The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann let his brain rest for a while before re-inserting his mental power into the scroll.

The teleportation magic model that has been repaired is as complex as what Riemann saw just now, but all the small incongruities have disappeared, showing only pure beauty.

Riemann withdrew his mental power, and then threw an identification technique up.

[Teleportation scroll (repaired)]:

"This is a teleportation scroll that was damaged by external forces before it was anchored. Now it has been repaired and can be anchored at any point on the mainland."

Riemann anchored it to the dark forest without hesitation.

But he can’t just go there, he still needs to make some preparations. On the bright side, the task of ascending the ring only requires him to go to the dark forest to kill a second-ring monster, but for those weird potion ingredients, Riemann has a hunch that maybe he should go Dark forest to find.

At present, there is only one teleportation scroll, and he has to ensure that it can be done in one go.

No... There is only one teleportation scroll, how did he come back?

Riemann was stunned.

He suddenly felt a little anxious. If he wanted to drive from the Dark Forest to the Royal City, the journey would be about two-thirds of the distance from Butterre County to the Royal City, which meant that it would take at least ten days.

If he wants to leave for ten days, it's better not to use the scroll from the beginning, and just say in the spring break after the beginning of spring that he wants to go on a study tour, and then go to the dark forest.

The purpose of using scrolls is to be fast and stealthy, without attracting the attention of others... and not having to wait until spring break... There are still three months left for that thing.

Amidst the anxiety, a bold idea appeared in Riemann's mind.

——Can he make the teleportation scroll by himself?

The magic circle can be imitated, and the core of the model has been deconstructed by him.

Why can't he make the teleportation scroll himself?

Just do it.

Riemann took out a piece of parchment from the pile of papers at hand, copied the magic circle in the same way, and then built the model. Riemann settled down, wrapped the parchment with mental power, and then made up a A core, in that core, he began to calculate and solve a few problems just now.

Then he failed.

Riemann was a little confused, what else is missing?

He put the teleportation scroll next to the candlelight and looked at it carefully. There was indeed nothing on it except the magic circle, and he smelled it carefully—it was the smell of ordinary ink, and it should not be painted with special materials.

So where is the problem?

Riemann suddenly thought of a possibility. He rewrapped the parchment with mental power and drew out the core.

Then, he started to come up with a question. The principle of a train of thought was similar to the previous one, but it was indeed his original question.

After he collected the data and confirmed that the problem was solved, countless silver lines expanded outward from the core, expanded, and continued to grow, and finally built a complex model by himself.

Send the scroll, and the drawing is completed.

Riemann couldn't help showing a smile. He didn't choose mathematics as a major in vain.

After drawing this scroll, he leaned back on the chair to rest for a while, and drew two more spare ones before he began to think about what to prepare for the Dark Forest.

The first is equipment. Before he went to the black market, he only planned to buy weapons and ring materials, but he didn't expect that a fat sheep would bump into him and make him black, so now he has an extra batch of Mithril and other materials. Material……

Riemann picked and picked in the backpack, and he really found something he could use.

The shoes he selected earlier needed something called flying fish bone spurs in addition to mithril and goblin cloth, which happened to be the magician who was robbed by him, and his necklace needed three sapphires, which he originally meant It was given to him by Lena's mission, but the other party happened to be carrying a small bag of sapphires, so Riemann accepted it generously.

After throwing the materials into the skill bar to build equipment, Riemann began to prepare the potion. He divided the 0 parts of the materials he had just bought into two parts, refining them into primary blood potions and primary blue potions respectively. Due to his [Potion Refining] This skill level always stays at level 30.00, even the refining of primary potions has a 16% failure rate (except for quest items, the potions required for quests neither account for experience bars nor are affected by the success rate), So he ends up with 18 blood potions and [-] blue potions.

Finally, Riemann began to read the skill book. He tried the combination of [Vine Entangling] and other magics today. With his current level, it is not necessary to worry about the burden of magic power when using the first-ring magic, but the second-ring magic is almost It will consume nearly one-third of his blue bars, and his "brain", he doesn't know what to call the mental world that he uses to place the magic models. In short, the models that can be stuffed in it are Limited.

So even if he has the ability to analyze all the lit first-ring and second-ring magics, it is only "analyzable", just like a person who can read dozens of books at a time, but actually remember And there may be only a few knowledge points that can be used proficiently.

Riemann felt it roughly, and felt that he could squeeze in at most three first-ring magic or one second-ring magic.

Riemann finally chose the second-ring light magic [Holy Penetration], which ignores physical defense and causes light magic damage to the target, and has a miraculous effect on night creatures.

