The days of learning black magic in another world

After the devil-like figure left, little Polo suddenly let out the breath he was holding back, causing him to lose all his strength and sit down on the ground.

"The devil... the magician... yes!! Yes!! He must know magic! He must be a magician! I will report him to the principal!"

"Quick! Help me up!"

The thin Joyce tried to lift up Polo, but the two of them fell together. Fortunately, the other person who came to beat up Riemann with them was a really strong boy—well, strong but timid. As small as a mouse——At this time, he put his ears on the door, and confirmed that Riemann had gone so far that he could not even hear the sound of footsteps, and then it seemed that little Polo and Joyce jumped over and helped them up.

"Go! Go to the principal's office!"

"You mean...you want to report the new classmate as a magician?"

"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes! He made the strips disappear!"

"And principal, don't you find it strange?! How could this humble, poor commoner get into Rhodes—"

"Cough." The white-bearded headmaster coughed lightly, interrupting little Polo's words. He stroked his long soft beard and narrowed his eyes at little Polo.

"This is a serious accusation. You should know that the magician will be sent to the gallows to be executed in public, and finally burned to death..."

Little Polo froze for a moment with his pale face: "But isn't it something each of us should do to report potential magicians?"

The principal with the white beard showed a kind smile when he heard the words, and patted little Polo on the shoulder: "Yes, yes, what you said is very correct."

"However, it is not so easy to judge whether a person is a magician...Little Mr. Polo, why don't you have a cup of tea first, and then let's wait for the Holy See to send someone."

"Mr. Joyce, Mr. Greg, would you like a drink too?"

Joyce, the skinny and shy boy, hesitated for a while before sitting down on the sofa opposite the principal, shrinking like a quail.

As for Greg, that burly coward, he hurriedly shook his head: "No principal, I have to go back to do my homework in Sydney... Goodbye principal, goodbye Mr. Polo, and goodbye Joyce."

After finishing speaking, he slipped away like a rabbit—he is not stupid, if the magician is lucky... er, unfortunately escaped, if he stands next to Mr. Polo, he will definitely be hated, okay? ...

When Riemann returned to the dormitory after dinner, little Polo hadn't come back yet. Riemann guessed that these noble children who were normally enrolled in the school probably had their own entertainment circle, and there were probably some activities in the evening.

As for himself... He just borrowed a basic textbook of Sidney from the library. He didn't intend to preview it in advance, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to. He had no clue, and it was a bit difficult for him to learn a language from a basic textbook—he was interested in the corresponding basic Ulang language above.

Thanks to this world for not setting his difficulty to hell mode, the basic language skills are still equipped for him, and he accepts all the content of the original Little Riemann Society, and learns when he knows how to say a language Writing is still relatively easy...

In the spacious and quiet dormitory, there are only the crackling and burning sound of the fireplace, and the "swiping" sound of Riemann's quill pen practicing on the parchment.

The warm light hit the side of Riemann's face. He looked serious, and his lips moved slightly from time to time, confirming that the word corresponded to the pronunciation in his mind.

This peaceful picture was broken by Ms. Becky's cold voice.

"Mr. Riemann, please come with me to the principal's office."

Riemann raised his head in confusion and put down his pen: "Principal's office?"

Ms. Becky was tall and thin, and looked down at him impatiently at this time, simply nodded and turned away, Riemann had to follow.

On the way to the principal's office, Riemann thought for a long time what the principal would ask him to do. Since he had only entered Rhodes College for a full day, he only thought of one possible reason-Xiao Pang, he would sue the teacher... …

Riemann was a little apprehensive, and wanted to scratch his head—he didn't even touch Fatty...

Ms. Becky pushed open the door of the principal's office, and the first thing that appeared in front of Riemann was the principal who asked him to come over. The principal looked similar to Riemann's imagination, with a suit, cane, gray beard, monocle, and hidden in there. After that, the kindly eyes were faintly shining again.

Then there was Little Polo, who was sitting on the sofa holding a cup of tea. His face was still a little pale, and he was holding the tea in a posture like a calming tea. Next to him was Joyce in the same posture.

Good guy... It's really Xiaopang suing the teacher.

