After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

It didn't take long for this group of young descendants of Philadelphia nobles to complete this easy mental power test.

Of course most people are disappointed.

Only Grace Abraham, who was the first to take the initiative to test, Warren Abraham, the charming young man, and Paris Geller, who looked so proud, passed the spirit test. force detection.

Their mental powers are "10", "12" and "10" respectively.

The mental strength of the others is below "10", failing to pass.

Cyril saw that most of this group of people were just poor "1" and "2", and even Warren Abraham, who had the highest spiritual power, was only "12" - less than half of his.

Cyril's little tail cocked up in his heart, he thought he was doing it again!

Earl Abraham was very happy to see that he had two descendants who could embark on the path of wizards.

Thank you Goddess of Light!

Although one is the son of the illegitimate child he made after a night of absurdity.

But he has never withheld the food and rations of these illegitimate children!

Earl Abraham was especially relieved to see the hope of family continuation.

Even among the other noble descendants in Philadelphia, only the kid from the Geler family who didn't deal with him very much passed the test, which didn't spoil his good spirits.

"My lord wizard, I have sent a telegram to the envoys of the royal capital according to your instructions, and they all said that they are waiting for your arrival at any time."

Earl Abraham conveyed to Brian the latest news he had just received.

The Earl felt a little smug in his heart, he didn't expect that he was so lucky to be the first stop for this Mr. Wizard's recruitment!

This is a great honor!

This lord wizard decided not to go to other great lords' territories, but to go directly to the capital!

He didn't know that Brian's first stop in Philadelphia was just to find Green, the little alchemy snake in the Brumaire Forest.

The closest big city to the Brumaire Forest was Philadelphia, so Earl Abraham took advantage of it.

Brian casually twirled the little ring on his little finger when he heard the words, and nodded.

Since he left the Wizarding Continent under the guise of enrolling students, he more or less needed to bring back some lambs.

However, he couldn't be allowed to go to other big cities to test those idiots so hard as the master of the wizard tower.

The king is the place where he plans to perfunctory in the end.

Brian thought to himself, he had already asked Zoe to inform Christina, that shrewd witch must have understood what he meant, and would send another reliable candidate to recruit students.

"I beg you to stay one more night tonight! Let me say goodbye to my lovely granddaughter!"

Earl Abraham was respectful and sincere.

"Of course, my dear sir."

Brian showed a smile that was very in line with aristocratic etiquette.

"Praise be to your mercy!"

Earl Abraham once again lamented that he was fortunate to have met a very reasonable wizard.

"If you want, I can arrange for someone to accompany you around Philadelphia."

the Count suggested.

"Then I will trouble you to arrange it."

Maybe it's because the current interest is not bad, Brian agreed.

***

When he was going out in the afternoon, Paris Geller got the news from nowhere, and heard that the wizard was going to go shopping in Philadelphia.

He volunteered to go with the wizard.

Cyril was planning to go back to his room, but Mr. Scott said lightly ("Little Cyril would certainly not mind accompanying me to visit Philadelphia, right?") and caught up with the carriage.

They were riding in the ordinary luxury steam carriage prepared by the Earl of Abraham. Paris Geller was a little disappointed. He found out that when the wizard entered the Earl's mansion, he was riding in a skeleton carriage.

However, as soon as he got into the carriage, Paris Geller cheered up again, and he continued to show off his knowledge of Philadelphia's history and culture, trying to make a good impression in front of the wizard.

Cyril gave him a helpless look.

I don't know if it's because of the arias that the nobles are used to, but he always feels that Paris Geller is a little too hard.

It's like doing a theatrical performance.

This was Cyril's first time riding a steam carriage.

While listening to Paris Geller's ups and downs, he looked at the structure of the steam carriage.

Sitting in this steam carriage, you can still hear the slight mechanical sound of gears turning.

Although it was smoother and more comfortable than ordinary carriages, it was far inferior to Mr. Scott's luxury car-like wizard carriage.