Considering that his target in the dark forest is the creature of the night, this magic should be used.

It is worth explaining here that the difference between the first-level magic and the second-level magic does not lie in the lethality. The higher the number of magic in this world, the higher the damage. The damage is actually improved by the skill level.

For example, Riemann's currently commonly used first-ring magic [Summoning·Fire] and second-ring magic [vine entanglement] have similar damage at the same level, and even [vine entanglement] is a little lower. After all, it comes with strong control. The difference is the complexity of the magic. No matter how you upgrade the skill [Summon·Fire], no matter how fine Riemann is, its essence is the same. In order to summon the vine, it must be entangled with the opponent. In a simple understanding, it is at least one more step than the former.

In terms of "games", skill upgrade means that the value of the skill increases, and skill upgrade means that the number of skill entries increases and the effect increases.

Therefore, as the number of magic rings increases, magic will generally become more and more complex and more effective. At first, Riemann wanted to find a ring of magic in the light magic and upgrade his proficiency, but One ring of light magic is a bit...useless, [Summoning Light] is pure summoning light, what is the difference between this and lighting, it is far inferior to [Summoning Fire], at least fire can illuminate while causing damage .

In desperation, Riemann could only learn the light magic of the second ring.

Although what he wants to learn the most is space magic, he only has one attack skill with a teleportation effect on his weapon, and it is still the kind that can only teleport towards the enemy. If he can change the magic circle on the teleportation scroll into a skill alright……

It's a pity that Riemann glanced at the tightly sealed space-based skills. This thing won't be unblocked until level [-]...

It was useless to think too much, and Riemann concentrated on engraving the model of [Holy Penetration] into his mind.

After doing all this, he felt a little pain in his temple.

He reached out and rubbed the throbbing part of his forehead.

"Excessive use of brain?"

"I really did too many things at one time today... fighting, repairing scrolls, making scrolls, analyzing the magic of the second ring...it's time to take a break..."

When Riemann fell asleep under a velvet blanket in the guest room of the Duke's Mansion, two groups of people kept him awake all night.

Bartley County.

"Miss Reina, do you have any clues about the magician who killed Mrs. Bartley?"

"Sorry, as you can see, I was given a potion by this Mrs. Bartley, and I have been in a state of insanity since then, and then I suffered a heavy blow to the back of the head. I think this is the magician in your mouth Attacked me... and I've been in a coma since then."

"Does Mrs. Bartley have any grudges with people?"

"I don't know. If it was before all this happened, I would definitely answer—how could it be? Mrs. Bartley is the most elegant, kind and noble noble lady in Bartley County. Everyone likes her. How can anyone be with her? Does she have a grudge?"

"Unfortunately, I was almost killed by Mrs. Bartley and her children, and I never dare to say that I know that beautiful and elegant noble lady."

"Sorry, Miss Reina, it reminded you of something sad."

"It's nothing to be sad about. When I return to the Royal City, I will let Brother Wang deprive the Bartley family of their fiefdom."

"Hope you get what you want."

"So the inquiry is over? I'm leaving."

"Of course, I wasted your time, I wish you a smooth journey, Miss Reina."

Two clerks in suits watched as Miss Reina's carriage left and disappeared into the night.

"I'm late……"

"It's useless to come early, do you really dare to ask this Miss Reina?"

The clerk who was questioned shrugged: "Talk more and you can always find some clues or flaws. How can there be such a coincidence, not to mention, how can a magician draw a sword to help in the face of injustice? The magician who killed the 'Blue Rose' It must have something to do with Miss Reina."

"Do you think I don't know? Let's go, go to the scene to see, as for Miss Leina...Of course there will be other people watching when I return to Wangcheng."

……

"Hmm... The preliminary judgment should be that two people committed the crime, a fire magician and a wind magician, both should be one-ring magicians."

"Two one-ring mages? How could they kill Blue Rose?"

"It should be based on the instant magic engraved on the magic scroll or magic robe. The dark and ice types are typical instant traces, and there is only one hit."

"The remnants of the potion are no different from what Miss Reina said. It is indeed a love potion."

"..."

"Call the work and leave. Go back and write your report."

"Why am I writing it again?"

"Oh, it's not like you don't know that I get dizzy when I see the parchment..."

……

Empire.

Viscount Linton first appeared in the royal city five years ago. He spoke elegantly and was funny, and quickly entered the social circle of the royal city. He is still unmarried, but he is especially loved by children or teenagers.

Five years ago, Viscount Linton made friends with the only son of Earl Wendy's family. Little Wendis left home for five years to go on a study tour with the Marquess of Linton, and only recently returned after five years.

