The days of learning black magic in another world

Forget it.

Come here.

Riemann sat on the bed in the dormitory and uttered these four-character mantras to himself.

Although the result is somewhat different from what I imagined, although my life trajectory as a great magician in another world suddenly took a big turn and I am about to embark on the path of a priest.

But...but!

At least the Academy of Magic has arrived, even if I entered the Department of Divine Arts... But during the four years in the academy, at least I can brainwash myself-I am just taking risks with everyone as a bright magician!

And I also accidentally learned the truth about the Forbidden Curse Mage, which is better than accidentally revealing it later, as long as you are careful in the future...don't reveal that you know other magic...just a ghost!Doesn't this mean that he can only use magic in the future? !

Riemann plunged his head into the soft blanket.

Forget it...at least the prerequisites for the bizarre adventure in another world have been met, the requirements should not be too high, go to sleep, and have class tomorrow.

……

Riemann slept for about two hours, and the class schedule at his bedside began to scream—"Get up! Get up!"

The harsh and sharp sound made Riemann sit up abruptly, his eyes were confused and he began to search for the source of the noise, and it took him a while to discover the culprit——the divine arts class timetable that he put on the bedside table after receiving it yesterday, opened his mouth wide Fulfill the duty of the alarm clock.

Riemann was thinking "This is quite practical, why don't you go to the Alchemy Department when you have nothing to do..." and fell into distress-how to turn off this thing?

Riemann, who was so shocked that his head hurt, gave up rational thinking, but grabbed the ball of parchment and simply rolled it up, trying to block its mouth.

The sharp shouts stopped abruptly.

Riemann was a little shocked - it actually worked...

He was yelled by the schedule-type alarm clock. Although he didn't sleep well last night, his drowsiness had completely disappeared. He climbed out of bed to wash and change his clothes - the only thing that made him happy was that the students of the magic department were just He is a reserve member of the Holy See, so he does not need to wear the moon white robe at present, but can wear his own clothes.

So Riemann stared at the two sets of clothes on the bed and fell into distress.

One of them was that after learning that he could come to the Academy of Magic, he imitated a set of wizard robes at the speed of light, and he was waiting to wear them to school, and the other was his casual clothes, an ordinary shirt and long trousers.

Yesterday made him realize that everyone in the Academy of Magic does not wear wizard robes or cloaks uniformly, but each wears their own. For example, the principal lady is dressed as if she is going to a haute couture press conference. The sisters also dress no differently from the students at Springs College.

Riemann hesitated for almost a minute... (This is really an important choice!)

In the end, he closed his eyes and chose to put on a cloak over his shirt, trousers and jacket!

He's going to learn Lao Shizi's magical skills, why don't you let him get addicted to cosplay? !

And his "wizard robe" is sewn in imitation of "Harry Potter", which is not too high-profile, much more low-key than the snowman's plush cloak.

After tidying up his appearance, Riemann took a deep breath and set off for the classroom of the Magic Department.

……

Riemann was not the first to come, there were already people in the classroom, and Riemann glanced at one of them - Riemann remembered this young man with a dark complexion, who was assigned a magic spell because of his outstanding talent in fire magic Department of people.

Riemann's arrival silenced the classroom for a moment—it's not that the original classroom was noisy, or that someone was chatting and making noises, but when Riemann walked in, obviously no one looked at him directly, but the classroom There was still a subtle silence, and it made Riemann feel that he was being watched.

This is also normal, even the noble boys and girls who were sent to Xingxi Academy also grew up as nobles. It is their instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Attention is also their instinct.

Riemann found a place to sit down at random, took a piece of parchment and started writing a thesis before the teacher of the magic department came - making use of the fragmented time and effectively avoiding embarrassment.

Before he could write a few lines, there was a sound at the door that was heavier and slower than the footsteps of the students, and he raised his head—the one who taught them the first class was the dean of the Magic Department, who came here specially yesterday Dean Pound watched Riemann.

"Students, hello everyone, I am the teacher of your introduction to divine arts, I am also the dean of the divine arts department of the Holy See in Xingxi College, and I am also a provincial bishop of the Holy See of Sydney. Usually, you only need to call me Pang Father De will do."

"Father Pound" sounded enthusiastically from below.

"Different from other departments of Xingxi Academy, the graduation standard of the Department of Divine Art is not to reach the first-level priest, because the learning difficulty of divine arts is much higher than that of magic, and some students cannot reach the entry level when they graduate. of……"

Riemann: Liar.

