After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril fell asleep until he woke up naturally the next day.

He opened his eyes, saw the simple wooden beams above his head in a daze, and then suddenly woke up, recalling that he had already arrived in a new world.

Although it was somewhat different from what he had imagined, it was after all the wizarding world he had always expected.

a new day!

Cyril cheered himself up.

Then he went to the kitchen and looked around, only to find two pieces of hard black bread.

To be honest, it can be used as a defensive weapon.

He looked around in every corner of the kitchen in disbelief.

However, I only found a few bottles of spices left, a small bag of broken tea leaves, three fruits with wrinkled skins that seemed to have been placed for a long time, and a small box of matches that was only half left.

In the corner of the kitchen was a pile of empty wine bottles.

Now he understood why Cyril needed to go hunting in the Bruma Forest.

Life is not easy, Cyril sighed.

He stared at the two black breads, which seemed hard to swallow, and sent out soul torture:

[Is this thing really not going to knock teeth out? ]

[Friendship recommends that you soak it in hot water until it softens before drinking it. You can't expect it to taste good.Of course, you can also imagine that you are eating a big meal. I figured out that it can promote appetite! 】

I can thank you.

Cyril's face twitched, he looked around, but couldn't find the faucet.

[Looks like there's no place to fetch water? ]

[There is a small stream not far behind this house! 】

At least it's convenient to get water... Cyril comforted himself.

He found a clean wooden barrel in the corner of the kitchen, walked along the path from the backyard for about 5 minutes, and indeed saw a small stream.

The flowing water is gurgling, the stream flows over large and small pebbles, and the green aquatic plants are infiltrated to become more verdant.

He stood by the stream and squatted down, his face reflected in the clear water.

Seeing this, Cyril was slightly taken aback, using the stream as a mirror, he finally saw his current appearance clearly.

The reflection in the water has a thin face and a sharp chin.

The skin is pale, but upon closer inspection, the facial features are very delicate.Half-length slightly curly black hair hangs down the back of the head. The hair is dry and lacks nutrition at first glance.

It seems to be very similar to his original appearance.

Cyril was silent for a moment, and continued to fetch water.

He returned to the kitchen with a wooden bucket full of water, struck a match and lit the fire on the stove.

The tongue of fire licked the tiny dead branches, and after a while, it crackled and burned, slowly emitting heat.

He patiently boiled a pot of water, found a fairly clean bowl, poured hot water into it, and then dipped one end of the hard brown bread into the hot water.

Cyril waited for a while, and still took a little effort to break off a piece of slightly soaked black bread. He mustered up the courage to chew a mouthful. The harsh taste like gravel that had absorbed water was hard to swallow.

It competes with the lowest-grade interstellar nutrient solution that is tasteless and tasteless.No, the nutrient solution is better, at least it can be eaten, Cyril complained silently.

He called up his body data and looked at his physical strength - it was the normal black number "6".

Cyril resolutely put down the black bread in his hand, picked up the dead rabbit he brought home from the Bruma Forest last night, and walked to the market in the small town of Cotswood in his memory.

Cyril turned from the secluded path to the main road in the town, and gradually more people appeared in his sight.

The town during the day is no longer as quiet as it is under the night, but is filled with a simple and leisurely style unique to the countryside.

Someone looked at him, and Cyril was thinking about whether to say hello, but recalled Yuan's indifferent and cool style in his memory, so he gave up.

However, as he was walking, he suddenly heard an enthusiastic voice behind him:

"Excuse me, buddy! Give me a hand, please!"

Cyril turned his head and saw a young man with short brown hair struggling to hold two large wooden barrels.

There is also a wooden frame on the two wooden barrels that is crumbling, and these things that the man is holding almost block his sight.

Cyril picked up the wooden frame with his free hand, which was a little heavy.

"Thank you."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Cyril's face, he opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

"Hey, Lawrence! It's you! Do you remember me? I'm Sam, Sam Norton!"