Riemann regretted a little. Maybe his mind had degenerated, or maybe he was dazzled by the sudden sense of stability and happiness of Rhodes College. What's wrong with being bullied by this noble young master... It's better than losing the hard-won opportunity to enroll Bar.

He quickly made a draft in his heart, planning to repent as soon as the principal asked him what happened, and sincerely express his apology to Mr. Fatty, that he should not offend the noble with his poor body master.

But when he actually stepped into the principal's office, he realized that there was a person blocked by the door and Ms. Becky from his vision just now.

That person had dazzling blond hair and was wearing a moon-white robe, but when Riemann saw him, there was only one word left in his mind-cold.

Ms. Becky is also very cold. Most people in Rhodes College would say that Ms. Becky is a cold person who speaks like spitting ice, usually without a smile on her face, and who recites school discipline and rules. At that time, the whole person was as straight as an ice sculpture.

But her coldness is different from the person Riemann sees now. Under Ms. Becky's coldness, she can see her disdain for Riemann and her unwilling submission to Little Polo. She is a living People are suppressing their emotions, trying to live as a walking rule.

But the blond man in the moon white robe, he looked at Ms. Becky and Riemann who pushed the door in, like looking at two ants.

Riemann was buzzing with alarm bells all over his body, and goosebumps appeared layer by layer on the back of his neck. It took him all his strength to walk in the door without any abnormality, and stand still in front of Mr. Principal's desk.

He squeezed the knuckles of his left hand with his right hand, trying not to sound too strange when he spoke.

But he didn't wait for the opportunity to speak.

"That's him?" The cold man's voice was also cold.

Mr. Principal nodded with his usual kind smile.

The blond man took off a necklace from his neck. The pendant of the necklace was a sun. He approached Riemann and said something in his mouth. For a moment, a warm and bright light enveloped Riemann, covering his whole body. People wrapped up.

Riemann was horrified.

That ball of light...how should I describe it? Man could "touch" that light, he was enveloped in substance, warm and soft to the touch, but it made his heart feel cold, and he could even feel the light penetrating into his body, this kind of It felt weird, but that's how he felt - he was being penetrated by a ball of light.

When the ray of light dissipated, Riemann relaxed, took a breath, and almost couldn't stand still. He realized that he seemed to be clenched by a pair of giant hands just because his mind was so tense. So now I only notice it when my whole body relaxes.

The blond man in the moon white robe withdrew the light, and shook his head at Mr. Principal: "No."

"No trace of magic."

The principal showed a large and kind smile: "Haha, let me just say, how could there be a mage in our Rhodes College, Mr. Father, you have worked hard."

"It is our duty to wipe out the magicians from this land, there is no such thing as hard work."

"Yeah, yum, I'm vulgar." Mr. Principal changed his words politely while stroking his white beard.

The man in the moon white robe made a strange salute.

"May the light protect Urang."

He dropped this sentence and left.

Leaving a Riemann covered in cold sweat.

He finally realized that Fatty was not just suing the teacher, but reporting himself as a wizard.Thinking of the unconditional persecution of all suspected supernatural power possessors in the Middle Ages in the previous life, Riemann couldn't hold back a chill down his back...

Countless texts...pictures...research...videos...all of the texts...pictures...research...videos...all of the texts he had seen related to witch hunting in the Middle Ages flashed before his eyes, and finally they were frozen on the stake.

He seemed to see a raging fire burning his eyelids.

He squeezed his knuckles tightly to keep his heart from popping out of his chest, and he managed to stop his breathing from being so rapid.

He showed a pure, confused look: "Mr. Principal... what magician?"

He took half a step back in horror: "Are there any magicians in our school?"

Mr. Principal patted him on the shoulder kindly: "Don't worry, Mr. Riemann, it's just a small misunderstanding...Mr. Polo mistook you for a mage, now it's all right, the misunderstanding has been resolved, and you two will get along with each other." All right."

Riemann showed a horrified expression: "Why... mage... how could it be, how could I be a mage..."

Then there was a look of sudden realization: "Ah! I see, I played a street trick for Mr. Polo this afternoon...It must be like this that Mr. Polo misunderstood...It's all my fault. How can the tricks of the poor be played in front of the noble young master... It really frightened Mr. Polo... I'm so sorry."

He turned to look at little Polo with a sincere and apologetic face, but saw a face distorted in horror.