After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The memory of more than a month ago resurfaced in Cyril's mind.

This girl is the one that Cyril saw in advance when he strayed into the slums by mistake last time.

"Last time, thank you!"

Cyril walked up to the girl and thanked her.

Now if he faced that situation again, he would not be helpless.

"Hey! It's you!"

Jenny also recognized the boy in front of her, and was a little surprised.

I just talked about him.

In addition, the boy's current attire is obviously much better than when he met him in the slums, it can be seen that he is doing well now.

Jenny also raised a smile.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Paris Geller had a strange expression on his face.

Lawrence is really not some wizard apprentice with background!

Otherwise, I wouldn't know these guys who look like poor people.

Paris looked even more contemptuous.

Brian looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

He casually looked at the girl standing opposite Cyril.

The girl seemed to have a bit of a prophetic talent.

Brian accidentally caught a glimpse of Paris Geller from the corner of his eye, and suddenly let out a low laugh.

He didn't forget that just now in the carriage, this annoying boy kept making himself uncomfortable by chirping.

He has always been a man who will retaliate.

"Maybe, you are willing to accept the test of a wizard apprentice to see if you have a chance to become a wizard."

Brian raised his eyebrows and said lazily.

Then he was satisfied to see Paris Geller look as if he had swallowed some shit on his face.

When Jenny and Roz heard this, they looked at each other in dismay, and looked at this handsome man with a compelling temperament in shock.

This gentleman with an extraordinary bearing is absolutely outstanding in the crowd, but they didn't notice him just now.

Jenny thought quickly in her heart, presumably the man deliberately hid himself in the crowd, and what he just said...

"Sir! Are you, are you a wizard?"

Jenny asked in disbelief.

"Sorry! I, I'm a little too excited, please forgive my faux pas!"

With a quick bow, she replied, "I mean, I'd love to! We'd love to! Praise for your generosity!"

"I'm Jenny Webb and this is my brother Roz Webb."

Even though Jenny told herself to calm down and tried her best to suppress her excitement, her voice was still trembling.

Brian nodded slightly.

He then summoned the parchment and quill that had just appeared in the drawing room of Earl Abraham this morning.

Cyril was keenly aware that the surrounding space seemed to vibrate slightly for a moment.

The parchment and quill just floated carelessly in mid-air, while the crowd passing by turned a deaf ear to the strange sight here.

Cyril's beautiful almond eyes rolled around, thoughtful.

[This is a space magic, and now other ordinary people in the square see only you looking at the scenery! 】

the system explained.

[A profound and wonderful space magic! 】

Cyril carefully recalled the momentary fluctuation of magic power that he had vaguely felt before, trying to distinguish the boundary of this space magic.

Of course he failed. At this time, the two spaces fit together so seamlessly.

Cyril glanced at Paris Geller calmly, and saw that he was looking around vigilantly, and knew that he was completely indifferent to the space magic just now.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Jenny and Roz who were testing.The siblings were very nervous, their faces filled with anticipation.

The results came out quickly. Jenny and Roz's mental power was 14 and 13 respectively, and they both successfully became members of the wizard apprentice reserve.

When they followed into the carriage, Cyril saw that the expression on Paris Geller's face became even more stinky.

He bowed his head and smiled slightly.

Cyril quietly glanced at Mr. Scott who was sitting opposite, and found that he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Mr. Scott wasn't taking revenge on Paris Geller for making his ears dirty?

Cyril blinked.

No, it should be that Mr. Scott also saw the specialness of Jenny.

Cyril thought of Jenny's achievement that had just been detected by the system - "Gift of the Prophet", and drove the previous unreasonable guesses out of his mind.

***

Earl Abraham's teeth were a little gritty when he saw the two poor people who had reached the spiritual level brought back by the wizard.

If only this was a descendant of my own family.

He wondered in his heart whether he should choose some children from the slums to adopt...

But soon the old butler's arrival interrupted Earl Abraham's thoughts, and he handed over the first-class train ticket for tomorrow morning to Earl Abraham.

The count originally thought that the wizard would use some more special methods that fit the image of a wizard in people's minds to go to the capital, but he didn't expect that the wizard just told him that he was going to take a steam train to the capital.

He muttered something and shook his head.

Earl Abraham had forgotten that the steam train was originally a product of the Tower of Truth.

***

The next day they arrived at the train station in Philadelphia.

To Cyril's surprise, there were not many people at the train station.

