The days of learning black magic in another world

After a dinner where everything is fake except the food is real.

Riemann was thinking in the room Mrs. Furina arranged for him.

Think about how to change the status quo.

The Iserveld family was willing to offer him the status of the son of an earl, and he was happy to accept it, but this unknown title of marquis made them want him to be their heir...

Riemann had a headache.

His goal was clear from beginning to end—the marginalized child in the Earl's family.

Now that the plan has been completely disrupted, he has to think about how to break it back.

Count Iserveld.

Riemann felt that if there was a breakthrough in this unlucky family, it should be the Earl.

Mrs. Marianne should not be too partial to his eldest son who appeared out of nowhere, and she still favored him for no reason and unconditionally. She put her son who had been with her for more than ten years in the latter position, while Mrs. Frena Because of the title of marquis, his attitude towards him is also a 180-degree turn, and he is definitely not going to give up if he is not tricked into being the heir.

Only Earl Iserveld still has a mild dislike for him--what a consistent man!

Riemann decided to find a time to "negotiate" with the earl to see if there was a chance to exchange the right of inheritance for a marginal position.

This is really... a daunting task, and even Riemann felt a little helpless.

But this is already the most likely way to achieve it. If you go to Mrs. Freina and tell her, let alone that the other party will never agree, even if she agrees to give up her inheritance rights, then she will completely lose her value in her eyes. Why? There may still be room for bargaining.

Now he can only hope that the Earl and Mrs. Frenner are not of the same mind, and he is not very interested in the title of Marquis that is destined to only fall on Riemann himself, so he can barely negotiate with the Marquis, and draw a line that the Earl belongs to. The false name of little effort comes back.

Alas... But in fact, this is only relatively feasible, and the actual probability of success is not high. No matter how I think about it, I have only two ways to go, either go back to Iserveld, accept the status of heir by the way, and get along with everyone politely and hypocritically , or throw away this whole identity and accept the invitation of Queen Sidney to see if there are new opportunities in the new map.

For a moment, Riemann felt that the whole person was not well.

How did things become the way they are today...

As if sensing Riemann's headache, there were a few light knocks outside the door, and then the maid said in a soft voice: "Master Riemann, drink some tea to digest your stomach."

Riemann opened the door a crack and looked at the silver plate in the maid's hand, on which was a cup of tea, which was clear and strong.

"May I ask who sent this to you?"

The maid froze for a moment: "It's Mr. Earl."

Riemann: ...

No way, Mr. Earl, don't betray your position... Riemann instantly felt that his future was even more bleak.

He took the silver tray in the hands of the maid and returned to the room. He was indeed a little thirsty—I don’t know what happened to today’s dinner. It was all heavy oily meat. Riemann felt like drinking water when he ate half of it. Not only is there no soup on the table, even the Dengdeng fruit from last time is gone...

Riemann picked up his teacup and took a big sip.

[Negative status: poisoning (delayed outbreak), the next time you sleep, it will cause 10000 points of poison damage]

Riemann was startled.

poison?

He flipped his right hand, and [Insight of the World] appeared in his hand. He put on the magic robe, and quickly activated the [Healing Technique that has nothing to do with God]. A black light entered his body. The debuff also disappears.

Riemann cast his eyes on the half cup of tea on the table that was not completely cooled.

Someone poisoned him?

Could it be his cheap brother?Riemann frowned tightly. In terms of motivation, Albert Iserveld was indeed the most motivated person to attack him.

But Riemann always felt that something was wrong, and a feeling of uneasiness gradually spread in his heart.

This huge mansion seemed to suddenly show its gloomy side, which made Riemann feel like he was going to be swallowed.

The feeling of uneasiness intensified, and his heart began to pound so clearly that he could hear it in his ears. Riemann stood up suddenly—no, he wanted to leave.

He felt that he could never ignore this kind of intuitive warning.

And no matter who wants to harm him, sleeping in someone else's home court for one night, this kind of thing...

Riemann didn't take off his magic robe, but just covered it with appearance. Although others may be confused why he changed his clothes after entering the room to rest, he can't take it off now.

In addition to the magic robe, he also took out other equipment and put them on one by one before walking out the door.

"What, Master Riemann, are you going back? Oh, please wait a moment, the lady and the master will be there soon."

Riemann was anxious and impatient, wishing to leave this place immediately, but with a calm and even a shy smile on his face, he seemed to be patiently waiting to say goodbye to the owners of the mansion.

"Oh my little Riemann! Why are you leaving now? Didn't you say that you can stay for one night? I was thinking about asking Bernard to take you to the racecourse tomorrow to relax!"

