After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Therefore, in the following "intense" competition, this Schrödinger's wand became the most eye-catching protagonist, without the limelight.

Some wonderful operations include but not limited to:

The head-sized fireball fired by Cyril was doubled in size, so that it almost burned the clothes of Philip who was close at hand; it turned Philip's cool freezing technique into a scene on the stage About 10 seconds of goose feather snow...

The freshmen watching off the stage unexpectedly watched a good magic performance.

Except for the occasional heartache when I think of my wrong bet, the rest of the time is still very happy.

Finally, when the fine sand in the hourglass was about to run out, Cyril quickly released a "binding spell" to trip Philip to the ground, stepped forward and snatched the wand in his hand, reaching the point where the opponent could not continue to attack after the game time ended Asked to win the game.

It is worth noting that when Philip stepped off the stage holding his wand, there was even a hint of relief that contained multiple complex emotions on his face.

"Is there anyone else who wants to continue the challenge?"

The puppet referee turned his head 180 degrees left and right, looking around at the freshmen around him.

Everyone was a little hesitant.

After all, the strength that Cyril showed just now should not be underestimated - he can release a powerful spell without a wand, who knows if he has any other tricks.

Although some new students do have some magical objects that can be used for offense, they all know that there will be unknown wizard apprentice grading trials.

If you use up all your hole cards now, it will be bad if you encounter more troublesome or higher-yielding scenes later.

Everyone was thinking quietly.

The scene was silent for a moment, and no one responded.

Seeing that no one continued to challenge, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, his almond eyes curved.

1000 witch crystals have arrived!

The feeling of being rich increases!

Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, the puppet paused for a moment, and then said, "Cyril Lawrence..."

Its sound is very smooth, without ups and downs.

Cyril raised his head and looked at the puppet referee, intending to wait for it to finish speaking before asking it where to collect its own witch crystal reward.

"If you are willing to compete with me again, if you win, the restaurant and all other facilities on the 'Black' will be open to you for free."

The machine sound of the puppet referee was clearly heard by everyone.

Cyril couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

Black Heart Restaurant is open for free!

The rewards are indeed very generous, but the strength of this puppet...

Seeming to see the worries in Cyril's heart, the puppet referee continued: "My strength will be suppressed to the same level as yours, you can rest assured about that."

"What if I lose?"

Cyril quickly thought of this, but don't let him return the Wu Jing he just won.

"If you lose, the reward of 1000 witch crystals in the previous defending competition will not change, it's just that you won't be able to get the reward for this competition."

The puppet referee replied.

Is there such a good thing?

Cyril raised his eyes and gave the puppet a fixed look, as if he wanted to find the puppet thread on it, but found nothing.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's crisp voice sounded.

"I accept the challenge."

This time, Paris and his team, who had won five times their chips in the previous round, still bet firmly on Cyril.

There are still many freshmen who are looking at Cyril and the puppet, hesitating whether to support Cyril.

Cyril didn't notice this, he lowered his eyes and thought about why the puppet referee would ask to continue the game with him.

What does it mean that the strength is the same as yourself?

Mental strength?magic?physical fitness?

Not long after, Cyril and the puppet referee stood at both ends of the circular stage.

Another puppet dealer took over the position of referee for this game.

"Prepare--!"

It raises its voice.

Cyril clenched his fists and then suddenly released them, taking a deep breath.

The freshmen watching from the audience also fell silent, watching the game nervously.

"3!—2!—1! The game begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the puppet opposite Cyril took the lead in attacking.

It hit Cyril's little head with a fireball technique.

The size of this fireball and the speed of its rotation are exactly the same as those released by Cyril in the previous game.

Cyril nimbly dodged sideways, and at the same time raised his eyebrows slightly, thoughtful.

"Raging fire!"

He said the spell quickly.

After thousands of times of practice, Cyril has been able to guide the magic power to outline the magic runes almost instantly.

A fireball twice the size of the one released by the puppet just now flew towards its neck.

The opponent also dodged sideways, which was exactly the same as Cyril's just now.

The next moment, the puppet released a fireball with exactly the same speed and size as Cyril.

It is like a photocopier, it does what Cyril does, it is very precise and exact.

To those in the audience, it looked like two Cyril Lawrences were fighting.

The posture of the move, the size of the magic power, and even the habitual left and right feet when running are all exactly the same.

Fortunately, the obvious distinguishing mark is that one has hair and the other has no hair.

After a while, Cyril panted and dodged the puppet's attack.

He realized that this was not going to work.

Man, how do you beat yourself?

This is a deep philosophical question.