Mrs. Wendis hasn't seen her child who has traveled far away from home for five years, and she misses her very much. When she can't see little Wendis for a while, she asks, "Where is Todd?"

Not long after asking this question, the butler will find Master Todd who is out to meet friends or simply have fun. Todd Wendis doesn't think Mrs. Wendis is annoying, and he will put down what he is doing almost every time, or treat Mrs. The friends around him apologized, and then returned to the Earl's Mansion.

It's just that today seems a little different. When night fell, Mrs. Wendis stretched her neck and asked with a sad face: "Where is Todd? Where did Todd go?"

This is the sixth time she asked this question today. The housekeeper Khan is about to come down. Since the afternoon, he has searched all the pubs and salons that Master Todd frequents, including the residences of friends who have contacts with Master Todd. Normally, Master Todd would be found by going to two or three places at most, but today, the housekeeper went all the above-mentioned places, but there was still no sign of Todd Wendys.

Marquis Linton, who was staying at the Wendy's mansion, ate and lived with the Wendy's family, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and frowned: "Little Todd hasn't come back yet?"

The butler nodded timidly.

Viscount Linton frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart, he turned slightly to Mrs. Wendis: "Ma'am, I'm going to find Todd."

Mrs. Wendys was moved: "Oh, Mr. Linton, you really care about Todd."

Viscount Linton: "I can be regarded as half a teacher of Todd. He has always been well-behaved and considerate, but he has not returned today. It is hard not to make people worry."

After all, he pulled out the chair and walked towards his room.

After a while, he changed his coat and hat and came out. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Wendis, he stepped out the door.

After walking a hundred meters, Viscount Linton suddenly took out a brooch that Todd Wendys often wears.

If someone got very close, he might still be able to hear his voice.

"Corrosion Tracking."

As he finished speaking, a thin black thread emerged from the pure gold brooch, guiding him in a direction.

Step by step along the black line, Viscount Linton finally stopped in front of a sewer entrance in the royal city.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Corrosion and hiding."

A burst of black mist blurred his face and figure, and he walked into this familiar path.

Todd Wendys was his magic apprentice five years ago.

If there is any consensus among magicians, it must be that learning magic is expensive, second only to gambling.

If you know some practical potion formulas or alchemy, it's okay, and your income and expenditure can basically be balanced. If you don't know anything, you basically have to find and make whatever materials you want.

From the Linton family to the generation of Viscount Linton, they are already empty-headed aristocrats with no surname. After learning magic, Viscount Linton became more and more struggling. He originally wanted to marry a rich wife, but unfortunately he failed by mistake. So he came up with another way.

Five years ago, he went to the royal city alone, relying on his extensive knowledge and knowledge, he was like a fish in water in the aristocratic social circle of the royal city.

His ultimate goal is to pick a rich apprentice to enshrine himself.

He finally picked Todd Wendys. At that time, Todd Wendys was still a teenager in the middle of the middle school. He was very interested in various legendary adventure stories. Linton almost won in a few words. Gaining the trust of the other party, let him learn magic from Linton.

This is also the reason why Linton chose him. He is a fool with a lot of money, and he is a beloved only son. If he wants to go out to study, Earl Wendys will definitely not be stingy with the pocket money he gives him.

After entering the sewer, the thin thread glowing with black light still conscientiously pointed the way for Marquis Linton.

However, it ended up staying outside the wall of the black market, either pointing into the wall, or simply staying outside the wall.

Linton squinted his eyes, squatted down, and picked up the mud on the ground.

"died?"

"Traces of fire magic..."

"Tsk, what a careless brat."

"Forget it, I just want to change my apprentice, so it's a good time to die."

Yes, Viscount Linton returned to the royal city this time to find a new boss. On the one hand, the coins that Todd Wendis can use are getting less and less. On the other hand, although Linton used a lot of rhetoric such as "I think you are very talented" when fooling the other party, what he didn't expect was that Todd Wendys Unexpectedly, he is really a genius of dark magic. In just two years, he completed the breakthrough from a magic apprentice to a first-level magician. Recently, he is planning to try to build a second-level magic.

This is much faster than his original speed, and he is not interested in raising a student who may be a threat to him.

This is a good time, I don't know who this idiot has conflicted with, and it saves him the effort to think about how to get rid of the other party.

"The youngest son of Duke Fernandi's family seems to be clamoring every day to go out for adventure..."

As Viscount Linton walked back, he was thinking about how to catch up with a duke.

……

Pale golden sunlight slipped in from the window and shone on half of Riemann's face. Riemann, who was sleeping, seemed to feel the stimulation of the light, frowned and moved his eyes.

He opened his eyes, and it took a moment to remember where he was.

