After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he no longer cared about them.

Cyril opened his eyes wide and looked at the display in the wand shop.

There is a brass plaque hanging at the entrance of the wand shop, which says "Professional wand making has been imitated for 100 years, and has never been surpassed.".

Many beautiful wands of different materials are displayed on wand racks in countless grids on the wall.

The price of these wands ranges from 50-1000 witch crystals.

Cyril picked up a few handsome-looking wands and tried them out.

Some of the wands were a little heavy, and it was a little difficult for him to swing them; others were so light that he didn't notice when the wand fell from his body to the ground.

Wands are made of holly, fir, oak, applewood, and more.

Cyril looked over slowly, but couldn't find the magic wand that fit his eyes.

If there was a dragonbone wand like Mr. Scott's...

But Cyril quickly dismissed this idea, that beautiful keel wand is at least a custom-made wand!

His eyes moved to the glass window of the wand shop, where there was a huge brass machine that looked complicated.

Is this the machine that the shopkeeper said can synthesize magic wands by itself?

Cyril looked at the entrance for placing materials with a line of small characters engraved on it. It was a large trumpet-shaped entrance, and the small characters said: "Put all the prepared materials here."

His eyes moved along the belly of the brass machine, which was densely covered with gears, to its tail, where there were two open brass pipes as thick as forearms.

"Can I put anything in there?"

Cyril asked curiously.

Hearing his words, the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Of course. However, if you really want to have a wand that looks more conventional, I suggest you put at least one piece of wood in it."

"By the way, 25 witch crystals are synthesized once, no counter-offer is accepted, and the warranty is not included."

The shopkeeper changed his pose of a salted fish on the recliner, and said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, another new student entered the wand shop.

This person happened to be Cyril's old acquaintance - the "coward" who tried to rob him late at night.

Cyril once heard someone call him Preet.

Preet held a piece of brown wood in his hand, and some strange-looking gadgets.

He paid 25 Wujing to the shopkeeper, then came to the brass machine and took a deep breath, then put all the things in his hand into the brass machine.

Then, the brass machine started to work.

The gears inlaid on it began to run in a rattling manner, and a lot of white steam was ejected from the exhaust holes on it.

[There are magic fluctuations. 】

The system said with certainty.

Cyril raised his eyebrows and stared at it intently.

There was only a crisp sound of "ding--", and the machine stopped.

Some scraps of wood and some unidentifiable sticky gray garbage drained from one of the brass pipes and fell into a large clean wooden barrel below.

Afterwards, a vortex flashed past in the big wooden barrel, and the garbage disappeared.

Preet stared nervously at the other brass pipe, waiting for his wand.

However, the brass machine did not respond for a long time, as if it had swallowed something else.

"Sir! Is it broken? Why hasn't it come out yet?"

Prieter hurriedly walked to the shopkeeper and asked in a low voice.

"Here, come out then."

The shopkeeper casually pointed to the wand that had just been spit out by the brass machine.

The wand had just been pushed out of the brass pipe by a gust of air and fell into a large wooden tray.

This wand is brown in body, about 25 centimeters, thick and thin as a thumb, very straight, and looks very tough.

A flash of surprise flashed in Cyril's eyes, this wand synthesized by a brass machine is not bad!

Preet apparently thought so too.

He happily picked up his wand, stroked it cherishingly for a while, and just as he was about to leave, he saw Cyril standing not far away watching from the corner of his eye.

The joyful look on Pulitzer's face instantly collected, and he became a little panicked. He left the wand shop quickly.

Warren also chose an ocean-blue wand that was curved to look like a meandering ocean wave.

For this, he paid 188 Wu Jing.

"I had a sense of destiny when I got it."

Warren said to Cyril after carefully putting away his wand.

"You'll always find the right wand by trying them all."

Seeing Cyril's lack of interest, he couldn't help comforting him.

"Maybe, we can go to the second-hand store that Pique mentioned first."

