The days of learning black magic in another world

little duke.

Riemann suddenly thought that the little duke should know the true identity of the cursed mage.

He immediately put down his pen and walked downstairs.

……

Rocco Fernandi was enjoying his rare lazy time. Riemann's school started, and Riemann's attendant, who didn't know his name, was notified that the church had a letter from him and Riemann, so he left half an hour ago.

As soon as that unknown Di walked away, Rocco Fernandi threw away the dumbbell in his hand, threw himself on the sofa, called the servants to bring him tea, water, and fruit, and squeezed his shoulders, legs, and back.

This is what a dignified little duke should do!

"Tap." "Tap."

Roc Fernandi had just bitten a piece of fruit when the familiar footsteps made him prick up his ears. He swished towards the stairs and saw the familiar black figure.

"Why are you at home?!"

Riemann smiled gently: "I'm taking a lunch break."

Rocco Fernandi clearly felt that his hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, and the back of his neck was breathing cold air.

He suddenly jumped off the sofa and pushed away the servants who were serving him tea and water: "You guys! What are you doing?! I told you I don't rest! Get out of here!"

The servants were not shocked by his sudden turn of events, they hurriedly packed up their things and left.

Riemann smiled at him: "Don't be nervous, it's normal to take a break once in a while, and I won't eat you again."

Rock Fernandi heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately puffed up his chest: "It's good that you know! My handsome little prince, I can't be busy all day like those stupid servants, since you are going back to Iserville soon Dejia, you should also learn some noble etiquette, leisurely drinking afternoon tea is the elegance of a nobleman, don't stay all day long..."

Riemann: "..."

What does it mean to be bright when given a little sunshine? He shouldn't give the little duke any good looks.

"Okay, shut up, I have something to ask you."

"Who was that... person who asked you to take me into the woods before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rocco Fernandi's face instantly turned pale, and it seemed that the flame from hell appeared before his eyes again.

In the black flames, the powerful magician - Viscount Linton turned into ashes, leaving no trace of his existence...

Ahhhhh! !! !!

Why did Riemann suddenly mention that person, was he warning himself? !

help... help...

Seeing that Rocco Fernandi trembled for a long time without saying a word, Riemann asked in confusion, "Don't you know who he is? How dare you agree to be his student?"

Rock Fernandi choked: "Of course I know his identity! He is Viscount Linton!"

Riemann tapped his chin with his fingers: "Do you know where he lives?"

Rocco Fernandi looked at him with a devilish gaze: "You, why are you so cruel!"

Riemann: "... Huh?"

Rock Fernandi: "Even if he... provoked you, but his family is innocent, there is no need to do such a terrible thing..."

His voice became smaller and smaller under Riemann's gaze, and finally he simply changed the tone: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with it at all. Cutting grass and roots is the way for nobles to survive. Well, I support your decision unconditionally."

Riemann: ...

Very well, the little duke's three views will continue to be improved.

"What are you thinking? I'm just curious if he left traces that can trace you and me."

Rocco Fernandi stood up abruptly: "You are right!"

He yelled, "Housekeeper!"

The butler in a neat dress appeared out of the door without knowing it: "Your Excellency, do you have any orders?"

"The Viscount Linton who came to visit before, do you have any impression of him?"

"Yes, sir."

"I've never heard of the surname Linton, go check where he lived before."

"Your Excellency, the Marquis of Linton is indeed not from Wangcheng. He was born in Pres County. He came to Wangcheng for a study tour five years ago and became the teacher of Todd Wendis, the only son of the Wendis family. He took him with him when he left Wangcheng. I just came back recently, because he doesn't have a house in Wangcheng, so he is temporarily staying at Wendis's house."

"By the way, the only son of the Wendis family has been missing for almost a month."

Rocco Fernandi frowned—disappeared?

He suddenly felt a little scared, maybe he should be glad that the other party died in the hands of Riemann, otherwise how would he know that he would not disappear inexplicably like that Todd Wendys?

Riemann was also lost in thought—disappeared?

The student who cursed the mage... huh?It can't be such a coincidence, could it be the one he met in the black market at the beginning?

His face became weird, so the two cursed mages he killed back and forth were actually masters and apprentices?No wonder the moves are almost exactly the same...

Rock Fernandi: "Come on, let's go to Wendy's house."

Riemann froze for a moment: "Do you know anyone from the Wendis family?"

Rock Fernandi frowned in disgust: "Huh? How could I know such a family that has no sense of existence."

