After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril's heart was beating wildly, waiting for the system's test results extremely restlessly.

However, the system did not give out information as quickly as before, but paused strangely for a second or two.

Next, the playlist that Cyril hadn't heard for a long time began to play randomly uncontrollably: [One person!I'm drunk!Drunk couples beauties!Two eyes!It's alone...] [Stop stop!stop! ]

This song inexplicably carried a brainwashing melody, and Cyril hurriedly stopped the system.

Why do you play a song when there is a disagreement? !

He looked nervously at Dean Brian, could it be that he was discovered?

At this time, Brian happened to glance at Cyril unintentionally, and the look in his black golden eyes was dim.

Cyril's heart jumped, he quickly withdrew his gaze, turned forward as if nothing had happened, trying to suppress the ups and downs in his heart.

The system finished playing most of the song in a daze, and stopped before Cyril almost couldn't help shaking his legs.

[Hey, what's going on?I felt as if I drank two catties of white wine just now, and my whole body was full of pride and pride. 】[I can see, as long as you eat an extra peanut, you won't be so drunk. ]

Cyril spoke quietly to the system.

[Where's Dean Brian's data? ]

Cyril asked without much hope.

[Hey!I remembered!The moment I scanned that man, it was like being infected by a virus!I immediately lost my mind! 】The system suddenly realized.

It ponders:

【Careless!Great wizards of this level should have magic items or anti-spells to prevent peeping and surveillance. Look at the mist like a little fairy, which is deliberately half-covered. It is not clear that it is a warning to others not to approach Well! 】Cyril choked up when he heard the words, but he really didn't see that the dean's smoky gray mist had half a witch crystal relationship with the little fairy.

"Okay, Mr. Lawrence, now follow me!"

Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief after saving his memory.

He raised his head and said to Cyril, while muttering in his heart that the Wizards Union will be busy for a few months after this.

"We need to test your body data so that we can rate you as a wizard apprentice."

He led Cyril to a brass machine.

The brass machine with a cool metallic luster protrudes forward on a platform with a crystal ball in the center.

Behind the table next to the brass machine sat a female wizard in emerald green wizard robes.

She has beautiful fiery red hair, which is thick and fluffy, forming a strong visual impact with the color of the robe, like a fire in spring, with a menacing momentum that burns the entire grassland.

"Don't be nervous, little guy."

The red-haired witch's eyes lit up when she saw Cyril.

She gave Cyril a friendly smile, her big white teeth flashing.

"Now, put your hands on that crystal ball."

She admired Cyril's beauty, and her voice softened a lot.

What a beautiful and cute little guy, come and be her colleague after being promoted to an official wizard.

With the average appearance of the Wizards Union now... Anyway, she will not be able to stay any longer.

Cyril also returned a polite smile to the other party, looking very cute.

He glanced at the crystal ball in front of him and sighed inwardly.

Again.

He understands.

He had also experienced the painful taste of testing his mental strength in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage before.

However, Cyril suddenly thought of the simple parchment name test that Mr. Scott later used.

Don't know why these wizards don't use the more convenient and painless method...

However, when Cyril put his hands on the crystal ball, what he felt was not the intense stimulation that went straight to the nerves in his memory, but a light air current rushing across his body at high speed.

Within a few seconds, he heard the gentle voice of the red-haired witch: "Okay, child, it's over."

Cyrillic:? ? ?

That's it?

numb.

What a wonderful crystal ball Mr. Scott's crystal ball is!It looks exactly like its kind, but its acting style is so rough!

Next, the brass machine made a "clicking" sound.

The voice is professional, but nothing happens.

"Oh, look at my memory!"

The red-haired witch withdrew her admiring gaze from Cyril.

She slapped her head, hurriedly picked up a stack of parchment on the table, and threw it through the entrance of the brass machine.

Immediately afterwards, she unscrewed the pot-bellied inkwell on the corner of the table and poured ink into it through a smaller opening.

After a while, the brass machine spit out a piece of parchment printed with black ink.

The red-haired witch took a look at this piece of parchment, and muttered: "The fourth circle of the secret realm! Good guy! Much stronger than I was back then! Mental power 35, very good! Magic power, ah... how about magic power? Only 10, which is a pity. Physical fitness is also very good, all good."