But now Cyril doesn't want to think about such mysterious philosophical issues.

Since the puppet is imitating himself, there must be rules to follow, and he has to find a way to break it quickly.

[System, call out a brand new attack plan! ]

[Okay!Good! 】

Cyril gave up magic attacks and turned to close combat.

With the help and prediction of the system, he could barely draw with the puppet.

Fortunately, Cyril discovered that the puppet is not born to imitate him, but has an extremely short learning time.

When he changed the system to another attack plan, the puppet still needed a certain amount of time to react.

This shows that the puppet can only use what it has seen so far.

It cannot imitate what Cyril himself has mastered and has not yet shown.

Although the opponent's reaction time may be less than 15 seconds, it is enough!

So, Cyril began to use all his strength to attack the puppet's left and right sides, forcing it into a small area as much as possible.

Cyril dodged around the circular stage. Due to the previous test, the puppet learned more attack skills from him, and he inevitably suffered a lot of injuries.

But Cyril's almond eyes were particularly bright.

If you observe more carefully, you will find that his bright red and soft lips are gently opening and closing, singing something.

After Cyril hastily dodged a "corrosion arrow" again and rolled to the edge of the circular stage, he shouted in a low voice—"Crackling explosion!"

At the moment when the spell was uttered, Cyril felt that all the magic power in his body was instantly drained away.

Even the curse is constantly asking for something from him, trying to get into his brain and take away the remaining mental power.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his exquisite eyebrows and eyes showed obvious pain.

Cyril's knees went limp and he couldn't help but fell on the stage.

At the same time, the figure of the puppet stopped, as if bound by some invisible thing, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a loud sound of "啪——!", and the whole body of the puppet burst into pieces.

This is a much more spectacular bursting scene than the fireworks initially displayed by Schrödinger's wand, and it is shocking.

Cyril tried his best to support his body with his arms, raised his head, and looked at the scene where the puppet fell apart in shock.

This is an author's original little spell that he saw in "Strange Creature Cooking Manual" - "Crackling Curse". The author commented that it is very suitable for frying fathead fish in a small pool.

Cyril silently glanced at the wreckage of the puppets scattered on the ground, and blinked.

He expected that this little spell would be harmful to a certain extent (after all, it was used to fry fish), so he thought of using it against the puppet by surprise, and then added other spells to deepen the attack.

But I didn't expect it to be so harmful!

It is clearly written in the book: "Considering the universality of this spell, I specially chanted for a long time to accumulate magic power, making it a simple 'mentally retarded' little spell that even young wizard apprentices can successfully use." ".

Hey guys, did the author of "The Cookbook of Strange Creatures" have a misunderstanding about "mentally retarded"?

Cyril's thoughts drifted, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Even the hard puppet was blown to pieces. Is the fat-headed fish in the small pool an iron turtle?

Or he missed some important points, and he will have to take a closer look at the biological description of the fathead fish after returning.

However, now Cyril finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although things are not as he originally planned, but the same goal by different routes - just kill the puppet.

After he chanted the "Cracking Curse", his mental power and magic power were all exhausted. At this time, his limbs were weak and exhausted, and he had no way to continue the game.

"The game is over."

Cyril slowly got up from the ground.

He made a calm gesture, walked up to the puppet dealer who was in charge of refereeing the game, and said in an affirmative tone.

"Praise of your strength, Mr. Lawrence."

The puppet dealer nodded, put his white-gloved right hand on his left chest, bowed slightly to show his respect.

"Your reward, Mr. Butler Papeet, will be presented to you soon."

it continued.

Cyril responded lightly and stepped off the circular stage.

The previous fierce fight had caused his black curly hair to fall loose, hanging loosely on both sides of his cheeks.

He showed a small half of his face, his complexion was extremely pale at this time, his long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, and his whole person looked like a beautiful but weak butterfly.

Now, however, no one would think that Cyril was as beautiful and soft as he looked.

The crowd offered to make way for him.

The freshmen watched with reverence and longing for the warrior who blasted the puppet figures they could not resist.

"you lose."

Brian looked at the picture displayed on the crystal ball in front of him, with a smile in his eyes.

He sits languidly, with a relaxed demeanor.

"It surprised me that!"

Chris murmured softly.

He didn't expect that there was such a genius in this freshman class!

An undoubted genius, to be able to use magic so freely without the aid of a wand.

It doesn't look like a mountain dew at all, but it can tear off a layer of skin from an opponent in a fight.

No, more than tearing off a layer of skin!

This freshman directly blasted his carefully crafted puppet!

fry!crack!open!up!

