The days of learning black magic in another world

Some people may still remember that Riemann used the test paper to judge the mathematical system of this different world during the Springs entrance examination.

To put it simply, it is similar to the earth, a typical pre-calculus mathematical system.

Before calculus, mathematics was static, not dynamic.

Calculus allows motion to be calculated and predicted, and it is a truly epoch-making theory.

People before calculus will probably feel very headache about the concept of acceleration.

So perhaps Riemann shouldn't be too surprised by his current state.

When the soil enough to suffocate him instantly pressed against him, Riemann did not tear the teleportation scroll in his hand.

Instead, he quickly outlined a "classic example" in his mind, and then covered it with magic power.

So far, the world is still normal, although this corner of the dark forest has been made a bit dilapidated by him and the count.

In the next second, things were out of Riemann's control.

When Riemann tried to take shape of the magic created by calculus, the surrounding vegetation and animals that had been silted by the earl became more... finely divided, as if they had been repeatedly weathered.

As for the earl, his black hair turned white in an instant, his handsome face was wrinkled, his exposed hands became dry, his fleshiness receded, and he was as thin as a stick.

Riemann himself was not much better. At the moment the magic was released, his blue bar was emptied, and then his blood bar began to decrease at a rate of 20% every half second.

He tried to stop.

While squeezing the time to activate the [healing technique that has nothing to do with gods], he drank another bottle of blue medicine, and released the [resurrection] at the moment when the blue was not absorbed by the magic.

Four seconds later, the magic was forcibly terminated by Riemann.

Panting heavily, he fell from the air, and he was half lying on the ground with potholes and cracks, but the earl did not attack him, because the earl had become an old man with withered magic power and atrophied muscles.

Riemann also paid the price. His entire right hand looked the same as the Earl's hand, dry, skinny, and wrinkled. He released [Resuscitation] again, but his right hand remained unchanged.

He stood up and looked at the count: "I have a few questions for you."

"Your Excellency, please don't act rashly. I'm afraid your current body cannot withstand any small attack."

The count looked up at him, his eyes a little blank.

He cold-bloodedly threw away his own flesh and blood, and let him die. If he didn't die, he could only be trampled and trampled by people for the rest of his life. He did such cruel things just to keep his magic power from being lost.

The price of having a child before the Three Rings was one tenth of the mana loss.

And now he... he can't feel his own magic power, only a little... but a little bit!Not even as powerful as the power he felt when he first came into contact with magic!

He seemed to hear his father's voice.

That was a long time ago, before my father pretended to be dead and left the house.

It was a somewhat fanatical voice.

"Bernard! You are the most gifted in the history of our Iserveld family, you must... must..."

"First question, are you from the Holy See?"

The earl's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden question.

For the first time, he took a serious look at this "son" he had lost. He... looked like a magician.

The count almost smiled: "What are you talking about in your sleep? I wonder if you have lost your memory. Please look at the traces of magic around you. May I ask why the Holy See will let me in?"

Riemann frowned, isn't Earl Iserveld making up a magician?

But hadn't their family always been earls?At least the previous generation was an earl, which he already knew.

What else is the difference between the Earl and Lady Bartley?

"Don't you know that the Holy See will recruit magicians from the Earl's family? Do you know the youngest daughter of the Hawkins family? She is a water magician protected by the Holy See."

"what?"

The Earl's expression of "Are you sleepwalking?" made Riemann roughly sure that he was not lying.

"Second question, do you know the Forbidden Curse Mage..."

Before the words fell, the violent earthquake caused Riemann to slip into the cracks in the ground.

【Gust】was only halfway released before being interrupted by falling stones. Riemann had no choice but to give up and activate the only remaining defensive magic.

It seems that the instant attack magic engraved on the magic robe by the earl is not only one [Earth Fissure], but also [Earth Shock].

——Riemann was buried in the ground and thought sadly.

"Twisting vines."

Using vines to prop up a space in the ground, Riemann took out a blank teleportation scroll and pen, and filled in his coordinates just now.

Then shred.

When he returned to the ground, this small piece of dark forest had turned into a real ruin. Although it was quite a ruin just now, at least it wasn't like this... nothing but messy piles of stones.

"What about people?"

Riemann was a little annoyed, and he cast [Appraisal] around suspiciously——[Luoxue] was temporarily picked off by him, and he didn't have any proficiency anyway.

Isn't it... the count is already like that, can he still escape?Riemann regretted not binding him to death with the vine entanglement—mainly because [vine entanglement] did not hurt much, but it still hurt. Riemann really didn't dare to touch him with the earl's appearance and that blood bar. I didn't expect Someone ran away...

He soon found out that it wasn't the earl who decided to flee from the earth with his hands hidden.

He was just trying to die with Riemann.

Riemann found the body of Earl Iserveld under the stone pile.

The magician who had been told that he was a genius magician and pursued power all his life chose to die after finding that his magic power was dry.

"Grass." Riemann couldn't help scolding a dirty word from his previous life.

Hell, it was true that he had killed all the enemies he had fought against before, but he really didn't intend to kill the count.

