The days of learning black magic in another world

This made Riemann's original plan come to nothing.

He originally wanted to forcefully vacate a skill slot, and find a skill like "Danger Warning" or "Fortune Divination", so that he could avoid such sudden poisoning in advance next time.

But since there is no magic method to use, it is barely acceptable to carry silver needles with you to test poison in the future.

Wait... Riemann was suddenly a little strange. He spent so much time, first escaped from Iserveld's house, and then stayed up in the middle of the night to browse through the skill list for two hours, and almost missed the skills he could learn. I knew it all by heart—could it be for a poisoning incident?

It stands to reason that with Riemann's current strength, it is difficult for non-magical means to cause fatal damage to him. His blood bar is higher than most normal humans. Even if the general fatal injury is sudden, it is difficult to make him If you can't respond, add blood.

As for toxins, he has a debuff display mechanism and dispelling skills. After raising his vigilance this time, he will also test the things at the entrance before eating and drinking. The chance of falling again is very small.

As for magic means, with his current strength, although he doesn't know the level of most of the magicians in the wild, but judging by the arrogance of Viscount Linton and Mrs. Bartley, their level should be considered good. Well, I shouldn't be too good at losing against ordinary magicians. As for going to the enemy to trouble him, he won't do it.

As for the Holy See, he has now completed his original goal of "becoming a respectable person"-a rookie in mathematics, whether he inherits the Iserveld family or accepts the invitation of Queen Sidney, he is already a certain nobleman. The Holy See can no longer inspect him casually like it did back then.

Most importantly, he has a dozen teleportation scrolls in his backpack.

Even if he really met a powerful mage, even if his identity was revealed and the Holy See hunted him down, as long as the scroll was torn—he could go to the line of exile—of course it would be better not to leave... He didn't want to give up the identity he had worked so hard to create.

In other words, no matter where the threat came from, he shouldn't be so disturbed.

But he couldn't ignore the tingling intuition at the back of his neck, there must be... there must be something else he hadn't considered.

Under this extreme anxiety and anxiety, Riemann only squinted for a while in a daze, and it was dawn.

Today was Saturday, he didn't have to go to Springs Academy, he rubbed his aching temples from lack of sleep, and went downstairs to have breakfast with the Duke and the Little Duke.

"My lord, there are visitors. They are the Earl of Iserveld, the Countess, and the previous Countess."

Riemann's hand holding the newspaper froze.

Duke Fernandi looked at him in surprise: "Ah! Did you come to see you, Little Riemann?"

Riemann put on a natural smile: "Well, it should be."

"It seems that the Iserveld family attaches great importance to you! That's great. When I read the newspaper yesterday morning, I frowned when I saw Earl Iserveld announce that he had no relationship with you. It's too shameful. If there are any family matters that cannot be resolved in private, they have to be brought up on paper. Fortunately, within an hour, the Wangcheng Daily issued a reissue, indicating that the previous announcement by Earl Iserveld was completely a temporary worker's omission. This led to a complete change in the meaning of the announcement. Alas, the Wangcheng Daily is also in decline. How can a temporary worker be allowed to register an announcement to be issued by an earl? But judging by the remedial attitude of the Iserveld family, they still pay more attention to you Yes, yes, young talents like you, Little Riemann, are the ones who picked up the treasure!"

Riemann listened stiffly to a series of nagging from His Excellency the Duke.

When His Excellency the Duke stopped talking, picked up the tea on the side and began to moisten his throat, there were a few footsteps from the direction on Riemann's left.

He raised his head and met the eyes of the Earl, Mrs. Marianne, and Mrs. Frena.

At that moment, the earl frowned almost imperceptibly, and Riemann would rather call it confusion mixed with surprise than disgust.

Could it be his poison?

Otherwise, why did he have that "why are you still alive" expression on his face?

Of course, what Riemann said is a bit exaggerated. Except for Riemann, who is full of vigilance and can't wait to analyze everyone's expressions frame by frame, in the eyes of others, the earl's stone-like cold and stinky face is not at all. Nothing happens.

However, considering the characteristics of the debuff - the first time after taking it, it exploded after falling asleep, and considering the Earl's always withdrawn and indifferent character, as well as his dislike for him, he actually came with Mrs. Frena and Mrs. Marianne this morning. Looking for him, it is hard not to suspect that this is to see his death.

In the next ten minutes, Mrs. Ferina and Mr. Duke exchanged some pleasantries, and Riemann was only responsible for raising his head and smiling shyly from time to time during the meal break.

By the way, think differently if it was Earl Iserveld who poisoned him, how would he threaten him next?

He is a magician?

Or did he denounce himself to the Holy See?

But how was he exposed?At present, the only person who knows his identity is Rocco Fernandi. The problem came from him, and the earl was obviously not friendly to him from the beginning. in time to do...

After about ten minutes of nonsense, Mrs. Furina revealed her intentions—they came to invite Riemann to play at the racecourse.

Riemann smiled apologetically: "Ah...my paper is only half written..."

He was going to use last night's excuse again.

Mrs. Frenner helped him too enthusiastically: "Oh, my dear little Riemann, going to the racecourse does not mean that you have to be on the horse all the time. You can bring the materials with your paper! You can go to the horse after writing for a while." Play for a while, combine work and rest!"

