The days of learning black magic in another world

Viscount Linton looked at Rock Fernandi angrily, and he had completely vented his anger on this mentally handicapped little duke.

But he quickly gathered his energy - he wanted to escape!

"Corrosion·Teleportation!"

Viscount Linton, who was trapped in the burning vines, decided to run away directly, but as soon as he said the word "instant" for "teleportation", Riemann, who had been prepared for a long time, threw out instant magic——

"Explosions are art."

With a "bang", the powder fluttered around Viscount Linton, and Viscount Linton, who was half-misted in black, looked up at Riemann in amazement.

no... no...

It is still necessary to control the other party first, and wait for the opportunity to escape when the other party is out of trouble!

A thread-like black mist rushed out from behind Viscount Linton and flew towards Riemann.

But Viscount Linton was shocked to find that his spell didn't work on Riemann at all! ——Suddenly a circle of ice crystals appeared around him, and the black mist collided with that layer of ice crystals, just like water entering the sea, and there was no trace left.

Riemann, who had opened [Ice Field] in advance, saw that the opponent wanted to teleport again, so he started the second round of continuous control.

"The wind."

The well-dressed and elegant Viscount Linton had been blown into disgrace by the explosion just now, and now he was swept into the air by the strong wind blowing from nowhere, and he no longer looked aristocratic at all.

"Summon · Fire."

"Summon · Fire."

With the fire damage buff brought by [Explosion is Art] and the long-lasting gust of wind, you can achieve the original effect of more than one skill cycle without replenishing [Summon·Wind].

[Wild Wind] Fill it up when the buff is gone, and use basic attacks for the rest of the time. Riemann slowly cut the opponent's blood bar to less than a quarter.

"Ahhhh-"

Riemann frowned, is this going to run away?

"Blessing of the night."

"Blessing of the Devil of Pain."

The two-second immunity was activated very timely. This time, the black mist was condensed into a line, and the intensity could instantly cut Riemann into countless pieces—if he hadn't activated the immunity.

The cursed mage also let go of this big move last time, and Riemann has been waiting for a long time.

"Teleport."

[Teleportation is also for attacking: After selecting the attack target, move forward within ten meters and cause 254 points of damage to the target at one time, and at the same time add a "stun" state to the target for 2 seconds. 】

The last strong control in Riemann's hand.

Viscount Linton, who wanted to take this opportunity to escape, looked desperately at Riemann, who had indifferent eyes, teleported to him, looking down at him, but he couldn't even move a finger.

"Hellfire."

Harvesting skills with an additional 30% damage increase for enemies with less than 30% HP. This is the first time Riemann has used this skill because the opponent has more HP.

In the flame of hell (ultra-weakened version), which was darker than ordinary flames, Viscount Linton was burned to ashes, including his clothes.

From the beginning to the end of this battle, there was not even a minute.

The young Duke Rocco Fernandi, who was standing aside with a pale face and stunned, lay down on the tree trunk belatedly after all the dust had settled, and retched.

"vomit--!"

Riemann patted the dust on his clothes, walked to Rocco Fernandi, bent down, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Excellency the Young Duke, do you think I'm not serious enough in teaching you?"

The pale-faced little duke leaned against the tree trunk and trembled: "Don't come here...don't come here! Ah——"

Riemann picked up the other party's collar and brought the person to stand in front of him: "Since the little duke is so eager to learn, please rest assured that from today onwards, I will spare no effort to teach you the little duke."

……

It was almost the little duke who was carried back to the carriage, and he shrank into the corner as soon as Riemann let go.

From his point of view, the magician who had just killed a magician gave him a disdainful look, moved his fingers slightly, and a ball of white light sank into his body.

"You are not allowed to inform, and you are not allowed to call for help, unless you feel that you are stronger than the cursed mage just now, and you can survive until the Holy See dares to rescue you, understand?"

Rocco Fernandi nodded without daring to speak, and then he saw the magician sitting in his seat, took out a piece of parchment and began to write and draw, completely ignoring him as a "captive".

After frightening the little duke with light magic that had no effect other than returning blue, Riemann began to make a "schedule" for the other party.

He only knew that the young duke's three views could not be right, but he didn't expect it to be so crooked. He really is a feudal landlord class who completely ignores human life. He is not an anonymous person now, and the other party dares He yelled, beat and killed for his own outlet.

Tsk.The ideological gap between the landlord class and the proletariat is really wider than the reproductive isolation between humans and pigs.

But the other party is the son of the duke after all, he can kill himself if he wants to, but he can't easily raise him too, but he is not interested in giving a kid a thought reformation, if that's the case, then use the simplest and most brutal means to suppress it Bar--

fear.

