The days of learning black magic in another world

On Sunday afternoon, Riemann brought Adi to the little Duke who was struggling to lift the iron.

"This is your senior brother. He will supervise your mission this afternoon and evening."

Rock Fernandi's eyes widened in shock: "You want me to call a servant brother?!"

Adi fell into a daze after Riemann finished speaking. When the little duke yelled, he couldn't help shaking, and looked at Riemann for help.

Riemann frowned: "Adi is also learning magic with me, and he came first and learned earlier than you. He is your senior. It is only natural for him to supervise you."

"Mr. Riemann... I, I'm afraid I can't do it..."

Riemann: "Adi, this is the first task I give you, are you going to back down?"

Adi was stunned. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Although he was still trembling uncontrollably, he said in a trembling voice, "I understand!"

The little duke said angrily, "Is he still supervising me like this?"

Riemann softened his expression and looked at Adi: "It's okay, if the little duke is lazy and refuses to do the questions and refuses to train, it doesn't matter if you can't push him, Adi, the only thing you have to do is to truthfully tell the other party The completion status of the project is recorded in my mind, and I will report to me when I come back at night."

"Your Excellency the Little Duke, if you want to be lazy today, you can be lazy, but you have to make up double training tomorrow."

Rock Fernandi's sinister eyes and smile on Adi froze in an instant: "How could you do this?!"

Riemann: "So, come on for today's training, two, see you tonight."

……

The residence of the Iserveld family is just as Villen said, a little lacking in popularity, and Riemann even felt that he had traveled to a certain Gothic movie.

"Riemann."

After registering the number, the butler looked at him deeply from top to bottom, very expressionless, and Riemann smiled at him.

The butler reluctantly opened the door for him and led him the way: "Please come in."

Iserveld's mansion was also dark and gloomy. Riemann walked on the marble floor, and felt the cool air whizzing up even through a layer of carpet.

"Riemann!"

Mrs. Marian walked towards him excitedly and eagerly, and when she was about to reach him, she stopped again. Riemann bent his eyes and showed a smile that seemed sincere enough: "Madam."

Mrs. Marianne: "Please don't call me that... child, my child, call me mother."

Riemann is as good as a stream: "Mother."

Mrs. Marianne cried again, and Riemann patiently made a humanoid support, waiting for the other party to recover.

"Let's go... child, let's go in, everyone is waiting for you."

After entering the living room, the butler melted into the shadows like a wandering spirit.

There are two sofas facing each other in the living room, on one side sits Albert and a noble lady, on the other side is Miss Alina, a child who should be her brother, and another lady, this lady Although he looks about the same age as the lady on the opposite side, his temperament is quite different, his face is harsher, and his eyes are more mobile. In just a few seconds when he walked in, the other party's eyeballs did not stop at a fixed place. , has been spinning around, so the temperament should be more petty.

Count Iserveld was sitting in an armchair next to the sofa with a pipe in his mouth. He couldn't see clearly, but he was not very happy anyway.

Mrs. Marianne pulled him to the front of the noble lady.

"This is little Albert. You two brothers have met. This is Bernard's mother, which is your grandma."

Riemann: "Hello, Mrs. Ferina."

Although Mrs. Furina is a generation older than Mrs. Marianne, she looks about the same age as Mrs. Marianne probably because she has not experienced the pain of bereavement like Mrs. Marianne's for more than ten years.

She nodded her chin respectfully, indicating that she heard Riemann's greeting.

Mrs. Marianne seemed a little embarrassed, and Riemann could feel the other party's hand tightening his grip.

She turned around with Riemann: "This is Alina Iserveld and Phil Iserveld, this is the mother of Alina and Phil."

This lady, who didn't even mix up her name in the introduction, doesn't seem to be very popular with Mrs. Marianne, Riemann thought while smiling.

The lady without a name stood up fanning her fan: "Now that everyone is here, let's start eating? I'm so hungry that my chest is on my back. It's rare to see Alina and Phil. I didn't expect to catch up with this time." Something like being half an hour late for a meal."

"Elaine, don't be so rude."

Mrs. Frena seemed to stop the other party's rude behavior towards Mrs. Marianne, but there was no blame in her tone. If she insisted on saying it, it was a little "intimate blame" at most. After all, Elaine Iserveld was her cousin, and Marianne was the outsider in comparison.

As Earl Iserveld got up from the armchair and walked towards the dining table in silence, Mrs. Marianne's face finally turned pale to the extreme.

Riemann felt sorry for this mother, and reunited with the child who he thought had been dead for more than ten years. Apart from anxiety, the other party's mood should be pure joy, but he found that no one in this family welcomed the child except himself. My soul may have been severely wounded.

