After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Oh! This is interesting! Finally, a freshman took out his wand, and he should be able to see simple magic attacks~"

Chris looked at the picture projected by the crystal ball in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.

Very good, now other wizards can't ask him to withdraw the witch crystal.

"Sure enough, the dean has a solution, hehehe."

Chris smiled to himself, his black lace-gloved hand resting on his chin.

The little puppet on his shoulder also let out a creepy "Jie Jie Jie" laugh.

"Master Dean, do you want to make a bet?"

Chris tilted his head to look at Brian.

"Let's see who will win!"

His voice rose with excitement.

"Okay, I'll bet on the freshman who doesn't have a wand."

Brian looked at the picture in front of him and said in a calm tone.

Chris froze slightly.

He just said it casually, not sure that the moody dean of his college would agree.

However, the other party actually bet on the side that seemed to be at a disadvantage to win.

Chris was a little puzzled.

He took a closer look at the boy named Cyril Lawrence, and he was indeed very beautiful and exquisite, just a little bit worse than himself.

Could it be that the dean is betting on his face?

"Then I bet that the freshman with the magic wand wins! If I win, Mr. Dean, you have to give me a bottle of rare lucky potion; if I lose, I will definitely prepare a gift that suits you !"

It doesn't matter what the opponent is betting on, let's talk about the benefits first.

Chris opened his mouth and said, the little abacus in his heart was crackling.

The rare lucky potion is priceless, but he knows that the dean must have a collection.

Chris thought of the dean's laboratory he had been to before, and saw the cabinet of various rare medicines worth thousands of witch crystals, and was extremely envious.

However, he lowered his eyes to look at the beautiful little dress on his body.

Well, it's the smell of Wu Jing coming to my face, that's right.

Those bloody Smurf tailors are blackmailers!

"Ah."

Brian nodded lazily.

He lightly twirled the tail ring on his finger, and raised his eyes leisurely to look at Cyril in the crystal ball.

The ambiguous light above the round stage left beautiful shadows on his fair little face.

Golden light spots danced on his slender eyelashes, blurring the small tear mole at the end of his left eye into dazzling gold.

The back of Little Rose is thin and straight.

A pair of almond eyes were bright and clear, without any panic, and there was a trace of determination on his face.

Brian looked forward to Cyril's next performance with great interest.

After all, he specially changed the cards in Little Rose's hand and created new rules of the game for him.

I really bother myself.

The handsome necromancer thought casually.

When he saw Cyril subconsciously pressing the rose necklace around his neck, Brian froze for a moment, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He gave a low chuckle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Chris was a little puzzled to find that the dean's mood seemed to suddenly become cheerful.

what just happened?

He looked at the little puppet on his shoulder, who also shook his head in confusion.

Chris saw a skeleton servant suddenly appearing beside the dean again.

Holding a bottle of deep-colored red wine in its hand, it bent down to pour the old wine into the dean's bottomed goblet, very courteous and courteous.

Chris curled his lips, looked away and continued to look at the picture projected by the crystal ball.

"The wand in the freshman's hand is Schrödinger's old wand!"

There was a hint of surprise in Chris's voice.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "The wizard apprentice named 'Schrödinger'... I was very impressed."

His voice trembled a little, and at the same time he was a little annoyed.

Great!

The dean must have discovered this first before betting that another freshman would win.

He must have laughed at me just now!hateful!

Chris glanced at the calm dean and sighed in distress.

He thought of the experiments that this apprentice wizard named Schrödinger had done before, and his expression was uneasy.

Paris Geller looked up at Cyril on the round stage, his face was calm and calm.

He couldn't help recalling the "boy screaming in terror in the middle of the night" incident that happened on the third night when the group of them arrived at Rose Manor.

Paris Geller, who lived in room "603", which happened to live next door to Cyril, happened to be a witness to that incident.

That night, he was exhausted, cursing in his heart about the garbage exploration of Rose Manor, and at the same time climbed to the stairs on the sixth floor.

As soon as Paris stepped on the last step of the stairs, he saw the unlucky boy rushing straight down like a bullet. The speed was breathtaking, and he was so frightened that he thought that the other party was going to rush up to kill him.

Then, he saw the man pass him by like crazy, shouting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" while rushing down three steps at a time without looking back.

There was utter horror on his face, and he didn't even see a living person his age.

After Paris was puzzled for a moment and continued to walk, he saw the door of room "601" where Cyril lived closed with a "click".

It was obviously a very normal action to close the door, but it seemed a bit weird at this point in time, especially after the boy ran away in a panic just now.

Paris's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Cyril Lawrence had frightened the man like this just now.

Frightened, he immediately went back to his room.

However, until he went to bed, Paris had been guessing in his mind how Cyril had scared the man like that. After all, the other party had been acting very normally all the way from Philadelphia to the capital.

At this moment, Paris Geller, who was standing around the circular stage, hesitated for a moment. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people betting, he finally made up his mind to give it a go.

