The days of learning black magic in another world

Seeing Riemann frowning and asking, "Why are you two here?", little Polo sat back in his seat with a cold face and began to read his book. He couldn't help exchanging looks with Joyce in fear.

They talked silently with their eyes.

--How to do? !

——I, I don’t know what to do!

……

When the two of them confronted silently with their eyes, Riemann had already copied the basic Francophone vocabulary he needed onto parchment paper. The parchment paper was provided to each student by Rhodes College. There are not many, so Riemann copied it in detail and densely, and maximized the utilization rate of paper as much as possible.After copying, he used a non-ink quill to trace along his notes over and over again, trying to remember those strange words.

Seeing how frugal he was, little Polo finally had a flash of inspiration and thought of his own use!

He rushed to his closet, rummaged for a while in the suitcase he hadn't opened since school started, and pulled out a large stack of snow-white papers.

"Look! My father brought it back from his cruise in the East!"

Riemann raised his head in confusion, looked at the kid showing off, and clapped his hands tentatively: "Wow, that's great?"

Little Polo shivered, and stuffed all the paper in front of Riemann: "You can use these, and I don't usually need them. The parchment issued by the public school is enough for me..."

Riemann gently touched the top piece of paper. It was indeed white and dense, and it was smooth to the touch. It was very close to the paper he had seen in his previous life—in layman’s terms, it was very expensive at first glance.

He pushed the paper back in some confusion: "No need."

Little Polo pushed back with a pale face: "Yes!"

He closed his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "My lord magician! I was blind before! I was blind! How dare you offend you! How dare you tie your hands with cloth strips and cover your eyes—please look at the black For the sake of mitigating my sins! How dare I report you to the Holy See! I really... I really... How dare I!"

"You are such a powerful mage, you can't even do anything to the holy light of the Holy See...Please accept me, this humble servant, I am willing to be your cow and horse from today, just to wash away my sins... ..."

Little Polo recalled the prayers his father often used, and pieced together his own confession. If the God of Light was really watching, he would probably slap him to death. Son of a bitch.

Riemann was dumbfounded, and finally figured it out—Little Polo and Joyce still regarded him as a magician, no wonder he looked like two quails.

He explained in a good-tempered manner: "You saw it just now, right? It's just a trick to cover your eyes. The priest has already confirmed that I am not a magician. You should be at ease."

What he said made little Polo even more frightened—Anxin?Peace of mind? !If he wasn't a sorcerer, why would he talk like this... Sure enough, he was hiding his identity, and he obviously only showed the most trivial trick in front of the principal. How did he escape? It's gone, didn't he hide all these? !

He trembled and said: "Okay, okay, you are not a magician, I am talking nonsense, I am talking nonsense, but please accept these papers... woo woo..."

Riemann: "..."

Riemann was very speechless.

Logically speaking, he should be angry with little Polo, but the other party's cowardly behavior... makes it difficult for Riemann to be really angry with a child who looks only the size of a junior high school student.

He sighed: "Well, if you are sincerely repentant, come and help me find out what this word means."

The more you turn back the Sydney textbooks, the more abstract vocabulary there will be. At the beginning, he can guess the meaning of those words based on the pictures, but the directionality of the pictures becomes more and more vague, and even there is no picture at all. It's a plan, he is in trouble, and now the young man who is sent to the door is not in vain.

"what is this?"

"This is 'complete' in Ulang..."

"Oh, what about this one?"

"Sorrowful and joyful."

"what about this?"

"Uh, uh...Joyce, come here and see what this is?"

Joyce probes: "Vague...ambiguous..."

Riemann nodded thoughtfully, remembered the meaning and waved to Joyce: "Help me see the following."

Little Polo immediately said, "It was just an accident just now! I can still recognize this book as simple as it is!"

Joyce hurriedly said with a shy face: "Yes, yes, this book is so simple, even Mr. Poirot can easily recognize it!"

Little Polo nodded triumphantly, and it took him a while to realize: "What do you mean!"

Riemann: "..."

He clasped his hands together and began to pray—if he crossed over to become Long Aotian, could this world give him a smarter brother.

Thanks to this not-so-smart little brother who came to surrender by himself, Riemann read this book at a loss, just like those numbers, these spells... oh no, the words, although they look like a mess The drawing is messy, but after looking at it for a long time, it seems that some patterns can be found. Riemann wrote down the corresponding Chinese on the parchment, and planned to review it again tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when little Polo woke up, he saw the devil sitting at the table with his back turned to him, muttering words. He sat up in a jerk, only to find that the devil was only reciting softly the last night to let him and Joyce separate. in Ulang... He breathed a sigh of relief before going to wash up.

When Riemann left the dormitory door, there were still two people falling behind him-Little Polo who came out with him and Joyce who had been waiting for the door.

As soon as he walked to the long table in the auditorium, Joyce immediately helped Riemann bring today's breakfast under the gaze of Polo. Before Riemann had time to say "no", someone else spoke first up.

"Isn't this the heir of the Poluo family and his little follower? How can you mix with this kind of untouchables who are full of poverty? Are you really not afraid that your Boluo family will be poor?"

It was one of the two groups of people that Riemann had seen, who came to his dormitory to laugh at Polo's pants blown up.

While little Polo became angry reflexively, at the same time, he was terrified by the unscrupulous collision of his arch-enemy against the devil.

He took the food in Joyce's hand, put it on the seat where Riemann was about to sit down, and said carefully: "You eat first, and I will deal with these ignorant people."

Riemann almost wanted to cover his face.

Sure enough, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of the blond boy and the other two boys he led, but fortunately, they soon began to be presumptuous and focused on laughing at little Polo.

"Hahahahaha, little Polo, little Polo, did you get your head caught by the basement door? You actually recognized a poor man as the boss, do you want to disgrace the Polo family? Tsk tsk tsk, although you are here because your pants exploded The aristocratic circle throws face, but it’s not enough to go and hang out with this kind of person, my dear, why don’t you come and be my follower, I don’t mind if you are an idiot with fried pants, hahahahahaha !"

Little Polo blushed with anger: "Stupid, damn it, you brazen Redmond! This is my place! How dare you come here and make such nonsense?"

As soon as he patted the long table, it seemed that a dozen people stood up behind him and confronted Redmond in the next second. In fact, if it was normal, Ren who ate at this table would indeed obey this order. Only today, they all looked at little Polo with complicated expressions.

Little Polo waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for any movement behind him. He turned his head in confusion, but saw that the people who were supposed to be standing behind him were all sitting upright in their seats. the leader.

A brown-haired boy said slowly: "Polo, you are indeed the most noble among us, but we are willing to follow you only because the surname Polo is worth it. You have repeatedly embarrassed our group. , sorry, I'm afraid we can't stand behind you, oh no...more precisely, you can't stand among us."

While scooping up the borscht, Riemann watched the school comedy with great interest, and little Polo had a look of humor on his face.

But when he finished today's class, there were two poor children who were excluded behind him, and when he was about to go back to the dormitory for self-study, the familiar black appeared in front of his eyes, and his hands were tied behind his back. There's just some humor left.

He was dragged and limping through the corridors and corridors. After the blindfold was taken off, he saw the familiar bathroom in front of him, still resplendent and splendid.

Riemann sighed in his heart.

Generally in online novels, it is the young one who grows old. If this is the direction, he will admit it. Bullying people and children, and being targeted by parents who protect their children are also normal trends.

But why is there such a thing that just after bullying one, he was bound to the bullied one and thrown into the bathroom to be beaten...

Little Polo perked up as soon as he took off the cloth strips on his eyes, hehe, he was here yesterday, just in this bathroom, Redmond, you are finished.