Riemann patted Mrs. Marianne's arm and raised a smiling face: "Let's go too, I just happen to be a little hungry."

"Oh! Are you hungry, child? Okay, okay, I'll get the food served right away." Mrs. Marianne looked around in a panic, but Riemann's words did divert her attention in time, and her face was uneasy. So pale again.

The dishes were delivered to the table one by one on a silver plate. Riemann's tongue has been raised a little by the Duke's mansion recently. No matter how you look at it, he feels that this meal is not at the same level as his usual dinner.

He casually cut a piece of meat for himself and planned to eat it slowly.

A sneer came from the opposite side, it was Mrs. Elaine Iserveld, she covered half of her face with a fan and said with a smile: "Others told me that my new nephew was born in a poor area. I didn't believe it at first. Some people don’t eat the Dengdeng fruit, but eat the meat cubes under it that are used as seasoning.”

"My little nephew, eat more meat, I have really wronged you these years."

Riemann raised his eyebrows, and looked again at the plate on which he was holding the meat. There were indeed a few red fruits on the five or six pieces of cooked meat. He thought it was a decoration for the plate, but it turned out that this was the main thing. dish?

The name Dengdengguo made him a little blue fish ptsd. He silently threw an identification technique on it, and the result showed that it was an ordinary fruit, which had nothing to do with magic. Riemann felt relieved and smiled at the lady: "So that's it. , then I'll give it a try."

He forked a red fruit and put it into his mouth. He felt that the taste was no different from that of a small tomato, and immediately lost interest, and then began to cut the meat.

"Marian, you must be busy now. Who would have thought that you would need you to teach etiquette when the children are already in their teens? My dear new nephew is not as proficient in using tableware as Phil."

The disgust in Marianne's eyes flashed, and she said slowly: "Teaching etiquette is much easier than teaching knowledge. My child has already entered Springs College, and Mr. Monroe is a teacher. How can I still teach him?" If you want to teach him something, you should pay more attention to Phil instead of doing nothing but swaying around every day."

"Oh, business? Marianne, do you mean such a business as a little nephew going to be a tutor in the duke's mansion? It's really strange. I've never heard of any young people who are still poor in the noble family in the royal city. Those who want to sell their labor to earn money.”

"What's more, what about Springs College, and what about Mr. Monroe's students. Among Mr. Monroe's students, there are also Rochester's kind of students who willingly went to Bartley County to become teachers. Tsk, little nephew, maybe you And I know that idiot."

"Eileen, you said it lightly, so what about Springs College? If you let the young people in Wangcheng hear your words, you will have to die."

"It's just that they are stupid. If they are half as smart as our little Albert, why would they have to go to such great trouble! I see Marianne, you don't have to be so precious to your new son, little Albert sooner or later I will also enter Springs College, and maybe I can be a student under Mr. Monroe, after all, people like Rochester will do."

"Eileen, you are really ignorant! Could it be that your ignorance gave you the courage to speak nonsense? Please stop insulting Springs immediately!"

"Only true geniuses deserve to be in Springs!"

Elaine giggled, smiling very happily: "Tsk, Marianne, it's because you didn't pass the test in the first place, why are you praising it so much?"

Mrs. Marianne, who was hit by the pain point, turned pale, and almost retorted sharply: "I never cared about it, what I have for Springs is just what a normal royal student would have. Except for people like you who never read books and have an empty mind, everyone knows that Springs only recruits real geniuses, and only people like you who are hopelessly stupid feel that it is It is a place where mediocrity can be allowed to step in!"

"Mother, what do you mean?" Albert frowned, and put down the knife and fork in his hand, "Are you trying to say that I am mediocre? Do you think I am not worthy of entering Springs?"

Mrs. Marian was stunned: "No, Albert, I didn't mean that..."

Riemann swallowed the unknown piece of meat in his mouth with great interest, making up for the last blow to the chaotic battle on the table.

He raised his face and said sincerely, like a child eager to please his parents, to Mrs. Marianne: "Mother, if Albert is willing, I can help him train for the Springs entrance exam... ..."

"Oh boy, my boy, you are so sweet..."

Lady Marianne was too moved to know what to say.

And Albert Iserveld glared at him angrily: "You——!"

"Enough." Madam Furina tapped the plate in dissatisfaction, and the people who were on the verge of swords fell silent immediately.

Earl Iserveld frowned and said nothing, not knowing whether the scolding battle just reached his ears or not.

Riemann leisurely pulled out another piece of meat from under the Dengdeng fruit. I am afraid that he was the only one who enjoyed this meal today.