The days of learning black magic in another world

Standing at the dark... door, Riemann hesitated for a while before knocking on the door. This is the office of Mr. Pale Face. The black door looks like the huge mouth of an abyss monster.

With a long "squeak——ah——" sound, the door opened, revealing the gloomy face of Mr. Pale Face. He looked down at Riemann, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and it took a long time before he "hummed", Sideways out of the way to let him in.

After the pale-faced gentleman opened the door for him, he quickly sat back behind his desk, with a gloomy face: "You better explain why you don't even know numbers."

Riemann used his most sincere expression and tone, with a trace of sadness and stubbornness in the corner of his eyes: "Sorry sir, I just entered school yesterday..."

Before he could tell his own touching story, he was interrupted.

"Oh—are you the idiot who thought you could get into Rhodes College with twenty silver coins?"

Riemann choked - it seems that his touching story is useless.

Soon, a book was thrown at him across the face, and Riemann caught it quickly.

Seeing his quick movements, Mr. Pale Face remembered how this guy avoided his chalk head in class, and he was even more angry. When his upper and lower lips touched, Riemann's punishment was doubled: "As soon as the number arrives, Ten, copy two hundred times."

Riemann held the mathematics textbook that was to be copied, which was as thick as a brick (probably), and found a place to sit down. He didn't mind that his punishment was doubled, but he was quite grateful for this punishment. , so that he can learn some common sense in an open and honest manner.

Opening the book calmly, Riemann couldn't calm down anymore. He felt his eyes were a little dizzy. He suddenly realized that it was not just that he didn't know the numbers of this world - he also didn't know the words of this world at all... Well, he is the legendary illiterate.

On the first page of the book he opened, there were crooked "spells" all over the page. He felt a little bit in his heart, and turned a few pages back. Fortunately, on the third page, there was a huge number ten, which was bigger than the other ones. The crooked characters were a few times larger, and he read them carefully again, and he was relieved to confirm that they were indeed similar to the symbols he saw in class.

He took out the parchment and quill next to him, dabbed some ink and began his copying.

For a moment, only the sound of breathing and the rustling of paper and pens were left in the huge office.

Riemann shook his hand and re-stained some ink. He seemed to be able to distinguish the difference between the ten numbers. For example, the number [-] has only four circles, and the number [-] has five circles. There is a small tail, and for example, there is a small triangle in the number nine, and there is a pattern like an eye in the small triangle, and the number ten is similar, except that there are two eyes in the small triangle...

After copying a hundred times, and just used up another piece of parchment, Riemann tried not to read the book, nor the parchment he had just copied, and began to write awkwardly.

Hmm... First, how to write it, oh yes, draw a moon on the top first, then draw a cat face in the moon, then draw four circles along the gap of the moon, and finally draw a pot in the lower right corner .

Open the book and pair... Excuse me, the flame under the last pot is reversed.

I tinkered with it, and although it looked a little blurred and crooked in the end, I finally remembered the number one.

Riemann began to stumble and write the numbers from one to ten by heart. There were still some small mistakes and omissions from time to time in the first pass, but it became much smoother at the beginning of the second pass, and then it became smoother and smoother. The completed characters are pleasing to the eye and become familiar.

Finally, he clicked the last stroke, and today's punishment was completed.

Mr. Pale Face flipped through the pile of parchment he handed over in disgust, let out a "hum" from his nostrils, and waved his hands to signal him to get out.

Riemann was lucky not to miss lunch, although when he sat on the long table, the people around him looked at him with mocking and watching eyes. They were quite self-confident, so they had to cover up when watching the show , while chatting with the people in the seat next to him, he gave Riemann a few teasing looks from time to time.However, this did not affect his appetite. After eating white bread for half a month, he would not lose his appetite for the steak and mushroom cream noodles on the table because of other people's eyes.

Among those half-smile and half-smile ridicules, Xiaopang is unique, still looking at him thoughtfully with that big villain-like, confident and sinister smile, not really looking at him, that expression It was completely looking at his direction and immersed in his own imagination—Riemann was suddenly a little curious, what method did he come up with to "rectify" himself.

The class in the afternoon was Sini, and Riemann dug out from the barren memory in his mind. Sini is the neighbor of this country, the most prosperous and prosperous one. By the way, this country is called Ulang.The relationship between Wulang and Xi Ni is sometimes friendly and sometimes hostile. In short, they are old enemies. Now it happens to be the honeymoon period of the two countries. Many princes and nobles will choose to study in Xi Ni after finishing public school, so Xi Niwen is It is a very practical skill, but even if the two countries are not in the honeymoon period, Sini has always been a compulsory course in all schools in Ulang.

