The days of learning black magic in another world

"Ha-ow-I'm so sleepy... Why don't we just discuss whether we can inspect a nobleman? As for taking so long? Oh, I'm so angry. I've been working as a cow and a horse for the Holy See for so many years. Not even a chair to sit on."

"...don't say a few words."

"Hmph, so what if you hear it?"

With a "squeak", the sound of the wooden door being pushed open interrupted the daily quarrel between the two investigators.

An ordinary-looking priest who was neither fat nor thin walked out of the door: "Thank you for your dedication and hard work, but you don't need to spend too much time on the prospective heir of Iserveldga."

"Is that so...I see."

"Hey, please don't misunderstand the bishops who made the decision. In fact, it just so happens that the prospective heir of the Iserveld family was denounced when he was still a commoner, so His Royal Highness the Son I checked it myself, and it was only one month after Blue Rose was killed."

"Huh? Well, it seems that I guessed wrong and caused trouble for everyone."

After the wooden door closed with a "squeak"——

"I'll just say it! You can't rely on associations in investigations! Walk around, go back and catch up on sleep—"

……

"Huh? What do you mean Count Iserveld's life and death are unknown?"

His Majesty the King flipped the page in front of him lightly, frowning slightly, but he did not turn his head to look at the attendant who was speaking, and only asked a question casually.

"His Excellency the Earl disappeared while hunting in the forest hunting ground with his eldest son... No one has been found yet."

The king raised one corner of his mouth playfully: "Interesting... Is it so impatient?"

If Riemann knew that the king judged people's belly with his own heart, he would definitely shout loudly—not everyone would kill their fathers for the sake of power!Although the Earl did indeed die because of him...

"Forget it, since I made the promise, it will naturally be fulfilled. After he officially inherits the Iserveld family, I will assign the original area to them. Tsk, maybe it's the old lady. decision……"

After pondering the psychology of each member of the Iserveld family according to his own thinking, the king generously accepted the original promise and began to write the letter of knighthood.

"Oh, by the way, this is the first time that the Iserveld family has more than one child in these years, it just so happens..."

Night was about to fall again, which meant that it had been 24 hours since the earl disappeared.

Riemann was sitting in the living room of Iserveld's house, with just the right amount of panic and worry between his brows. Beside him was the bewildered Mrs. Marianne. Riemann patted the poor lady's back and whispered softly. Whispered to comfort her.

"Let go of me!! Let me go!!" A clear youthful voice came from upstairs, and Riemann looked up. It was Albert Iserveld who was struggling to break free from the slave's grip. He met Li in the struggle. Man's eyes: "It's you! You killed my father!"

Mrs. Marianne stood up almost immediately and stood up in front of Riemann: "Albert! I know you are worried about your father now, but this is not the reason why you say that about your brother. We are all worried about Bernard ...Your brother has been frightened, can you be a little more sensible!"

A tiny trace of guilt flashed in Riemann's eyes.

—Sorry Mrs. Marian...but I have no choice.

"Madam, young master, people from the Public Security Department..."

The butler whispered beside Marianne and Riemann.

After a while, the living room became a little more crowded. The sheriff and the assistants behind him, who came in through the door, held their chests and wept after being notified by the housekeeper, and walked out of the room supported by Elaine and Alina. old lady.

"I regret to inform you all that the Public Security Bureau has searched all the areas around the forest hunting grounds, but there is no trace of His Excellency the Earl...I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant.

Mrs. Fryner sobbed, clutching her chest and falling backwards. Elaine frantically supported her.

Riemann leaned forward slightly, and asked anxiously: "Why can't I find it? Mother and Mrs. Furina watched my father and I walk into the hunting ground. It is impossible for people to disappear out of thin air. How could they not be found?" !"

"Uh, young master, your question is also the question of most of us. We also want to know how the Earl disappeared out of thin air. If you don't mind, can you describe the situation that day?"