Use the fear of this battle to oppress him to complete the tasks on the schedule, and then subtly mix this fear with the fear of the identity of "teacher", then even if you don't need to show force, you can make the little duke subconsciously fear him .

Of course, it is impossible to teach magic. On the one hand, he is not stupid. Did he let the Duke's son learn magic with him because he thought he was not exposed quickly enough?On the other hand, to be honest, he didn't know how to teach either.

So the schedule he made is like this——

"Wake up at nine o'clock in the morning to eat, jog from 09:30 to ten o'clock, there must be no rest in between, and if you must rest, walk instead of running."

"Take a break from 10:30 to [-]:[-], and explain mathematics to him by myself from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]. After all, I have to do some homework as a tutor occasionally."

"10:30 to 11:30 to practice what he just learned, and he happened to have a class in Springs."

"Eat from 11:30 to [-] o'clock, lunch break."

"From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], he came back from Springs for a lunch break, and commented on the exercise that he had written in the morning to the little duke. By the way, he gave him some history or literature lessons, because he was trying to improve Wulang's liberal arts knowledge recently. .”

"At fourteen o'clock, I go out to school by myself, and the little duke continues to exercise, running for half an hour, resting for 10 minutes, lifting weights for half an hour, resting for 10 minutes."

"After practicing reciting history, I go home from school at [-] o'clock and randomly check the other party's reciting. I can't continue reciting."

"After dinner from [-] to [-], rest."

"After eighteen o'clock, review the math knowledge in the morning, and then continue to do exercises."

"Learn Sydney at the end, and write down what you have learned before running in the morning the next morning."

"complete."

Riemann threw this course schedule to the little duke: "This is your future schedule, read it yourself first."

Rocco Fernandi was extremely reluctant, but had to succumb to his survival instinct, and stretched out his hand to take the parchment from Riemann's pale and slender fingers.

Just looking at him, I wanted to protest, but he didn't sit up straight and asked loudly why he got up at nine!He saw Riemann's half-smile face... So he sat back and watched angrily.

The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to shout—what the hell is this!

Which aristocrat would lower himself so much and make himself so busy? !

Doesn't this guy know that the status symbol of nobility is leisure? !

hateful!

The little duke realized that he had worked hard to practice lifting weights every day to learn magic, although he had to lie down comfortably on the sofa and eat something every time he lifted about five times.

How can anyone work hard for 10 minutes while only resting for 10 minutes!

Riemann: Most high school students in the far future East?

The livid-faced little duke finally reluctantly choked out a sentence: "I see."

However, Riemann was more cruel and excessive than he imagined. He thought that since the other party had written a day's schedule, it would naturally start to be executed the next day. After returning to the Duke's mansion, he had just finished lunch and hadn't rested yet. After a while, Riemann wiped his hands and said, "Come with me in the study, and today we will start with the history of Ulang."

Rocco Fernandi's eyes widened in shock.

Riemann: "What's the matter, don't you want to?"

Rocco Fernandi: "No...pretty much."

He dragged his heavy body and followed Riemann into the study. Riemann took a brick-sized book from the shelf that he had just read two days ago, and turned to the first page.

He looked up at the little duke: "Sit."

Rock Fernandi twisted his head and sat down on the chair, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Riemann squinted his eyes, and Rocco Fernandi immediately lowered his head, and grabbed the quill pen in his hand without a teacher, as quiet and obedient as a quail.

"Today we will talk about the jihad 300 years ago, in 1213 in the divine calendar..."

In all fairness, the level of Riemann's lectures is very good. Rocco Fernandi thought a little distractedly that he told the boring history almost like a story. If the history class is taught like this, it is not impossible.

But Riemann quickly shattered his beautiful fantasy.

"I've finished listening to the story, is it good?"

The little duke nodded subconsciously: "That sounds good..."

Riemann smiled: "Then I will test you next to see if you have really listened to the story in your mind... The first question is, which general led the vanguard of the jihad and why did the king choose the general?"

Rocco Fernandi was taken aback.

He just remembered that the captain of the vanguard drove straight to destroy the magician's lair.

"The second question is, facing the attack of the Wulang army, what counterattack strategy did the great magician choose at that time, and why did this strategy fail?"

"The third question, what are the factors that contributed to Uran's final victory? Please name at least three and answer according to subjective and objective reasons."

Rocco Fernandi was already starting to get dizzy.

Riemann got up gracefully, and stuffed the tome in his hand into the hands of the little duke: "I'll give you half an hour to find out the answers to these questions. I'll check after half an hour. If you haven't found the answer after half an hour if……"

Riemann didn't finish speaking, but the threatening meaning of the words had overflowed.

Rocco Fernandi, who had never read such a thick book in his life, was completely dumbfounded.

