The days of learning black magic in another world

In two days, one gossip is enough to fly all over the palace.

For example, the Count and Countess of Iserveld have found their long-lost eldest son.

And this eldest son happened to be a student specially brought back from Bartley County by Mr. Achill Monroe.

What a coincidence!

There are other elements in the story, too, such as the fact that it was the Earl's former friend who caused the Earl and Countess to lose their eldest son, alas, what a downfall.

Another example is the earl's son, Mr. Monroe's student also served as the tutor of the little Duke Fernandi, and successfully became the first tutor of the little Duke who has served for more than a week. He really deserves to be Mr. Monroe's student !

Riemann, the protagonist of the gossip story, spent two days completing the paper on infinite series, and then came to the submission office as scheduled.

The familiar carriage stopped in front of him, and a drunk man who smelled of alcohol wobbled down, staggered and almost fell, subconsciously going to pull Riemann.

Riemann took a step back, the drunkard swayed a few times in place, and finally maintained his balance, and gave Riemann a bright smile that didn't seem to have a high IQ.

Riemann: "..."

His scientist filter on Helle Velen is about to shatter.

Ever since he knew that Heller Velen was a scientist who was oppressed by the church's beliefs and the father of the chicken baby, but was essentially a truth-seeking scientist, Riemann had automatically attributed his drunken appearance when he came to the exam to the excessive pressure before the exam. accidental event.

In the end... this guy is just a pure alcoholic!

The pure alcoholic Heller Velen didn't see Riemann's hidden dislike, he grabbed Riemann's shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come! That's great, woo woo woo... Even finding your biological parents Can nothing stop you from writing your thesis? You are worthy of it! Sure enough, a person like you can be called a genius... That's great... Woohoo, I thought I was going to hand in my thesis last night, so I held back for a while All night, today I just went to the tavern to stay all morning, great Riemann, I will be saved when you come..."

Riemann took his hand off his shoulder: "I haven't recognized my relatives yet, I just promised the countess to visit the earl's mansion every week."

Heller: "Eh? Why? You and the earl look exactly the same, and the God of Light will say that you are father and son!"

Riemann: "On the one hand, it is not convenient for me to change places to live here temporarily, and I have to be a tutor for the young duke. On the other hand, there are internal disputes in their family, things like inheritance rights...Chester and the others are here, let's go Bar."

Riemann took Heller, who was dangling but strangely able to walk normally, to meet Peg Chester and his group.

Chester glanced at Heller, who smelled of alcohol, with disgust, and turned to look at Riemann: "You hang out with this kind of person all day long?"

Riemann: "Correct, we didn't mix together, we just met at the door."

A look of confusion flashed across Chester's face—is it different from what he imagined?Shouldn't Riemann be strong in defending his friend?Although he didn't understand why Riemann became friends with Velen.

Chester shook his head and skipped the topic: "Have you finished writing the paper on the fourth power?"

Riemann hesitated for a moment: "Let's write it."

Chester frowned: "I hope you won't be the only one who failed the review."

Riemann shrugged: "I will lend you a good word."

"Hmph." Chester let out a cold snort, and strode towards the door.

The place responsible for reviewing and publishing the journal "Mathematics and Physics" is the Royal Society. The name hardly reminds Riemann of the Royal Society that Newton joined on Earth, but there is a very important difference between the two. Newton joined The things discussed by the Royal Society are quite complicated. The members put forward all kinds of weird ideas, and they are keen to do experiments. The whole society is quite lively.

The Royal Society in this world only serves mathematicians, and most mathematicians in this world like to work in their own homes. Therefore, as soon as Riemann walked into this building, he felt a little deserted.

After entering the door, only a few people sat on the sofa in the hall, with a pot of tea, a pair of paper and pens in front of them, cigarettes in their mouths, and fell into deep thought.

Chester walked through the hall familiarly, walked to the end along the long corridor, and knocked on the door of the last room in the corridor.

