The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann briefly thought about the pile of silver coins required for the equipment hanging above his head, and nodded in agreement.

"now?"

"No, after an hour, they have to give them some time to call someone who didn't show up."

Riemann nodded, and he didn't mind when the time was scheduled. He quickly asked the topic he really cared about: "How much is the total price of the batch just now?"

As a person who loves silver coins, Eugene certainly doesn't think his words are vulgar, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "Because everyone is used to the price of 5 silver coins for a play, although my brother's performance is so extraordinary and rare in the world, But you can’t get more expensive than other performances, and your performance time is still short, so the price is temporarily maintained at 5 silver coins, I don’t mind, right? When you become famous in the future, we will go to Wangcheng to pit those people hard A nobleman who really treats silver coins like dung!"

"Ahem, in short, 5 silver coins per person per ticket, a total of 298 people entered the venue, according to my brother's 30.00% share, here are 522 silver coins!"

Riemann accepted the money bag from Eugene without changing his expression. Seeing his expression, Eugene couldn't help sighing inwardly. With such a disposition, tsk, don't say that he was born in a poor family, even some ordinary nobles, seeing More than 500 silver coins have to be moved.This young man, even if he didn't have the windfall that sent him to Rhodes College, he probably wouldn't have lived his life normally...

However, his psychological activities were all in vain. Riemann’s way of looking at silver coins is very different from that of the locals. In his eyes, these five hundred silver coins are basically game coins... After all, it is just enough to fill a piece of equipment material money.

Therefore, in order for him to have a more realistic experience of this considerable wealth, Eugene may have to add some real objects for comparison, such as the more than 500 silver coins, and if he saves more, it will be enough for him to buy a small manor in the countryside.

If Eugene said so, Riemann's always calm face would probably fail.

During the hour when Riemann was idle in the background, besides Eugene, other visitors were ushered in.

First of all, it should be regarded as the most reason to visit openly, but he is fascinated by little Polo who is sneaky.

When Riemann was arranging his half-dried hair in front of the mirror, he saw little Polo sneaking in from the mirror, and he looked back at him with some helplessness and a little bit of a laugh: "Why do you look like a guilty conscience? Here Are you not allowed to enter the backstage?"

Little Polo looked terrified of "Why are you talking so loudly?", he slid up to Riemann's side, and said in an extremely low voice: "Why are you just like this, so openly...performing, what?"

Riemann smiled: "Didn't you hear the announcement? This is magic, it's just some tricks, I can't tell you how it's done, it's just because I need to make money from them."

Little Polo nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, that's what you said before."

After speaking, she gave him a resentful look.

Little Polo strolled around the background for a while, and there was nothing to do except watch Riemann, but he had just watched the other party's "magic" performance, no matter how he looked at it, he felt some fear that he hadn't seen for a long time came to his heart, and he ran away after a short stay Way to go.

The second person who came in was introduced by Mr. Eugene himself.

"Miss Reina?"

Riemann spoke in surprise.

Miss Lena's skirt today is more gorgeous than the last time Riemann saw her, with layered skirts, complicated golden embroidery threads, and purely handcrafted lace. Riemann suspects that this skirt is more expensive than his own magic robe .

"Hahaha, Brother Riemann, Ms. Leina is very interested in your magic show. She was amazed again and again. She asked me if I could see you, so I brought Miss Reina."

Riemann: Thank you, I am worried about how to get close to this noble task figure.

He stood up, with a "thanks to you" smile on the corner of his mouth.

Miss Reina's eyes lit up when she saw him: "It really is you! We met once at the dinner party at Redmond's house, do you remember?"

Riemann nodded: "I remember."

Lena looked very happy: "I didn't expect you to be so good! I just watched your performance in the auditorium, and I almost cried out, if it wasn't for the tutor sitting next to me who was watching you."

"It's really amazing! How did you do it? Oh no... I shouldn't have asked this question. I'm so sorry. I was a little excited today and lost my composure. I'm really sorry."

Riemann smiled: "It's okay, I'm really glad that Miss Reina likes my performance."

"Although I can't reveal the secret for you, I can perform a few extra little magic tricks for you as a return of your love, can I?"

Reina cheered: "Great!"

There is only one person in this audience, and the magic that only needs to please one person, of course, must increase the other party's sense of participation infinitely. Riemann only thought about it for a while, and chose the magic that was used to increase Miss Leina's favorability.

He took a piece of paper and a pen from the table.

"Can Miss Reina know how to draw?"

"I did learn some."

"What will you draw?"

"Recently I'm learning how to draw animal specimens. I may draw butterflies the most, followed by fish and birds."

Riemann: "Then let's draw a butterfly."

Miss Reina froze for a moment: "Me?"

Riemann smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Lena hesitated for a moment before starting to draw butterflies. She said that she had learned to draw, but that was not nonsense. Riemann originally only wanted her to draw a graffiti, but the other party actually took it seriously. A butterfly is drawn very realistically, the kind that is fully visible.

Riemann smiled helplessly: "Miss Lena, you make it difficult for me to have the courage to paint next to your paintings..."

Lena covered her mouth and smiled: "My drawing skills have indeed been praised by the teacher."

Riemann casually drew a chubby butterfly on it. Although his painting skills were mediocre, he was better than cute. After finishing the painting, he put down the pen. This action seemed very natural to Miss Lena. Riemann faced Candlelight looked at the two butterflies for a while, then picked up another pen, and said:

"And sign your name next to it, Miss Reina."

Naturally, Lena would not disagree. She signed her painting, and Riemann took the parchment, wrote her name on it, and rolled it up.

"Now, please watch it." Riemann reached out and stretched the roll of paper over the candlestick in the center of the table, and began to bake in circles.

Miss Reina stared closely at the roll of parchment, feeling nervous and excited.

Then, under her gaze, Riemann slowly unfolded the parchment.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Two butterflies flew out of it, and on the parchment that Riemann unfolded, it was clear that only their signatures remained!

Reina covered her mouth with an expression of disbelief, this is not a performance like just now, she is sitting here!Less than ten centimeters away from each other!Watch him open the parchment scroll, and that signature!It is indeed your own!It's true that she just signed it, and she can't even recognize her own signature!

How can this be? !

"What are you doing?!!"

A brown-haired boy stood at the door of the stage and shouted angrily. Riemann raised his head to take a look, and felt that the other party looked familiar.He dug through his memory, only to realize that the other party seemed to have gone to the dinner party at Redmond's house, and judging from the order in which Brother Redmond saved people, the other party's status should not be low.

The brown-haired boy's face was full of jealous anger. Riemann glanced at Miss Lena. In order to see whether the butterfly on the parchment had really disappeared, the other party leaned his entire upper body in his direction, so... fiance ?Or a suitor?

Miss Leina's expression quickly gave him the answer. Almost as soon as the other party appeared, Miss Leina's face turned cold.

"Bartley, what are you yelling for?"

Riemann recalled it, and he really remembered that at the dinner party at Redmond's house, when Miss Lena invited him to dance, it seemed that someone was staring at him, as if he wanted to burn a hole in his face with his eyes. , or tripped him up with his eyes——he was focusing on Redmond at the time, so he didn't pay much attention to who the owner of this line of sight was. The boy with a gloomy face met at the door.

It's just...he remembered that at that time, Miss Leina's face had flashed a little bit of impatience, but her overall mood was well controlled, and she could only be seen as an elegant and generous noble lady.

Now... Seeing her blunt tone, their conflict has intensified?

Although Riemann didn't move his body, his ears were actually pricked up—dangerous, dangerous, the probability of murder for love and murder for money in this world is almost the same, isn't this the mission clue he is looking for?