……

Leaving the little duke alone in the study and struggling to flip through the book, Riemann went back to his room to meditate. After killing the cursed mage at level 31 today, he was just a little away from reaching level 23.

Two 10 minutes later.

"Congratulations on your upgrade, the current level is lv.23."

Riemann clicked on the experience bar and looked at it, feeling a burst of satisfaction.

Instead of continuing to meditate, he quietly returned outside the study.

"Hurry up! Find it quickly! There are still 10 minutes, if you can't find it, you will die!"

Riemann frowned, and lightly opened a gap with his fingers. Rocco Fernandi was sitting on a high chair, holding a large tome that he pulled out from the bookshelf in his hand, and knelt down on him angrily. The person in front of him is pumped.

"Trash! What are you raising for! They are all for nothing!"

Rocco Fernandi slammed the tome on the table, pointed at the person in front of him, and started cursing.

Riemann's expression turned cold, and he no longer covered up the sound of footsteps, and pushed the door open with a "squeak".

Rock Fernandi heard the movement from the door, raised his head suddenly, and saw Riemann with an indifferent face.

"Very well, Your Excellency the Young Duke is really courageous, you dared to take advantage of it in front of me on the first day."

Rock Fernandi muttered: "They should have served me. Why should I do things like find a few words from a book?"

Riemann was almost laughed out of anger. Where did the unlucky servant who crawled at Rocco Fernandi's feet learn to write? Even if he looked through it for another 1 years, he still couldn't find what the little duke asked him to find.Riemann felt that the little duke was quite like the overbearing boss in the "Ba Zong Wen" he had seen in his previous life, letting his assistant do things that no one else could do.

Riemann: "It seems that Your Excellency the Little Duke still doesn't understand my determination...Tony, you go out first."

The servant who was kneeling on the ground left the study in a hurry as if he had been pardoned.

Riemann is going to get serious - if you don't let you see what is exam-oriented education cramming, I will spend my whole life as a questioner in vain.

Before the Springs school starts, Rock Fernandi, the fighter among the brats, must completely turn into a problem-solving machine.

Riemann threw the parchment and quill into Rock Fernandi's arms.

"On page 5, No. 18 to 21, copy it down."

"The third line on page 7 to the seventh line No.40."

"Line 10, page [-]."

"..."

"Copy it down first, hurry up." Riemann looked impatiently at Rock Fernandi, who had not been writing for a long time, and a cluster of flames shot out from his fingertips.

Rocco Fernandi immediately grabbed the pen and started to move.

"It's finished copying, very good."

"The next two things you have to do, first, read pages [-] to [-] ten times. Second, after reading this paragraph, copy what you just asked to copy down ten times."

"When reading and copying, remember to keep the few questions I just asked in mind, and I will hear your answer immediately after copying."

"let's start."

After Riemann finished speaking, he sat down across the desk. Rock Fernandi originally wanted to dawdle for a while, and then find someone to copy for him after the damn Riemann went out, but Riemann had no intention of leaving at all. , he didn't even do anything to pass the time!Just staring at him like this, circling the flame in the palm from time to time, smiling when he saw him.

Rock Fernandi finally realized that the other party would never let him go, angrily... grabbed the book and began to read this stinky and long history - when Riemann talked just now, it was obviously very interesting story? !Who wrote this book, how could it be so boring!Let father send the man who wrote this book to trial tomorrow!

After finally reading the first fifteen pages ten times, the little duke's reading went from stumbling to extremely smooth.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, it's time to rest!" Rocco Fernandi looked at the wall clock and shouted excitedly, his mouth was dry now, and he just wanted some people to bring the fruit plate to his mouth.

Riemann crossed Erlang's legs and smiled: "That's the rest time when the progress is normal. If you obediently find out the answers to those questions at the beginning, you can really go to lie on the sofa now, but unfortunately..."

Rocco Fernandi froze with excitement on his face.

"Continue, the copying is not finished yet."

The little duke stared at the quill in his hand, as if he wanted to break it.

"hurry up."

Riemann's cold voice urged him, and he could hear a trace of impatience.

Rocco Fernandi finished copying it all over again, and waved his hands angrily: "What's the point?!"

Riemann looked up at him coolly: "It's meaningless, it's just because you are too stupid to come up with a stupid way, if you can grasp the key points and say it after reading it, naturally you don't need to copy it hard."

"You... you called me stupid!" The little duke shouted in shock.

"Do you think you are very smart?" Riemann responded with a shocked expression.

"Nine times away, hurry up, don't delay jogging for a while."

"Ahhh-"

"Don't complain, put the energy of screaming ghosts into reading books."

Half an hour later, the little duke stood in front of Riemann with his head drooping, answering his questions.

"...The last question, where is the vanguard's first goal?"

"The swamp?"

