After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Those two freshmen who entered the core of the secret realm disappeared? Did they exit the grading trial after touching the protection mechanism of the bracelet?"

The fat wizard who had been following the progress of the little black dots on the map suddenly spoke out.

There was a hint of doubt and a touch of regret in his voice, "It's a pity that I didn't pass the last level successfully."

"However, if you can enter the core of the secret realm within two hours, your spiritual power and magic power are quite good, and you should be able to get an A-level."

The small-eyed wizard of the Wizards Union pushed his glasses, and commented rationally: "The quality of this freshmen seems to be quite good."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the map projected by the crystal ball.

At this time, many small black spots have successfully entered the second and third circles in the circle.

And the first lap of Illusions and Circles is about to close in 10 minutes.

For those freshmen who have not successfully entered the second circle of the secret realm, they have 24 hours left in the secret realm to save their D- and E-rank fates.

"Excuse me, this is Rudolph."

The crystal clear crystal ball in the center of the round table suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light.

Then, a serious male voice came over and clearly fell into the ears of everyone present.

"Got it, Rudolph. There should be two freshmen coming out, right? Cyril Lawrence and Robert Pearson? How? What's going on?"

The small-eyed wizard asked a long list of questions like a cannonball.

"Stop, Walkley! That's exactly what I'm going to say now, things are a little tricky. We just calmed down Robert Pearson, extracted the memory of this young man with his consent, and discovered the abyss in the core of the secret realm. It is unclear whether the real abyss is testing the traces of haunting, or someone is deliberately disguising..."

When Rudolph mentioned the word "abyss", his tone was a bit heavy.

When all the wizards present here heard the word "Abyss", their faces darkened and they were in an uproar.

The small-eyed wizard named Walkley even stood up from his seat in surprise, not even caring that the glasses on his nose slipped off due to his sudden movement.

"We have already reported to the upper echelons of the Wizarding Union, and sent observer Luke to the core of the secret realm to check, to prevent the new students entering the core of the secret realm from being polluted by the abyss. As you all know, the wizarding union has always set up an observation bureau to guard against the comeback of the abyss. "

Rudolph pinched the center of his brows, paused, and continued.

"Now we are going to wait for another freshman to wake up and ask him about the situation. The other freshman, Cyril Lawrence, is receiving treatment because his magic power was exhausted after being teleported..."

As soon as Rudolph finished speaking, Brian frowned slightly, and a hostility suddenly filled his narrow brows.

Obviously, the "Abyss" that caused everyone's complexion changes just now failed to make him emotionally fluctuate.

There was a layer of chill in the icy black eyes of the great necromancer, and even his golden pupils shone with an inhuman, cold tone.

The smoky gray mist around him seemed to grow thicker.

"Excuse me."

Brian left behind an indifferent and alienated male voice, and the space around him distorted before disappearing in place.

The fat wizard was worried and amazed at the same time.

Could it be that this freshman has more potential than the S-rank wizard apprentice from the previous class, and he was approved by the head of Snowbog Wizard Academy so quickly!

"Sorry, I should also go and see the future students of our school."

A wizard in a black robe also spoke immediately.

He is the dean of the Black Marsh Wizarding Academy. Seeing what Brian did, he also planned to care about Robert.

The rest of the wizards were not surprised by the departure of the two principals. After all, they were the first freshmen to come out of the grading trial, and their strength was outstanding, so they deserved attention.

If it weren't for the interference of this "abyss", they might have performed even better.

Thinking of the abyss, everyone's expressions turned serious. The impact of the previous fierce battle has not gone away.

It can even be said that after the war, the wizarding academies began to strictly train wizard apprentices in a real sense...

The destination of the new students teleported from the secret realm is the hall of this manor.

At this time, several wizards from the Wizarding Union were surrounding Cyril and Robert.

Robert had already been given a bottle of medium-level sedative potion. At this time, his frightened mood had calmed down a lot, and he was looking worriedly at Cyril who was lying on the side.

Due to the exhaustion of magic power, waking Cyril rashly would easily leave him with a headache sequelae. The therapist of the Wizards Union is singing a gentle and soothing healing technique.