Duke Fernandi nodded approvingly: "Indeed, little Riemann, you are too hardworking. Occasionally, you have to let your mind relax and exercise your body instead."

They have said everything, and Riemann has no undoubted reason to refuse Mrs. Frena who is absolutely going to pull him away for a while.

He took a deep breath. If there was real danger, he should investigate and face it. If it was another threat that could escape, it would be fine. The Iserveld family is not only his relatives in name, but also The only way he had to go to the Magic Academy, he had to face this threat.

Riemann raised his head and smiled: "Okay, then I'll go back to my room and pack my things."

He hasn't taken off his magic robe since he came back last night, but he took off his weapon after getting up, because it's a bit strange to go to breakfast in black gloves.

After returning to the room, Riemann put on the [Gift of Mithril], checked whether his equipment was normal, and finally put the odds and ends into his backpack. It can be said that he had prepared for the worst. — That is, if you have to, just run away.

In the end, I picked up a book that was meaningless and just pretended to prove that I really came back last night looking for a reference book. I took out a few pieces of paper from the table, wrote some ideas on it, and put it in the book. Riemann just walked downstairs.

There was only one carriage, and the space was relatively spacious. Riemann and Mrs. Frenner sat opposite the Earl and Mrs. Marianne.

If the person who poisoned him last night was the Earl, then the other party probably wanted to solve him quietly, otherwise he would not use poison, but also use such a roundabout way of poison. Worried that the other party will suddenly attack.

Sure enough, they arrived at the horse farm in the outskirts all the way smoothly.

Riemann got on the horse safely, got off the horse, wrote a thesis for a while next to the cabin, and had lunch with everyone in Iserveld. Halfway through the lunch, the count suddenly spoke:

"I'll take you hunting in the forest in the afternoon."

The eyes of Mrs. Frenner and Mrs. Marianne's eyes flashed with surprise—good thing!Is Bernard finally going to take the kid?

Riemann raised his head and looked at the "forest" that the earl said.

There are several hills next to the horse farm, and the hills are densely covered with shrubs and trees. Although Mrs. Marianne and Mrs. Frena also got on the horses and played for a while, they still sat in the hut and drank tea most of the time. From the looks of it, the hills were about hundreds of meters away from them, and they couldn't see or hear what happened.

And according to his inquiring and understanding of these nobles' preferences some time ago, in this kind of private hunting ground, if the owner is interested in hunting for novelties, there are all kinds of ferocious animals, although most of them are too hungry to have strength or have been crippled by grinding their teeth. Legs, but it's not like there's no news about the nobleman hunting himself down.

Riemann put on the black gloves on the side slowly: "Okay."

After eating, the superficial father and son, who had their own thoughts, mounted their horses, took their bows and arrows, and headed towards the dense forest together.

With a bang, the count shot a rabbit passing by.

Riemann applauded politely.

The count glanced at him, and shot another arrow, an unknown beast about half the size of a tiger was shot in the hind leg.

"Now it can't run fast, try to hit its vitals, this is your prey now."

Riemann waved his hands again and again: "I'm not good at archery..."

Seemingly knowing that he would answer this way, the Earl suggested patiently: "Practice from a close distance. You can catch up with it first, and then try to shoot it. The closer you are, the better."

Riemann nodded with a smile. For a while, the two of them really had a taste of fatherly kindness and filial piety.

Riemann pulled up the reins and rode his horse forward.

The earl behind him narrowed his eyes, and moved his fingers the moment Riemann drew his bow.

"put!"

Riemann, who seemed to be concentrating on aiming at the prey in front of him, turned around suddenly. The moment he turned around, he had already pinched a white cat in his hand.

Xiaobai has already been conditioned by him, and when he heard the word "release", he subconsciously released "space chaos" to the open space in front of him.

At the same time, Riemann focused on three purposes. While ordering the cat, he activated the [Gaze of the Night] on the magic robe, neither of which required him to cast spells himself, so he also took the time to put a [vine Winding].

However, perhaps this event is destined to be beyond his control.

The earl, who has been released three skills in a row, is currently trapped in a pile of vines, and the space around him has also been chaotically cut into countless pieces.

The enemy seemed to have put their hands down, but Riemann opened his eyes wide.

"Are you a magician too?"

As the earl's cold voice sounded, Riemann's heart also cooled down.

[Gaze at the Night] The first miss, Riemann looked at the huge [lv.35] on the earl's head after the war started, and guessed that maybe this was the reason, he crossed a whole level, hell.

To make matters worse, the soil under his feet shook violently, frantically rushing in two directions.

The first direction is the earl himself, like endless soil rushing into the chaotic space, after a while, the white cat's nirvana was released - Riemann's pupils shrank, so this skill is load cap?

The second direction is to rush towards Riemann.

And the period from Riemann's turning back to the chaotic space shattering was only a second.

escape!run away! !

There was a voice in Riemann's mind screaming crazily.

He immediately gave up the combo he had prepared, but tore up the teleportation scroll that he had prepared in his hand before turning around.

In the clearing in the forest, the young man who was about to be submerged in the mud and suffocated to death suddenly disappeared.

Earl Iserveld, who had broken free from those two little tricks, walked to the place where Riemann disappeared and frowned.