After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"You're still so boring."

Brian leaned lazily on the couch.

The elegant male voice is like a cold snake letter, and the tone is also a little careless.

In his right hand he held a goblet filled with mellow red wine.

Brian's pale lips pressed against the crystal clear glass wall.

The dark blue peach blossom eyes seem to reflect the dark red wine nearby, with a hint of darkness.

The forehead hair hangs loosely.

The soft ends of his hair rested on the corners of his upturned eyes, and the exquisite thin silver-rimmed monocle blocked the expression in his eyes.

"Oh! It's not that there is no meaning at all on this journey, so I can only toss these lovely new students!"

A playful and sweet voice sounded, explaining briskly.

There was a hint of a smile in this voice.

The one who spoke was an extremely beautiful... man.

He wore a black top hat and a gorgeous black evening dress.

The soft and flowing silk dress flowed from his body to the ground like sparkling water waves.

The long skirt is decorated with intricate patterns, which are spliced ​​with the most precious and round deep-sea beads, which are dazzling.

There is also a very delicate puppet sitting on his shoulder, like the miniature version of the puppet that Cyril and the others saw on the cruise ship.

The puppet figures wear men's tuxedos of the same colour.

What's even more unique is that the puppet has facial features on its cheeks.

Although the facial features look like two "X"s were randomly cut with a knife for eyes, and a horizontal "-" slanted to the right was used as a mouth, but this puppet can actually speak with this mouth.

"I can only toss about these lovely new students!"

The little puppet repeated.

The voice was extremely hoarse, like the whirring of a holed bellows.

"After all, the dean has just changed his identity and came out to play. What fun do I have as a little wizard? I'm afraid you forgot that it's our Snowberg Academy's turn to send the new students from the continent of Atlantis to us this time." Are you going to Whale Falling Island?"

Chris Black's ending slightly turned up, and he looked at the dean who was sitting on the couch and tasting red wine with a smile.

Brian's movements remained unchanged, he didn't speak to him, and he didn't lift his eyelids.

However, Chris's eyes lit up, as if he had finally seized the opportunity of pouring bitter water.

He continued ramblingly: "That owl Zoe pissed Christina off when she told her about it! I couldn't do anything about it, but I was caught by my sister to help you recruit students, one of my experiments It's a critical moment!"

Chris carefully looked at Brian's face, seeing that the man's face was still pale, he changed the subject: "But I heard from Christina that you came to the continent of Atlantis and specially made a new batch of puppets, It can be used on this ship."

As he spoke, he glanced at the situation in the casino projected by the crystal ball in front of him.

At this time, on the circular stage displayed on the crystal ball, two boys were fighting.

Primitive and savage physical confrontation, like two wild beasts fighting hand-to-hand for the few remaining prey.

Chris gently rubbed the chin of the little puppet sitting on his shoulder with his hand wearing black lace gloves, and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "It's really a waste of the casino I specially remodeled! This year's freshmen look a bit Weak, it can't even make a magic attack."

The little puppet on his shoulder also repeated in a hoarse voice: "This freshman can't even use a magic attack!"

Chris stared at the projection on the crystal ball, frowning slightly.

The viewing angle displayed by the crystal ball is not fixed.

Instead, it is very flexible to switch angles with the fighting scene in the center of the stage, and even occasionally show the reaction of the audience in one or two scenes.

The two debtors on the circular stage had been fighting for so long, each other's cheeks were covered with bruises, and their legs were also weak, struggling to support their bodies.

They panted heavily, and their movements became extremely slow due to exhaustion, but the puppet referee still did not stop.

"I really overestimated them... This year's freshmen really can't..."

Chris murmured in a low voice, with a troubled look on his face.

"If there is no exciting match yet, won't the other wizards on the boat ask me to withdraw the wizard crystal? That would be troublesome..."

Brian's eyes did not stop at the picture projected by the crystal ball.

He just closed his eyes and sipped the wine very lazily and comfortably.

It wasn't until he heard Chris' complaint that Brian raised his eyelids a little, and casually glanced at the image projected by the crystal ball in front of him.

Just at this time, probably because the two people on the circular stage were too weak, the screen of the crystal ball switched to the crowd watching on its own initiative, and stayed on Cyril's calm face for a second or two.