Riemann frowned slightly, but it didn't make people feel a little rejection of this question. He nodded: "I followed my father into the hunting ground, and then..." He frowned, looking very hard to recall Appearance—In fact, Riemann really tried very hard to recall, because the impression of the battle with the count was too vivid, and it had completely overshadowed the boring hunting process, so his memory at that time was indeed a bit blurred.

"Then my father shot a rabbit first, which I thought was amazing, because I had never been in a hunting ground before, and then my father shot a beast in the hind leg and asked me to complete the rest of the hunt..."

"Then I thought I couldn't do it, so my father said to me, cough... as long as you get close enough, you won't miss the shot..."

"But I've never touched a bow and arrow, so even though I was very close, the beast still ran away..."

This is the truth, he did not have time to shoot that arrow, and won the sneak attack of Earl Iserveld. When he returned to this hunting ground, the beast with a wounded leg had already gone to nowhere. up.

"Then...then my father taught me some key points of archery, and asked me to find a few rabbits to practice, while he himself went to find prey that is really entertaining."

After Riemann came back, even though it was getting late, he still set off from the original position to shoot a few rabbits. Although he knew that the public security department in this era would probably not check so carefully, he still prepared carefully. "Crime scene".

The sheriff nodded, Riemann's statement was exactly the same as what he saw, and the other party's reaction was also very hard to help find Earl Iserveld, unless this teenage boy not only has outstanding acting skills, but also has a good psychological quality. Extremely rare, otherwise he should have nothing to do with the count's disappearance.

He patted the poor young man's shoulder: "Then I'm sorry to bother you, but I'd like to ask everyone to prepare for... the funeral."

After the sheriff left, the Iserveld's house was in chaos. Mrs. Frenner was no longer as cold as before, but burst into tears—Bernard Iserveld was her own son after all, Although the earl had grown estranged with her in recent years, all she could remember now was how Bernard relied on her wholeheartedly when he was a child.

Mrs. Marianne's reaction was not much better than that of Mrs. Ferina. She didn't make such a ghost-like cry, but just sat on the sofa blankly, her eyes were only blank, and the corners of her eyes were a little red. He kept murmuring words such as "how could it be" and "it's impossible...".

Albert Iserveld on the second floor didn't know whether he had broken free from the shackles of the servants, or the others dared not stop him in this situation, he rushed downstairs and pointed at Riemann and shouted—"It's you, it must be you who killed him!" Dead father!"

Alina hesitated for a while, but she still didn't help her good cousin to accuse Riemann - after all, Riemann would be the future head of Iserveld with the naked eye.

Tears welled up in Riemann's eyes, his face was full of "Mrs. Marianne was at a loss", and he murmured "in a low voice": "You are right, I killed my father, if I resolutely refuse to go to the hunting ground with my father , my father would not disappear... If I didn't know how to bow and arrow at all, my father would not dislike me so I went to find the prey by myself... If I could keep up with my father, my father would not disappear...It's me ! I killed my father!"

His voice was not low, and he uttered words clearly, so that everyone could hear his "self-attribution". When he reached the last sentence, he burst out with great volume and emotion, which shocked everyone all at once. .

At this moment, Mrs. Frena who collapsed and burst into tears, Mrs. Marianne who was at a loss, and Albert who was obsessed with murder, only Riemann was in the center of the stage.

At this moment, even Mrs. Frena, who still couldn't let go of the thorn in his heart because of the earl's disappearance, couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted when she saw the young man who collapsed in pain and blamed himself.

Albert Iserveld was also silent. He took two steps back, squatted down, hugged himself tightly, and buried his head on his knees. After a while, there were a few sobs.

It was His Majesty's attendants who interrupted this dramatic scene.

"The king wants to see Riemann and Little Albert?" Mrs. Furina asked in surprise.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Fryner's eyes were still a little red, but at this moment the shrewd twinkle had returned.

It is understandable for His Majesty the King to find Riemann. It should be to fulfill the promise of the title of marquis. Alas... Bernard is considered a worthy death. He must be in heaven and will be happy for the family.

