After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril nodded, thanked Donald again, and then he nimbly jumped out of the carriage with a cloth bag in his hand.

The road paved with blue-gray floor tiles is not straight, but curved like a crescent moon.

The houses on both sides of the street are made of natural stone and have the same style.

Rattan flower baskets are hung on the off-white walls, and green vines are also attached to the walls.

The whole street looks old and elegant.

"Hey, boy! Remember to come back here at four in the afternoon! I won't wait for you!"

The carriage continued to turn around, and Tang Lat stuck his fat cheeks out of the carriage window, and shouted at Cyril.

Cyril waved his hand at him, indicating that he would definitely remember.

Immediately afterwards, with eyes full of curiosity, he walked slowly while carefully looking at the various shops on both sides of the street.

There were not many pedestrians on the street at this time.

But Cyril is still like a fluorescent grass mixed into a pile of golden letters.

He brushes past a well-dressed gentleman.

The man was of medium build, with a black bowler hat on his head, and a dark tuxedo with a thin gold chain protruding from the vest pocket inside, and the other end of the gold chain was fastened in the second buttonhole. inside.

He held a black cane in the white glove of his right hand, and wore a pair of well-polished black leather shoes on his feet.

"Country people!"

Cyril heard the gentleman mutter in dissatisfaction.

He looked down at his own attire, compared with that gentleman's well-dressed attire, he could barely be called neat.

Cyril shrugged a little amusedly, and continued to observe the shops on both sides of the street without paying attention.

Suddenly, he saw a store called "Steve's Pharmacy", and the gold lettering sign on the door was particularly eye-catching.

In the shop window was a soft dark purple cushion on which stood prominently a bottle of potion.

The potion is as transparent as clear water, and the colorful glass bottle containing the potion has embossed patterns with complicated patterns.

"Squeak—" With a sound, the glass door of the pharmacy was gently pushed open.

Cyril walked into the shop.

The shop of this shop is not big, the two walls are made into small grids, and there are various medicine bottles in the grids.

The potion bottles are very clean, translucent and crystal clear, which further sets off the mystery of the potions of various colors inside.

Small grids are stacked from the floor to the ceiling, and in the middle of the ceiling is an extraordinarily gorgeous wall lamp connected by off-white pipes.

The orange-yellow firework lighting effect in the wall lamp is excellent, separating the store from the foggy and gloomy weather outside, which is warm and bright.

The person behind the shop counter heard a customer coming, put down the reagent tube in his hand, and then took off the brass goggles on his eyes.

On the counter in front of him was a shivering little white mouse nestled in an iron cage.

The grey-haired shopkeeper came out from behind the counter. Cyril keenly noticed that one of his feet was a little lame, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Welcome! What do you want to buy?"

It seemed that he had a good impression of Cyril's natural attitude. The shopkeeper didn't care about Cyril's dress, and asked in a casual tone.

"Good morning, sir! Could you please see if you need these materials?"

Cyril handed the cloth bag containing the collected plants to the shopkeeper.

"Let me see!"

The shopkeeper poured out the plants inside and took a careful inventory.

"These 'Jinxinzi' are of good quality and very fresh. It just so happens that the recent sales of tranquilizers are good."

He glanced at Cyril, and continued to count: "'Silver bell flower' is something I have been out of stock for a long time, and I just happened to need it for a potion recently; ah! There is also 'red-tailed grass', but this Not worth the money...”

The shopkeeper took some time to count these things, and then said: "Young man, you must have gone to the depths of the Wuyue Forest to bring back these good-looking things."

"Here, 3 silver coins per plant. Here, I can give you 5 silver coins..."

The shopkeeper reached out and nodded, and he finally concluded: "I can give you a total of 128 silver coins for what you brought, a buy-it-yourself price."

Cyril nodded, feeling relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about food anymore.

After confirming that Cyril didn't need gold coins, the shopkeeper put 128 silver coins in his bag.

"Perhaps you want to buy something else?"

The shopkeeper winked at Cyril and said with a smile, "For example, this, a beauty potion for young girls! This is the best-selling gift on Valentine's Day this year."

Cyril twitched his forehead and shook his head.

He doesn't have any girlfriends.

Of course, neither did the boyfriend.

Just when he was about to say goodbye and walk out of this shop, the little snake in his breast pocket, which had been quietly pretending that he didn't exist, moved.

Cyril looked at the potion on the window cushion closest to him unexpectedly, and asked casually, "What is this, please?"