Seeing that Little Rose was so lightly staying out of the way, Brian slightly raised his long and narrow eyebrows, with a subtle smile on his lips.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is a little bit of banter and evil in it.

"Let them play the group arena."

Brian spoke softly and flatly.

"Group arena!! Yes, why didn't I think of it! As long as the rewards are rich enough..."

Chris narrowed his bright eyes and smiled maliciously.

Cyril patiently watched the two chickens pecking at each other on the circular stage.

He has a weird look on his face.

Could it be that the black-hearted owner of this black-hearted cruise ship just likes to watch people fight?

It's also really... nothing to look at.

One after another, other freshmen who owed chips in the casino were brought over.

Cyril went to the "Blackjack" project on the other side.

There is a gambling table here that has just gathered three people, and it has not yet started.

Cyril walked to the croupier next to the casino, took out the only 2 witch crystals on his body, and exchanged them for 2 chips.

"Since everyone else on this gaming table has 5 chips, you still need to owe 3 Wu Jing on credit. Are you sure you want to credit?"

The puppet dealer asked calmly.

"determine."

Cyril picked a seat and sat down next to this gambling table.

A piece of parchment placed on the gaming table briefly introduced the game rules of the "Blackjack" project: a deck of poker, excluding kings and kings, has a total of 21 cards.

At the beginning, the puppet dealer gave each participant a bright card (others can see their points) and a dark card (only visible to themselves), and then the participants can choose to continue adding cards according to the points in their hands Or skip.When all participants stop asking for cards, the sum of the points of all cards in the hand shall not exceed 21, and the player with the highest number wins.

After seeing all the participants sit down, the puppet dealer began to shuffle the cards.

The sound of "swiping, swishing" playing cards came to Cyril's ears.

At the same time, he communicated with the system in his mind:

[Ready? ]

[Don't panic, it's not a big problem!Trust my calculation skills!Believe in math! 】The voice of the system is full of confidence.

The puppet dealer started to deal cards, two cards per person.

What Cyril got was 4 hearts and 3 clubs, for a total of 7.

The open cards of the other three players are 7 of diamonds, 5 of spades, and 2 of hearts.

The system quickly listed all the possible license probabilities of the other three on the screen in front of them, as well as Cyril's best winning matrix.

The puppet dealer paused after dealing a round of cards. After they all saw the cards in their hands clearly, they continued to deal the cards in the next round.

He held a playing card in front of Cyril with his white-gloved hand, his head without facial features nodded slightly, and then made a calm machine voice: "Do you want a card?"

【want. 】

"want."

Cyril said out loud.

He held down the poker card in front of him, gently lifted a corner and glanced at the number on it, it was 10 of diamonds.

Now the total number of points in his hand has become 17.

And all the data on the system screen in front of Cyril was updated again.

A few rounds passed, and he got another 3 of spades, and the card in his hand reached exactly 20 points.

Cyril remained calm, and skipped the next deal of cards calmly.

After everyone stopped taking cards, under the command of the puppet dealer, everyone turned over the cards.

Cyril looked at the cards of the others.

Sure enough, as calculated by the system, the sum of points was smaller than his own, and the largest was only 18.

However, Cyril hadn't had time to be happy, and when he looked away, he glanced at his own card from the corner of his eye.

His heart skipped a beat, his beautiful almond eyes suddenly widened, and the unexplained smile completely froze on his face.

Without a sound, someone changed his cards! !

The four cards turned over in front of Cyril now became 4 of hearts, 3 of clubs, 2 of diamonds and 3 of spades.

The 10 of diamonds he originally got was replaced in an instant!

Obviously, the moment he opened it was still a block 10...

Cyril quickly raised his head to look at the other three people on the gaming table, carefully studying their expressions.

The two who lost were dejected and full of annoyance, while the faces of the winners were full of shock and disbelief, and their expressions did not seem to be fake.

[System, did you see anything? ]

[Sloppy!I don't see anything!The number on the card quietly changed!It sure is magic! 】Cyril lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelashes.

After the slender and curly eyelashes covered part of the almond eyes, it seemed that his expression was a little cold at this time.

