The days of learning black magic in another world

This is a wonderful feeling. While compressing the flame again and again, Riemann gradually felt that his connection with the skill has deepened, or that his ability to control the summoned flame has strengthened?

As he practiced compression again and again, when he was able to flatten the level 2 flame to a ball about the size of his hand, a strange feeling hit him, and now he went to use the level [-] summoning fire The skill has a feeling of using one's arms and fingers, the size and direction of the call, and has truly reached the state of free movement of the mind. He no longer needs to mechanically select the casting area and then release the skill, but can really—— As soon as it moved, flames appeared.

Riemann let out a long breath. From a practical point of view, he can now deal the same damage in a more concealed way, such as——

He opened the curtains, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a flock of birds flying by in the low sky.

"Summon · Fire."

In just a split second, the bird at the end of the queue was burned into a ball of coke and fell to the ground, and Riemann couldn't even see the flame he summoned clearly because he merged the first-level flames into a very thin The line, from this distance, is naturally invisible.

However, even if it is not from a practical point of view, Riemann is actually happier. In this way, he has the real feeling of being a magician... It doesn’t need much lethality, he is just pure and happy, and casts spells by himself When I was playing, I didn’t feel like I was purely playing holographic games. Instead, I seemed to be a medieval magician. When I chanted a spell, flames would emerge from my hands. It only took him a thought to appear. anywhere.

This is really... wonderful.

……

Bartley Mansion.

In her youth Mrs. Bartley was, and indeed is, a well-known beauty throughout the county, the way she dined gracefully, her every movement like a rich oil painting, and sitting on her right hand was the brown-haired Donick Butter. thunder.

Donic Bartley cut the steak with a gloomy face. Today's steak seemed to be cut with extra effort. He cut halfway, angrily picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip of water.

"Ahem, who made the tea!!"

He stood up abruptly, squinted his eyes and looked around at the surrounding maids: "Who made the tea? Stand up!"

One of the maids in the row shrank and took a step forward tremblingly.

In the next second, the teacup still filled with hot tea flew towards her, cracked on her forehead, and the skin that was splashed with tea soon turned red.

The elegant Mrs. Bartley still maintained her elegant posture, put down the knife and fork in her hand, and asked, "Oh, my little Donic, what's the matter? Didn't today's tea meet your liking?"

Donic Bartley snorted coldly: "It's been left for too long, the tea is already cold, and the taste of the tea will change after a long time, why is there a maid who doesn't even know this, hum."

Mrs. Bartley rolled her eyes: "Okay, don't be angry with my good boy, not to mention... You shouldn't be angry because the tea has gone bad, I've never seen you seriously appreciate the tea."

Donic Bartley's face became even more gloomy when he heard this: "Mother, since you know that I am in a bad mood, you shouldn't come to touch my bad luck and expose my scars."

Mrs. Bartley stretched out her jade-like hand, and put it on Little Bartley's hand: "How could I expose your scars? My little Donic, don't be sad because of Miss Lena's words, she is destined to marry For you."

Donic Bartley: "What nonsense are you talking about! She has already rejected me like that, should I kneel down and beg her?!"

Mrs. Bartley: "Of course not. How can you think so?"

"Miss Leina, she's just a thin-skinned girl. Before accepting the pursuit of the person she likes, she always has to push you away a few times, my good boy, how can there be a girl who really wants reject you?"

Donick: "Really?"

"Of course it's true! Besides, I have a wonderful way to make Miss Reina recognize her feelings."

"What method?!"

"Do you remember what happened when you went to the Gold Duke Manor?"

"Of course I remember! Damn magician!"

"Scared my little Donic... However, the magician left a lot of valuable items. After the Holy See sorted them out, I went to pick a few back."

"One of the bottles is called a love potion. After drinking it, even a reserved person will reveal his love to the person he likes. It's just right for you and Miss Reina!"

……

"Arrelia has refined some strange things..."

Riemann turned over the diary of Baron Erreira again, trying to confirm the other party's fire magic study notes and continue to improve his skill usage, but the other party's study notes were mixed, except for "how to use fire magic ", Riemann also watched a bunch of "Arrelia's Potion Journey", and he was serious about potions, they were all weird potions.