Of course not because this is his biological father.

It's just that this time he entered the hunting ground with the earl in full view (?), how would he explain it when he went back alone!

Riemann's brows became tighter and tighter. He raised his head to look at the sky. The days in winter are always short. After all this trouble, it was almost evening.

Forget it, at least he knew that the earl had nothing to do with the Holy See, that is, he hadn't been exposed yet, and he could return to the royal city.

He also temporarily had an idea about the difference between the Earl and Mrs. Bartley. Mrs. Bartley is one of the many children of Earl Hawkins, but the Earl is the only son. Not only that, the last heir of the Iserveld family who was not the only son can already be traced back. to hundreds of years ago.

In other words... It is very possible that the Holy See's selection may have avoided the situation where only one child could inherit the family business.

Therefore, he is already very close to the Academy of Magic.

As long as he is not exposed, even if he is charged with causing Earl Iserveld's disappearance, he has to return to the royal city.

Of course, it would be even better if Mrs. Frena gave up the idea of ​​wanting him to be the heir in a fit of anger...

……

This was the fifth cup of tea Mrs. Frenner had had this afternoon.

The color of the sunset is reflected in the teacup, which looks a little dirty.

Marianne was talking about Riemann's child's mathematical talent, and Mrs. Frenner sighed. Her daughter-in-law always lacks social intuition.

But...it wasn't that she didn't mind listening to Marianne's nonsense today.

"Ah! Riemann! It's Riemann who is back!"

Marianne stood up and waved her hat at the distant figure on horseback.

The sound of kicking horseshoes was approaching, Riemann jumped off the horse awkwardly, his face was full of excitement, he untied a few rabbits and a fox from the horse and handed them to the two of them, black The gloves made the fur of the prey in his hands shine brighter.

"Mother! Madame Fryner! Look at my prey!"

Marianne, overwhelmed with emotion for a moment, gave her baby a hug.

Riemann asked shyly and hesitantly: "I want to give these prey to my mother and Mrs. Frena, is that okay?"

"Oh my boy, you are so...so caring!"

Mrs. Ferina also showed a satisfied smile. She said earlier that a child of this age, who was an orphan since childhood, must be looking forward to integrating into this family.

"Where's father? I want to show him the results of my afternoon!"

Riemann asked excitedly.

"Huh? Isn't Bernard with you?" Mrs. Ferina looked confused.

"After my father taught me how to shoot an arrow and how to find prey, he said he was back first!"

The atmosphere suddenly sank.

Marian forced a stiff smile: "Bernard...hasn't come back."

That night, everyone in the security department worked overtime all night, searching for traces of Earl Iserveld in the forest hunting ground.

Only the Earl's horse was found.

So they expanded the scope of the search, but there was no trace of the living or dead count.

"My God, there must be too many lost nobles who died recently, and the reason is still a mystery to check for traces of magic. My God, I have already begun to miss the easy days of the past two years."

"Let's say a few words less, do you really think that you are back on vacation?"

"Why can't it work? Didn't Blue Rose just accept a mission in the countryside and go on vacation?"

"Then she is dead now, do you envy this ending? Take it as a warning, do you know, also, don't keep chasing after the new girl, look at Blue Rose, bewitched by love and give life to you Child, to what extent has your strength retreated, two magicians with one ring can hurt her, so you should be more careful..."

"I know, I know, I know, can't I... the last piece, no, where did the earl go? Even if he was going to die, could he die in a more obvious place!"

"You... Forget it, keep your voice down, I really doubt how your parents taught you social lessons."

"I was thrown into being a magician by them, and I still have social classes... Is it over? Is this considered over? There are no traces of magic, and the earl's body can't be found."

"Actually... there is another possibility."

"My God, are you going to add more work to yourself? Forget it... what's the possibility, let's hear it?"

"Your Excellency, Earl Iserveld, entered the hunting ground with his son. Do you remember who his son is?"

"I don't even remember the name of my brother's son, so don't make things difficult for me!"

"Riemann."

"Huh? Who?"

"Tsk... the student who was brought back from Bartley County by Monroe, Blue Rose died when he was still in Bartley County. After he came to the Royal City, he stayed at Duke Fernandi's house, and the little duke and Linton The viscount's disappearance is related, and now it is his biological father's turn... If someone has the motive to kill Earl Iserveld, Mr. Riemann, who is clearly the eldest son of a nobleman but has been living in the slums for more than ten years, is not right. Motivation?"

"Oh! I remembered! The guy who was cut off by Earl Iserveld and invited by Queen Sidney to be an earl at the same time! The guy who caused your mood to go up and down, right!"

"...that's not the point."

"Of course that's the point! Whether he's going to Sidney is a certainty now, how do you want to investigate him... let's talk about it first, I'm going to keep an eye on him day and night trying to find out when he uses magic. I won’t do it, I’m on vacation! Vacation, do you know the word!”

"In short, report and apply to the Holy See first. There are too many doubts and coincidences about him. Even if he is a future earl, the Holy See should approve our investigation."

"Okay... But don't have too much hope, I don't want to see you frowning every day, affecting my vacation mood."