Cyril did not intend to try here again, he had a premonition that there was no wand he wanted here.

"It's fine, maybe there are magic wands for sale in other places."

Warren nodded.

Next, Peake led them around to a shop that looked half old and not new on another street.

The owner is a bald old man with a long white beard and a pair of round glasses as thick as a bottle cap on a high bridge of nose.

"Welcome, children."

The old man's voice sounded very lively.

"Hello, sir."

Cyril greeted the old man politely and looked at the shop.

The window was filled with crates of strange magical objects, some of which looked like they hadn't been used in decades.

There are also random piles of old books, parchments, glass bottles, brass goggles, musty black cloaks...

It is indeed a second-hand store.

Cyril pinched his nose and patiently rummaged through a pile of old things.

He found a very strange mask in a basket.

The whole body of the mask is pure white, but there are slender black lines drawn on the white background where the facial features are located, giving it a sense of mystery for no reason.

There was no strap on this mask, and Cyril gently brushed off the dust on the mask, picked up the mask and tried to put it on his face.

As soon as the mask touched his skin, it fit on his face very naturally.

Although Cyril saw that the facial features were not exposed on the mask before, his sight was not blocked, and his vision was no different from not wearing a mask.

The nose is also able to breathe normally, and even speaking is not affected.

Cyril said to the mirror on the wall: "Hello, sir."

He could hear his own voice clearly, and even in the mirror he could see Warren glanced in this direction, but the moment he spoke just now, the mouth outlined by the black lines on the mask was still tight. tightly closed.

Cyril found it interesting, and he asked the system to check the information of the mask: [Name: Camouflage Mask

Purpose: Necessary equipment for doing bad things

How to use: Put on this mask, the world has nothing to do with you.People's attention will be focused on your mask, and they will neglect to observe other qualities of yourself.

Explanation: It also comes with an automatic cleaning function, probably because the owner who invented it is a clean freak.It is modifiable. After you learn more magic courses, you may be able to modify it and add other functions. 】Cyril held a black and white mask and asked the shopkeeper, "How much is this mask?"

The old shopkeeper took it and looked at it for a while.

"Ah—this! This is a disguise mask used by the customer to pay off the debt. The price is 30 witch crystals."

Cyril nodded and paid the payment readily.

Putting away his disguise mask, he felt more confident about exploring the second-hand grocery store.

So I searched carefully in every corner.

He accidentally stepped on a corner of a black cloak, and the whole basket fell to the ground.

A golden-brown wooden stick with sinuous and curly grain fell out of the crate.

"Feel sorry."

Cyril said softly.

He bent down to pick up the golden-brown wooden stick, and suddenly felt a heat flow from the small wooden stick to himself, and then there was a strange wave in his body, gentle and strong.

Cyril was slightly taken aback, this turned out to be an extremely pure magic power.

His hand holding the stick clenched suddenly.

The little wooden stick seemed to have sensed something, and the movement calmed down, as if he was just an ordinary piece of wood.

[System, check the information of this small wooden stick! ]

Then, Cyril looked happily at the text displayed by the system:

[Name: Millennium Laurel Branches (Rare)

Uses: Perhaps the fire will be very strong?Just kidding, the magic power content in it is too high.

How to use it: Let me see, maybe you just need a wand that fits.

Explanation: This is a thousand-year-old laurel branch that can be camouflaged. If an experienced forest guard observes it, he will only come to the conclusion that it is an ordinary laurel branch.Perhaps it came from a wizard-planted laurel tree that absorbed an unknown number of voided potions. 】Cyril saw that the system said that this laurel tree number contained magic power and was suitable for making a magic wand. He was overjoyed. The magic power he felt just now was indeed real!

It just so happened that Cyril kept his back to other people. He controlled the expression on his face, calmed down, and walked towards the old shopkeeper with a small golden-brown wooden stick.

"How do you sell this?"

Cyril asked calmly, with a calm look on his fair little face.

