The days of learning black magic in another world

According to the crow, go to the stinky ditch or the garbage dump to find the painful water ghost, the one with poor people living around is better.

This almost instantly reminded Riemann of the townhouse he used to live in.

Moreover, returning to his former residence does not look suspicious at all. This material seems to be more suitable for him to find...

After the performance last night, Eugene was very excited, and the audience was also very excited. Riemann slept soundly. After all, he hasn't performed in a small venue with about 300 people for a long time. He couldn't get excited even if he wanted to. This morning He got up at dawn and went back to his original residence.

After stepping into the slum area, it was an extremely familiar scene, but Riemann felt as if he had passed away, as if the memory of this place was covered by him with a thick layer of frosted glass, and he could only see the outline clearly. .

The ground is so dark, no one can tell what the black thing is on it, just in the gutter at the door of each room, the smell of sewage makes people headaches - Riemann doesn't know, he still traveled to A foreign world with good sanitary conditions, if he travels to a world without even a drainage system, he will be called a collapse.

The small room that once belonged to him didn't seem to be occupied by anyone else. Although there were basically no people in every room in broad daylight, his room had obviously been unoccupied for a while, and the dust was neatly covered. No one touched the black bread he left under the bed.

Although Riemann glanced at his "birth point", to be honest, he didn't feel any nostalgia. He walked out and began to look for the trace of [Painful Water Ghost].

There is also a whole row of drains in the townhouses, and he walked along the one in front of his "home", holding back the pungent smell and the lumpy garbage that irritated his eyes, and searched earnestly. He studied it for a long time last night Baron Urella's diary finally found a description of the appearance of this thing - "Looks like a huge black slug".

Before Riemann decided that he would either be completely stunned today or lose his sense of smell, he finally saw a "giant black slug".

"Grateful to the God of Light..." For the first time, he uttered this foreigner's catchphrase sincerely.

Then he fell into a little bit of confusion: how should he catch this thing?

The "giant black slug" was lying lazily in the stinky ditch, turning over occasionally, looking a bit relaxed.

Riemann hesitated for a while, but couldn't make up his mind to take it. He returned to his original residence and took out a piece of black bread from under the bed. This thing was as hard as wood, and it looked like a stick. Time to make a difference.

Riemann took the stick, returned to the place where the giant slug basked in the sun, and poked it carefully.

In this way, the slug already belongs to Riemann from the perspective of the system, so he can open the "Specimen Production" column in [Potion Refining] in the life skills and throw the slug into it.

"call--"

Riemann breathed a sigh of relief. Although it hurt his senses a little, it was quite easy to collect this material.

It’s just that this piece of black bread must not be eaten... He hesitated for a while, and threw it into his backpack as a self-defense item. The weapon he chose was a glove, and he couldn’t hit people with a wand in close combat like other magicians. Still lacking means of attack.

After finishing the painful water ghost, he couldn't wait to leave here, but he ran into an acquaintance on the way.

It was the group of kids who used to sell newspapers with him.

They obviously couldn't recognize Riemann anymore, and when they saw Riemann's school uniform from the corner of their eyes, they shrank and avoided subconsciously, for fear of disturbing the nobles, and then they were finished.

Riemann was a little complicated for no reason. He may have only worked with these children for ten days, because at that time all his mind was focused on the bad environment and how to get rid of this bad environment, so to be honest, he didn't invest in them. How much attention, and, due to the pressure of survival, he and these children are still competitors in essence. Everyone knows that selling newspapers should choose a road that is more lively and has more gentlemen. With a gray face, he doesn't look annoying, and he can pretend to be pitiful, so the "boss" arranged him on the "most lively street" at first, but this site was quickly robbed, and Li At that time, Man was thinking about how to upgrade and get enough 20 silver coins, but he didn't insist on grabbing back the "turf".

But...he and this group of children are indeed in such a simple competitive relationship. During this period, he was beaten by other people a lot, but to be honest, it is difficult for him to feel revenge or resentment towards these people, because he knows , They will do these things because of the limitations of the birth environment, including little Polo, including Redmond, in fact, the only person he has ever been angry with may be the pale-faced math teacher, because what he did is really Not very suitable to be a teacher.

Riemann didn't notice how arrogant his thoughts were. In fact, he probably wouldn't care if he did.

He just changed his mind and thought of an opportunity to make some extra money for this group of acquaintances.

"You guys, wait a moment."

Riemann's sudden utterance scared the group of children who were silently waiting for him to pass by. One of the leaders squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Dear master, do you have any orders?"