Cyril moved his fingertips slightly, thinking about what to do.

Continue to owe more chips to start a new round of the game?

But if someone secretly uses magic to stop him, he will only lose more and more if he continues like this.

After all, only magic can defeat magic.

"Mr. Dealer, I request to see the rest of the cards."

Cyril asked straightforwardly in a very calm tone.

The other two losers also said: "Yes, I also ask to see it!"

They all had a hint of the idea that someone who won would be able to make money.

The puppet shook its head up and down slightly and nodded.

It spreads out the unfinished cards in the hand one by one, and the action is smooth.

Cyril glanced quickly, and saw the 10 of diamonds that had once been in his own hand and now lay quietly among the remaining cards, as if its position had never changed.

He stood up indifferently, and walked consciously towards the circular stage in the center of the casino.

At this time, it happened that a game had just ended.

Cyril stepped up those few steps to the circular stage, and the rest of the people who were waiting to get on the stage didn't mind him jumping in line at all, but they were lucky enough to let go—then they could continue the game.

Fight early and finish things early, and make quick decisions.

Cyril thought in his heart.

Seeing that the competition time was finally over, the winners of the last round breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had finally escaped, and passed by Cyril.

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood at the moment, this man even smiled at Cyril and said, "Hey, come on! Dude!"

However, the smile touched the wound on the corner of his mouth, and all the facial features on his face were squeezed together, and he grinned and shouted: "Ouch! It hurts!"

Seeing his bruised nose and swollen face, Cyril couldn't laugh or cry.

At this moment, the puppet referee suddenly said: "From now on, the competition will be changed to a group arena! The winner of the final defense will be rewarded with 1000 witch crystals! Everyone in the casino can participate!"

Cyrillic:? ? ?

Dude, I have reason to suspect someone is targeting me, and I have proof.

The raised voice of the puppet referee suddenly overwhelmed the sound of the music, reaching the ears of all the freshmen present.

"1000 witch crystals!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"That's right! And the Master Wizard of the Black will also provide treatment for those whose lives are in serious danger in the subsequent games."

The puppet referee continued to add.

The eyes of the new students became more and more eager.

Cyril, who was standing in the center of the circular stage, suddenly became the focus of the crowd.

He felt that he was a bunch of tempting witch crystals now, and the eyes of these freshmen looked at him as if they saw a rich feast in the future.

Cyril also felt that malicious gaze once again, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake who didn't know where he was.

This gaze was mixed with so many gazes, but it still carried a heinous arrogance that surpassed everyone.

Cyril subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed the rose necklace around his neck through his clothes, reminding himself that he was not fighting alone, and that the little snake Green and the system were by his side.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes became firm.

"Excuse me...the referee...can I...take the initiative to admit defeat?"

The loser of the previous round who was lying on the stage tried to raise his head from the ground and looked towards the puppet referee.

His voice was broken and he asked out of breath.

The voice is weak, as if it will die in the next second.

Cyril followed the voice and looked at the man, barely discerning from his painted cheeks that this was another acquaintance - the boy who wanted to rob him in the middle of the night before but ran away inexplicably.

"can."

The puppet referee probably thought it was meaningless to let this man fight again, so he nodded and agreed.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw the boy quickly slipping off the stage with a flexible movement that was extremely inconsistent with his current physical condition, and he was afraid that the puppet referee would catch him back to continue the game if it was later.

Good guy, he's an actor? !No wonder I deliberately asked myself to touch porcelain before.

"I, Adams Phillips, request a challenge!"

A tall young man with dark brown hair and an overgrown beard strode up to the circular stage.

He straightened his chest, raised his chin, and said to the puppet referee.

The puppet referee nodded and let this person go on stage.

Afterwards, it took out an hourglass again, and signaled to the two of them: "When one party voluntarily gives up or is in extreme danger of life, the game will automatically end. If the hourglass is finished normally, the game will end when the time is over." Unable to continue the attacker fails."

Both nodded.

The tall, bearded young man walked onto the circular stage and stood face to face with Cyril.

Compared with this strong young man, Xiril suddenly looked thinner and weaker.

"I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat!"