The young man was a little surprised. After all, the former Cyril was not someone who would talk to others, let alone help.

He seemed to feel a little embarrassed to say that again, and added: "I mean, it's a little unexpected, isn't it? You know! Just..."

Sam wanted to scratch his head, but found he couldn't free his hand, so he gave up.

Cyril gave him a natural smile, which made Sam relax.

He continued very familiarly: "Hey, I heard from the people in the tavern that you went to the Wuyue Forest some time ago?"

Sam glanced at the rabbit in Cyril's other hand, and said with some regret: "It would be great if it was alive, and the live ones can be sold for a better price!"

Cyril didn't know what to say, he was not keen on socializing in his previous life, nor was he very good at it.

"Next time."

He thought for a while, then answered.

The boy's voice is clear and crisp, which is very suitable for the warm sunshine in the country morning.

Sam was a little surprised to hear Cyril's reply, but he quickly reacted and babbled again:

"Originally, I heard from the people in the tavern that Uncle Fitz made a deal with Old John for you to work as a waiter in the tavern. But if you can hunt, of course you can earn more than that. I have to say that Old John is a bit too much. It’s stingy, I’ve been working for three years! It’s only 100 silver coins a month!”

Being a tavern waiter costs 100 silver coins a month, Cyril secretly wrote it down, and estimated the price in the market in his heart.

Along the way, Sam talked a lot of gossip about the town, of course, the sources were all kinds of true feelings revealed by the men in the tavern after drinking and rumors brought by the merchants.

It also gave Cyril a better understanding of the information of the whole town.

"I have arrived!"

Sam walked to the door of the tavern, put down the two large wooden barrels in his hand, and took a breath with a red face.

Cyril handed him the wooden frame, and Sam took it with a smile to thank him, and whispered in his ear mysteriously: "If Fernando, who collects prey at the market, doesn't come, you can try to send the rabbit to Ellen Uncle’s restaurant, he’s collecting prey recently.”

Cyril raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Thank you." He murmured.

Sam waved him goodbye.

Cyril continued on and walked to the square of the town, which is the most prosperous place in the whole town.

In the center of the square stands a tall white stone statue of the Goddess of Light.

Not far behind is the only church in the town, not too big, but solemn and elegant, with a pointed dome piercing the vast blue sky.

Cowswood Town Hall is also nearby.

The stalls around the square are temporary markets, and there are also shops selling various items on both sides of the surrounding streets.

Cyril slowly walked around the market.

He saw people selling all kinds of clothes, so he couldn't help but stop.

He was still wearing the dirty clothes from yesterday, which made him uncomfortable.

But now he has no spare money to buy new clothes.

He also saw stalls selling various tools, among which a sharp green jeweled dagger stood out.

Of course, food stalls were also indispensable, and the freshly baked biscuits and bread aroused Cyril's hunger.

Really fragrant!

Gotta get rid of this rabbit quickly, he thought to himself.

Cyril didn't see any stalls collecting prey in the market, maybe it was because people hadn't arrived as Sam said.

He caught a glimpse of the signboard of Allen's restaurant on the street next to him, paused, straightened his clothes, tried to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, and walked in with his legs lifted.

"Welcome, what would you like to order?"

Uncle Allen, who was sitting in the shop to settle accounts, raised his head when he heard someone coming in.

He is a middle-aged man with a bright forehead and wrinkles around his eyes.

When Uncle Allen saw that it was Cyril, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't remember the name of the boy with a smile on his face.

Is there this little guy in town?

"Mr. Allen, good morning."

Cyril greeted politely, raised the rabbit in his hand, and continued: "I'm here to ask, do you know if you collect prey?"

Mr. Allen glanced at the weight of the rabbit that Cyril was carrying, and said, "Of course, I can give you 5 silver coins without counter-offering."

Cyril nodded, and felt a little relieved. It would be good to sell it, and the price was the same as Aunt Maria estimated.