But for Riemann, the most important part of this course, and the most fortunate part for him, is that he not only saw the basic text of Sini, but also saw the Ulang text that is compared with it... Thank you, Thank you so much, his illiteracy has been saved.

He quickly wrote down every word that appeared on the blackboard on the parchment. What is more worthy of his gratitude is that the teacher of this course is a rigorous lady, perhaps because she has knowledge of language, which belongs to her own field. Enough respect, every character she wrote is clear and standard, without continuous strokes (this is very important), it makes Riemann feel that this pile of strange symbols is different from each other for the first time...

After coming out of Siniwen's class, Riemann felt a sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart. According to this progress...it may not be long before he becomes blind.

Just as he was thinking about how long it would take to keep up with the progress of the others, a hand suddenly stretched out from the corridor on the left and dragged him in.

His eyes went dark, and he could only feel that he was blindfolded by thick velvet cloth.

He knew it well, this was probably the surprise prepared by Xiaopang for him.

He was dragged forward in the dark for a while, and finally stopped after going through several turns and stairs.

The cloth strips on the eyes were removed, and Riemann shook his head slightly, shaking off the hair in front of his eyes. This is a resplendent... bathroom.

There is a mirror carved with exquisite patterns above the golden pool, from which Riemann's current appearance is reflected. His hands are tied behind his back, and the black cloth strips that have been torn off fall on his neck, and one corner is still hanging on the the hair around his ear.

He looked a little helpless.

——Can you be helpless?Xiaopang smiled at him with a villainous smile all day long, but finally came up with a clichéd way to take him to the toilet to beat him up... Well, there is nothing new except that the toilet is extraordinarily resplendent.

Xiaopang smiled wretchedly, and sat on the high chair that he moved in from nowhere like an old man.

"Humph, are you afraid?"

Look, this weak guy, his hands are tightly tied behind his back with cloth strips, and he is surrounded by these three strong... er, maybe not so strong people, here is the most remote and largest bathroom , It's not working every day, not to mention that his voice can't be heard outside at all, even if it can be heard, no meddling people around can hear it.

Hmph, I really let out a bad breath.

Riemann saw from the mirror that the door behind him had been locked. He thought about it, and in order to save trouble, he should intimidate the young master a little. After all, just learning the dog-crawling characters in this world is enough. up.

As a result, little Polo was smiling happily with a frightened look on his face.

Because the weak guy in his perspective, the guy who was supposed to be trembling, suddenly and deftly broke free from the black cloth that bound his hands, and the black cloth fell on his snow-white palm, and he took a step forward, huddled together The black cloth strip was pulled apart between his hands, and with a slight shake of his hand, the part that should have been knotted in the middle was pulled away silkily. Little Polo didn't know that it was Riemann's show off as a magician Instinctively, he only looked at the strip of cloth in horror——

This, what is this?Did this guy put a spell on the cloth?Woooooo...why did you choose this piece of cloth? Is it for demonstration? "This piece of black that was tied to my hand will take away your light" or something like that? ?Mother! !Come and save me!I'm going to die at the hands of the magician! !

"Ahhhhh - don't get close to Mr. Polo! What are you going to do?!"

The cowering boy who was following behind Xiaopang last night suddenly rushed out, trembling all over, but still stood in front of Xiaopang.

Fatty was so moved that he almost shed tears: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to be so loyal, Joyce... I will definitely ask your father to buy you the armor you want most when I go back!"

Joyce was trembling, while confirming: "The set that General Remo wore?"

Little Polo: "Yes!"

Joyce: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lo..."

Riemann was speechless for a moment, he hadn't done anything yet, these two cowards were just about to perform a life-and-death drama... He originally planned to scare Xiaopang, but now why does he feel that if he scares Xiaopang again? You can directly shed tears on the golden pool...

"Cough." Riemann coughed lightly, but chose to continue.

He threw the black cloth strip into the air, and brushed the cloth strip with his right hand in the middle of the air. In an instant, the cloth strip was on Little Polo, Joyce in front of him, and the one who had sprinted behind the door since the beginning. In front of another person who was hiding—disappeared.

"Hey, in short, don't bother me, or I will make you disappear like this cloth."

As soon as the line of the middle two fell, the heads of the two people in front of them were like sifting chaff.

This was the first time that Riemann threatened two and a half older children, coughed lightly, and walked out almost with hands and feet.