Rudolph and others who were in charge of receiving the freshmen who came out of the secret realm stood aside. They had just finished collecting the body data for Robert, and they were summarizing various information to give him a suitable rating.

Suddenly, everyone in this hall felt a silent coercion, and the therapist almost missed the next spell with a jitter.

Fortunately, as an experienced therapist, he has seen strong winds and waves, so he restrained himself from looking at the place where the sense of presence was overwhelming, and continued to chant the spell as calmly as possible.

And everyone else looked at the man who suddenly appeared.

Under the bright lights in the hall, the visitor had unforgettable handsome features, and his aura was even more frighteningly fierce.

When the therapist finished chanting the spell with difficulty under the imposing gaze, he felt cold all over, so he stepped aside and cast a warming spell on himself.

Brian walked up to Cyril and looked down at him.

Cyril closed his eyes, revealing a small face with very fair skin, and a faint crow blue under his eyes, making him look very haggard.

The curly black hair fell half on the shoulders, the hair was messy, and the clothes on his body were wrinkled. The whole person looked extremely weak and even more adorable.

Brian looked at Cyril inch by inch from beginning to end.

His gaze lightly slid over the rose necklace that he personally put on Cyril's neck, and paused for a few seconds.

Compared with the straightforward and ruthless stabbing of his neck with a knife in the illusion, the little rose now seems to have been severely ravaged by a storm, and the petals are all scattered.

Brian moved his lips imperceptibly.

A gust of soothing breeze took away all the dirty dust on Cyril's body, and even the corners of his clothes were wiped clean and tidy for him.

Seeing that Little Rose had returned to her clean and soft appearance, Brian's expression turned pale.

Then he stretched out his hand, gently clasped Cyril's chin, and fed him a small white pill.

Brian's slightly cool fingertips brushed against Cyril's soft lips, and carelessly rubbed them.

The pharmacist standing aside gasped when he saw this scene.

Good guy, he read it right!That small white pill is indeed a precious recovery pill worth 1000 witch crystals, right?

Most of the potions on the market are in liquid form, because for most wizards who practice magic pharmacy, liquid potions are the best to learn to master and configure by hand.

As for making more concentrated pills, further condensing and purification is required, and more precise and difficult operations are required to ensure that the efficacy of the medicine will not be destroyed in the process.

Therefore, in the Wizarding Continent, the price of pills is much more expensive than potions.

The pharmacist recalled the precious recovery pill that he saw just now, and felt a little heartbroken-this is an ordinary case where the mana was exhausted after taking the moonlight fruit by mistake, and he used the precious recovery pill with a sledgehammer!

Rich people are really... rich and powerful!

I don't know which wizard college professor this is?

He actually missed such a wizard academy that cared for the next generation back then!

Thinking of his poor life of earning witch crystals and doing experiments in the Wizarding Academy, the pharmacist almost wanted to shed tears.

and many more!

Haven't I already treated this freshman?

The other party doesn't believe in their own healing techniques? !

When the pharmacist sighed in his heart, Cyril, who had taken the precious recovery pill, had already woken up.

It has to be said that you get what you pay for, and the effect of these 1000 witch crystals is immediate.

When Cyril just woke up, he felt that his body was no longer exhausted, but filled with a sense of warmth and comfort, like taking a comfortable hot bath in winter.

Did you come out of the secret realm?

Cyril raised his head, and met Brian's handsome face close at hand.

In front of him was a strange wizard, with a cold and handsome face, moon-white soft silver hair, black-gold alienated eyes, and a terrifying aura around him.

Even though the two had never met each other before, Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and an extremely deadly danger alert.

He suddenly clenched the hand by his side, and his body froze.

Seeing that Cyril had woken up, the therapist said with great relief, "Hey, you're awake! You know, your professor just fed you a precious recovery pill worth 1000 witch crystals! Are you moved? Are you happy? ?”

There was a hint of envy in the therapist's tone.

dare not move, dare not move.

Cyril's body became stiffer after hearing his words.

His big almond eyes blinked, and his slender eyelashes touched and closed, trembling slightly.

Happy with a hammer, I feel that the dean will ask me for money in the next second.