"Come in!"

A violent cry came from within.

With a "squeak", Chester pushed the door open, and the seven or eight of them walked in in order.

Inside the door is a table, a pile of manuscript paper, and a middle-aged man with a gloomy and violent face.

The middle-aged man with a grumpy face raised his eyes and glanced at them, and said eccentrically, "He's a Springs student again..."

An ominous premonition flashed in Peg Chester's heart, and he frowned and asked, "Has the people from the higher level come here?"

The other party pointed to the manuscript paper on the table: "That's right, there is still a pile of garbage left."

Chester was relieved when he heard the words, so he just said, the students at the upper level haven't published a few papers for a year, which is enough to show how bad their level is, so what if they came ahead of them? ?

The irascible middle-aged man took out a copy, and read eccentrically: "How to Calculate the Square Root of Numbers Over [-] Using Perroll's Method"."

"How to Extend Perrol's Method to Open Cube Roots."

"On the Application of Perol's Method in Opening Higher Orders."

"..."

The more the irritable middle-aged man read, the worse Chester's face became.

At the end of the reading, the irascible man threw the paper in his hand: "Mediocre! They are all mediocre! The current students of Springs will only follow others to pick up leftovers?! How did they get in?!"

Chester's face was already darkened.

In all fairness, if Riemann wants to be fair, he doesn't think there is a problem with Chester's behavior, otherwise he would not agree to write a paper with them—all the papers are for students in the mathematics department. Isn't that quite normal... If a new method does not cover all the situations, this wave will not pass, and mediocrity must be given a chance to write papers, how can everyone write innovative articles ...But he felt that Chester probably couldn't stand being scolded as a mediocre person. He looked at the other person, a little curious about whether he planned to call him back home or what to do.

"So, if your paper is also this kind of rubbish, you don't have to give it to me. I have seen enough of these things since Mr. Perol's article was published."

The irritable middle-aged man waved all the piles of papers on the table aside with a look of disgust, put his hands up, squinted his eyes and looked at the group of students in front of him with sharp eyes.

"If it's okay, please go back, I'm going to sleep."

"Ahem." Riemann coughed, looking at the pale faces of Chester and the others, Riemann felt that their brains were probably blank now, and he might only be able to break this awkward atmosphere.

The irritable middle-aged man "swipe" to look at Riemann who made the sound: "Do you have anything to say? Boy."

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Mr. Monroe's new student, right? For Mr. Monroe's sake, I will give you a piece of advice. Spend less time on those meaningless papers, otherwise you will only Let Mr. Monroe down."

Riemann touched his nose, handed over the parchment in his hand, and showed a shy but confident smile: "To be honest... I think my thesis is quite meaningful."

"Oh?" The irritable man raised his eyebrows and took the stack of papers, "Then I want to take a look."

"From the square root method mentioned by Mr. Perrol in the last issue of "Mathematics"... Heck, is this what you mean?"

Facing the other party's disdain and sneer, Riemann suggested patiently: "Please continue to look down."

The irritable middle-aged man——Calvin Rose impatiently re-read this paper with enough routines at the beginning. Hell, he has read at least a hundred of this beginning recently. However, the more he looked back, the more frightened he was .

He flipped the parchment to the last few pages, his pupils widened, and then flipped back to the first page. The further he read, the tighter his brows were furrowed. A few minutes later, Peg Chester was almost I was shocked to see Mr. Calvin Ross, who is famous for his mental arithmetic, rummaged on the table for a long time, finally found a piece of draft paper, and then started to calculate against Riemann's thesis.

Mr. Calvin was obviously fascinated. He picked up Riemann's papers and meditated carefully on a certain place, chanted words for a while, and scribbled on paper for a while. Chester heard his own dry voice: "You write what?"

Riemann: "Just a little thought about Mr. Perol's method."

Riemann didn't mean to think about Versailles, even if he told Chester directly - "I wrote a paper on infinite series" - the other party didn't know what he was talking about...