Riemann: "...then why do you come to the door like this?"

Little Duke: "I, His Excellency Rocco Fernandi, is going to visit them, shouldn't they welcome me with bitter tears?"

Riemann: ……………

Starting tomorrow, let's strengthen our ideological remolding.

……

Let’s not mention how Riemann and the young duke boarded the carriage to Wendis’s house together, and how they confiscated Viscount Linton’s relics at Wendis’s house.

When night finally fell, the attic of the Chester family ushered in another uninvited guest of the day.

After a strange rumbling sound, a black figure appeared out of thin air on the flat wall of the attic.

It was a man in a black robe.

He stretched out his right hand, and the swirling dust of his presence vibrated in the air.

"Ok?"

As the dust fell, the person in the black robe made a confused sound.

"What about things?"

He took out a citrine pendant from his pocket, murmured something, and then the citrine fell from his hand, but he didn't point out the direction of the disappearing monster for himself as he imagined.

There is only one possibility—someone is there first and takes that space beast as his own.

The man in black gave a dissatisfied "tsk" sound. It took him less than a day from hearing the strange situation of Chester's house to making a judgment to the real invasion, and someone moved faster than him...

But he was dissatisfied. Since the space beast had become someone else's possession, and his half-baked divination technique could not track the other party's traces, he could only admit that he was inferior to others.

There was another muffled rumble, and the man in black disappeared from the wall.

When he reappeared, it was in a place that Riemann would feel very familiar with, because he had just been here last weekend-the residence of the Iserveld family.

The man in black took off his hood and robe, threw them into the closet, and sat down.

"Boom." "Boom."

"master."

"Come in."

"Letter from Battery County."

Bernard Iserveld's hand paused for a moment, but he still took the letter from the butler calmly.

"Go out."

"Yes, sir."

Bernard Iserveld has the same black hair and black eyes as Riemann. If there is any difference in the faces of the father and son, it is probably that Riemann's outline is softer, and he looks more handsome than handsome. It is suitable to be called handsome, as for the reason... Maybe it is because Riemann is too young, or maybe he inherited a part of Marianne's outline, of course, it may also be caused by his own gentle temperament.

Bernard Iserveld opened the envelope, shook the paper inside, and slowly unfolded it.

"Iserveld!"

"Do you know how much public opinion pressure I have been under recently?"

"Everybody, everybody, literally everybody is saying I killed your and Marianne's only son out of jealousy."

"Maybe you don't care about these public opinions... Nonsense! Of course you don't care! You're not like me, and now you have to be judged whenever you go out."

"Iserveld, don't forget that you asked me to get rid of this child."

"The reason why I agree with you to deceive Marianne with that kind of lie is because I don't want the relationship between your husband and wife to be irreversibly damaged."

"If I had known that my good intentions would bring me such consequences today, I would never agree with you telling Marianne that I took your child and threw him away."

"Iserveld, you must find a way to save my reputation, otherwise, I have no obligation to keep the matter a secret for you."

Earl Bernard Iserveld finished reading the letter, his usual cold face showed no superfluous expressions, and placed the paper on the candlelight.

Flames quickly devoured the thin sheet of paper.

"How naive... Who would believe your words, that a father wants to murder his own son?"

"They will only think that it is your desperate struggle and slander."

……

"Why are you digging through these things? Burn them all to avoid future troubles."

Riemann raised his head from the "relic" of Viscount Linton, and looked again at Locke Fernandi who said this.

How should I put it... This guy is indeed a typical young nobleman, innocent and cruel at the same time, fully aware of the enormous power and privileges he possesses.

Riemann recalled what had just happened at Wendy's mansion.

The little duke, who came to the door in an unfriendly manner for no reason, asked angrily before Mr. and Mrs. Wendis could say a word:

"It's you, harboring the assassin who tried to assassinate me?!"

Mrs. Wendis, who was still somewhat dissatisfied, immediately paled: "Your Excellency, the young duke must have misunderstood! What assassin? We don't know at all!"

Locke Fernandi maintained an angry manner: "How could you not know?! It's that Linton or something, don't you have a good relationship with him? You even entrusted your own son to him as a student. Am I stupid?!"

Now Mrs. Wendy's face was completely pale, not only because of Rock Fernandi's words, but also because ... Viscount Linton ... disappeared after Todd disappeared.

Great fear seized the hearts of Mrs. Wendis and Mr. Wendis, so they did not raise any doubts or objections to the young duke's request to check the place where Viscount Linton lived and take away all the evidence. .