I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

deja vu outrageous

Ordinary objects are enchanted, like twisters that are lit and touched with olive oil, turning from fibers to wicks that burn with fire, and the more oil, the longer it burns.Likewise, the strength of the magic determines how long the item will be enchanted.

Bright magic items like the magic mirror are directly endowed with magic power by the gods. For such magic items, a few decades are just a blink of an eye.

Just a few days ago, Fran learned the magic knowledge about enchanted items from the dark theology.

It is not enough to study theory alone, and the strict "mentor" will naturally not let her go easily.

In addition to identifying enchanted items, she also needs to master how to enchant items.

And now these wooden music boxes in front of Fran, each one has exquisite patterns carved on the front and back of the box cover, and the oiled curved spring on the right is also glowing smooth and shiny.

It's just that these music boxes are all covered with faint traces of bright magic, as if a careless fairy witch swept her hands and left the magic power on them.

The whole body of the emaciated stall owner looked like a patient half buried in the soil, listless, with dark circles under his eyes, not in the slightest touch with a magician.

His business is not as popular as the next art master, the Duke of Else.

As for why the Duke of Else did not come to the market to sell paintings on a whim, just like Fran said, it was not important to her.

What matters are these music boxes with traces of light magic.

"How do you sell your music box?"

The young stall owner was slumped and sleepy, and when he heard that someone wanted to buy his own things, his whole body shook.

When she looked up, she was a gorgeous and picturesque noble beauty.

"Miss, these music boxes are all made by myself, and each one only costs 50 silver coins."

Fifty silver coins is the income of many families working for a whole day.

"Your music box is not cheap. Is there anything special about it?" Fran picked up one, seemingly inspecting the pattern on it, but actually looking at the magic covered on it.

The stall owner cleared his throat and confessed that he was a traveling merchant.

Once he came to a remote country. People in this country have a very uniform schedule and spend most of their time sleeping.

After he inquired, he found out that in the clock tower of this country, there is a magical music box that plays music on time every day. When people hear the melody of the music box, they will fall asleep and feel sleepy.

One day, while playing music on a music box, he engraved the melody on his handmade sound tube with the music, thinking of making a music box and selling it in other countries.

It is amazing to say that he also felt sleepy when he heard the music, but when he woke up, he found that the sound tube had been made by himself unconsciously.

After testing, the businessman found that the music box made of the same melody has the same effect as the music box in the tower. As long as you listen to this melody, you can fall asleep soon.

"So I named it Good Dream Music Box."

Seeing the businessman's dark circles and sunken eye sockets, Fran fell silent: "..."

I think you are lying to me, but I have no proof.

"Beautiful lady, please believe me, as long as you twist this music box, you will be able to fall asleep before the clockwork stops." The young businessman saw Fran's question and patted his chest to assure him.

Just in his current state, patting his chest almost made him stagger.

"Okay." Fran originally planned to buy it and study it. She raised three fingers, "30 silver coins."

As far as she knew, the wooden music box was not worth 50 silver coins at all.

The businessman didn't expect the gorgeously dressed noble lady to counter the price, and he was a little embarrassed: "I can get 40 silver coins. These music boxes really cost me a lot of hard work."

"29 silver coins."

"...35 silver coins?"

"28 silver coins."

"I, I, I... I sell!"

Holding the music box of 28 silver coins, Fran returned to the castle contentedly.

That night, after testing that the magic power on the surface of the music box was barely enough to cause damage, she turned the clockwork and placed the music box next to the pillow.

The internal sound tube rolls, vibrates across the sound bar, and begins to play a soft melody, which sounds like a soothing serenade,

The moon rose, and the branches and leaves of the illuminated tree were crackling, and Fran fell into a deep sleep for a few seconds.

Where is this place?

The dense tree trunks imprison Fran in the center, and there are dense white shadows hiding behind the tree trunks or protruding their heads.

These shadows are fat and thin, giants and dwarves, and even non-humanoid.

These white shadows seemed to be staring at her, forcing her to get very close, so close that people couldn't breathe.

At this time, it is better to run away than to fight foolishly.

Fran then turned around and ran, she was obviously running very fast, the ground was shaking, and the trees on both sides were retreating rapidly.

But the shadow behind her is still very close to her, and there is no way to keep the distance away.

After a while, she gave up.

The subconscious told her that this was a dream, and there was no need for her to run any further.

She stopped, but the shadow did not stop.

One after another, they threw her to the ground one after another, slowly taking away the light above her head.