Cyril also let the system display his current body data: [Name: Cyril Lawrence

Age: 15

Stamina: 15

Power: 15

Mental Power: 35

Mana: 10 (temporarily)

Achievement: Bitter Meat (Passive)

Explanation: The route designed by Moonlight Fruit for you: stand out first, then get slapped in the face, and then come back to stand out after the slap in the face, tsk tsk tsk, old trick. ] Cyril raised his eyebrows and asked in his mind:

[How long does this temporarily refer to? ]

[To be honest, since the moonlight fruit is very rare and has limited records, it can be regarded as "Schrödinger's temporary", so you understand...] The system replied honestly.

At this moment, the lonely therapist who had treated Cyril before came over.

He said to the red-haired witch: "Cathy, this freshman is a bit special. He ran out of mana because he accidentally ate a moonlight fruit in the core of the secret realm. Now his mana level is suppressed at 10. I don't know when he will recover. Poor little fellow!"

"However, this is of course understandable! Freshmen, who have not yet accepted the devastation of magic pharmacy, who knew that moonlight fruit would have to be tossed into moonlight potion before they can be taken?!"

The pharmacist patted Cyril on the shoulder, with a rather understanding and sympathetic expression on his face.

No, I know, it's just that I didn't have a choice.

Cyril's face remained calm, showing a very innocent expression.

The pharmacist continued to babble: "However, magic pharmacy is such a magical knowledge, isn't it amazing? Ah! You will see it soon, it's amazing, very amazing..."

"Okay, okay, I see, Peter!"

The red-haired witch interrupted the apothecary very rudely.

She then took out a brass box from the desk drawer, which contained five small seals of different colors.

The red-haired witch picked out a white seal from the box that looked much brand new compared to the rest, and said to Cyril with a smile: "Congratulations! The new 'S'-level wizard apprentice!"

As she spoke, she printed the white seal on the parchment with Cyril's data.

Cyril clearly saw that the moment the white seal landed on the parchment, the entire parchment glowed with a light white light.

"By the way, which wizarding academy brought you to Whalefall Island? Which wizarding academy are you going to?"

The red-haired witch continued to ask. She took out a bright purple quill pen (as eye-catching as her hair and robe) from her pocket, dipped the pen tip in ink, and raised her eyes to ask Cyril.

She was still a little puzzled in her heart, why there was an S-level wizard apprentice among the freshmen, and she didn't see other wizard academies coming forward to snatch him.

"Snoborg College for Wizardry..."

Cyril glanced at the dean who was not far away, and whispered, there seemed to be a little grievance in his voice.

He, an S-rank wizard apprentice who is about to shoulder a debt of 1000 witch crystals and go on a long voyage.

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The red-haired witch's smile faltered, and she said like a haha: "Ah! Snowbog School of Wizardry!"

However, the squeezed smile was a bit awkward: "Congratulations! Great choice! An extremely powerful wizard academy!"

The red-haired witch's hands trembled slightly. The name of the college reminded her of the shame of being rubbed on the ground by the wizard apprentices of the other college when she was still a wizard apprentice.

"I remember, it seems that I need to sign it?"

An elegant and deep male voice came, the tone was silky and calm, with a bit of a slow aria.

Brian didn't know when, he had already walked to Cyril's side and stood still.

He looked at the red-haired witch, showing a polite and impeccable smirk.

Some people really have their own aura.

Obviously the other party was calm and relaxed, but Cyril felt a strong sense of oppression.

The man's body was oppressive and terrifying, and the smoky gray mist also silently warned of something.

Brian waved his hand casually, and the bright purple quill in the red-haired witch's hand slid obediently across the parchment.

The beautiful cursive cursive characters are connected with each other, leaving traces on the parchment with the black ink.

Similarly, as the quill automatically signed, a bright light flashed past.

"Ahem. Thank you, Mr. Brian."

The red-haired witch suddenly became reserved and polite, and she smiled at Brian, a very professional smile without showing her teeth.

"Well, now it's your turn to sign, Mr. Lawrence."

The red-haired witch also looked at Cyril with a smile.

Probably because of the red-haired witch's sudden serious attitude, Cyril felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit weird.

It seems that they are not signing some wizard apprentice registration file, but registering their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

He lowered his eyes, bit his lower lip indistinctly, trying to drive away the sudden scary thought.

Cyril, who didn't have much magical knowledge, naturally couldn't act handsome and pretend like his dean, so he had to honestly pick up the quill and sign his name on the parchment.

