The days of learning black magic in another world

Almost instantly, Riemann figured it out.

Out of her own selfishness, Mrs. Frena did not tell him that the title of marquis promised by the king can only be obtained by him if he inherits the Iserveld family-so, theoretically, he does not know that his heir is very important to the Iserveld family. If the importance of the De family is important, then it is the best time for him to regret not being the heir - in front of the king who has absolutely nothing to do with this matter.

He raised his head and showed his eyes shining with sincerity and earnestness before the king.

"No! Please don't let little Albert do such a dangerous thing...he is only 11 years old!"

"Oh Mr. Riemann, every patriarch who wants to send their relatives to the Magic Academy thinks so, but this is for the Holy See, for the safety of the mainland..."

"That's not the case, Your Majesty, I didn't want the Iserveld family to escape this duty, I just wanted to say, please let me replace Little Albert!"

--what?

The king raised his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, you may also know that I was just brought back by Mr. Monroe from the slums in Bartley County. In the first ten years of my life, not only have I never been exposed to noble education, I don't even have the concept of relatives. I am actually not an orphan, I am actually very satisfied to see my parents... But little Albert is different! He has always been raised by the requirements of an heir, if not for my sudden appearance, He should have lived this life in peace and dignity... I am only a few years older than him, but because of the ridiculous reason of age, I not only want to deprive him of his life, but also put him in such danger, I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Riemann lowered his eyes slightly: "What's more...my arrival has brought too much misfortune to the Iserveld family. If it wasn't for me, my father would not disappear...so, please become a magician for the Holy See. Master as my punishment, I will stay away from the family for the rest of my life, let them return to the peaceful appearance when I never appeared, I beg you, Your Majesty the King."

The king looked at the young Iserveld again, and he remembered his speculation about this little Iserveld who had never met before. He originally thought that the other party would be a vicious and decisive man. In order to climb up, even his own father could do it. The young man who did not hesitate to strike, unexpectedly turned out to be like this... With a stupid and kind temper, it turns out that the brains of those academics are not fully developed, except for mathematics, everything else is empty.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the king's mouth - he would not stop those who were chasing after death.

He originally thought that he would treat the future Marquis of Iserveld well even if it was to prevent the other party from switching to that woman Sidney, but since the other party chose this dead end...it saved him a lot of money With effort.

"Since Mr. Riemann, you are so...sacrificing, I will naturally not refuse your little request, Vlad, go and get back the knighting book in Mr. Riemann's hand, and I will write a new one for them. "

Riemann raised his head and showed a grateful smile. Of course, in the eyes of the king, it was a stupid smile.

Albert Iserveld watched in astonishment as things took a big turn, heading towards a path he had never thought of.

He watched Riemann take over the revised knighthood letter with tears of joy in his eyes, as if he really felt from the bottom of his heart that it is a joy to be able to take the risk for his little brother who is hardly familiar to him. Same thing.

Until he walked out of the palace and got into the carriage, Riemann sat down opposite him, the disgusting, hypocritical smile on his face disappeared, and when he looked at him coldly, a voice suddenly came out from the bottom of Albert's heart— — "That's right. That's the look on his face."

When Riemann spoke, his voice was colder than the king Albert had just met: "Albert, I think you should understand that although the king's letter of knighthood has been obtained, it does not mean that you have I have become the owner of Iserveld."

He flipped open the parchment lightly, pushed lightly with his slender white fingers, and did not fully unfold the parchment, only pointing at one of the words - "Count".

"The reason why Mrs. Frena insisted on me inheriting the Iserveld family may not have told me, but she should have told you."

"When I am the heir, the suffix of Iserveld is the Marquis, and when you are the heir, the suffix is ​​the Earl. I don't think you don't understand how big the difference is."

"I can tell you very clearly now that even if we go back with this knighting letter, Mrs. Frena will try her best to make the king go back on his word. What do you think?"

Albert Iserveld must admit that what Riemann said was right, this is why he was not happy at all just now. His situation has not changed in any way. It would be too much to be happy for this piece of paper. Stupid, because it doesn't even take a day before what he briefly had is taken away again.

"But . . . you should feel lucky that I had my reasons for going to Sydney."

"So you should be honored, because I am your comrade in arms now."

"I'll take care of Mrs. Frena's side, but as a comrade in arms, you can't just do nothing, just let me do it alone."

"..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Obviously, you don't have any use value now, so if you want to reflect your value, it's very simple, just overdraw from the future. I want one-tenth of the annual tax revenue from the Iserveld family's territory in the future."

"Are you crazy?!"