Brian's face remained calm, wishing to cast a tongue-cut curse on the noisy boy.

His forehead twitched impatiently, and his eyes darkened.

Or a "vomit the truth mantra" is also good, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He likes to talk so much, let him keep talking for three days and three nights.

Cyril noticed the slight impatience between Mr. Scott's brows from the time Paris Geller began to speak.

The young speaker, however, seemed oblivious to it, continuing to recite the history of Philadelphia in his drawn-out aria.

Cyril observed quietly for a while, and found that Mr. Scott was indeed not interested in Guller's words, and his sense of impatience increased.

He suddenly became a little worried about the situation of this future classmate.

Cyril inexplicably thought of the miserable appearance of the mutated long-horned wild boar in the Bruma Forest in the end.

It's really hard to end without interruption.

Cyril bit the bullet and interrupted Geler's words. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said: "When we arrive at the main square, how about we go down for a walk? What do you think, Mr. Scott?"

Brian heard a hint of impatience in Little Bones' voice.

He raised his eyebrows, realizing something, and the tyranny in his heart was suppressed for a moment.

Count yourself lucky.

Brian glanced at Paris Geller coldly and got out of the carriage.

Paris Geller was a little dissatisfied that Cyril interrupted his good opportunity to perform like this.

This damned civilian!

There was no Lawrence family among the nobles of Philadelphia.

He had observed it before, and felt that the boy didn't look like he had high mental strength.

It is estimated that Lawrence is just an ordinary wizard apprentice reserve.

Paris Geller gave Cyril a hard look.

Good intentions were misunderstood.

Cyril shrugged.

Of course, he didn't have bad intentions, but he just felt that if Mr. Scott got angry suddenly, he might be affected.

The environment of the Grand Square has not changed much from when Cyril came last time.

The sun shone on the white dome of the cathedral, and the dazzling light spots flashed and danced on the large pieces of colored glass.

The old gears of the quaint clock tower rattled.

Cyril caught a glimpse of several nuns in white robes in front of the church from a distance surrounded by women and children in dark clothes.

It seems that the people of the church are giving out black bread to the poor.

Cyril sighed softly.

If he didn't happen to have the golden finger of a special wizard physique and system, he doesn't know where he is working hard to make a living, just to eat a mouthful of coarse black bread that barely fills his stomach.

***

"Great, Roz! I'm finally right again this time!" A cheerful female voice came into Cyril's ears.

Her voice was very small, but Cyril could still hear it clearly.

Cyril found that the acuity of his facial features had improved to varying degrees in the past two days.

It wasn't until this morning when he complained about the crystal ball to the system after the test that the system revealed that it suspected that Cyril had absorbed a little bit of unusual power from Mr. Scott's crystal ball.

There is such a good thing?

Cyril was overjoyed.

Could it be that he is in pain and strong?

[The energy I can obtain is too little. After two days of analysis, I still can't tell the difference between these forces, so I can only attribute them to spiritual power in general. 】

The system said truthfully, and in order to express its sincere regret, it also let out a long sigh.

Cyril called up his own body data:

[Name: Cyril Lawrence

Age: 15

Stamina: 7

Power: 7

Mental Power: 25

Mana: 10

Achievement: Favor of the Necromancer

Explanation: Repost this Cyril Lawrence to increase the chance of being favored by the great necromancer by 1%!Then tell that wonderful feeling to everyone in the world! 】

Cyril looked at the still eccentric explanation, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Thank you, it has been connoted.

The girl's voice in the distance became clearer as they approached.

"The black bread we received this time is enough for us to survive for another three days! I hope we can be lucky to see it next time!" There was a hint of joy in the girl's voice.

The boy next to her just nodded silently, and then took the initiative to take the black bread wrapped in old newspapers from the girl's arms.

"Praise the Goddess of Light!"

The girl paused for a moment, then laughed when she thought of something, and said, "I suddenly remembered that the wizards all praised Merlin!"