The shop owner laughed a few times, maybe he was in a good mood after harvesting a lot of materials, and explained: "This is something for the knights. It is for physical fitness. The price is 50 gold coins."

Cyril patted his chest pocket, signaling to the little snake that this is not something it can afford now.

By the time he walked out of Steve's Pharmacy, it was time for dinner.

Cyril shook the cloth bag containing the silver coins. Hearing the wonderful sound of "jingling", the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

He found a restaurant with a very warm decoration, and a bouquet of fresh roses was placed on each small round table.

The receptionist in the restaurant enthusiastically recommended many dishes to him.

Cyril ordered a bacon toast set meal for 5 silver coins, and ordered a grilled sausage for 1 silver coin.

He sat down in a soft chair and waited.

After a while, white porcelain plates and snow-white towels were brought up.

A layer of clear grease oozes from the steaming bacon, which is very tempting to look at.

The snow-white and soft toast is baked until golden and crispy, and the hot burnt aroma is tangy to the nostrils.

There was a golden fried egg lying on top of the toast, and the runny heart inside was still flowing.

White cream and dark red maple syrup are contained in small containers next to it.

Cyril folded the freshly baked toast in half, wrapped the bacon and fried egg well in the toast slice, and then bit off half of it with one bite.

The toast is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The rich smoky aroma of bacon and the tender taste of fried eggs are intertwined, which is extremely delicious.

He then held up an exquisite bone china teacup with delicate rose patterns blooming on its body.

Cyril took a sip of the fragrant black tea with milk, feeling that the coldness along the way was dispelled by the warmth of the food.

The taste of the grilled sausage is also very good. The chubby sausage is chewy and the meat is tight, as if you can smell the rich aroma it emits when it is wrapped in hot oil and grilled.

Before Cyril left the restaurant, he glanced at the beautiful wall clock inside, and it was 12:30.

He strolled along Crescent Street, looked at all kinds of shops, and went in to browse carefully.

With so many shops in front of you, how can you not buy something!

When Cyril walked to the end of the street, he already had a suit of well-fitting jacket and trousers, a pair of boots of the right size, and a beautiful silver-green hair tie in his arms.

Cyril originally wanted to buy a brass handcup for self-defense. After all, he seriously suspected that it was pure luck that he was safe in the Brumaire Forest before.

However, the price of brass hand wooden warehouses is prohibitive.

Collect more valuable plants next time, Cyril thought.

In fact, there was still a sharp old dagger in the shop, 20 silver coins. He hesitated for a while, but gave up.

Cyril walked to the end of Crescent Street and turned into another street.

This seems to be a residential area, much quieter.

After passing through this block, he came to a rather grand square.

The flower garden in the center of the square was neatly built, and there were many chubby white pigeons parked on the ground.

Next to it are musicians in colorful clothes playing the lyre.

Cyril looked at the majestic cathedral not far away amidst the melodious music.

The white dome is magnificent. If there is sunshine, the sunlight shining on the large colored glass will be very dazzling.

There is a tall bell tower next to the church. The huge brass gears of the bell tower are exposed to people's sight. Watching the gears rotate in an orderly manner, it seems that you can hear the heavy regular rotation.

Philadelphia is indeed a big city, at least much more spectacular than the small town of Cotswood, Cyril sighed in his heart.

Cyril was sitting on a bench resting on the edge of the flowerbed when he saw a remodeled steam carriage with a huge carriage parked in a part of the main square.

A bearded man in a baggy robe stepped out of the carriage.

Then, he actually dismantled the four side walls of the carriage and spread them out, turning them into a huge stall.

The man with the mustache was humming an unknown tune, while throwing the original contents of the carriage on the flat plate formed by the side walls of the four carriages.

A traveling merchant, Cyril suddenly realized.

He stepped forward curiously, wanting to see if there were any interesting and cost-effective items.

In Cyril's memory, the hunter's excellent crossbow was bought from a traveling merchant in Philadelphia.

"Welcome, my dear little guest."

The merchant greeted Cyril in a good mood.

"Just take a look! I came all the way from the distant continent of Armenia! I promise, there are definitely things you can't find in Atlantis here."

Armenian continent?

For the first time, Cyril heard the name of a continent other than Atlantis.

There is no geography curriculum in mission schools, just simple grammar education, so that students can read and write is enough.

As for increasing knowledge, that is something that only children of noble families need to consider.

Hearing what the bearded traveler said, he originally just wanted to take a look at it casually, but now he can't help but look at these objects more carefully.

There are fashionable and exotic clothes, which, according to the merchants, are the fashion in the Armenian continent.