For example, this love potion, the person who drinks it will fall madly in love with the first person he sees after drinking it within twelve hours, and only the instinct of courtship is left in his mind.

Riemann was very speechless, this guy has become a magician, can he do something with pursuit.

His magic robe was made before he found useful knowledge in a haystack.

Riemann immediately gave up this pile of nonsense diaries, turned his head and took out the completed magic robe.

What a nice view.

For a moment, only this thought remained in his mind.

Very pretty.

On the pure black and smooth magic robe, there is a complicated magic circle embroidered with mithril, just looking at it feels infinitely mysterious—like a starry sky.

Riemann almost couldn't wait to put on this [Insight into the World Super Incomplete Edition], and another column of equipment skills appeared in the skill column of the game system interface in his mind. The mastered skills are set off even shorter, but the cooldown time of this column is very long, and the CD of each skill is 12 hours.

The only problem with this robe is that it is too conspicuous. Walking on the street, no matter how blind people are, they should think that he is a magician, but Riemann has already thought of a corresponding solution.

[Forging] and [Sewing] are separated in life skills. This magic robe is obviously a piece of clothing, but it was forged in the [Forging] interface. This is because [Forging] corresponds to equipment, and [Sewing] corresponds to It is appearance.

Riemann has already selected a cheap suit on the appearance interface, requires less fabric, and looks very simple. When he wants to wear equipment in the future, he will display this suit.

After switching his appearance, Riemann looked at himself in the mirror. The black robe embroidered with intricate silver thread had been hidden. The boy in the mirror was wearing the simplest black shirt and windbreaker, not even the Rhodes school uniform.

Riemann was very satisfied.

……

In the following week, Riemann lived a fulfilling and comfortable life. The pale-faced Mr. Rochester never picked on him again. Even if he worked out his own draft in math class, Mr. Rochester didn’t even look at him. Riemann I think this is very good.

He has almost learned Ulangese, not to say how in-depth he has learned, but mainly because he can basically understand mathematics and religious works in the library, as long as he has enough vocabulary in these two fields.

In the remaining free time, he concentrated all his energy on meditation. He can now meditate continuously for 10 minutes, and the required rest time has not changed, which is still 10 minutes, thus greatly improving his meditation efficiency.

Before another Saturday, he finally made it to the sixteenth grade.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and Riemann plans to go to Miss Lena's house this weekend and visit tomorrow morning, find a reason to stay until night to accompany him to Flame Rose, and hope that Bartley will hurry up and don't delay until Sunday.

Bartley really didn't wait until Sunday. In fact, he couldn't wait until Saturday to visit Lena. As soon as school was over on Friday night, he started urging Mrs. Bartley, so the mother and son sat in Bartley's house. The luxurious carriage drove to the apple grove on the outskirts of the city.

The children who had been on shifts in the apple grove for almost a whole week finally waited for what they could report, and one of the children quickly ran to the city.

They have already run many times around Rhodes College in advance to ensure that they can reach their destination with the fastest speed and the most advanced road when needed.

The child glanced at the formidable gate and hesitated, but when he thought of the reward of a whole silver coin, this hesitation quickly disappeared—maybe the noble gentleman was in a good mood and would give him a little tip for this report!

So he rushed to the small room where the guards were staying, and knocked on the door twice.

"Who!"

A middle-aged man who seemed to have a bad temper suddenly opened the door. He looked left and right in his field of vision, but saw nothing. He felt a strange touch on his leg, so he lowered his head and saw a dirty man. Xi's child is pulling his trouser legs.

He kicked the person away with a tingling scalp, and the child didn't respond, as if he was used to this kind of treatment, he rolled around and stood up again: "Is Riemann here? He said he asked me to come here to find him !"

The guard thought about it for a long time before he remembered who Riemann was——damn, that poor boy paid for his own education in the public school, but he didn’t finish his studies. , It's like people flock together!Dogs can't change eating shit!

The guard finished thinking angrily, but he still had to inform Riemann that someone was looking for him. He glanced at the little guy who increased his workload angrily, and locked the door angrily: "You wait here, I'll go Call him down!"

Then disappeared in the door.