"Wait! Wait! Let me think again! I really remember... ah! It's the Gardland Valley!"

"Very good, you passed the level."

The little duke heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and his shoulders on both sides slumped.

"Just to take a break, jogging can relax people's brain, go."

Roc Fernandi shouted in shock: "What kind of break is this?!"

Riemann pointed to the wall clock with dissatisfaction: "Look at the time yourself, how long have you been overtime, not to mention, jogging is not considered a rest. Just now you used your brain and your body was resting. Now you change your body and move your brain. It's the perfect time to be short."

The venue for jogging was the garden of the Duke's Mansion. Although it was two o'clock in the afternoon, the scattered vines blocked the scorching sun, coupled with the fresh fragrance of plants and trees, making jogging really a pleasant and enjoyable thing.

But the little duke obviously wasn't in the mood to "enjoy" jogging. He had just run for 5 minutes, and he was sweating profusely, panting like an old bellows.

Riemann couldn't help but frowned - what kind of physique is this?

He threw out an identification technique and looked at the opponent's health bar, for fear that he would die while jogging.

"recovery."

After applying a recovery technique, the little duke felt that the soreness on his body and the bloody smell in his throat disappeared instantly, but he was still so tired...

Riemann just paid close attention to the blood bar of the little duke, and when he saw something was wrong, he used a big recovery spell.

Rock Fernandi didn't know for a moment whether he was in less pain or more pain... The green spell that Riemann threw on him did reduce the pain in his body, but after the pain in his body faded, he felt exhausted. It's even more obvious... He wanted to lie down on the ground countless times, and in fact he did try once... As soon as he lay down, the devil summoned a gust of wind from nowhere, making him turn pale , almost spit it out.

The devil also said with a smile: "Either run for half an hour, or be swept by the strong wind for half an hour, you choose."

Under the collapse, Rocco Fernandi could only cry, curse Riemann, and run around in pain.

"time up."

After Riemann announced that the time was up, Rocco Fernandi threw himself on the ground almost in place.

Staring at Venus described his current state as light.

In the end, the devil picked him up viciously and said something to him—"I can't sit or lie down after running, I have to walk for a while, or my muscles will be sore."

Gathering his last strength, he shouted: "I'm not going! I'm not going! I'm going to lie down here! What sore muscles? Can't you just wave your hands and make them disappear? Why do I have to go!"

Riemann touched his chin and felt that he was convinced. The little duke was right. Under normal circumstances, after a long-distance run, it is true that you should walk too much, but isn't that the case without healing?

So he mercifully allowed the little Duke to rest for 10 minutes in an unsightly but very comfortable posture before pulling him up again.

"Go, next item."

Rocco Fernandi felt as though he had been dragged into the living room like a dead body.

As soon as he saw the dumbbells made of stones on the ground, he felt a pain in his head and a convulsion in his heart.

He knows very well that this devil will never allow him to rest five or six times for five minutes...

Riemann was not as cruel as he imagined, and gave him a little buffer time every 10 minutes, but even so, after half an hour, Rocco Fernandi wanted to cry, but he found himself crying Don’t move—you don’t even have to worry about whether crying at this time is not aristocratic…

"Rest until dinnertime."

Riemann's cold voice sounded again, but this time it penetrated into Rocco Fernandi's heart like a clear spring.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...too great..."

……

At dinner time, Duke Fernandi, who had returned from socializing, sat at the dining table and couldn't help but look at his son twice.

Little Locke...why doesn't he feel right today?

He didn't pick and choose the dishes, he didn't yell at the servants serving the dishes, the expression on his face...well, there seemed to be no expression on his face, it was as numb as if he had just learned that his inheritance rights were gone, and he almost mechanically turned the dishes Poke it in the mouth.

Fernandi looked tentatively at Riemann who was eating slowly: "Dear little Riemann, what's wrong with Little Locke?"

Riemann smiled: "Your Excellency the Duke, Your Excellency the Little Duke felt that I had taught him too little before, so I gave him a history class and two physical education classes in the afternoon, probably because I was tired, and I took a nap. Enough."

"Oh..." Duke Fernandi nodded, huh?wrong!Knowing a son is like a father, how could Little Locke take the initiative to ask for a history class? !

He tentatively turned his head to Little Locke again: "Little Locke, why did you suddenly think of going to class?"

Rocco Fernandi choked, and the half-chewed lamb chop suddenly became hard to swallow. What could he say? ! ——Is this the devil who persecuted him?Look at that devil's half-smile, if he really said that, who knows if he will be able to see the sun tomorrow!Even if he can see the sun tomorrow, who knows what torture he will suffer!

It took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Mr. Riemann told a good story, including historical stories."

Duke Fernandi suddenly realized, oh!I see!