Since the parchment did not indicate where his name should be signed, Cyril directly wrote his name under the dean's signature.

After signing, Cyril glanced at the shining parchment.

Oops!The two names lined up together seem more like marriage registration...

Fortunately, at this time, another group of freshmen who had just come out of the secret realm arrived in the hall.

These freshmen are only 10 minutes later than Cyril, and they can also get very good ratings.

The principals and persons in charge of the rest of the wizarding colleges also hurried over, picking good candidates for their own wizarding colleges with vicious eyes.

On the contrary, Brian was indifferent, and glanced at this group of enthusiastic freshmen with indifferent eyes.

He winked at Blake who had arrived, and his eyes finally fell on Cyril beside him.

Cyril was struggling with what to do now, when he noticed an understatement.

Then he heard the dean next to him say: "Okay, now you should go shopping for the things you need after enrollment, our S-level wizard apprentice."

Brian dragged out the ending very long, light and floating, lazy and provocative.

He rubbed his fingers lightly, and there was a bit of playfulness in his black golden eyes.

Cyril froze when he heard this.

Just know to buy, buy, buy!Are you in charge of giving money? !

Probably seeing his restless thoughts from Cyril's face, Brian smiled lowly and said, "Go to Chief Claude Scott, he will help you."

Mr. Scott?

Before Cyril had time to think about it, he felt a hand around his waist, and then the surrounding space twisted, and the dean led him directly into the hall.

Although the process of space transfer was not painful, Cyril still took a breath and closed his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the deck of the cruise ship Black.

Mr. Scott was looking at him with a smile, the dark blue peach blossom eyes behind the monocle looked like azure sea waves glowing with sunshine.

Unlike his previous elegant gentleman's dress in a suit and leather shoes, Claude Scott was wearing a black wizard robe at this time.

The white shirt he was wearing underneath was exposed at the neckline, and the buttons were tied down to the Adam's apple.

The wizard's robe was very long, reaching about the calf. As the opponent walked, the dark leather boots wrapped around the slender and powerful calf were exposed under the black robe.

This scene seems to coincide with Cyril's previous night dream on the steam train. Although less than a month has passed, it seems like a lifetime away.

However, Cyril's gaze involuntarily stayed on the side of the opponent's neck—that was where he made his move in the illusion.

Even though he knew that the "Scott" in the illusion was not the Mr. Scott in front of him, Cyril still felt a strange sense of guilt.

He hurriedly greeted Mr. Wizard, whom he hadn't seen for a long time: "Hello, Mr. Scott, long time no see!"

"Congratulations, little Cyril."

Brian, who changed his vest in seconds, bent his lips slightly, and seemed to be in a good mood.

There was an elegant smile on his lips, and his tone was very gentle.

"Became the youngest S-rank wizard apprentice in our academy."

He said politely, with a smile in his eyes.

Well, the case is solved.

Cyril suddenly understood where the sense of familiarity came from when he saw Dean Brian—Mr. Scott and Dean Brian had very similar temperaments.

It's just that Mr. Scott is more refined and elegant, while Dean Brian is more mysterious and treacherous.

Cyril quietly compared these two extremely handsome men in their hearts, but they were so handsome that they had their own characteristics.

"With such an outstanding junior, it seems that the mentor will dislike me in the future."

Brian said in mock annoyance.

"Huh? Who is Mr. Scott's mentor?"

Cyril blinked and asked.

"It's Dean Brian. Little Cyril and I are the same mentor."

Brian replied without changing his expression, his tone was serious as if he wasn't talking about himself.

Cyril glanced at Mr. Scott, who frowned slightly, as if he was worried that his position in the heart of his respected mentor was at stake, and couldn't help but fell silent.

His mood is a little bit complicated.

Brother, as long as the dean is not blind, your magic power of more than 100000+ will sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, okay?

Thinking that he was only a fraction of the opponent's magic power at this time, Cyril silently clenched his fist.

Are you mocking me?is it?

"Okay, Dean Brian asked me to take you to buy the things you need after school. Let's go to Whalehead Lane."

Brian took out a membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce from the pocket of the wizard's robe and held it between his slender fingers, shaking the brass card slowly.

The author has something to say: The red-haired witch: Alright, the registration is complete, the marriage relationship has been established, congratulations to the two couples!

"One person! I'm drunk! Drunk makes the beautiful woman into a pair! Two eyes! It's alone..." from the song "One Person Drunk".