Chester gave him a complicated look and said nothing.

"How could this be...it's actually true..." Calvin Rose looked at his calculation results in shock. He calculated the steps written in Riemann's paper by himself, and he really came to a completely consistent conclusion—— Specifically, adding up infinite numbers can really get a definite value!

"It's just, so... amazing."

He raised his head, rushed out from behind the desk, grabbed Riemann's shoulder suddenly, and shouted while shaking: "How did you think of it?! This is simply... just... a god-given idea."

Riemann insisted: "I thought of it based on Mr. Perol's paper."

Calvin Rose's expression became a little complicated. Indeed, the other party wrote it at the beginning of the paper—but!None of the "obvious" in his entire thesis is obvious!

He let go of Riemann's shoulders, returned to the desk, and sorted out the other party's papers: "This article will be published in "Mathematics" as quickly as possible, and Achill Monroe... did not read the wrong person .”

"Go back, I want to take a closer look at this article."

Chester: "Can I see it?"

Calvin Rose picked up his teacup and nodded: "Look, you should feel lucky to be able to witness the manuscript of this article at the first scene. Maybe this scene will be written in any history book."

Chester walked to Mr. Calvin's desk, stretched out his hand and turned Riemann's thesis upside down. He turned over page by page, becoming more and more confused as he looked, his eyes changed from confusion to fear, and finally mixed feelings.

He raised his head: "I understand. I, Chester, swear to God that I will never step into the Royal Society unless I make an original theory that belongs to me."

Riemann: ...?Don't worry, brother, I count on you guys to help me fix the minutiae. If I really want to write the whole theory of calculus including the details by myself, when will I have to write it? ? ?

……

When Riemann submitted his manuscript to the Royal Society.

The Duke's Mansion welcomed a strange visitor.

In the past two days, thanks to the gossip about Earl Iserveld's mansion flying all over the sky, Viscount Linton easily learned who the "teacher" the little duke was talking about was.

Due to the rumors flying outside, the earl's lost son, the mathematician Achill Monroe's new student, sounded to have nothing to do with magicians at all, so the Marquis of the Woods found some people who had recently been to Butley County people, inquire about news.

"Oh! When you said that, I remembered that there is indeed a magician who is good at playing with fire in Battery County! I went to see his performance specially!"

"Yes, magician! Magician! Magician! It has nothing to do with magicians. It's a new fashion in the Kingdom of Sidney. Don't you know it? That's too rustic."

"Okay, then I'll be merciful and popularize it for you."

"The biggest theater in King City of Sidney, Flame Rose, you already know that, the owner of Flame Rose was kicked out of Sidney by his patrons, oh, what a poor boss, even if he still has vision, here we are Lang, Ulan is much more friendly to businessmen and artists than Bisini! In short, the poor boss left his hometown and only took part of his assets for many years, so he ran to the backcountry of Butler County to reopen Flame Rose."

"If you want me to tell you, it's enough to come to our royal city. Some people are willing to support him. After all, there are Sidney's Flaming Roses in front. This is a sure-fire business!"

"Ahem, I'll talk about it soon, don't worry, young man."

"After the boss finally rebuilt the flame rose on our land in Wulang, a new fashion has become popular in Sydney. Ordinary dramas are no longer trendy enough. A performance called magic is popular in the capital. The masters made rabbits and pigeons out of their hats, but the priests of the Holy See claimed that there was no magic fluctuation, it was just a trick. Wow, someone can perform such a magic-like performance with human power, and those magicians instantly became kings of Sydney new favorite."

"The former boss of Flame Rose far away in Butley County thinks this is not good. The old club has made great strides to find a new trend. How can he continue to be limited to ordinary dramas?!"

"Don't tell me, he really didn't know where to find a magician! And he is even better than Sydney and the others! When others play with pigeons, he plays with fire. When others put rabbits in hats, he pretends to be himself." Into the tank full of chains!"