Grass, so angry.

Chris stared at the picture of the crystal ball until he watched Cyril walk out of the casino before looking away.

No, the dean doesn't look like he's meeting this freshman for the first time!

Now that Chris knows it, the two of them must have been having an affair a long time ago!

Otherwise, why did he ask for a group arena when this kid was on stage, and bet that he would win for sure.

Even after he won a game, he asked his puppet to compete with this new student, and offered him a free restaurant!

Brian ignored what Chris was muttering aside.

He caught a glimpse of Cyril's pale and haggard appearance and the blood stains on the back of his white hands, his eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face faded.

The peach blossom eyes of the handsome man behind the monocle are dark and dark, meaning unclear.

Brian straightened up suddenly and stood up. Before leaving, he left a word for Chris who was full of thoughts-"Remember to deliver the gift you prepared on time."

The necromancer's cold and light words echoed in the room, but the others had disappeared.

When the dean left just now, he seemed to be in a bad mood again, obviously he was the one who lost the bet!

"Damn it, one or two are so annoying!"

Chris cursed secretly, feeling sorry for the witch crystals he was about to spend for preparing gifts.

He still has to save money to buy a beautiful little dress!He is easy!

Cyril walked out of the casino under the gaze of everyone.

He is literally hungry and tired right now.

His footsteps are sloppy, his eyes are full of stars, coupled with his pale face, it seems that non-human creatures are trying to imitate the behavior of human beings walking upright.

When he finally reached the door of the room, he almost fell on the door.

When Cyril entered the door, he immediately threw himself onto the bed, feeling as if he had fallen into a ball of soft cotton.

He fell asleep quickly.

Cyril, who was sleeping, didn't see a soft white light from the rose necklace around his neck, which instantly enveloped him.

This white light diffused silently to every part of his body, healing all the wounds in detail.

Cyril only felt that someone was giving him a massage in his dream.

The technique is mellow and gentle, not only the physical exhaustion, but even the exhausted mental power and magic power seem to flow back.

The healing white light inspected Cyril's body from head to toe, and slowly disappeared after making sure that there was nothing missing.

And Cyril, who was sleeping, walked out of the massage shop with satisfaction and came to a seafood city.

He looked at the dazzling seafood feast with attractive aroma, his stomach growled, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, just as Cyril was about to reach out to pick up the dishes, the seafood in front of him disappeared suddenly, and he was in vain.

Cyril woke up suddenly, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

In front of me is still the first-class cabin of the Black, with intricate patterns interlocking on the ceiling.

Looking at the time, he actually slept until midnight!

Cyril sat up, thinking of the dream that had just been interrupted, and felt his stomach growl unsatisfied.

It's time for a big meal, hopefully the restaurant is still open now!

It was hard to beat the puppet before, but it must be worth it!

Cyril got out of bed happily.

When he stood on his feet, he was surprised to find that all his energy seemed to be restored.

Abundant spiritual power and magic power spread in his body.

The effect of sleeping is so wonderful!

Cyril was amazed.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which was very polite.

The visitor first tapped lightly, paused for a second, and then tapped slightly harder twice in a row.

Cyril opened the door, and Mr. Papit, the steward of the Black, stood at the door.

The puppet butler saluted him politely, then handed a brass card to Cyril.

This brass card is extremely delicate. On the back is a black rose flower in full bloom, and in the center of the rose flower is a pattern of a balance.

On the other side of the brass card, you can see the number "1000" inlaid in small boxes.

Cyril understood that if Wu Jing was consumed, the number above would roll over to the remaining amount.

This was the membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce that he had seen Philip use in the Black Heart Restaurant before.

"Considering that Mr. Lawrence doesn't have a convenient tool to store witch crystals, I prepared this membership card for you on my own initiative, which contains 1000 witch crystals, which is your reward for winning the competition. This membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce is still valid in the Wizarding Continent, if you need to exchange it for an actual witch crystal, I will prepare it for you right away."

The puppet butler pointed to the brass card in Cyril's hand and explained in detail.

"Thank you, Mr. Papert! You don't need to change to Wu Jing anymore, it's good."

Cyril nodded and thanked the puppet housekeeper.

Then, he saw Mr. Housekeeper take out a thick leather book with a dark green cover.

Cyril took it with some confusion.

He opened it and saw that the paper inside this book was smooth and high-grade incensed parchment.

The ink on it is gorgeous and smooth, and there are a series of words that particularly affect Cyril's mind at this time: smooth sea bass balls, deep-fried mullet rolls, lobster in blue flower coconut sauce, soft fried anchovy shrimp...