Riemann recognized that this was the kid who robbed his "turf" at the beginning, and he really became the little leader of this group of people.

"Do you know that there is a manor near the apple grove on the outskirts of the city?"

"I know, sir."

"A silver coin. Keep an eye on the gate of the manor this week. If there is a carriage with this badge engraved on it, come to Rhodes College to find me, and tell the guard that I can find Riemann."

"This is the deposit."

A copper coin with a face value of [-] fell into the child's hand in an arc. Riemann didn't bother to watch the other party's reaction, and didn't plan to care about how they planned to distribute it, so he left in a hurry-he really had a taste of it. I can't bear it for a second.

What he showed to the group of children was of course the family crest of the Bartley family. Although the Bartley who harassed Miss Lena, he asked little Polo, he also had to go to school, so it might be difficult to make things happen from Monday to Friday. Well, he originally planned to visit Lena's manor next Saturday to learn more about the inside story. With luck, he might be able to wait until Bartley.But to be on the safe side, let's find someone to stay for a while, who knows what young people think these days, based on the three-year generation gap, there are hundreds of generation gaps between him and people of this age.

Back in the dormitory of Rhodes College, the specimen of the painful water ghost in the system was also completed. He stuffed all the materials into the equipment building bar and began to wait for the twelve-hour progress bar to finish.

For the rest of the time, he followed the time schedule of meditating for 15 minutes and brushing up his proficiency for half an hour. He earnestly and diligently made up yesterday's progress—running outside for too long, wasting an unknown amount of meditation time .

Counting the card-level experience gained from killing ghosts at Redmond’s house, and all the meditation experience after changing jobs, Riemann slowly climbed to level [-].

Very slow, if you look at it from a game perspective.

Sure enough, he still wanted to find the monster brush, but he searched Baron Errelia's diary, but he couldn't find any place worth taking risks, and there was no magic forest, forbidden forest, etc. Baron Errelia seemed to be a magical The teacher simply wanted to live longer and gain a sense of superiority over other people by the way, so the large volumes of diaries did not include a few fights.

Riemann sighed, he still has to go out and open the map by himself...

Skill proficiency is relatively easy to brush up. As long as you have mana, you can keep doing it all the time. If you don’t have mana, you can eat the system version [Cream Mushroom Soup] to replenish mana. Both skills have been upgraded to the second level, and the second level will be upgraded to the third level. The character level needs to reach level 20, so Riemann had to let it go first.

Level 0 summoning fire can only summon flames as big as soybeans, level 1 skills can summon flames as big as a fireplace, and level 2 skills can summon flames the size of a bed.

Then Riemann discovered a very strange point. As I said before, after the skill is upgraded, the range of flame summoning has only an upper limit. You can set it on fire.

But what makes Riemann feel a little strange is that regardless of the size of the range, the magic power consumed by this skill is the same.

According to the principle of energy conservation (?), Riemann feels that this is not very scientific-although this is a magical world, it is not scientific at all.

But Riemann still feels that it is more in line with the same amount of magic power to summon the same amount of flames... science or whatever.

He thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and focused all his attention on the five centimeters above the palm of his hand. First, he used a level 0 skill, a small, candle-like flame, jumping above Riemann's palm, and then he tried After canceling the skill, the flame disappeared as he wanted.

Then he used a level 0 skill in the same position, while imagining that the fire was as big as the flame of the level [-] skill just now.

After the flame came out, Riemann noticed that although the fire did not grow to the size of a fireplace according to his wishes, it actually did not shrink to the size of a 0-level flame. Moreover, he could clearly feel that, The temperature of this fire, or the energy it contains, is much greater than the previous flames.

He canceled the skill, released a standard-sized level-0 skill at the same location and canceled it quickly, for fear of the dormitory being on fire, but such a short time was enough for him to feel that the temperature of the flame was similar to that of a level-1 skill. The reduced version of the level [-] flame just now is much lower.

Riemann had a guess—whether the same magic power summoned the flames of the same energy, and the change in size just compressed or flattened them.

And looking at his experiment just now, he thought that the size of each level of flame would change according to his own will, but when he just released the level 1 flame, he clearly outlined in his mind that he wanted to release the flame. The range of the skill, but the flame released at the end is still a circle larger. I'm afraid it's not an error, or his lack of concentration, but that he doesn't have the ability to compress the flame that should be the size of a fireplace to such a small size.

This reminded him of a word in Baron Urella's diary - "practice of magic finesse and control".