It turns out that Cyril's instincts are pretty good.

Seeing that Cyril had woken up, Brian said slowly, "Let me introduce you, I am your future mentor, the dean of Snowbog School of Wizardry, Brian."

Cyril nodded and called politely: "Hello, Dean Brian."

He flashed a sweet smile at Brian.

Then I heard the other party continue to say: "The 1000 Wujing, you will pay back slowly after you arrive at the academy. Of course, if you want to go to other wizarding academy..."

There was a slight smile in Brian's black and golden eyes, and he said in a joking tone: "Please go ahead. It's just that the 1000 witch crystals have to be repaid to me now."

Cyrillic:? ? ?

Pay a huge sum of money before enrolling?

Life is such a dog thing, it really gives people small surprises everywhere.

The dean of the Black Marsh Wizarding Academy, who came behind him, glanced at Brian and raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, this man would show such an approachable side in front of the apprentice wizard.

Merlin's robes!He can still joke?

"I think we should pay attention to the 'Abyss' first."

Rudolph coughed, cleared his throat, and interrupted Cyril's sadness in a puzzled manner.

The voice of the wizard in charge of rating was a bit blunt: "I think, Mr. Lawrence, in order to find out what happened to you in the secret realm just now, I have to ask you to donate your memory."

"It will also help with your wizard apprentice grading."

He paused, noticing that his tone seemed to be so malicious, he added dryly.

A trace of understanding quickly slipped through Cyril's eyes.

It seems that his previous guess was correct, that weird black mist was indeed not the original challenge item in the Wizard Apprentice Grading Trial.

"I come."

Brian's voice was very soft, but it carried an irrefutable force.

Rudolph did not object, and watched quietly as the other party took out his crystal ball. Without using his wand afterwards, he effortlessly pulled out the freshman's memory and put it into the crystal ball.

He couldn't help but marvel in his heart, sure enough, no matter how many horror stories he had heard about the other party, he had never been so shocked by seeing a real person's strength.

After all, Rudolph remembered that the dean of the Snowbog School of Wizardry hadn't been to the site of the grading trial in person for many years.

He is still relatively familiar with Christina, the vice-principal of the Snoborg School of Wizardry.

Cyril felt that the memory was pulled out was very strange, as if he suddenly entered a movie theater and started watching a movie, and the content of the movie was his own memory.

As a bystander, he saw the movie start from when he and Robert came to the Moonlight Tree, and ended when he passed out.

When the movie was over, his mind suddenly came to his senses.

I saw a small bubble melting into the crystal ball, and then bursting inside the crystal ball.

Countless tiny bubbles and water splashes appeared in the crystal ball, and when it calmed down again, it began to project the content of Cyril's memory—it was the scene that happened to them in front of the Moonlight Tree.

Seeing this memory, Rudolph's expression became more serious.

He already had a bad premonition in his heart, and the abyss was afraid that he couldn't hold back and was about to move again.

"Dean Brian, I have to hand over this memory copy to the Wizarding Union, please forgive me."

Rudolph touched his nose, took a deep breath and said.

Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.

Cyril froze for a moment, then realized that the other party was asking for his consent, so he nodded hurriedly.

Then he saw his headmaster pass the memory to the other party neatly after Rudolph took out the crystal ball.

The inside of the crystal ball fluctuated again, and a small bubble emerged, then floated out and entered Rudolph's crystal ball.

"Very advanced wandless silent spell! Perfect!"

Rudolph watched the process and couldn't help admiring.

He sincerely admires it.

You must know that although the copying spell is one of the [-] necessary common spells, the larger the volume, the greater the number and the greater the difficulty, the higher the requirements for the copying spell, such as memory, copying memory It's really not an easy task.

Cyril was in a complicated mood for a while.

The stronger the mentor, logically speaking, the happier he should be.

But when Cyril looked at Dean Brian before, he always felt that there was a shocking emotion in the other's deep eyes.

There was also that strange sense of familiarity that seemed to make him feel a little overwhelmed.

[System, check Dean Brian's physical data! ]

Cyril glanced at Brian quietly, and quickly said to the system.