"Ah, let me take a look."

The old man pushed down the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, exposing the cloudy eyeballs behind the glasses.

He stroked his long white beard, took the small golden-brown wooden stick in Cyril's hand, brought it to the tip of his nose, and kept turning the small wooden stick.

"A common laurel branch..."

The old man murmured, "Why did this thing appear in my shop? Does it have other functions? Why can't I remember it?"

Cyril looked nervously at the old man who seemed to be racking his brains to remember.

"Forget it, you can give me 5 Wujing, as an extra to buy these candies."

The white-bearded old man grabbed a handful of colorful foil-wrapped candies from a glass jar at the side and put them in Cyril's hand.

Cyril settled the bill again with the Black Rose membership card.

His eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the small cage next to the glass jar, which contained a jelly-like object the size of a brown bread.

"Excuse me, what is the black thing in this cage?"

Cyril asked curiously.

"Ah, this is a nightmare-eating tapir, which has the function of eating people's nightmares."

The old man glanced at the things in the small cage, with a trace of subtle disgust on his wrinkled face.

"However, according to my personal experiments, it has no other ability except to eat a lot. But maybe its effect is divided into people? If you want to buy it, I will sell it to you at a low price, 15 witch crystals."

The old man said very frankly.

Cyril recalled the experience of dreaming of Mr. Scott several times, wondering if it was a nightmare.

Thinking of his plan, he suddenly had an idea, and bought this nightmare-eating tapir.

So Cyril took the small golden-brown wooden stick and the small cage containing the dream-eating tapir, greeted Warren and Peake, and returned to the previous wand shop.

Cyril paid 25 witch crystals to the owner of the wand shop, and walked to the brass machine.

He poured the golden-brown sticks he had just bought and the caged nightmare into the entrance of the brass machine.

Cyril stared intently at the running brass machine, his slender eyelashes fluttering slightly.

This time the machine seemed to be running much longer than the previous Pulitzer's synthetic wand, and Cyril almost couldn't help asking the shopkeeper if the machine was broken.

It wasn't until he heard the pleasant sound of "Ding——" that his raised heart gradually let go.

Cyril stared at the brass pipe that drained the garbage, but it didn't move at all.

Another minute or two passed before another brass pipe spit out a pure black wand.

This wand is very beautiful, it is a delicate matte black, it looks low-key and deep, and there is a faint woody fragrance in the hand.

Cyril happily held the wand in his hand, the length and thickness were just right.

He waved his wand, feeling the magic in it despite not saying any spells.

Cyril immediately forgot about Mr. Scott's keel wand, which he had been thinking about.

His own wand is the best!

Cyril put away the freshly baked wand, returned to the door of the second-hand store, and saw Peake and Warren waiting.

Warren was stunned for a moment when he saw Cyril, who was empty-handed, but politely didn't ask any questions.

"Okay, next, I'll take you to the Flame Tavern where wizards often gather. You may be able to get a lot of information there."

Pique said.

At this time, the sky was already a little dim, and the sky was smudged with a large area of ​​golden and rose-colored rays.

Cyril and the two followed Pique's pace and came to the front of a tavern.

Seeing Peake greet him, the waiter at the tavern looked at Cyril and Warren knowingly, and asked, "What would you like to drink? Gentlemen, why don't you try our signature flame beer?"

Cyril nodded, and paid 1 witch crystal to get a glass of golden red wine.

He looked around the dimly lit tavern. There were many wizards in robes sitting in front of the wooden bar. Their faces were hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

Cyril took a sip of the golden-red wine in the glass, the crystal liquid slipped into his throat, and a hot feeling rushed straight to the sky.

His little face turned red, and the red clouds flew up.

"Hahahaha! Try our flame beer for the first time? Isn't the taste amazing?"

Seeing Cyril's flushed cheeks, the tavern waiter giggled.

"Actually, it tastes pretty good!" He touched his chin, "I'm used to it, and I find it very exciting!"