He thoughtfully put the rabbit into the back kitchen, then took five and a half old silver coins from Uncle Allen, thanked him, and walked out.

Cyril originally wanted to deal with the weird little snake together, but he thought that the alchemy product might be something related to the wizarding world, and it might be of greater value in the future.

Coming out of Allen's restaurant, Cyril rubbed the silver coins on his fingertips.

The silver coin is about the size of a fingernail, with a thickness of about two millimeters. The head of a woman wearing a crown is engraved on the front (he knows from memory that this is the image of Queen Victoria of the United Nations of the Atlantis continent), and the relief on the back of the silver coin constitutes " 1".

He looked at the currency in his hand with some novelty. You must know that after the interstellar era, people directly use the virtual currency stored in the optical brain.

But the smell of food wafting from the market quickly interrupted his thoughts.

Cyril went straight to the bread stand he had been looking at before. The shop owner was impressed by his face, smiled kindly, and took a silver coin from Cyril's hand.

1 silver coin is equal to 10 copper coins.

Two pieces of soft white bread cost 5 copper coins, and a piece of black bread of the same size only costs 1 copper coin. However, considering the rough taste, this is obviously not within the scope of Cyril's consideration.

After he had money in his hand, he would not wrong himself, and "luxuriously" spent 3 copper coins to buy a small bowl of warm goat's milk, and also spent 2 copper coins to buy a small dish of raspberry jam.

Cyril sat on the bench at the bread stand and tasted breakfast slowly. While enjoying the autumn sunshine, he complained in his heart that he spent a lot of money and ate 1 silver coin for breakfast.

The raspberry sauce is sour and sweet, and it has a special taste in the soft white bread.

Take a bite of bread and drink warm goat's milk. The combination of the two is really wonderful!

It's great to have a full stomach!Cyril let out a contented sigh.

Then he spent 2 silver coins to buy a lot of bread and biscuits that are easy to store.

After all, he still needs to enter the Brumian Forest again, not only because of his little savings, but also the meditation and elements mentioned by the system before, and he has to slowly figure it out.

***

[Are you sure you must go to that fluorescent grass to help meditation? ]

Cyril shuttled through the foggy moon forest with a water bag and dry food, while keeping an eye out for any large creatures nearby.

[Yes.There is a place in the Wuyue Forest called Fluorescent Grassland, where fluorescent grass gathers, and the magnetic field there is amazing!You meditate there to help boost your spiritual power!Get twice the result with half the effort! 】

The system speaks sincerely.

[You don't have to worry about the fluorescent grass at all, after all, I'm here, and I will wake you up every time your consciousness reaches the warning line!I promise! 】

Cyril finally arrived at the fluorescent grass field mentioned by the system before evening, and he was slightly surprised.

In the systematic description, the fluorescent grass is a dangerous creature, but now what appears in front of Cyril's eyes is a swaying, dandelion-like large piece of grass.

He knelt down and examined a fluorescent grass carefully.

The white pappus on the top of the fluorescent grass forms a small pompom, which looks docile and harmless.

The modern electronic screen appeared in front of Cyril again, showing the data of the fluorescent grass:

【Name: fluorescent grass

Danger Level: 10

Remarks: Lovely and charming executioners, in their territory, only those with a strong will can return to the other side of life. 】

This introduction is very spiritual.

After dinner, Cyril meditated according to the method the system said.

He sat cross-legged on the grass, closed his eyes and let himself go.

Perhaps it was really because of the environment that he quickly entered a subtle space of galaxies. The magnificent and vast galaxies are shocking.

Imagine yourself as a nebula too...

He felt as if he, too, had really become part of the galaxy.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, a huge, deafening music sounded in Cyril's mind——

【Good luck!Good luck coming!Good luck brings joy and love! 】

Cyril opened his eyes abruptly.

The author has something to say:

"Good luck! I wish you good luck! Good luck brings joy and love!" from the song "Good Luck".