"This is the menu in the restaurant Black, which includes all the dishes and drinks provided in the restaurant. When you need to order food, just press and hold the name of the dish on the menu with your finger, and when the name of the dish lights up in red, it means ordering Success. In a short time, the waiter will deliver the prepared dishes to you."

Butler Papeet explained conscientiously.

"If you have any dishes you want to eat, you can also give me feedback, and I will arrange for the chef to add them to the menu. And as agreed, you will be free of charge for meals and other activities on board the Black."

The puppet butler added.

Such considerate service immediately flattered Cyril.

It is really a sense of accomplishment to eat Bawang meal in the black heart restaurant.

After thanking Mr. Butler, he returned to the room with the menu.

Since there is a home delivery service, Cyril doesn't have to go to the restaurant to eat.

After all, when the other freshmen were still eating black bread, if he tasted delicious food wantonly, he would attract jealousy for no reason.

Cyril scanned the menu carefully and quickly, with an attitude as serious and rigorous as reading two magic books.

He quickly made a decision to order, and then waited with great anticipation for the food to be served.

After a while, there was a light knock on the door.

The puppet waiter brought over the freshly baked food and told Cyril to leave it at the door after eating, and he would come over in time to clean it up.

The barbecue seafood chowder is very rich: there are octopus with firm meat and fragrant sauce; there are salt and pepper shrimps that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Large blue crab with tender and plump meat and golden color...

The smooth and tender macaroni is perfectly wrapped in the thick sauce; on the surface of the tempting onion soup, a small piece of toast covered with cheese floats; the soft black forest cake slowly melts on the tip of the tongue... …

Oh, it's so delicious! !

Cyril enjoyed his wonderful dinner slowly and burped in satisfaction.

After a full meal, Cyril didn't feel sleepy, and even wanted to go for a walk on the deck to refresh himself.

So, he walked out of the door lightly and came to the deck of the cruise ship.

At this time, a round of bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight is as cool as water, quietly pouring on the boundless sea, sparkling waves.

The night is deep and mysterious, the sea is calm and calm, and everything around seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there is a sense of tranquility from the depths of the sea.

Cyril opened his eyes wide and looked at the faint sea, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from beside him

"Can't sleep?"

The man's deep and elegant voice was full of magnetism.

Cyril looked like a frightened deer, with a pair of black and white eyes, turning his head to look at the source of the sound.

The profile of Mr. Wizard is still surprisingly handsome under the clear moonlight.

His lowered and slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and the color of his eyes was as rich as the night, so dark that he could not see the bottom.

"Mr. Scott...good evening?"

Cyril was a little surprised that Mr. Scott, who hadn't seen him for a long time, suddenly appeared.

He hesitated and greeted politely, the boy's voice was clear and soft.

Although, it was a bit too coincidental for the two to meet on an empty deck in the middle of the night...

Cyril's heart was beating wildly.

No way... Is Mr. Scott going to do something to himself again? !

"I took a nap in the afternoon, and now I don't feel sleepy, so I just came out for a walk."

Cyril met the other party's scrutinizing gaze, pretended to be nonchalant, and explained obediently and honestly, with a soft voice.

"Is that so..."

Brian whispered, his voice so soft that it seemed to be talking to himself.

He glanced at Cyril casually, and saw that he seemed to have regained his energy, so he said casually, "Do you want to go to the bottom of the sea?"

Cyrillic:? ? ?

what did you say?Under the sea?

When Cyril heard the word, he blinked quickly.

Mr. Scott's voice was even deeper and hoarse in the night, with a trace of subtle temptation.

Brian watched the other party's beautiful almond eyes suddenly widen, big and round, with long and curly eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

It looks very well-behaved, but when it gets tough, it can exhaust its magic power and blow up all the wizard's puppets.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes filled with interest, and the monocle quickly reflected a moonlight.

In the next moment, Cyril only felt Mr. Scott's warm body suddenly approaching, and the very clear and very light unique breath on his body hit him overwhelmingly.

The other party's slender and powerful arms also tightly wrapped around his waist.

Then, Mr. Wizard hugged him, tapped the ground lightly, and jumped into the air all at once.

Cyril's pupils constricted suddenly, and he felt them falling straight from midair to the dark sea.

The author has something to say: Jack: If you jump, I will too.

Bryan: Let's dance together.

Cyrillic:? ? ?No, I don't want to.

The dishes "smooth sea bass balls, fried mullet rolls, lobster in blue cauliflower sauce, soft fried anchovy shrimp" are from "Famous Seafood Recipes"