In the next second, a heart-piercing pain came, and those white shadows began to bite her flesh.

—she was about to be eaten raw.

Isn't this a fairy tale?Why are nightmares in fairy tales so scary?

As soon as this thought came into being, the pain in my body suddenly eased.

Something soft and liquid-like slowly attached to her body along the ground, slowly wrapping her and separating her from those shadows.

Soon, the sense of tearing disappeared, replaced by endless darkness and waiting.

Gradually, the light appeared again, and the shadows faded from her body.

Looking up, there was a huge blurry full moon above her head, and the torn wounds on her body healed in an instant.

It's just that the things clinging to her in the darkness also disappeared.

……

Fran opened her eyes.

She has already forgotten the pain of being bitten, but the feeling of being wrapped up in the long time is still fresh in her memory.

In the next second, her gaze turned to the music box by the window.

The clockwork had long since stopped turning, but no accident, her nightmares came from this little magic item.

That businessman is indeed a big liar.

Early the next morning, Bai Xue noticed that Fran's spirit was not very good.

"Godmother, would you like to take a rest today?"

"I don't need it." Fran yawned deeply, "The place I went today is the most suitable place to rest."

Bai Xue was confused: "Where is the best place to rest?"

Looking at the Noble Academy of Magic behind the high wall, Fran wanted to tell Bai Xue that this was the most suitable place to rest.

But in order to avoid the little white rabbit being badly influenced by her before she started learning magic, she decided to hold back first.

This is the only magic academy in the Black Forest.

Thanks to the Duke of Stington, she obtained a recommendation from him and managed to gain admission to the academy under a false identity.

She also changed her appearance to avoid being recognized.

This academy was also funded by a certain nobleman, but I heard that this nobleman had a new hobby recently, so he approved Fran's admission without asking too much about her identity.

As for why she came to this academy, it was naturally that the academy she was still planning had no venue yet.

The instructor has already prostituted one for free, if the venue can have another prostitute for free... no, it would be great if there is another ready-made one.

From the outside, this college is almost the most luxurious building next to the royal palace and noble castles.

In the college surrounded by high walls, there are retro auditoriums, libraries, and even large gardens.

Not bad, she likes this place very much.

The instructor who led the door showed Fran around, and then looked at the young woman in a simple gray-blue dress and a round hat headdress in front of her.Every time he showed her a place, her eyes twinkled a little.

The mentor mistook this point of light for a look of seeking knowledge, and began to feel worried for her.

Although she was recommended by the Duke of Stington, she was not a child of any nobleman he knew well.

It's not like those high-spirited magicians who were selected by the nobles for training.

It's not that he has never seen this kind of look, but most of the people with this kind of look failed to persist until graduation.

On the one hand, it is because not everyone can easily learn magic, and on the other hand, it is because...

"Miss, allow me to inform you in advance that if you have no friends here, you may urgently need to find a noble lady to be your friend."

A woman like her who doesn't have any noble friends in the academy is easily bullied.

Fran: "Is there only one day to find it?"

College Tutor: ?

Fran smiled and didn't explain much. Holding the magic book given by the instructor, she went to the assigned classroom by herself.

In the teaching corridor, she roughly estimated the number of people in the school based on the class and number of people.

From the perspective of the occupied area, there are only about thirty or forty students in the college that can accommodate a thousand people, and these students are divided into two classes.

But as far as she knew, there were nearly twenty magic instructors in this school.

Twenty teachers teaching this little student?

Not to mention the level of these teachers themselves, but it is a bit wasteful.

In her class, the students are teaching the theory of elemental magic.

The instructor of Elemental Magic Theory already knew that there would be new students joining, so she asked her to choose a seat by herself.

And the eyes of those noble students are not very friendly.

Some of them don't care whether they can learn magic or not, but they take it for granted that this school has widened the gap between them and those wealthy commoners to a certain extent.

Therefore, a person like Fran with an empty appearance and no name is not qualified to sit in the same classroom as them.

Fran walked to the last row of the classroom without hesitation. The view here is very good. After the establishment of the academy, Bai Xue must also come to experience it.

The instructor's voice on the stage came into Fran's ears intermittently.

There is too much theoretical knowledge, and Fran, who is used to being forced by the dark god to practice a lot, fell into a sweet dream not long after.

It's just that this dream didn't last long, and Fran was woken up by someone.

"Teacher, is it appropriate for this kind of freshman to sleep soundly when he first arrives?"

Fran rubbed her eyes and looked at the instructor on the stage, he seemed to be in a dilemma.

