The days of learning black magic in another world

Monroe feigned dissatisfaction: "Riemann, you are always so modest and cautious, you should be more conceited, and no one will blame you for your conceit, because everyone agrees that geniuses are always conceited."

"So you see, you are already a genius, if you are still so good-tempered and humble, don't you feel that you are at a loss?"

Riemann was sincerely amused by Mr. Monroe's words.

"Good teacher, I will try my best to be more conceited."

"Your idea is really amazing, bold and rigorous, how old are you... No, do you have a pen and paper? I want to write a letter to those old men in Sidney to brag about it. They always have their eyes above the top. It is also published in Sydney, but they never look at our papers, hahaha, when I think of those old guys with their chins raised higher than the sky, I have to hold my nose to buy magazines that I have always despised. Want to laugh out loud!"

"I'll take you to the study, teacher."

"Go, go!"

Mr. Monroe really couldn't wait, as soon as he entered the study, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write.

"Dear old fellow Kania, it's been a long time since I saw you, and I haven't received your letter for a long time. When I received your letter last time, you wrote in the letter that my decision to organize the journal "Mathematics and Physics" was completely useless. , because Ulan couldn't find anyone good enough to contribute to a monthly mathematics magazine."

"Your foresight and steadfastness have always been well-known throughout the continent. Because of your words, I became a lonely and brave person. I have often tossed and turned in sleepless nights all these years. Your letters seem to be still in my memory. eye."

"I used to think about how to train enough outstanding mathematicians in Ulang, so that your judgment on "Mathematics" will become the only misjudgment in your life, but I am old, and I have gradually given up on this over the years. idea."

"Fortunately, the God of Light really took pity on me, allowing me to pick up a gifted student among geniuses for no reason. Alas, I did not let Wulang have enough people to fill a monthly mathematics magazine, but fortunately, just This student alone is enough to support "Mathematics", alas, although the ambition is unfulfilled, this is not a bad result."

"I wrote to you specifically to share my joy with you. As for my genius student among geniuses, he just proposed a brand new theory. This theory is about how to connect the infinite with the finite. I remember that you have always been interested in the concept of infinity, if you don’t dislike it, I remember that Sydney also sells "Mathematics and Physics", you can also buy a copy and have a look."

"Your old fellow, Achill Monroe."

Mr. Monroe shook the paper when he was done, trying to make it dry faster, and stuffed it right away into the envelope.

"Riemann, I'm going to the church to send an express letter. The church has a teleportation array. I want Kania to see this letter within today!"

"Okay teacher, yes teacher, school starts tomorrow, what should I bring?"

Mr. Monroe suddenly realized, "Oh": "There is nothing special to bring, just bring a scratch paper and a pen. By the way, you are ready to explain your thesis. I will give a class to your freshmen tomorrow. To be precise." To put it bluntly, I was supposed to give you a class tomorrow, but after the publication of your paper, it is foreseeable that the field of infinite series named by you will become the field of cultivation for you young people, so I think it’s better for you to explain your thoughts and ideas yourself, after all, in your article, some “obviously” used will probably give those children a headache, hahaha.”

Mr. Monroe excitedly went to the church to apply for a teleportation array to send urgent mail. Riemann barely asked about the preparations required for the start of school, so he saved the step of going to Villen's house and returned to his room to meditate—as for the preparations Explaining a thesis?As a poor math student who used to make a living by making up for the postgraduate entrance examination when he was poor and couldn't make money from magic, the explanation of infinite series is really familiar and easy to grasp...

On the other side, after beamingly sending the letter from the teleportation array, Mr. Archer Monroe did not leave the church. He was sure that Kania would be furious when he saw this letter from him, and he would immediately Write back to him with a pen, counting the time it takes for him to receive the letter, read it, send someone to buy "Mathematics and Physics", and then write a reply, the transmission array should be glowing white again in about an hour.

A mere hour, and Mr. Monroe was very patient.

He made a cup of tea, sat down at the table next to the teleportation array, and leisurely admired Riemann's thesis, as if he had seen a bright future for Riemann to dominate the mainland mathematics world.

A very light "snap" made Monroe stop the hand that was holding the teacup, and raised his head.

A letter appeared in the center of the teleportation array.

Huh?Monroe glanced at the clock on the wall in a little confusion. It was only 15 minutes before he posted the letter. This time was just enough time for that guy from Kania to receive the letter from the Holy See...

He got up full of doubts, reached out and picked up the beige envelope-it was indeed from Kania.

He opened the envelope suspiciously and read it.

"My dear old man, I am very happy that you thought of me at the first time when you shared the joy, so although I am busy today, I decided to write to you as soon as I got your letter. reply letter."

"Oh, I think you may not know that this morning, the name of your student Riemann has spread throughout Donic College. He is indeed a genius among geniuses. The theory of infinite series he proposed is extremely powerful. Innovative, pioneering, even if he stopped writing any papers, this article alone is enough to leave his name in the history of mathematics."