However, the tavern waiter was very considerate and poured him another glass of water.

Cyril felt as if a fire was burning in his mouth at this moment. He took the clear water and gulped it down before he had time to thank him. He didn't put down the water glass until he felt the hot taste was completely suppressed.

When Cyril came back to his senses, his eyes met those of Warren, who was also flushed. Both of them were indifferent to the signature flame beer and pushed it away a little.

At this time, they also heard a chattering voice coming from a corner of the tavern: "Alice Garden Wizarding Academy, a very good wizarding academy, at least I heard that their homework is not too much, and the difficulty is not too big. The professors are more friendly..."

"Black Marsh Wizard Academy, according to reliable sources, the location where the academy is located has a very high concentration of dark elements. It is recommended that all A-level wizard apprentices who have detected the affinity of dark elements give priority to this wizard academy. Of course, they give The preferential treatment offered will definitely satisfy you..."

"Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy, the reputation may be a little bit..."

Cyril pricked up his ears and listened to the hoarse voice of the man wearing a pointed wizard hat introducing different wizarding academies to the people around him. The face of the other party was obscured by the wide wizard hat.

He made a note of it in his heart, and then waited to hear information about Snowbog College of Wizardry and Wizardry, where he was likely to go.

Cyril waited until this person had reviewed almost all the wizarding colleges, and then the other party lowered his voice and mentioned Snowbog Wizarding College: "Okay, the last one, Snowboggy Wizarding College."

He coughed and cleared his throat, and his tone was a bit weird: "This Wizarding Academy, you know everything, if you don't understand, you won't understand even if I tell you, why don't you tell me. Don't ask me what's wrong, It won’t do you any good if I say it, so just pretend you don’t know.”

Cyril paused when he heard the words, and his heart sank.

This? ? ?

Guys, this introduces a loneliness.

The sorcerer drank all the wine that the people around him offered him, and then left the Flame Tavern.

They stayed for a while longer and left the tavern without further information.

Peake took them to visit other places on Whalefall Island.

The layout of Whalefall Island is divided into different areas according to the natural location of the giant whale spine.

There is even a steam train running through the head and tail of Whalefall Island under the spine of the giant whale.

"The place where you will conduct the wizard apprentice grading trial tomorrow is at the tail of Whalefall Island."

Pick led them up a higher hill and said to the two of them.

Cyril stood on a hill covered with lush green grass and looked towards the tail of Whalefall Island. However, he looked past the layers of houses, steam carriages and pedestrians coming and going, but he didn't see anything.

It feels like the very end is shrouded in a layer of fog.

At this time, the orange sunset was slowly falling, and on the other side of the sky, a crescent moon was already hanging high in the sky.

The sun and the moon shine together, light and darkness intertwine, and time seems to be frozen for a moment.

Afterwards, under the suggestion of Peake, the two of Cyril went to a restaurant called "Maizizi Barbecue Restaurant" for dinner.

And Pique said goodbye to the two when they were ready to go to dinner.

The young guide walked a distance, whistled at them, waved his hand, and shouted, "Come on for tomorrow's grading test! Good luck!"

Cyril nodded, and made up his mind that he must have a good meal tonight.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that it was filled with the delicious smell of barbecue.

The grill is covered with slices of fresh meat as thin as cicada's wings, and it makes a happy sound of "zilazila" under the burning of the flame.

The clear oil slowly oozes out, and the smell of burnt aroma comes to the nostrils, just looking at it feels enjoyable.

Cyril dipped the grilled meat slices into the rich sauce and put them in his mouth.

The grilled meat slices are delicate and smooth, and the sauce is rich.Mixed together in the mouth, the full output of each complements each other.

The slightly charred meat slices also have a special taste, the texture is crisper, and there is a "sizzling" sound when bitten down.

By the time they walked out of the barbecue restaurant, it was already dark.