"That's right, didn't I just say it? It's a trick, a trick. The priest was there and confirmed the test himself. How come you can't understand human speech at such a young age?"

"Eh? Eh?! Where are you going?! I haven't finished yet!"

"..."

Viscount Linton put on his hat, took his cane, and walked towards the Duke's mansion.

The brim of the hat covered most of his face, only a disdainful smile could be seen.

——What kind of fire mage is he?It turned out to be a counterfeit.

"Hi, I'm here to apply for the tutor of the little duke."

"Eh? Have you found someone yet? Sorry... I was behind the news. My uncle told me that Fernandi's family is looking for a tutor for the little duke..."

"Can I meet the little duke? I specially prepared some unusual stories for this interview. They are from our hometown. They probably haven't spread to Wangcheng. I hope these stories can meet people who like them." .”

"Oh, thank you so much!"

Viscount Linton walked in with the servants of the Duke's mansion.

In the huge living room, the little duke was surrounded by a circle of people. One fed fruit to his mouth, two rubbed his hands, and two rubbed his legs. After the trimming, the little duke would still be rubbing his legs. The two kicked away, walked to the middle and picked up the stone dumbbell that Riemann had left for him, and lifted it a few times. Before getting tired, they put down the things in their hands again, and beckoned to the servant to carry him back. On the sofa, continue to rest and recuperate, and so on.

The little duke had just completed one of the circles when the Marquess of Linton came in.

"Why are you again? I already said that I already have a teacher."

The little duke was sitting on the sofa, just swallowed a piece of fruit, and frowned when he saw Viscount Linton walking in.

The servant who brought him in looked back vigilantly: "Didn't you say that you are here to apply for the tutor of the little duke?"

The Marquess of Linton smiled and tapped his cane.

"Corrosion · Concentration."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of all the servants in the room, except for Viscount Linton and the young duke, became dull for an instant, and their movements became slow and stiff. The little duke looked like a dummy poking a piece of fruit in his hand with a blank expression on his face. The servant who approached him kicked him away in disgust.

Then he quickly reacted and jumped up on the spot: "Are you really a magician?!"

Viscount Linton: "Of course. And unlike a fake like your good teacher, I am a real magician."

The little duke excitedly approached the servants controlled by Viscount Linton, narrowed his eyes and studied them carefully: "Not bad, really good."

"Your Excellency, the young duke, the story I want to tell you today is—the magician of Butley County."

"That's your teacher, did he tell you that he can control the flames? Unfortunately, he is just a liar, magicians are noble, and they are just magicians, who can only juggle and sensationalize Just a clown."

The little duke thought to himself—then he had already said that he was a magician, and what he knew had nothing to do with magic, but... his eyeballs rolled around, who wants to learn magic if there is real magic to learn?And that Riemann is so daring, he dared to let the son of the dignified duke exercise coolie every day!snort!

The little duke's heart moved, and he decided to retaliate against Riemann for oppressing him during this time. He pretended to still not believe it, and said slowly: "It's not just what you say orally, but it's true. How about it, you fight Riemann One game, whoever wins will be my new teacher."

Viscount Linton: "Of course I won't reject this proposal, but I'm afraid that Mr. Riemann will choose to avoid the battle, so why not... Your Excellency the Young Duke led him outside the city..."

The little duke rolled his eyes, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he simply agreed: "Okay!"

……

After Riemann handed in the manuscript, he jumped into the carriage of the Duke's Palace and walked back.

Usually, when he returned to the Duke's mansion, he would go directly to his room. Usually, the little Duke would lift dumbbells in the living room, and he would glance at him casually to make sure that the other party didn't want to strike.

Today is different.

The little prince waited for him impatiently at the door of the living room, and when he saw him appear, he shouted reluctantly: "I'm going to play in the outskirts of the city, and my father said that I can only go out with you, hurry up."