She looked at the boy next to her, blinked her eyes, and said, "Do you remember Roz? The drunk Hanston at the Old Well Tavern before! He always fantasizes that he is a wizard, nagging 'Damn' every day Yes! Merlin's stinky socks!'”

The girl imitated it very well, vividly outlining the appearance of a depressed, poor, drunk and cursing.

Cyril followed the voice and looked over, he felt that the girl seemed a little familiar.

The boy finally let out a "puchi" laugh, and the next moment he restrained his expression in embarrassment.

"Thank you, Jenny."

Roz said softly that he knew his sister was always trying to make him happy.

Although they were impoverished and barely survived by working night shifts in oppressive factories and occasional relief from the church, the elder sister Jenny was still very optimistic and full of hope for life.

When Roz was disposing of the garbage in the back kitchen at the Old Well Tavern (the owner of the tavern, Richard, is a stingy old man, he only gave him 2 copper coins at a time), he heard the drunk Hanston crying while drinking, yelling Why didn't Master Wizard recruit him to the Wizarding Continent.

"This is against Merlin's will! That damned blind wizard!" He took a sip of his wine, and then cursed: "Damn it! Merlin's stinky socks!"

The wine that hadn't slipped down his throat flowed from the corner of his mouth, down his cheeks and neck, onto his dirty old suit.

Hanston is a well-known drunk in the Old Well Tavern. He claims to be a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman. He spent a lot of gold coins because he was not selected when he went to the king's capital to participate in the wizard recruitment.

Richard, the owner of the tavern, was also happy to let Hanston get drunk every day, trying to squeeze every last copper coin that the drunkard had left.

Roz was noncommittal.

But he felt that if there were wizards who followed Merlin's will to recruit students, his sister Jenny should be recruited.

Jenny has been able to see things in the future on and off since their parents passed away.

Sometimes it's perfectly accurate, and sometimes it's quite different.

Although this ability is unstable, Roz believes that it must be the ability of unusual wizards.

While he was waiting for his sister to pick up the black bread (this is only distributed to women and children), he walked into the church to pray. In addition to praying for his sister's health, he subconsciously prayed that a wizard would really notice the difference in Jenny place.

Luoz didn't know what kind of life he could live as a wizard, but judging from the awe of the wizards, at least it would be better than it is now.

Now, relying on Jenny's foresight ability, they have accurately learned the time when the church distributes black bread from time to time, which makes life a little easier.

Luoz looked at the swaggering pigeons in the square, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his heart.

These pigeons are extra round when people feed them from time to time.

Many people in the slums live worse than a pigeon in front of the church square.

"Roz, do you remember the boy I met in the dark alley that I told you last time? I later saw him wearing a neat wizard robe and still calling our names." Jenny's eyes were bright.

"If only it was true," she said with emotion.

Yes.

It would be great if Jenny's prediction is true this time, it means that they will have a better life in the future.

Roz shook his head.

At this time, they almost came to Cyril and the others.

At this time, a pigeon flew straight towards Luoz who was distracted.

When he was alarmed by the sound of the pigeon's flapping wings, he had no choice but to use the black bread in his hand as a weapon to swing the bold pigeon to the other side.

"Damn it, do you have eyes!" Paris Geller's voice sounded, and there was still a hint of anger in his voice.

That stupid pigeon was driven to his side just now!

"I'm sorry." Seeing that he accidentally bumped into a gorgeously dressed noble young master, Luoz quickly apologized.

After Paris Geller finished cursing according to his usual style of doing things, he remembered that the wizard was also on the side.

He cursed secretly in his heart, forced a hypocritical smile on his face, and said, "It's okay... Be careful next time."

Perhaps because he was not used to saying such things, his tone was as stiff as if he wanted to fight the boy in front of him.

Cyril was thinking about what the girl had just said.

He happened to meet the girl's eyes when he raised his head.

Cyril's almond eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly realized.

"Hey, it's you!"

The author has something to say:

Cyril (happy written all over his face. jpg): I am in pain, but also strong.