He strode up to the big brass box where he bet, and dropped five brass chips into the coin slot to the right of Cyril Lawrence.

Seeing the brass chips disappear from the coin slot in an instant, Paris felt a little bit of regret in his heart.

But when he turned around, he saw the pair of commoner siblings and the two Abrahams line up behind him, ready to bet on Cyril Lawrence.

Paris clicked his tongue lightly, and subconsciously looked towards the center of the stage, which happened to meet Cyril's eyes.

He looked at the other party's relaxed expression, with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to give them an "OK" gesture, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

This guy……!

Paris looked away awkwardly.

You must win!

5 chips is a full meal of white bread!

If Lawrence didn't win... I will definitely go to him to ask for the principal of the bet!He promises!

Wait until all the freshmen who want to bet put in their chips.

The puppet referee shouted: "Get ready—"

As soon as it finished speaking, Philip moved.

With his left foot in front and his right foot behind, his whole body sank down, his right hand holding the wand tightly, and he assumed a posture ready to attack.

Cyril's heartbeat also accelerated, and his limbs tensed.

"3—2—1! The game begins!"

Following the puppet referee's order, Philip quickly shouted: "Blazing fire!"

It's Fireball!

At the same time, the wand held in Philip's right hand waved rapidly in the air.

Cyril was keenly aware that the opponent was using a wand to outline the magic runes of "Fireball".

It seems that he guessed right, Philip also learned simple spells and magic runes from somewhere.

Cyril stared closely at the wand in Philip's hand, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He also had some doubts in his mind, wondering how much magic power could be increased with the help of the magic wand?

At this moment, Cyril, the freshmen watching from the audience, and a group of puppet dealers all heard a loud blasting sound of "biubiu——biubiu——".

Then, everyone was dumbfounded to see the tip of Philip's wand spray colorful sequins.

The colorful sequins slowly drifted down in the air, like several huge firework tubes being pulled apart.

Safe and environmentally friendly, lively and festive.

There is nothing wrong with it except that it is a bit out of tune with the fierce competition atmosphere.

Cyrillic:? ? ?

Philip: ? ? ?

People who eat melons: ? ? ?

The puppet referee had no facial features, and couldn't see its expression, but its limbs seemed to be stiff for a moment.

【Appeared!It's really Schrödinger's wand!Oh, the damn magic of this wand is addictive! ] The system sighed in admiration.

"Pfft-"

Among the onlookers under the circular stage, someone finally couldn't help laughing at the colorful sequins flying all over the sky.

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and rustling laughter soon rang out around the circular stage.

Someone was smiling, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the big brass box next to the puppet dealer, the smile faltered, and gradually distorted and disappeared.

Grass!Laugh... what a fart!

He's got a lot of chips on Philip.

Philip's face at this moment is as colorful as the colorful sequins all over the floor.

Even his beard that took up his entire chin couldn't hide his tired expression at this moment.

"The game continues!"

The puppet referee came back to his senses and reminded loudly.

"Raging fire!"

Philip went on shouting.

His voice was twice as loud as before, as if this would give him more courage.

This time, he finally succeeded!

Cyril saw a fireball the size of an orange spinning towards his head at an extremely fast speed.

He flicked to the right quickly.

The onlookers who were flying in the direction of the fireball also retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

However, the fireball failed to fly out of the circular stage.

Everyone saw that the fireball hit a transparent wall at the edge of the circular stage, quickly disintegrated and disappeared.

It seems that there are protective measures, so that the people in the audience will not be affected.

Cyril thought about it.

He thought of what the puppet referee said before, "Master Black's wizard will provide treatment for people whose lives are seriously endangered during the game." His eyes flickered slightly.

Now you don't have to worry about what to do if your opponent is injured.

Cyril is not someone who will sit and wait for the opponent to attack.

He made a feint to make a physical attack, but quickly whispered, "Fire!".

Then a bright fireball the size of a human head flew straight towards Philip.

The freshmen who bet on Philip's win were all stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

This, this, this? !

Why doesn't this person talk about Wude?

How can you perform such powerful magic without a wand?

Good guy, that fireball is bigger than your own head, right?

Someone suddenly realized that something was wrong, and their hands trembled slightly, mourning that their chips were gone and never returned.

"There's a lot of water!"

Philip pretended to be calm, and he shouted, waving his wand.

However, the water curtain that he imagined could stop the fireball did not appear.

Only a tender bird flew out from the tip of his wand.

The fluttering little bird rushed to the ball of fire with a dash of courage and invincibility.

It then successfully transforms itself into a BBQ bird and falls to the stage floor with a thud.

The fireball was blocked by the bird for two seconds, and gladly accepted the head-giving creature, and continued to fly along the original path after roasting the bird.

Philip had to dodge in a panic.

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Seeing the dark lump lying on the ground that still smelled like cooked food, Cyril couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

At this time, he also agreed with the system's words.

This Mr. Schrodinger is really a wonderful man!

The damn magic of this wand is addictive!