But why are you looking for little Albert...

Mrs. Fryner did not show any doubts in her heart, but nodded, pulled up the dazed and tearful little Albert, and whispered to him to follow the king's attendants.

……

Riemann got into the carriage and followed the king's attendant all the way to the palace. His heart was full of confusion. What did the king ask him for?What was there to do with Albert Iserveld?

He never thought that his trip to another world would involve meeting the king...

Just in his contemplation, in the confusion of Albert next door, the two of them have been brought before the young king of Ulang.

The king looked dignified and serious, and Riemann glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head.

In fact, the king was also a delicate heart in his early years, talking to people and talking nonsense when he saw people, but after he has been king for so many years, his power has gradually gathered, and he has become used to arbitrariness. In addition, the two people in front of him are not old foxes. The two children are not children of a family that needs special attention, and he is very busy, so he told them very bluntly——

"Two, I regret that you have lost a close relative, but the surname Iserveld cannot be inherited by no one, Mr. Riemann, although Iserveld has not officially recognized your surname, I heard that the Earl and Countess originally It's really regrettable to plan to hold a banquet next week to announce your bloodline to the king... But although there are fewer flowers and applause, you still have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Iserveld family..."

He nodded to the attendant standing aside, and the attendant immediately picked up a piece of parchment from the king's desk and handed it to Riemann.

"However, this is not the main purpose of my coming to you two. I forgot how many generations the Iserveld family has not had a brother. In fact, I always think that the Iserveld family is very lucky, because They've been living on the bright side of the world, oblivious to what's going on in the dark, and the only reason they have this happiness is because their parents only wanted one child."

"Hey, I'm so sorry, I thought of some sad things, but I regret to tell you, children, you are going to face the other side of this world today."

"What I say next, you must swear to the God of Light and not reveal it to anyone."

"About 350 years ago, the Holy See discovered that the cracks in the abyss were constantly increasing and expanding, and there were more and more abyssal creatures on the edge of the cracks, and many monsters that could not be restrained by magic appeared."

"On the other hand, the attack performance of divine arts is indeed inferior to that of magic. The monsters in the abyss before the crack expanded were all low-level monsters. Divine arts have a natural restraint on them, but the monsters that emerged after that became more and more advanced. The resistance to magic is also getting stronger... At this time, the Holy See came up with a way to select descendants from all the nobles on the mainland to learn magic and fight against the abyss together."

"In order to leave heirs for the nobles, the principle of their selection of magicians is to choose people from families with two or more choices. The descendant who became a magician can learn the secret."

"Young Iserveld, I understand that this may be a bad news for you, but time is very tight, the Holy See will take away these students early next year, so I think, at least give you some time to do it. Prepare……"

"Perhaps you have heard of the Xingxi Academy in Sidney. All the bishops of the Holy See in the mainland have been educated there. Only a very small number of non-Holy See people in each country can enter this academy. The assessment criteria for others is I can't figure out anything. In terms of fame, its name is even higher than that of Donic Academy, so young Mr. Iserveld, think about the good, at least you are about to become an enviable student of Xingxi Academy. "

Albert Iserveld could no longer hear the second half of the king's speech, and it was buzzing in his ears like a noise.

He turned his head stiffly to look at Riemann on the side. His eyes widened because of surprise, but that kind of surprise was light-"so it was" surprise. He didn't need to bear the consequences, so he could open those beautiful eyes The eyes said "how could this be?".

And he, Albert Iserveld, a complete loser, knew how unseemly he was at this moment, stiff as a stone, his whole face was pale, and all his bones were shaking when he turned his head to look at Riemann Make a "creak" sound.

He heard his heartbeat shouting to Riemann—are you satisfied?You suddenly appeared from nowhere, snatched away my mother's love and my position, now you will gracefully be your marquis in the royal city, but I will spend my whole life as a magician in the gutter—— Are you satisfied?

The yells almost burst through his throat, but he knew he couldn't.

Then he saw Riemann take a few steps forward and raised his head earnestly.