The bearded young man glanced at Cyril, grinned, and spoke in a slow and drawn out tone.

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

He recalled that he was indeed "15" in the magic power index, and then quickly ran through the spells and their corresponding magic runes that he had memorized in his mind, and he was relieved for the time being.

Little brother, you know nothing about the power of magic.

But the next moment, Cyril watched the other party carefully pull out a slender, curved wooden stick from the inside of his coat.

His tall stature looks a little funny with this little black stick.

It's a wand!

Cyril's eyes rested on the wand, and his eyebrows jumped.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had heard in the restaurant of Rose Manor before, and it turned out that this person was the freshman Philip who had found the wand.

Cyril's face became serious.

In his impression, the wand is the wizard's most powerful weapon, and it even rounds up to the wizard's wife.

Cyril quietly asked the system to scan the person's body data: [Name: Adams Philip

Age: 15

Stamina: 9

Power: 12

Mental Power: 15

Mana: 5

Achievement: A local tyrant with a membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce

Explanation: This child is indeed too anxious to grow up, and he looks good enough to be your father.But don't panic, it's not a big problem!When the game is over, you can beat him to his knees and call him daddy. 】Cyril quickly glanced at Philip's body index that appeared on the screen in front of him. His mental and magical powers are both good.

In addition, he also got a magic wand (seems to be the only one among the freshmen), no wonder he is confident that he can beat himself and become the final winner.

Cyril understood, and glanced at the information displayed by the system on the wand in Philip's hand: [Name: Schrödinger's Wand/Schrödinger's Kate

Purpose: A tool to assist wizards and wizard apprentices in performing magic

How to use: It's impossible to hold the wand with your feet, right?It is not ruled out that some wizards may hold their wands in their mouths (extremely not recommended, nothing else, unhygienic.)

Explanation: This is a wand made by a wizard named Schrödinger (now working in the Tower of Truth) during his wizard apprenticeship, and he affectionately named it "Kate".

Why do I know so clearly?I generously tell you, please look carefully at the end of that wand, is there a line of creator's message engraved on it - "Schrödinger, Tower of Truth, A-Class Apprentice Wizard"?

Due to the whimsy of Schrödinger himself when making this wand, the wizard array used to combine the wand materials on this wand is very creative, so there is a 50% chance that the wand will not act according to the intention of the wand owner .As for whose intention it is acting?Then we don't know.

This is a wand that even the wand maker Schrödinger can't figure it out!No one can guess what magical things will happen the next moment when the holder of the wand casts a spell!Oh, the damn magic of this wand is addictive! 】Cyril's first reaction was: This wand has a long history, and it actually shows that the information is so long.

After he read it quickly, his heart rose again for a while.

A-level wizard apprentice, and a researcher of the Tower of Truth, what is the difference between the wand he made and other wands?

What does it mean to have a 50% chance of not doing what the wand owner intended?

It is also worth noting that this is the first time Cyril has seen the system's friendly and enthusiastic description of a magic item.

He became more and more vigilant, not daring to be careless.

The puppet referee still hasn't announced the preparations, and it seems that they are still waiting for something.

Cyril glanced across the audience, and saw that the Weber siblings and the two Abrahams were all worried. It seemed that even Paris Geller on the other side was not purely gloating.

His heart warmed slightly.

Why haven't you started yet?

Cyril was puzzled, and then he saw a puppet dealer under the stage holding a large brass box with his left and right hands, and walked to the most eye-catching position under the circular stage to put it down.

"The new project has started - the betting project of the defending competition."

The puppet dealer pointed to the big brass box next to him with his white gloved finger, and continued to say in a calm voice: "The coin slot on the left side of this box represents the one on the left side of the circular stage." Adams Phillips, tall and wand-wielding, and the coin slot to the right represent Cyril Lawrence standing empty-handed on the right side of the circular stage."

Cyril's forehead twitched.

This introduction is just...too objective? !

After a while, Cyril saw many freshmen put their chips into the coin slot representing Philip one after another.

He could hear the sound of the brass chips falling to the bottom of the box, which was very crisp.

And the coin slot that represented him was scattered and no one cared about it.

Cyril: Thank you, I was offended.