It is obviously the reason why you threw those people with high affinity for other elements into the magic department regardless of their affinity for light elements.

But he just complained in his heart like a conditioned reflex, and on the surface it was completely the same little worry as other students.

Seeing Riemann's worried expression, Dean Pound smiled kindly: "But Riemann, you obviously don't need to worry about such things. With your talent, you will definitely enter the ranks of official priests within a year."

Riemann, who was suddenly named: ...

That's right, he is now a key student with extraordinary talent, and he always has the teacher's special attention. Forgot, he shouldn't use this expression.

"That's why the graduation standard of the Divine Art Department will rely more on your understanding and interpretation of the classics. Combat strength only accounts for half of the score."

Riemann: …………………

Help, he regretted coming to the magic department even more.

"But everyone should not take it lightly, after all, there is still half of the score in this course, especially those students who want to walk as outstanding graduates of Xingxi Academy in the future..."

When Dean Pound said this, he looked at Riemann kindly again.

Riemann smiled back decently, but his stomach hurt even more.

"Then we will now officially begin class."

"The performance of divine magic relies on the ubiquitous light around us, but to perform divine magic, we can't just see and feel light, but communicate with light."

"And light, that is, God itself, we can recite the name of the God of Light, relying on pure sincerity and understanding of the teachings that the God of Light is trying to teach us, we can gain God's favor, so that we have the ability to communicate with light."

"Now, please close your eyes, put your hands together, and recite his name—Baldemis—with the most pious attitude."

Riemann closed his eyes obediently, and chanted the name of the God of Light with the others.

For a while, there was a burst of "Baldemis" in the classroom.

"Now, do you feel the light in the dark?"

Riemann:?

He murmured in his heart... Really?Can you really feel it?Why can't he feel anything... Do people in the Holy See really learn magic like this?

Could it be that they lied to this group of students...

"Now, open your eyes."

Riemann put down his hand and opened his eyes, and so did the others.

"Did anyone feel the presence of light during the process just now?"

When Dean Pound said this, although the subject was facing everyone, his eyes obviously only fell on Riemann.

Riemann: ...

stressed.

The pressure mainly lies in - he is not sure whether he "should feel the existence of light".

Although he undoubtedly can't feel anything, what if the other party feels that this means that he is not pious enough... Although he is indeed not pious enough, his full-level affinity for the light element is all due to his violent cracking. A person like him who traveled halfway through could not integrate into the local beliefs at all, this can feel like a ghost...

However, the biggest crime in another world may be "not believing in God".

So he hesitated for a moment before replying ambiguously, "A little bit, but I'm not sure if that means I feel the light."

Dean Pound immediately showed an expression of "as expected": "Our Mr. Riemann has already successfully felt the light element, and other students don't need to be discouraged. Generally speaking, few people can successfully complete this step in the first class. "

Riemann: ...

You said it earlier...

"Let's continue. In order to better feel the ubiquitous light element in the dark, we can also strengthen the connection with God through the following methods. First of all, please recall, in your past life, have you ever been touched by God? At the time of rescue, is there any time when you are in extreme pain and can only seek God's comfort..."

"Please enter into that memory as much as possible, reproduce your state of mind at that time, and then completely let go of your mind, while chanting his name, embrace the ubiquitous light."

Riemann: ...

After half a class, Riemann felt the spirit of the magic stick, but he didn't feel the so-called bright element at all... he couldn't sit still. In his life, oh no, he had never taken such a difficult class in his previous life.

It's not that he has any opinions on learning the system within the Holy See. He has always been able to bend and stretch. Anyway, he has come anyway, so why not learn?

The main reason is that he... really can't feel anything, he doesn't know what feedback to give, and he doesn't know how much he should learn. He is obviously a scumbag, but the teacher has high hopes for you, and calls your name from time to time .

Riemann: ...

"Now, if you still can't feel the existence of any light element, then we can skip this part first."

"Please recite this secret phrase—it means, summon the light."

Riemann's spirit lifted—here he came!He will answer this question!

A ring of magic [Summon · Light], he analyzed it!

After chanting the secret phrase meaning "summoning light" with everyone, Riemann first paddled the water twice, and when he chanted in unison for the third time, a white light appeared in front of him.

Dean Pang De was taken aback, and the words continued to come out of his mouth: "This does not mean that you can summon light, but the process of trying to use this magic will make the light element closer to you and become more active, so that you can continue to summon light." ritual, and feel the light."

Riemann: ...

Why didn't you say it earlier.