"Oh, you may not know, just this morning, half of the students graduating this year have already submitted applications to change the direction of the paper, and every professor who is free has a temporary class to explain the paper to the students paper."

"In addition to the ten concise and beautiful convergent infinite series mentioned in Mr. Riemann's paper, Donick College has also passionately discussed three more stereotyped convergent series, and they may have Alas, Donic Academy is always so efficient and crazy, once there is any new knowledge, everyone swarms like vultures, it is so inelegant that it annoys me."

"However, I think at their speed, I am afraid that the field of infinite series will be exhausted soon, and in Springs College, I am afraid that only you and your students can explain this paper." Personally, I don’t know when the students in Springs will catch up with the progress of Donic College, which is really worrying.”

"As for Mr. Riemann, I think his talent and knowledge may be better utilized in Donic College, so I just went to meet Her Royal Highness, hoping that she would invite Mr. Riemann to come to Donic College. Exchange and learn."

"Her Royal Highness has always admired talented young people. I'm afraid her invitation will be here soon."

"You don't have to thank me. After all, we are old friends. Thinking about you is what I should do as a caring friend."

"Your old fellow, Faro Kania."

After a while of silence.

"Kanya you bastard—!"

Mr. Monroe's angry shouts echoed in the small room for a long time... Not far away, the priest who looked neither sad nor happy even looked up at him.

……

On the second day, Riemann got up early and decided to go early on the first day, so as to leave a good impression on the teachers who had never met before.

When he jumped out of the carriage at the Duke's Mansion, he happened to see Velen tremblingly opening a wine bottle at the gate of Springs.

Riemann: ...

Just as Velen opened the bottle of wine with trembling hands, a white hand took the wine away from behind him.

Riemann walked up to him with the wine: "Seriously? On the first day of school, at [-] o'clock in the morning, start drinking?"

Villen cried "Wow": "I, I, I... I'm shaking all over, I'm so nervous... When I think about seeing Mr. Monroe, Mr. Freeman, Carol Sir, and other professors... I just want to dig a hole and bury myself, my God, Mr. Monroe is still teaching us, my God! What if he asks me? I'm sure I can't answer Come up...and then Mr. Monroe will ask, how did you get in! None of this! You don't deserve to come to Springs...Hiss...my father will definitely tear me apart!"

Velen's entire face was distorted into a terrified shape, obviously completely frightened by his brain.

Riemann stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder: "If you are worried about taking Mr. Monroe's class, then you can rest assured now. Mr. Monroe is not in class today. He asked me to tell you something before The idea of ​​that paper."

The light of survival burst out in Heller Velen's eyes in an instant. He grabbed Riemann's shoulders tightly and asked almost in pain: "Really?!"

Riemann quietly removed his hand from his body, nodded: "Really."

"That's great... that's great, woohoo... I'm saved..."

Feeling saved, Velen can finally rely on his own strength instead of using alcohol to strengthen his courage and walk into the gate of the academy with Riemann.

Velen, who was not drunk, took Riemann to today's classroom smoothly. Riemann tried the slate and chalk, and felt that there should be no problem with writing. Then he found a place to sit down and took the pen and paper he brought. Neatly placed on the table, as well-behaved as a primary school student on the first day of school.

"Hello, this month's reward task has been refreshed, and the detection update location: Ulang King City."

The familiar system prompt sounded, and the "well-behaved elementary school student" Riemann's hands paused, and he turned to look at Heller Velen: "Velen, let me go out."

Velen immediately opened his eyes wide: "I, am I waiting for Mr. Monroe alone?"

Riemann comforted him politely: "Mr. Monroe should have been waiting with you before Mr. Monroe came."

After finishing speaking, he left Velen with a mournful expression behind him, hurriedly found a toilet and opened the game system panel.

[Reward Mission [-] (Expired)]: The only son of Duke Fernandi, Rocco Fernandi, seems to be targeted by a strange dark wizard.

Task rewards (may be obtained): silver coins (a small amount), experience points, silver coins (a large amount).

Riemann suffocated.

This "strange dark wizard"... should be the cursed mage that Rock Fernandi brought to try to ambush him last time...

How angry, why can't they do it later, at least wait for his reward task to be refreshed!

Well now...the money and the experience are gone... Riemann felt a pang of heartache.

Moreover, he stared at the "silver coin (a small amount)" and "silver coin (a large amount)" among the possible rewards of the task, which were very similar but were divided into two parts and fell into thought...

If he guessed correctly, the "silver coin (a small amount)" was a fixed task reward given to him by the system, and the "silver coin (a large amount)" was supposed to be after he solved the unknown wizard who threatened Roc Fernandi. The reward given to him by the Duke's family.

If he received this task before everything happened, according to his habit, he should appear in front of the Duke himself with a new identity, and solve this unknown dark wizard who coveted his son for him, and then the Duke will definitely give him a certain amount generously. remuneration.

This is the correct direction of the plot!

Riemann's heart hurts even more... Rock Fernandi, what do you owe me, you idiot...