Riemann glanced at Mrs. Furina's fake and exaggerated smile, with an eager and sincere confusion on his face.

Will it be her?

Mrs. Marianne followed behind Mrs. Furina, looking at Riemann with some expectation.

Will it be her?

Everyone in the Iserveld family has the conditions to attack him. Who knows if their superficial friendly attitude is true or not, and who knows whether he will maximize his benefits when he dies?

Riemann smiled and pointed to the "Mathematics" in his coat pocket: "Sorry, I just read a paper, I am very inspired now, but I can't remember some information, I want to go back to the Duke's mansion to check in the study, I'm sorry, I'm really afraid that the inspiration will disappear after a while, so I can't wait..."

Marianne's eyes lit up: "Oh! Riemann, my child, are you inspired again? This is really... really great! Then go back soon!"

After she finished speaking the last sentence, she suddenly realized that this might not be a speech that would satisfy Madam Furina. She glanced at Madam Furina in panic, but she did not lower her head subconsciously as usual, but was somewhat stubborn. She raised her head up and conveyed her expectations to Riemann.

Riemann stared closely at her every movement, expression, and the other party's wish that he would go back to write the paper did not seem to be fake.

When Mrs. Frenna turned to Riemann again, she had a very kind smile on her face: "It turns out that it is like this... In fact, the study of the Iserveld family is not much worse than the Duke's mansion. I still have this confidence .”

Riemann shook his head slowly: "Of course I believe in the background of the Iserveld family, but I am in a hurry to use it now, so it is better to choose the place I am most familiar with."

"It turns out that's the case. After you finish writing your thesis, why don't you stay for a few more nights. It's time to get close to our relatives."

Riemann: "I will definitely."

Riemann raised his head and showed a pure smile. From this angle, he could just see someone looking at him resentfully at the corner of the stairs. It was his cheap brother, Albert Iserveld.

is it him?

There was actually another person upstairs, and the count put one hand on the railing on the second floor, watching him and Mrs. Frenner bid farewell to Mrs. Marianne indifferently.

His eyes were always indifferent.

Is it the Earl?

Riemann smiled and looked back from the corner of his eye, as if from the very beginning, he just looked up at Mrs. Furina with a simple smile and admiration.

It wasn't until the carriage drove into the main street that the shady feeling attached to the bones gradually dissipated.

But Riemann did not breathe a sigh of relief, his brows were still tightly locked.

In terms of motive, the most likely person to attack him is Albert Iserveld. Although the method is simple and rough, and once he dies, he is the biggest suspect, but as long as he is dead, he is Iserveld. The only choice for the Wilder family, what is lost can be easily regained, so what's the point of bearing some bad reputation for this.

But that's just an extrapolation from the information he has.

Although the others had no reason to kill him on the surface, who knows what happened layer by layer behind the scenes.

Mrs. Marianne has been so warm and weird from the beginning, it is understandable to feel sorry for her long-lost child, but Albert Iserveld is the child she has been with for nearly ten years. Her attitude towards herself is so good that it is a little scary .

And Earl Iserveld, whom he couldn't see through from the beginning.

Unlike Lady Marianne, he never showed any excitement about his long-lost eldest son from the beginning.Riemann also thought at the time, could he be the product of Mrs. Marian giving the earl a green hat?But he did not stop Mrs. Marianne from her subsequent confession. If the count loves the countess badly and is unwilling to expose her lies, then it is still true. Mrs. An's attitude is obviously numb, and there is no possibility of enduring grievances for love.In other words, his body should really be the earl's son, so the earl's attitude is... worth thinking about.

As for Mrs. Fryner, this old lady who hated him from the very beginning may be the one who wants him to live the most at present.

Amidst the sound of the tramping carriage, Riemann's thoughts spread quickly, but before he figured out why, the regular sound of horseshoes in his ears stopped abruptly—the Duke's mansion has arrived.

Riemann jumped out of the car and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Duke's Mansion was not entirely his own safe house, it was at least much better than Iserveldga's mansion.

That night, Riemann did not sleep soundly.

In other words, he didn't sleep at all. He searched the system's skill list for a long time, but he couldn't find a magic that could bring good luck and avoid evil. In fact, Riemann discovered a strange thing after thoroughly looking through the skill list this time. The thing is, among those skills that seem to be extremely numerous, there are no narrowly defined predictive or divination skills. The only thing that is similar is the tracking skill, which is similar to the role of a police dog. When you have related items of the person or thing you are looking for, The general direction of the other party can be judged through the crystal. In addition, the crystal ball divination of witches in Riemann's impression does not exist at all.