The person who spoke was the youngest son of Duke Lauwin. He was usually the one who snored the loudest, but now he reported her because he didn't like his new classmate.

"Teacher, I didn't sleep on purpose." Fran raised her hand to signal, "I learned magic all night yesterday, and I know what you said."

What the hell?The freshman said that she learned magic all night, she was bragging enough.

The instructor didn't intend to embarrass Fran, after all, he couldn't afford to offend most of the people in this academy.

"Then repeat what I just taught about the element of earth."

At times like this, ordinary students just flip through the book and read the theories in the book and it will be fine.

Fran is no ordinary student.

"Earth element is the only elemental energy that is difficult to self-generate through magic. Most of it comes from the soil. In black, no, in magic, compared to producing earth element, it gives its own magic power to the soil and controls the soil. Elemental particles are more effective."

Listening to Fran's description, the instructor silently began to flip through the book.

Have these sentences appeared in the book?

But why, does he really sound like that?

"Teacher, she's making it up!" Duke Lauwin's youngest son, of course, would not let Fran go.

"Indeed, my personal tutor doesn't like theoretical knowledge, so I don't have a good theoretical grasp." Fran said honestly,

Mentors at the Podium: Personal Tutors?

"Allow me to prove it with practice." Fran walked up to the podium generously, and there was a pot of soil on it.

Just now, the instructor used magic to shake this small piece of soil, simulating the shaking of the land caused by controlling the soil through the earth element.

This movement made the instructor feel that the freshman was trying to be brave. She didn't need to do this to this extent. She really only needed to read the book.

"Elemental magic is often formed by controlling the element particles in nature, such as fire..." Thinking of her black and blue flames, Fran put it another way, "Water element can be condensed by controlling the thin air in the air." water vapor, but you can also magically generate water element particles out of thin air to condense into water."

While speaking, water droplets appeared on her palm, and under her magic, these water droplets gathered into a small water ball.

tutor:? ? ?

Even if it is him, it is already the limit to control the water element to move, let alone produce water element.

Franco controls the infiltration of this water into the soil in the pot.

"However, earth elements are very difficult to generate out of thin air, often only by controlling the element particles in the soil."

The quiet and moist soil received her magic and began to surge upwards. It rushed out of its original height, as if it had life, and in front of all the students, it formed the shape of a small person.

Next, enchant.

The enchantment can guarantee that the effect of the earth element will continue to exist for a period of time after she removes the magic.

Under the astonished gazes of each one, the clay figurine jumped out while holding onto the edge of the flower pot, jumped onto the desk of the first classmate, and then jumped to the next one.

Finally, it landed on the desk of Duke Lauwin's youngest son.

The clay figurine rushed towards the young master. Amidst his screams, the time for enchanting was up, and the lump of mud exploded, scattering him all over.

"Ah, accident." Fran apologized sincerely.

But the instructor of Elemental Magic Theory can no longer hear anything.

What's this?This is the height he pursued all his life!

Rather than reading boring theories on the podium, he also wants to master this kind of magic and then teach it to his students.

He doesn't know a little magic, but he has to teach the theory, because once he enters the practice, these noble ladies and young masters who don't have any talent for magic will complain that his courses are too difficult and lose their temper.

And he, too, will be fired for complaining.

Studying magic is his dream, and only this magic academy in the country can provide books and opportunities for a commoner like him who is lucky enough to be a magic instructor at the academy.

After class, the instructor immediately expressed that he wanted to chat with Fran.

Coincidentally, Fran also had something to say to this mentor.

"This lady, your personal tutor, can I have the honor to know and become her or his student?"

Fran:?

She didn't expect this speech.

"My tutor is more demanding in picking students, and generally only picks from insiders."

Like his followers.

The instructor looked regretful.

"However, I am willing to provide you with a unique opportunity. Not only can you get rid of these students who can't teach, but you can also learn orthodox magic."

?

This time it's a magic teacher asking for a question mark.

The same content will be prepared in the same way in the next few classes.

Several magic instructors wanted to talk to Fran in private.

Fran also discovered that the magic of these mentors is very messy, and the theoretical knowledge is patchwork.

After all, whether it is light magic or dark magic, in this country, they are all fragmented.

There is almost no second person like Mr. Barker who has a complete black magic theory handed down from his ancestors.

Of course, it is also possible that the "second person" has no talent and cannot learn it if he has it.

At this time, the Duke of Stington, who was coordinating the magic potion business in the south of the city, sneezed violently.