The crowd is rushing towards the steam train lying quietly on the track.

Cyril was slightly dazed looking at the huge brass steam train in front of him.

This was the first time he had seen a large mechanical device up close except for the huge clock tower on the Grand Plaza in Philadelphia.

This is completely different from the pursuit of simple integration and precise and tiny craft aesthetics in the interstellar era.

The machines of this era disdain to be concealed by the smooth exterior to hide the mottled muscles and bones inside.

The combination of rivets, pipes, gears, etc. is complex and huge, and is exposed to people's sight in a primitive and intuitive way, proudly accepting scrutiny.

The rough brass metal silently demonstrates the rhythm and power of the gears.

Cyril seemed to be able to see the complicated process of the entire steam train running under the impetus of steam.

Brass casts an impersonal cool tone in daylight.

An indescribable romance and a violent beauty that hits people's hearts hits the face.

Unique and charming.

Cyril let out a soft sigh.

The system thought that he was still entangled that this is not the wizarding world that was originally promised, and said with some guilt: "It's all a steam train, there's nothing wrong with it! Just ride it!"

It was also the first time for Jenny and Roz to see a steam train, and there was some novelty in their eyes.

Paris Geller curled his lips.

Hmph, civilians who have never seen the world.

They went into the first-class carriage.

The uniformed guards at the door smiled at them friendly.

The floor of the first-class carriage was covered with a layer of crimson velvet.

The leather seats are very soft, and the long table in front of the seats is covered with lace hand-embroidered white tablecloths.

A silver rack with three trays has been placed on the long table, and various delicate pastries and desserts are placed in order from top to bottom.

The dishes and tableware inlaid with gold rims are also placed in the corresponding positions, and the bone china teacups and teapots of the same color stand aside.

There is also a bottle of dark red wine with the words "1663" placed on the wine rack.

Next to the wine rack, a color-printed menu is placed on a wooden newspaper rack next to the vase.

Brian sat down casually on one side of one of the long tables, with a lazy and relaxed posture.

Warren Abraham hesitated.

Just as he was about to take a step, he saw Paris Geller has already walked quickly to the seat opposite the wizard and was about to sit down.

A hint of annoyance flashed through his heart quickly, if only he hadn't hesitated just now, he should have seized the opportunity.

Warren Abraham glanced at the others.

His nominal cousin, Grace, did not seem to be gracious enough to curry favor with the Wizard.

The two commoner brothers and sisters were even more attracted by the luxurious furnishings in the carriage, so they didn't react.

Cyril Lawrence even took a step back, looking as if he was about to take the seat on the opposite side.

However, Paris Geller hadn't even sat down when he heard the Master Wizard faintly say, "Little...Cyril, come here."

The tone is as light as a whisper.

Brian leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the white tablecloth table.

His slender fingers crossed to his chin, and he looked at Cyril with a smile.

Paris Geller's body froze in mid-air.

For a while, the carriage was very quiet.

Embarrassment is spreading.

However, Brian didn't care, and just glanced at Paris Geller lightly.

Paris felt that the gaze that the wizard glanced at him was no different from the gaze when he saw the tableware on the long table.

Not the slightest bit of temperature.

His heart was cold, and he gave up his seat very wisely.

Cyril was also a little sluggish for a moment.

After he realized it, his forehead twitched.

Good guy, Mr. Scott has brought him another wave of hate.

Cyril felt that the angry and sad expression that Paris looked at him now was like seeing a mistress who was unscrupulous.

This weird thought made him shiver.

Cyril subconsciously didn't look at Mr. Scott's expression.

A pair of beautiful almond eyes stared straight at the lace embroidered tablecloth, as if to stare at the tablecloth.

After this little episode, everyone also consciously allocated seats.

The two Abrahams sat at the same table, and the Webb siblings sat at the same table.

Paris Geller struggled at their two tables, and decided to sit at another table by himself.

Brian didn't care about their seating arrangement, he reached out and took out the newspapers on the wooden shelf and read them casually.

Seeing that the huge newspaper spread out covered Mr. Scott's face, Cyril quietly glanced over there.

Then his eyes were drawn to the black ink writing on the newspaper.

The enlarged bold font reads "Bombing in the suburbs of Highlandon City! 13 people lost their lives! Is it the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature..."

Just as he was about to continue reading, the steam train whistled loudly.

"Woooo-"

The train leaves.