Then he was startled suddenly, and he became sober—his equipment should have been crafted.

He turned on the system and rushed straight to the [Forging] interface.

The four pieces of equipment are all in the "completed" state, so he took out the weapon first——

【Gift of Mithril】

This is a pair of gloves with completely different front and back sides, the palm side is pure black, and the back side is pure silver.

The silver on the back of the hand is a piece of mithril inlaid, a square piece of mithril engraved with beautiful magic patterns, there are very small gaps in the middle, when you are still, you can clearly see the pieces of mithril, The magic pattern, and the gap between them.

But when Riemann tried to lift up the gloves and take a closer look, with his movements, only a piece of silver could be seen clearly when the gloves moved, shaking people dazzled.

very beautiful.

Also very secondary.

Still conspicuous.

Riemann opened the appearance interface silently, planning to give this set of gloves a low-key appearance.

The simple black gloves require an hour to make, and Riemann can't wait to put on this pair of [Gift of Mithril].

In the mirror in the corner of the room, Riemann's appearance at this moment was reflected.

The black robe that fell to the ground was covered with fine and mysterious silver threads. The silver gloves were hidden under the wide sleeves, and only the silver on the fingertips could be vaguely seen.

The hood blocked half of Riemann's face, and only the pale lower half of his face and thin lips could be seen.

The silver-backed nameplate inlaid with a whole square sapphire faintly shone on Riemann's neckline.

Very handsome and very high school, Riemann is very satisfied.

It’s just this ring that I don’t know how to wear. Riemann hesitated looking at the ring on his hand. [Gift of Mithril] The whole pair of gloves are covered with Mithril. One-sided, so Riemann can't feel the hand, but it is very difficult to put on the ring. If it is worn outside the glove, the ring cannot be inserted in it, and if it is worn inside the glove, the glove cannot be put on.

In the end, Riemann took out a silver thread and hung the ring around his neck. Fortunately, according to the system's judgment, he was equipped successfully.

Now Riemann is only one hat away from completing the original outfit, and now his character attributes have completely changed. In addition to the significant increase in attack, life and defense, the most important thing is that his double violence has reached [60% violence Hit; 155% blast injury].

Anyone who plays the game knows that the game experience is completely different if the critical strike is not 50%, so even if the many attack methods carried on [Mithril's Gift] are not considered, this set of equipment also brought him the original skills. Almost doubled the damage increase.

It can be said that a well-equipped Riemann who is currently stuck at level 20 is more than enough to slap a second-ring magician who has upgraded his native skills and trained his skills.

Riemann smiled slightly at himself in the mirror, put all the equipment on his body into his backpack, and walked out the door.

It's about nine o'clock in the morning. In the living room, Duke Fernandi was reading the newspaper and eating breakfast leisurely. When he saw Riemann coming out of the room, he greeted him with a smile and said, "Let's have some food together?"

Riemann showed a cute and shy smile: "I'll go and see the little duke first."

"Oh! Little Locke has been exercising diligently under the supervision of Mr. Riemann these two days, and he shouldn't be up yet!"

Riemann smiled: "I'll call him."

Duke Fernandi said, "It's okay to let him sleep!" Before he could say it, Riemann disappeared on the stairs.

The well-behaved and shy Riemann greeted the maid guarding Roc Fernandi's door, and pushed the door open.

The little duke was sleeping soundly under the quilt as soft as a cloud, and Riemann sat down on his bedside and pushed him awake directly.

"Who...who is pushing me?!"

Rocco Fernandi was dazed, and before opening his eyes, he began to yell violently.

"it's me."

Riemann asked with a smile, but his cold voice suddenly woke up the little duke.

"What are you doing here?" the little prince asked alertly.

"How are you practicing?"

As soon as this question was asked, the little duke's expression suddenly collapsed.

"It's okay."

"Oh, it means that it's not allowed at all."

"Hey you!"

Riemann was relieved, and it seemed that he should not be delayed if he walked for a day.

"If you really can't do it, you should give up as soon as possible. Not everyone can learn magic. If you give up early and stop the loss in time, no one will laugh at you. How about boasting that you have self-knowledge?"

"you!"

The little duke jumped off the bed at once, pointing at Riemann angrily: "What if I succeed?!"

Riemann deliberately squinted at him with a look of disdain—to be on the safe side, it is better to use another aggressive method to ensure that the little duke can at least maintain today's enthusiasm for lifting iron.

"If you succeed, I'll call you teacher, how about it?"

"A word is settled!"

Riemann shook his head amusedly from the bottom of his heart. Why do teenagers in any world love wool so much that they don't even use it?

But it works fine for him.