"Perfect for young lads your age! You'll be the prettiest boy in town!"

The traveling merchant said that he could tell at a glance that Cyril was not a native of Philadelphia.

There are some large books with gold borders, but the prices are very expensive. In the words of the traveling merchants-"Young man, you must know that knowledge is always precious!".

There are also some wind-up toys and dolls, which are extremely delicately made. Those tiny gears mesh with each other, and once the mainspring is twisted, they can swing spontaneously for a short time.

Cyril tried it with great interest for a while, and smiled to see the doll flexibly flipping somersaults on his palm.

He felt a little regretful that he didn't have silver coins for entertainment consumption now.

[Look what I found!That's the note for the spell! 】

The excited voice of the system sounded in Cyril's mind.

He glanced at the many goods in front of him, but found nothing resembling a notebook.

Cyril also patiently flipped through the pile of books one by one, they were all works of literature and art.

[which one? ]

he asked.

[The tapestry placed at the bottom in the upper right corner! ! ! 】

Cyril carefully brushed away the goods on the tapestry and pulled it out.

This half-old tapestry has a dark red background, and the overall color looks dull.

There are rows of interconnected black patterns on the tapestry, and there are some densely packed symbols that look like some kind of mysterious characters.

[Are you sure it's a spell? ]

Cyril was a little skeptical. In his opinion, this was an old tapestry with an abstract design.

【certainly!Here are magic runes and ancient runes!It's a spell written in ancient runes!Wait, I'll translate it for you! 】

The translation of ancient runes appeared on the virtual screen in front of Cyril, and it was only then that he realized that there were four spells and corresponding magic runes recorded on this unremarkable tapestry!

Now Cyril was excited.

Seeing Cyril smiling happily at a dirty tapestry he collected at Wangdu's flea market last time, the traveling merchant was a little confused.

He couldn't help feeling in his heart that it was lucky he didn't throw this thing away, and someone really wanted it!

So he coughed and said brazenly: "This is a tapestry designed by Mr. Borg, a famous artist from the Armenian mainland. It took me a lot of effort to get it! Buy it now, 25 silver coins!"

After the travel merchant finished speaking, he recalled how much money he had spent to buy it...

This seems to be the rags that the seller gave away as a gift after he scoured a bunch of things at the flea market in Wangdu!

"If you really want it, I can sell it to you for 20 silver coins at a lower price because you have such an eye for art appreciation! It can't be lower!"

Traveling merchants acted as if they were reluctant to part with each other.

As soon as Cyril heard it, he knew that the traveling merchant did not understand the true value of the tapestry. He nodded, counted 20 silver coins and handed it to him.

"What a generous and sentimental guest you are!"

Youshang praised, and sighed in his heart, this country boy is so deceitful!

"You are also a great businessman with great insight!"

Cyril also praised, "I didn't expect to be able to turn to the spell notes when I wandered around, it's so good!"

After the transaction was completed, both of them were very happy. They looked at each other and smiled, and they both felt that they had made a profit.

【However, you don't have enough mental power right now, and you can't absorb elements and turn them into magic power to use spells! 】

Cyril was not discouraged after hearing what the system said, and he must meditate well after he returns!Try to improve your mental strength!

Cyril, who found the precious wizard's notes, continued to walk excitedly, wanting to see if he could have any adventures.

There are many streets leading to this large square, and Cyril chose a road at random to continue walking.

He is not worried about getting lost. After all, there is a system, and it can be called a smart enough navigation.

He stopped and stopped, and about an hour passed.

The street in front of him became narrower, and the surrounding streetscape became more filthy and desolate. The houses were very low and the walls were very mottled.

This place gave him a very bad feeling, as if it was always shrouded in a gloomy color, not as good as the remote but leisurely Cowswood town.

It's hard to imagine that this kind of place is in the same city as the majestic and solemn cathedral just now.

[Slums. 】

The system muttered.

A girl in a gray autumn dress passed by him holding two pieces of black bread. The girl's bright eyes that didn't match her dull clothes glanced at Cyril, her lips twitched slightly, and then she quickened her pace. Far.

"Run."

Cyril recognized the girl's mouth shape.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and made up his mind to speed up his pace and walk back.

However, before he walked out of this street, several tall boys lined up side by side on the narrow street, blocking his way.

Their cheeks are thin, their hair is dry, and their faces seem to be covered with a layer of gray that cannot be wiped off.

The leading child stared straight at the things in Cyril's arms, with malicious eyes.