Stington:?

It shouldn't be, why does he feel that someone is talking bad about him.

In the afternoon, Fran had already met with most of the instructors of the academy.

Although confused, they were all willing to accept the opportunity offered by Fran.

She promised to give them better magical resources than this school, and students with better talents.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before someone told her that the headmaster wanted to talk to her.

The principal of this college is naturally the nobleman who contributed.

In Fran's view, people who are not magic instructors or who don't know magic are not qualified to be the principal of the magic academy.

So this point, she will have to rectify it later.

The blank page at the back of the textbook was densely filled with her thoughts.

Silently, she made another note.

"You heard someone poaching my corner?"

The Duke of Else was dissatisfied with the sudden surprise.

Not long ago, he suddenly picked up his love for painting.

Compared with the small means of earning money in the past, painting is what he loves now.

Just now, he managed to come up with a new inspiration, and was told by his magician servant that a student of the Magic Academy privately reported that a freshman was poaching the corners of the mentors.

This magic academy is the only magic academy in the Black Forest.

The corner of the wall has been dug, where can it be filled?

Although he couldn't believe it, as the principal, he still had to investigate the matter himself.

After all, some of the other nobles attended this academy.

"Dong Dong" knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"I heard that you did something privately in my academy..." Duke Else raised his head, his facial expression froze.

Why does the student in front of me seem so familiar?

"So it's you, Duke Else!" Fran noticed that besides Else, there was a magician wearing a wide-brimmed hat that she had seen before.She sat down on the chair opposite the desk familiarly, "It would be much easier if it was you."

How easy is it?What can I do?

As soon as Fran opened her mouth, the woman who made him change his plan all afternoon immediately appeared in Elsie's mind.

"Fu, Fu...Fulan, Your Highness, Your Highness?!" He almost bit his tongue.

"Seeing that you are so excited to see me, then I won't be polite." Fran's eyes narrowed like a cat ready to go.

She spread out a folded parchment in front of Duke Else.

On the parchment it read: Deed of Assignment.

The Duke of Else read two lines and understood them.

Fran wants to buy his magic academy? !

Fran: "I also want to open a magic academy in the near future. I just like your location and architecture very much, so I want to buy it."

She knew that these nobles were all old foxes, and she needed to deal with them well.

The Duke of Else in front of him finished reading the contract in a daze, and asked cautiously, "Do you really want to buy this academy?"

"Yes." Fran said, "Even if you don't want to sell, it's too late." Most of the mentors were poached by her.

Else: ?

Duke Else thought for a while and made up his mind: "I am willing to sell it to you, but I have one condition!"

Fran didn't expect him to let go so quickly.

I saw this middle-aged nobleman took the contract, wrote two lines on it, and handed it back.

[Condition: The Duke of Stington can select my design when selecting product logos among the works of painters. ]

After reading this line, Fran: "..."

***

Fran, who thought she would be able to rest today, returned to the palace with tired waist and back pain.

Yesterday I visited old Buck, the magic mentor, and today I bought another academy.

The seemingly fulfilling two days are her rare days off recently.

After returning to the room, a familiar god was sitting on her chair, looking up and down at the music box.

His eyes were calm today, and he never even looked at her when she came in.

"I heard that you went to the Magic Academy today? I thought you asked for leave to rest for two days."

To Fran, the words that obviously lacked any emotion sounded like turbulent tides under the surface of a calm sea.

Ah, the Duke of Stington must have told him.

As a teacher, what would you think if you heard that your students went to other places to study behind their backs?

— she felt that she was not teaching well!

Fran dodged her eyes, looked to the left, and then looked to the right with a guilty conscience: "Master Dark God, the teachers in those colleges really teach poorly, not one ten-thousandth as good as you."

He ignored her.

"Not only did I learn nothing from anyone but you, but I showed them your education and they all admired you!"

He still ignored her.

"I didn't go to class today, but to do business!" Fran tried to explain, "I bought a magic academy, where dark magic courses will be offered."

He finally looked up at her.

Fran continued her efforts: "Master Dark God, besides you, I will never recognize anyone else in this world as my magic teacher. You will always be the only one in my heart!"

"The only one?" He seemed to be moved by Fran at last, and after looking at her meaningfully, he held up the music box, "Then what's going on with this thing?"

"Did you also find something wrong with this music box?" After finishing speaking, Fran felt that his answer was a bit strange.

He only heard him say: "There are other dark magic breaths in this thing."

Fran:?

Fran:.

Fran:! ! !