The night sky is dotted with stars, and the sea breeze blows gently, giving it a hazy beauty.

Cyril and Warren returned to the cruise ship Black along the route they remembered, and said good night to each other.

When he returned to his room, he impatiently took out his wand and stroked it gently.

Illuminated by the bright crystal lights in the first-class cabin of the cruise ship, the pure black body of the wand glows with a quiet and elegant luster.

Cyril calmed down, raised his hand and shook his wrist, and waved the magic wand in his hand, guiding the magic power in his body and wand to quickly outline the magic runes of the fireball technique, and at the same time muttered: "The raging fire!"

Pure magic power gathered from the tip of the wand, and was obediently manipulated according to the instructions of the magic runes, and finally three fireballs the size of human heads were released brilliantly.

The bright fiery red light suddenly illuminated the entire room extremely dazzlingly.

This was the first time that Cyril successfully released three fireballs at the same time, and an indescribable joy flooded his heart.

Not to mention that when using the wand to guide the magic power, he only felt that the mental power was extraordinarily comfortable, without any sense of difficulty, and it only made people feel that the movement of releasing the magic spell was as natural as it was born, which was extremely comfortable.

Cyril called up the information of the wand detected by the system:

[Name: Wand of Cyril Lawrence]

Purpose: The wand of the novice wizard apprentice reserve (if you are lucky, it will become a real wizard's wand in the future)

How to use: The magic content in this magic wand is too high, and it is compatible with all elements, which can multiply the power of the magic spell.In particular, it contains nightmare-eating ingredients, which can become a very suitable wand for witches.It seems that it still has some shortcomings (to be verified).

Explanation: It is a proud little guy, so satisfied that you can see through its essence at a glance, so it is "condescending" to be used by you, a novice wizard apprentice reserve.Please come on, the owner of the wand, your little cute wand is looking forward to the day you become a real wizard! 】This wand is amazing!

Cyril sighed again, his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

From now on, you will be my little baby!I will definitely treat you well!

Cyril glanced at the wand tenderly and stroked it gently.

When he lay in bed at night and was about to go to sleep, he put his wand next to his pillow, and instantly felt very safe.

A good night's dream.

When Cyril got up the next day, he packed up his things, finished the breakfast delivered by the restaurant waiter in his room, took out his disguise mask and put it on, and then came to the deck of the Black.

A large group of freshmen gathered on the deck.

Cyril found that after the purchase on Whale Falling Island yesterday, everyone had more or less magical items on them.

At least it looks like the grocery store is selling extremely well for protective cloaks.

A dozen or so adults in different clothes stood at the front of the deck. There was an obvious circle around them, and no one dared to approach them.

Cyril instantly understood that these were the official wizards on the ship who were going to recruit students from the continent of Atlantis.

Among them was an androgynous wizard with a handsome face and a black top hat, wearing a gorgeous black evening dress and long skirt.

The most striking thing is that there is an extraordinarily delicate puppet sitting on his shoulder.

Except for the facial features, this little puppet is very similar to other tall puppet figures on the Black cruise ship.

Cyril immediately realized that this wizard in a black dress was the owner of the Black.

He looked at "her" calmly.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is, Cyril thought to himself, it's really hard to tell from the outside that this is the owner of the unscrupulous restaurant.

There are also wizards wearing dazzling wizard robes, on which densely packed magic runes are painted with blood-like liquid.

Cyril stared at it for a while, only to feel dizzy, and a sense of dizziness hit his brain.

He hurriedly looked away and stared at the blue sky for a while before he managed to recover.

At the same time, Cyril was a little curious, he didn't see Mr. Scott.

Could it be that Mr. Scott is only an apprentice wizard, so he is not qualified to stay with other official wizards?

Without allowing Cyril to think too much, the wizard wearing the dazzling and dizzying wizard robe made a sound. His voice was very low, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Okay, all freshmen! Listen up, now I will take you to the venue for the grading and trial of wizard apprentices."