The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann's panic and nervous emotions were dispelled for a moment by the expression on Polo's face.

A familiar feeling of speechlessness welled up in my heart.

He really wants to go crazy - am I the one to be charged with such an accusation? !Why do you have an expression on your face that you are going to be burned to death in a second!

He didn't understand little Polo's current mood - little Polo was almost scared to death by him.

When Little Polo walked into the principal's office in Riemann, he was so excited that he almost couldn't hold the teacup firmly, so he almost shouted: "It's him! It's him!"

Seeing the holy light sent down by the priest sent by the Holy See, he hastily bowed his head to pray, but he couldn't restrain the elation and joy in his heart. However, how proud he was when he lowered his head, and how frightened he was when he raised his head—this devil!How is this devil unscathed! !

Could it be... Could it be? !Could it be that he is already strong enough to ignore the holy light of the God of Light? !

Little Polo was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He is finished... He is absolutely finished... This kind of great magician who is even capable of escaping from the sanction of the Holy Light, what did he do!

He actually yelled at such a great magician, and even asked Joyce and the others to tie him to the toilet. After the great magician let him die in large numbers, he actually came to inform the Holy See, he... ...he...he is absolutely dead!

look!He looked over!

This threatening look, the disdainful smile, it's over!His little Polo is going to die today!

Riemann: "..."

"Oh, is that so, is that so, Mr. Polo?" The principal with a white beard looked at Fatty curiously, "I'm really curious what kind of trick scares our little Mr. Polo like this."

Xiaopang swallowed, and it took him a long time to convert the principal's words into understandable meanings in his mind. His rusty brain turned around with difficulty under the gaze of the two, and he was also angry. The rusty oral bones struggled to reassemble the appearance of being able to speak: "Ah! Trick! Yes yes yes... yes, it is a trick!"

right!It's a trick!This demon is what it says!woo woo...

The headmaster reminded him patiently: "What kind of trick?"

Fatty is stuck again, what can be said and what can't be said... The devil didn't collude with him in advance...

"Actually, it's just a trick." Riemann couldn't stand it any longer, and said with a pitiful look, "If you don't mind, Mr. Principal, I can show it to you right now..."

The principal touched his white beard: "Oh? Of course I'm very interested in this."

Riemann carefully took out the black cloth strip in his pocket, the one from Little Polo, which undoubtedly made Little Polo tremble again.

"Look at my hand, it looks like I've tied this strip of cloth in a knot, but actually...see—"

"I just flipped it over in this place and pulled it off and it fell apart and it looked like a knot was undone with a tug, it was just a trick."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his hands obediently, and stood up in fear.

Little Polo felt that he had received a hint!He immediately continued: "That's right! That's right! That's it! That's it! It scared me at the time... So it's like this... It's my fault... Uh, this classmate!"

--Help!From last night to today, why can't he remember to ask this devil's name? !

Fortunately, the devil didn't seem to mind, and gave him an approving look.

The principal's eyes turned between the two of them, and finally he smiled heartily: "So that's the case, it seems that the misunderstanding between the two of you has been resolved, then go back, good night Mr. Polo, good night Joey Mr. Si, good night..."

Riemann answered thoughtfully: "My name is Riemann, sir."

"Haha, good night, Mr. Riemann."

Stepping out of the door of the principal's office, Riemann breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked.

While thinking, he was walking back to the dormitory, not noticing that there were two quail-like people following behind him.

Holy See... magician...

No matter what kind of world this is, how different it is from the original world, it seems to be an established rule for the Holy See to exterminate the heretics, and...he thought of the "Holy Light", this is actually a world with truly extraordinary power Well...then the Holy See must spare no effort in attacking the rest of the forces.

Thinking about it now, even if he really had nothing to do with magic in the first place, he was really lucky this time... The meeting with the Holy See seemed to open the memory box of the original owner. In the memory of the original owner, he was accused of being The Sorcerer is the scariest, most terrifying, and most inescapable charge.

"I'm not a magician! I'm not!"

"Why aren't you a magician?! Everyone saw it. A needle was inserted into your blood vessel, and the blood that flowed out immediately turned black! You are a magician! And you are an evil black magician!"

"Yes! Yes! Burn him! Burn him!"

"..."

The cruel and ignorant trial, the grand execution or the carnival made Riemann, who had dug up this memory, terrified.

In his memory, the person who was accused of being a magician did not wait for the trial of the Holy Light, but was burned to death on the stake. The only difference between him and that person may be that the other party is a pure poor, not worthy of seeing the Holy See. My lord, and he is a freshman at Rhodes College, so he has the slightest right not to be wronged.

It is also fortunate that the priest who came to judge him looked very stern and selfless, with indifference written on the left face and justice written on the right face, if it was a...

He shook his head, shaking off the remaining thoughts.All in all, there are many dangers hidden in this world, neither the world with good law and order in the previous life, nor the world of games—yes, he has to admit, maybe because the matter of time travel itself is very surreal, or maybe because he The game system in his mind helped him step out of the first step into Rhodes College. Even if all the perceptions of this world are very real to him, he still does not have the real sense of this real world.

This undoubtedly brought a touch of frivolity and imprudence to his behavior, just a little, but it was enough for him to be sent to the gallows.On the way back to the dormitory, he carefully calculated in his mind what he had done since time travel, every bit by bit, without missing a single thing.

After realizing that he might lose his life here at any time, a wonderful feeling arose—how should I describe it?It seemed that his soul and this body were finally inlaid together seamlessly.

He let out a long breath, and stroked the railing of the stairs with his palms, the marble showed a icy texture under his hands, but this is not the point, the point is that he felt that his sense of touch seemed to be more vivid, as if the world around him had been lifted away She took off a thin layer of plastic film, and finally fully revealed herself to him.

He smiled.

No, he can't be happy yet, he must keep in mind today's fear.

The only reason why he is luckier than the person who was burned to death in memory is that he became a student of Rhodes College, but students of Rhodes College are not a panacea. In this power-based world, his embarrassing identity may be involved at any time. Stranger things then die, so, sure enough, still need to be a person with status.right!Mathematicians!A mathematician is very good. I hope that integrals have not appeared in this world. What he can ensure that he is completely sure is calculus. No matter how difficult it is, it may be a bit strenuous...

Little Polo and Joyce behind him watched him immersed in his own world, touched the stairs for a while, suddenly laughed for a while, and suddenly changed his face after laughing for a while, frowning, the two were trembling with fright, and getting closer , When the two people who fell behind Riemann finally walked into the dormitory, the two of them were almost crying.

Riemann was immersed in his own thoughts, took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, and when he turned around, he saw two people huddled together.

He blinked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

He originally thought that these two should have some regular entertainment gathering among the nobles, and that they would not go back to the dormitory with him, so he was very surprised to see them when he turned around.But little Polo's legs went limp—it's over, it's over... Does this devil think they're an eyesore?But, but...

"Here, this is also my dormitory..."

He uttered a word aggrieved.

Riemann's eyes were blank, and he always felt that what he answered was not the same as what he wanted to ask, but he didn't bother to care about it anymore. He thought about it all the way on the way back. The only thing he can do now is to protect himself in the future The business of capital is to learn the language of this world as soon as possible, and then understand how far the mathematics of this world has developed as soon as possible. It is best not to have points. If he has it, he will have to struggle to recall what he learned back then...

Thinking of this, he couldn't stand anymore, and regardless of what the other two people were thinking, he began to pick up the basic textbook of Sydney and read it again.