The days of learning black magic in another world

Rocco Fernandi was even smaller than Riemann imagined.

He thought that what he was going to see would be a teenager who was in the rebellious period, but what he actually saw was a real brat who looked no more than seven or eight years old, angrily annoyed The butler who let him go confronted the guards.

The corner of Riemann's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of His Excellency the Duke's phrase "I'd rather he have fun and go prodigal like everyone else".

An eight-year-old child...what kind of fun do you let him have, what kind of fun do you want him to have?

"Locke!"

The little duke turned his head angrily and looked back: "Father? You came just in time! Let these slaves get out of the way! They even said that you forbid me to take a step out of the manor!"

"Ahem, this, this is not the point, Little Locke, come here quickly, this is the brave man who personally experienced the scene of Father Prescott's battle with the magician in Butley County!"

Riemann thus became a "brave".

okay...

The little duke looked suspiciously at Riemann, who was pointed at by Duke Fernandi: "Just him?"

Riemann smiled: "Yes, it's just me."

The little duke rolled his eyes, still distrustful: "Then tell me what that battle was like!"

Riemann bent down slightly, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Why don't the little duke first tell what the version he heard looked like, and then I will tell you which parts are true and which parts are misrepresented by people."

The little duke thought it made sense, and he liked to pull people to discuss this big news, so he cleared his throat and began to talk about the version he had heard from many people and verified each other:

"Ahem, it is said that this Bartley County magician is a black magician who is more evil than ordinary magicians. He has only lived under the hands of the Holy See for so many years. He is very cruel and kills dozens of people every month. Holy Son His Highness went to such a shitty place like Battery County in order to exterminate him. His Highness Shengzi had been thinking about how to get close to this evil black magician, and then kill him, so he mixed into the black magician's subordinate. Among the dozens of people who will dedicate the month to the black magician, but the Holy Son was recognized as soon as he arrived in front of the evil black magician!"

"The curse of the black mage emerged from the ground like a black mist! It entangled the Holy Son!"

"But he didn't expect that the Holy Son is protected by the God of Light, and those dark curses are ineffective against the Holy Son, so the Holy Son sent down the holy light and wiped out the black magician!"

"I also want to be like Lord Son!"

"If it really doesn't work, it's okay to be the same as that black magician. I won't pick."

"If you don't pick anything, don't pick anything!" Duke Fernandi almost fainted when he heard this sentence, that is to say, there are no people from the Holy See here, otherwise his precious son will be taken to copy the holy scriptures and reformed!But...it seems that throwing this big trouble to the Holy See and letting them discipline Little Locke...seems not bad?

When His Excellency Duke Fernandi was dreaming, Riemann smiled and shook his head at Rock Fernandi: "Your Excellency, Young Duke, I am afraid that you have been deceived by rumors."

"What?!" The little duke's face was flushed red - he was so angry, "Then tell me what the truth is?!"

"First of all, the most trivial mistake is that this magician is not as ostentatious as you describe. He has subordinates and kidnaps dozens of people from Butley County every month. How many people in total? According to his frequency, I am afraid that in the past few decades, Butley County has already become an empty city."

"Actually, it's better to say that this magician lives a very hidden life, like a rat in the gutter."

"He did kill a lot of people in order to raise ghosts in his basement, but he didn't dare to make too much noise, he only dared to go to the slums to take people away, or start with his own servants, so until he was a magician His identity was exposed, and no one knew that a total of nearly a hundred people in Butley County disappeared without a trace, and their deaths were all attributed to this Baron Urilah."

"However, the biggest mistake in this story is that this magician, Baron Urela, is not a black magician at all, but—"

"What?!"

asked the little prince eagerly.

Riemann touched his chin: "Standing here and telling stories is a bit tiring, and my mouth is a little dry."

The little duke immediately turned his head and yelled at his servant: "Hurry up and bring the chairs and water!"

Riemann: "..."

Riemann: "I think it's faster for us to move directly to the study."

Just as the little duke was about to say no, Riemann added: "We'll talk as we walk over, so that we won't delay the little duke from listening to the story."

Only then did the little duke reluctantly agree to keep up with Riemann.

"I'll begin with my entry into the residence of this Baron Urrela."

"This Baron Erreira exhausted his family's wealth in order to learn magic, so he came up with a way. He sold his family's manor. It was a well-known manor in Butley County. The reason was that the baron There are countless golden and red Golden Dukes planted in the manor, which is very spectacular. After he sold the manor to others, he himself did not move away..."