Riemann nodded thoughtfully, Duke Fernandi's salary is not in vain, this is indeed his scope of work.

So, as soon as he got off the carriage of the Duke's mansion, he got into the carriage of the little duke again.

The sound of kicking horseshoes and the bumpy carriage after leaving the city gate distracted some Riemann's attention, but he was still a little confused. First of all, it was the performance of the little duke. The other party's expression was half reluctant and half Suppressed excitement, although thinking that the little duke probably wanted to explore somewhere when he left the city gate, he had to be accompanied by his "tutor". And—after all, with his current character design in the Little Duke's place, wouldn't it be a good thing to have him accompany you on an expedition?

The second point is that when he was in the city, there were all kinds of noises around, and there were too many carriages. After leaving the city, he realized that there were no other followers behind the carriage they were riding in.

When he travels alone, it is normal to have a carriage and a coachman, but this little duke...

Riemann looked thoughtfully at the little duke who seemed a little restless.

What the hell is the other party doing?

"Your Excellency, you are here."

The coachman's voice came from the front, and the carriage stopped steadily.

The little duke: "You go down first, and then give me a hand."

Riemann jumped out of the car without hesitation, then turned around and stretched out his hand to let the other party jump out of the car with him.

"Come on, let's go to that forest."

"Just the two of us?"

"Don't you have the confidence to protect me? Your Excellency the Magician."

Riemann smiled and didn't make another sound.

He walked about five steps behind Rocco Fernandi into the woods full of dead leaves.

Just when he was about to ask, "Where do you want to go?", a sudden change occurred.

Wisps of black mist came out of nowhere and rushed towards Riemann quickly.

"Hahahahaha! Go to hell! Let you make me do stupid things every day!"

Seeing the black mist entangled Riemann, the little duke shouted excitedly.He didn't notice that Riemann had an extra pair of black gloves on his hands, and the dress on his body changed slightly.

Of course, he didn't even notice that Riemann had already given himself a brain calming technique and a blue buff.

Riemann raised his eyebrows, so today is Rock Fernandi's revenge?But this black mist looks familiar, where did he find the cursed mage?

"Get rid of him quickly, and then you will be my teacher, hurry up."

Roc Fernandi raised his head proudly, urging impatiently.

As his words fell, a standard gentleman with a top hat and a cane appeared from the black mist.

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Young Duke."

Riemann didn't activate any defensive spells from the very beginning, nor did he use healing to clear the buffs on him, not only because the dark thing on his body only controlled his actions, his blood bar He didn't mean to descend at all, and it was because he had already encountered a curse mage, and knew that they could teleport and become invisible, so of course he had to wait for the enemy to show up.

"The gaze of the night."

Strong control for three seconds.

"The pain of bone erosion."

Ignore the continuous damage of the defense, and the damage is doubled under the [Gaze of the Night] buff.

"Arrow of ice and snow."

Deals massive damage to a single target.

Riemann did not hesitate to hit the combo on the magic robe at once, and the effect was immediate, and the opponent's blood bar disappeared by a quarter in an instant.

"Twisting vines."

"Summon Fire, Summon Wind, Summon Wind."

Make up control and then attack.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that the skill [Explosion is Art] should be added here, but the skill of explosion, in addition to causing damage and fire vulnerability buffs, also has interruptions and two-second stuns. In order not to overlap with the control of vine entanglement, Riemann It would be better to sacrifice the damage of the first skill cycle with [Summon·Fire] as the core.

Even though he had played so many skills, only five seconds had passed, and the ecstasy and arrogance on the little duke's face froze before it even had time to change.

"Forbidden Curse Mage?!"

After Viscount Linton appeared, he was controlled first, and he was beaten for no reason. At this time, he almost shouted in shock——Damn it!Isn't this kid a fake fire mage? !Fake ghost!Fire is a ghost!He was crazy to compete with the Forbidden Curse Mage for his students!