After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    At this time, the sun was setting, and the sky was tinged with rose gold.

    The large clouds are like soaring flames in the sky.

    The roads in the royal capital are clean and wide, with tall plane trees planted on both sides.

    Tall brass street lamps are spaced tens of meters from each other, and orange lights flicker in the transparent glass lampshade.

    Steam carriages come and go on the street, almost no ordinary carriages can be seen.

    Residents walking on both sides of the street also walked calmly and dressed elegantly.

    The men wore neat suits with bowler hats and long walking sticks.

    Women are more sophisticated, with a cinched waist that outlines a slender waist.

    The wide panniers are decorated with lace, ribbons, bows and other accessories.

    He also wears a stylish hat made of colorful flowers, gorgeous feathers and more.

    The street is lined with Gothic spires.

    The flying arches are beautiful, and the stained glass windows are graceful and mysterious.

    The steam carriage drove onto a wide arch bridge spanning both banks of the inland river, and you can see the scenery on both sides from the car.

    The shimmering river water reflects the strong and warm colors of the sunset.

    Several steam-powered boats glide peacefully on the water.

    True Countryman Cyril stared at the scenery outside the window.

    It is indeed a royal capital!

    Elegant, stylish and romantic.

    When he was immersed in the beauty of the lanterns, he suddenly heard Johnson ask: "I don't know which wizarding college you are going to?"

    There is more than one wizarding academy?

    Cyril looked back at Mr. Scott.

    Brian's monocle flashed a faint light, and he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Snowberg Wizarding Academy."

    Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

    Cyril thought to himself.

    "S...Snowberg Wizarding Academy?!"

    Johnson raised his voice in surprise.

    Cyril and the other five wizard apprentice reservists all looked at Johnson.

    Johnson gave these ignorant children a complex look.

    He suddenly smiled at Brian, and a jolt reacted that the wizard from Snowberg Wizarding Academy was still sitting beside him.

    Johnson stammered and praised: "Snowberg Wizarding Academy! Very...a very powerful wizarding academy! Famous!"

    Cyril suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

    The complex look of the wizard apprentice just now did not seem like a compliment from the heart...

    "Look! Knight of the Light."

    Johnson pointed out the window, perhaps for their diversion.

    Cyril saw a figure riding a white horse passing by.

    The Knight of Light who sat on the white horse was wearing a light and fitted silver armor, which tightly outlined his smooth and strong body lines.

    The knight did not wear a helmet, but wore an ornate saber around his waist.

    "This is very close to the location of the Knights of Light Academy."

    Johnson mentioned briefly, and he did not speak again for the rest of the journey.

    The steam carriage is very fast.

    It didn't take long to arrive at the destination Rose Manor.

    This is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful estate.

    The huge golden arch is surrounded by dozens of white roses, and the columns on both sides of the arch are also carved with relief decorations of rose bushes.

    October is getting deeper in autumn, but the roses here are still so bright and beautiful.

    In the center of the manor is a huge group of fountains.

    Water creates incredible shapes in the air.

    Cyril was keenly aware of a powerful magic wave, and he carefully looked at the group of fountains.

    As expected, I didn't see a brass fixture similar to the mansion of the Earl of Abraham - this is a fountain supported by magic!

    The main building in the manor is also extremely luxurious.

    The floors are luminous and the walls and ceilings are decorated with beautifully painted reliefs.

    In the center of the hall hangs a luxurious chandelier with countless slender lamp branches, and inside it rises a magical flame that never goes out.

    Cyril was amazed at the traces of magic everywhere in this manor, when he saw a roll of parchment tied with a golden red velvet ribbon floating in front of Mr. Scott.

    It twisted its body, shook off the soft ribbon, and slowly unfolded.

    Blank parchment?

    Cyril stood by and silently surveyed this thing.

    Then he saw Mr. Scott reach out and tap lightly on it, and lines of ink suddenly appeared—

    "Dear guests of Snowberg Wizarding Institute, Rose Garden sincerely welcomes you..."

    “Your lounge is in Snowburg Tower, and the rooms for 6 freshmen are in the main building, room numbers 601-606…”

    Brian took a quick glance and signed his name lazily.

    Beautiful scribbled squiggles linked to each other.

    Cyril hadn't had time to read the letter, and as Mr. Scott's signature fell, the parchment suddenly exploded, like a fireworks, and turned into six small pieces The fragments floated into the hands of the six Cyrils.

    Cyril reached out and touched the small fragment of "Room 601" written on the palm of his hand.

     Immediately afterwards, he watched the small piece of parchment brushed into a light gift box.

    Cyril turned to look at the parchment fragments in the hands of the others, and found the same situation.

    He gently pulled off the bow ribbon on the gift box, and the outer packaging slowly fell, revealing a three-folded paper inside.

    Cyril unfolded the dark yellow paper and found that it was a map of Rose Manor, with thin silver threads delineating the detailed location.

    At this time, there is a small red dot on the map that stops in the center of the hall, which is where he is now.

    Cyril curiously touched the little red dot that represented him with his finger.

    The little red dot trembled slightly, and then the map around it suddenly doubled.

    Cyril blinked.

    He reached out and tapped the little red dot again.

    As expected, the scene on the map is zoomed in again, and everything around is clearly marked on the map.

    Even a few people around him were displayed with "♂" and "♀" representing male and female symbols.

    In this case...

    Cyril touched the empty spot next to the red dot, and the map suddenly returned to its original size.

    This map is really spiritual!

    Cyril frowned, as if he had discovered a novel and interesting toy.

    "Okay, you now have the map."

    Brian glanced at them, with a hint of bewitchment in his voice: "Treasure your time, Rose Manor is a magical place. Of course, I hope you will still be intact when we meet again."

    He took the word "complete" lightly.

    There seems to be a trace of schadenfreude.

    Cyril pondered what Mr. Scott said, as if he wanted them to explore the Rose Garden?

    Everyone looked at each other as Mr. Scott left so dashingly.

    Let's take a look at the room first.

    The crowd went up the second floor along the shiny marble staircase, where they entered a small hall, and not far away was a spacious corridor covered with a golden red velvet carpet.

    Cyril noticed that the scene on the map changed accordingly.

    At this time, the map shows the floor plan of the second floor. The rooms on both sides of the corridor are marked with "201", "202" and other words.

    "Continue to climb the sixth floor."

    Jenny whispered.

    The group then went up the stairs.

    3rd, 4th, 5th floor…

    They didn't meet other people along the way, until they reached the stairs on the fifth floor, they met several heavily armed teenagers.