The days of learning black magic in another world

Meditation time always flies by.

"The second-ring breakthrough potion has been completed."

The system prompt sounded, Riemann opened his eyes, and took out the potion from the system.

In the transparent glass bottle, the dark blue potion seemed to form a vortex, with golden threads in it, which seemed very poisonous at first glance.

Riemann drank it in one gulp. Unlike when he changed jobs, he didn't see any strange sights, nor did he feel any physical discomfort.

"Congratulations on your upgrade, the current level is LV.21."

"Congratulations on your upgrade, the current level is LV.22."

The experience accumulated before allowed Riemann to advance two levels in a row.

"Skill bar space +2."

In a series of jingling prompts, this sentence attracted Riemann's attention. He opened the system interface and saw that there were two more spaces in the skill column that could be placed.

He chose the skills to add this time early.

The first one is healing magic. He currently only has one healing spell, which is on the magic robe. The cooldown is 24 hours, and it has the function of dispelling buffs. It is very likely that when dispelling is urgently needed, it will be used directly regardless of whether it needs blood or not.

So he felt that he still needed a healing skill.

There are healing magics in the water, wood and light systems. After a wave of horizontal comparisons, Riemann finally picked a wood-type spell that restores a large amount of blood in an instant - [Resuscitation].

Return to the initial level to restore 50% of the blood volume, and increase the amount of recovery by 2% for each level up, and the full level can restore 70% of the blood volume at one time.

The effect is very good, almost equivalent to an extra life, but it is a bit mana-consuming, and one use needs to suck up Riemann's entire blue bar.

Another skill he chose is a wind-type monster-gathering skill similar to [Wind], in order to make up for the shortcomings of [Vine Entangling] that needs to be manually locked on the target, if he encounters a mimetic and hard-to-find opponent like the mutated deciduous butterfly in the dark forest , or a target like the blue fish king whose speed exceeds the limit of Riemann's naked eyes, the skill [Wind Sweeping] is much easier to use than [Vine Entangling].

In addition, he can also place a second-level magic in his mind, and he has chosen it.

This is how Riemann decides whether to put a magic into the skill bar or learn it by himself-if the level of this skill is more critical, such as [Resuscitation], Riemann must be upgraded to the full level, or such as [vine entanglement] In this way, each additional level is a real expansion of the control range. It is necessary in actual combat, so it is put in the skill column, because although the magic Riemann that is not in the skill column can be analyzed, it is difficult to upgrade.

The upgrade of [Holy Penetration] is only a damage-increasing skill, and it was thrown into the brain by Riemann. Anyway, low-level ones can be used, and the magic he chose is a magic that continues to return to blue light.

[Holy Shining], after the buff is applied, 1% of the mana will be recovered every second, lasting for 30 seconds.

This skill belongs to whether it is upgraded or not. After all, Riemann only needs a wartime endurance skill. As for how strong the endurance effect is, it is not so strong.

1% mana recovery per second is enough.

After dealing with some trivial matters, Riemann returned to the Duke's Mansion in the dark.

……

Riemann received a letter at the breakfast table.

He was a little confused, who would send him a letter?

"Dear Mr. Riemann."

"Congratulations on passing the assessment of Springs College. Please go to Springs College to enter your identity within three days. Springs College will start in three days. Please get ready."

The Duke saw the shape of the envelope, put down his teacup with a smile, and turned to look at Riemann: "Is it Springs College?"

Riemann nodded: "Yes."

"Congratulations, congratulations. Although it is a matter of course for Mr. Achill Monroe to go all the way to recruit students to enter Springs College, congratulations are still necessary."

Riemann raised his head and smiled: "Thank you, Duke."

"Go, kid, you must be very excited, after all, it's Springs College... Hahaha, don't worry about me, you can go in my carriage, it's in the yard."

In fact, he was not very excited, and Riemann, who wanted to finish the damn delicious breakfast at the Duke's Mansion, could not refuse Duke Fernandi's kindness, so he could only reluctantly put down the knife and fork, and secretly glanced at the butter that had just been put. Spread the bread, and hurried towards the courtyard.

……

Springs College.

Many carriages were parked in front of the solemn and simple gate, and new carriages came from the corner from time to time.

On the road, a lady raised the curtain on the carriage.

The nobles in Wangcheng usually get up late, and they only start socializing in the afternoon. It is only after nine o'clock in the morning, so the street shouldn't be so lively.

She lifted the curtain and looked out.

"Ah... no wonder, is today the day of Springs College's report?"

"Yes, Aunt Marianne."

A young girl leaned out of the window curiously, and glanced at the main entrance of Springs College, which was rarely lively.

"I hope little Albert can enter Springs College at this age..."

"It will! Cousin Albert is so smart!"

The noble lady smiled and shook her head: "It's not enough to be ordinary smart... here are all the real geniuses of Wu Lang."

The young girl pursed her lips, and pulled the lady's arm to act coquettishly: "Auntie, you should have more confidence in Cousin Albert..."

"Huh? That's... Duke Fernandi's carriage?" The noble lady didn't respond to the girl's flattery to her son, but was attracted by a carriage that drove in quietly.

"Duke?"

"Yes……"

For a moment, great enthusiasm and longing flashed in the girl's eyes.

The lady was caught in her own thoughts——Duke Fernandi?The little duke should be only eight years old, and the little duke has always been naughty. Why did Duke Fernandi's carriage appear here? Judging from the direction, it was clearly heading towards the gate of Springs College.

For a while, the carriage fell silent, and the girl and wife were thinking about their own affairs.

Out of curiosity and because she was not in a hurry, the noble lady did not let down the curtain to let the coachman drive on the road. Instead, she followed the carriage with her eyes until the carriage engraved with Fernandi's family emblem was in Springs. The main entrance of the academy stopped, and a teenager in a long black trench coat jumped down from it.

The young man held a letter in his hand, and the outline of his face still had a little childishness. It could be seen that he was not very old, but he had a calm demeanor. He tidied up his clothes and walked towards the academy.

"Huh? That kid looks like he's only thirteen or fourteen years old. Did he accompany his family to report?"

The girl followed her aunt's gaze forward and asked curiously.

"Probably not, what he is holding is a report letter from Springs College, and he got off the carriage alone..."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "So there are really geniuses in this world."

Her aunt smiled and patted her hand: "Alina, what nonsense are you talking about? Of course there are geniuses in this world. Mr. Achill Monroe became famous in Ulan at the age of 15, and His Majesty the King swept away at the age of 16." Obstructing access to the throne..."

"Hey, Aunt Marianne, that boy... looks like my uncle!"

The noble lady was startled, and was interrupted by the girl's sudden exclamation in the middle of her speech, and looked out again.

The boy in the black windbreaker turned his head in confusion, revealing his face.

As Alina said, he looked somewhat like Marianne's husband.