"Won't the buyer of the manor drive him away?"

"My dear little duke, of course he doesn't live openly in the manor that has been sold. He lives in the basement."

"The basement of the basement, to be precise."

"The original basement was transformed into an endless corridor by him. Anyone who steps into this corridor can't go to the end, and can't return to the exit. They can only be swallowed by the corridor and die. This is the baron's mansion. There is always a reason why servants disappear."

The little duke's eyes lit up, obviously he wanted to hear this kind of strange talk more than Baron Urella's kind of person: "What an interesting place!"

Rieman paused, and continued: "After the manor's new owner reorganized the manor, he held a dinner party. Many people were invited to this dinner party, including Father Prescott, and of course, me."

"That night, the little master of the manor invited a group of teenagers to explore the basement."

"Ah!" The little duke exclaimed excitedly, but soon realized that he had interrupted Riemann's narration, because Riemann was looking at him without saying a word.

The little duke poked him unhappily: "Go ahead! What are you doing in a daze!"

Riemann smiled slightly: "Okay, then continue."

"After a group of people entered the basement, they actually felt that something was wrong, but no one wanted to be the coward who got away, so they went deeper and deeper, until someone found that he had seen the same portrait three times on the wall."

Riemann paused here, the little duke took a breath subconsciously, and His Excellency the duke who followed behind him also listened with gusto.

It was also the first time for Achill Monroe to hear him talk about this past, and he was fascinated by it for a while.

"The young man discovered that we seemed to be moving forward, but in fact we had been circling in the same corridor. After pointing out this point, everyone ran back like crazy."

"The movement of them running made me realize that the ground under this corridor is hollow."

"So in the end, everyone gathered together again and started thinking about how to break the ground under our feet, because this may be our only way out, otherwise, we can only wander in this corridor until we die."

"Fortunately, one of the ladies wore a magic pendant, which blew up the ground in front of us."

"Just when we were about to jump down, the whole corridor collapsed!"

"Ah! Is this beautiful lady all right?" the little prince asked immediately.

Riemann: ...So actually the Duke's common sense is fine, is there a problem with him?The little duke who is only eight years old really has the quality to care about the beautiful sister even if he listens to the story. Shouldn't normal children only care about monkeys when they read Journey to the West?

He choked for a moment before saying: "This beautiful lady is fine. By the way, although you didn't ask, I'm fine. In fact, because we are relatively close to the entrance of the cave, we were lucky not to be crushed by the gravel."

"After everyone fell into the basement with the rubble, the more horrific scene emerged."

"The whole room is full of ghosts flying around."

"Wow! Really a ghost?"

"That's right, this is the ghost that Baron Urella killed and reared as mentioned earlier."

"Father Prescott appeared at this time. The elder brother of the little owner of the manor hadn't seen him for a long time, and only after asking the maid did he find out that he took a group of guests' children to explore the basement. The worried elder brother didn't Instead of rushing directly to the basement, calmly find Father Prescott, who is the Son of the Son as the little duke calls it."

"His Royal Highness, a holy light, purified all the ghosts in the basement."

"Baron Urella can't sit still now. What magician can sit back and watch his property, that is, his ghost, be destroyed in an instant by others without moving?"

"In an instant, the walls around us began to crack like spider webs, and began to shake wildly!"

"Finally, four walls collapsed at the same time..."

The maid who led the way opened the door of the study for Riemann and the others.

"The one who appeared in front of everyone was the evil magician—— Baron Erelia."

"He smiled fiercely and threatened to keep everyone, including His Highness the Son, as his new ghost."

"He raised his hand, and a raging flame burst out from the magic circle on the ground! He rushed towards His Royal Highness Son!"

"Ah! So he's—"

Riemann smiled: "Yes, he is a fire magician, not the rumored black magician."

The little duke turned around excitedly: "A fire magician? Not bad! Quick, tell me how he controls the flames! Quick, quick!"

Riemann showed a weird smile: "Do you want to know how he controls the flame?"

He stretched out his slender white hand to the candlestick on the table, and the flame rushed to his hand, and then suddenly expanded, burning blazingly in his palm.

Riemann turned his head and smiled at the little duke: "It's like this."

"You, you, you, you—" the little duke took a step back and blocked the maid in front of him, "Could it be, are you the magician in the story! Ahhh——Father, are you still staring blankly?" What are you doing! Take him down!"

Riemann tilted his head: "Why, do you actually think that Your Excellency the Duke, and the lady in front of you, can block a magician with the body of an ordinary person?"