"Tsk, it's only one-tenth. Isn't the tax paid to the Holy See the same amount? You just think that there will be a war soon, and the Holy See's tax collection will become more stringent. It's not a difficult condition. Bar."

"Albert Iserveld, you should think about it, this is your only chance."

"I do want to go to Sydney, and Dawn Academy is indeed my best choice, and I really have no interest in the Iserveld family. I just want to go to Sydney with a completely innocent identity, but this is just an exit. It’s all about my obsessive-compulsive disorder, if you don’t want to, I don’t mind carrying a family, and I can accept Queen Sidney’s invitation to go to Donic Academy... Do you understand?”

Albert Iserveld stared blankly at Riemann. The person in front of him almost seemed to have changed his face. His facial features remained the same, but he just tore off the shy smile that often hung on his face. His demeanor became cold for no reason, and when the ends of those eyes were not slightly curved, they turned out to be so cold and hard.

He had no reason to refuse, he didn't know what Riemann was thinking, even at the risk of becoming a magician and completely handing over his fate to the Holy See, he still wanted to go to Sidney, to Xingxi Academy, maybe... he shouldn't Try to analyze Riemann's thoughts, he just needs to accept the arrangement of the other party. After all, as far as it is concerned, he is the only beneficiary in this matter.

So he nodded.

Riemann clapped his hands with a smile, and when he laughed, he turned back to the person who made people feel close. Except for Albert Iserveld, no one would think his expression was inconsistent.

"Then let's go, before the carriage has driven too far, let's sign a contract for notarization."

The contract notary office in another world is a subsidiary institution of the Holy See. The parchment for signing the contract is the parchment with extraordinary power exerted by the Holy See—meaning that it is very expensive to sell. The person in charge of the notarization is a trainee priest of the Holy See. There is no "element considered evil by the Holy See" in the contract, and the priest will not have any interest in the contract itself.

And the contract endowed with extraordinary power is naturally not easy to violate.

After Riemann finished signing, he watched Albert Iserveld bend over to sign in front of the priest. In a trance, he felt that he was right and the earl really looked alike, and Mrs. Marianne's gene was hardly left in him. leave no trace.

A strange idea suddenly flashed in Riemann's mind——

In case one day, his identity is exposed by the Holy See and he can only be forced to flee, the Iserveld family will not be caught by the Holy See to donate blood and track him down, right?

Riemann shook his head and threw the idea away.

——Bah, bah, what is he thinking?Just one step away, I will no longer have to worry about it, and one step away, I will become an upright magician, who can learn and use magic at will.His old magic will no longer be his incriminating evidence, but will be seamlessly embraced by his new life.

Academy of Magic, here I come.

……

"what?!"

After listening to Riemann's words, Mrs. Frenner almost fainted, her heart ached. If her heart was the pain of being cut by a blunt knife while waiting for Bernard's news all day and night, then Riemann's move was no less Yu pierces the heart with an arrow.

"What do you mean by begging His Majesty the King to let Albert become the new Iserveld Patriarch?"

Riemann explained with a pure face: "His Majesty the King gave us two choices. One will become the heir, and the other can go to Xingxi Academy. I have longed for Xingxi Academy since I was a child! What's more... the position of the head of the family, this It should belong to my younger brother, if I didn't rashly break into everyone's life..."

Mrs. Ferina twitched the corners of her mouth: "Riemann...you are kind-hearted and friendly to brothers, which is a good thing...but, but..."

Mrs. Frenna was in a difficult situation. She didn't tell Riemann at all at that time that Iserveld could be named Marquis only if he inherited the family. Now it's a bit... not decent enough to explain.

However, she took a deep breath, Riemann is innocent and innocent, this matter should not leave too much grudge in his heart, it is better to take back the position of Marquis first.

"Riemann... I didn't make it clear to you about something before. Do you still remember the conditions for the queen to invite you to Donic Academy? Yes... the queen promised a title of earl. In fact, in order to keep you, His Majesty the king, There is also a condition, that is, as long as you stay in Uran and inherit the Iserveld family, you can have the title of Marquis. Riemann, my good boy, the exchange between you and Little Albert is not just It changed the status of the two of you, and even tied the honor of the Iserveld family!"

Riemann "suddenly realized": "So it is like this! I said why the word earl was written on the knighthood letter written by His Majesty abroad to his younger brother. I thought it was a typo by His Majesty abroad, and I was planning to explain it to His Majesty the King when I had time." !"

Riemann's expression was sincere, and his eyes were shining brightly, but the words he said pierced Mrs. Ferina's heart like a knife.

Mrs. Ferina forced a smile: "So Riemann, come with me into the palace to meet the king now, there is still time for you to change your mind."

Riemann smiled lightly: "No."