After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    You can't be too curious about being a snake!

    Cyril looked worriedly at the weak and helpless little snake Green in the rose necklace pendant, thinking about how to save it.

    The snake is like being sealed in a ruby.

    [System, what can you do? ]

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    The system is concise and to the point.

    Cyril raised his eyebrows, is this what a golden finger should say?

    [Hey, to put it bluntly, my current ability can't even detect what this necklace is...] The system said embarrassingly.

    It seems that I can only wait until the next time I meet Mr. Scott, please take out the little snake Green, Cyril thought in his heart.

    I can only hope that the next time we meet, Mr. Wizard is in a good mood.

    Cyril actually has another doubt.

    He clearly remembered that Green was hanging around his neck before he fell asleep in the bathtub, but then why did it appear directly in his clothes pocket? Did Green climb it by himself?

    Cyril gently rubbed the ruby ​​in the center of the rose pendant with his fingertips, hoping to convey a little comfort to the little snake.

    He doesn't plan to go out to explore the Rose Manor again tonight, the previous experience is exciting enough.

    Cyril carefully closed the window, closed the curtains, and lay back on the bed.

    He originally thought that he would have trouble falling asleep, but he still fell asleep quickly.

    It's just that he had a strange dream one night.

    Sometimes I dreamed that Mr. Scott was wearing an apron and made fried eggs for breakfast for himself; blood as ink.

    In the end, he dreamed that he was made into a skeleton servant with a gorgeous skirt by Mr. Wizard, and poured wine for Mr. Scott aggrieved.

    Then——he was angry from the heart, and his wickedness turned to courage, he shouted, raised the wine bottle and smashed it on the handsome head of Mr.

    Cyril woke up the next morning, sitting on the bed in a trance with a shocked face.

    When he was completely awake, he was in awe at the heroic feat of the last scene of his dream.

    What kind of sleeping position can make such a dream?

    He...will try again next time!

    Afterwards, Cyril said good morning to the little snake Green who was forced to stay in the rose pendant. After washing up, he went downstairs to the restaurant.

    Today's restaurant music has become a symphony of elegance and scale.

    Cyril saw all kinds of string and wind instruments floating in the air and playing.

    In front of this group of musical instruments, there is also a baton that draws beautiful arcs in the air.

    He chose an empty seat after breakfast (there were not many people in this restaurant), cut the fragrant muffin in the middle, and spread it with sparkling strawberry jam.

    The muffins are soft in the mouth and go well with strawberry jam.

    When he eats another egg cake mixed with mushrooms, onions, green peppers, tomatoes and other rich crumbs, he feels full.

    "Hi, good morning!"

    Someone greets Cyril.

    He looked up and saw the blond boy he had met on the stairs the first day.

    "I'm James Brown."

    The boy introduced himself.

    Cyril's eyes drifted to his golden hair involuntarily.

    It must be obvious during the night tour, he thought.

    "Hello Cyril Lawrence, my name is."

    Cyril gave him a friendly smile and let the system check James' physical data.

    He found that the other party's data were exactly the same as when he first met him, without any changes.

    Cyril thought.

    Perhaps, the probability of finding a magical object that can change body data is not high.

    James was taken aback.

    He found that just two days later, the magical equipment on this beautiful black-haired boy actually increased again.

    When I saw him for the first time, the minute hand on the brass pocket watch turned to the "10" position, which was different among the freshmen.

    And now, the minute hand actually stopped at the "12" position after turning around abruptly.

    James gently tucked the brass pocket watch in his hand into his sleeve.

    He even had a little doubt about the correct usage of the magic item he discovered.

    As the distance between James and Cyril was very close at this time, the system detected the magic item on James and gave the following information: [Name: The alchemy pocket watch of the wizard apprentice

    Use: Detect the size of the enchanted magic power on the surrounding magic objects

    How to use: According to the direction of the hour hand on the dial to determine the direction of the magic object, according to the size of the number pointed to by the minute hand to determine the size of the magic object attached to it, the larger the number, the greater the magic power.

    Explanation: tsk tsk tsk, this looks like a rough product of an inexperienced wizard apprentice staying up late to catch up with homework. What other advantages does this thing have besides being easier to hold than a crystal ball? If you happen to meet the alchemy professor in a good mood, you may be able to give a "qualified" reluctantly; if the wizard gets up early in the morning with suppressed anger, and receives such a bad thing again... Then ask yourself for more blessings. 】 Cyril looked at the information on the screen in front of him, and instantly understood why James suddenly showed kindness to him before.

    He probably used this alchemy pocket watch to detect the existence of the little snake Green and mistook it for some powerful magic object.

    I don't know what numbers will be displayed on James' dial now that he is wearing this rose necklace.

    The two exchanged information.

    Cyril learned that the other party was going to a wizarding academy called "Alice Garden", and his face became a little weird.

    Why are these wizarding academies so strange? ? ?

    For example, the wizarding academy called "Snowberg" that I went to without any accident could also be called "Snow Castle".

    In Cyril's imagination, it was a fortified castle standing alone in the ice and snow.

    Now that he has not learned any heat preservation spells, he can't help worrying about his thin clothes and shabby property.

    "Last two nights be careful!"

    When the two parted, James reminded.

    "The room is not so safe now."

    He looked around and said in a low voice.

    Cyril nodded at him and thanked him.

    When night fell, Cyril took all his belongings with him when he left the room.

    The "Strange Creatures Cookbook" was held in his hand, and the thick book might be used as an attack weapon.

    This evening, Cyril was rewarded.

    He found the Vigorous Bobo Fruit in the buds of the other two roses, and successfully increased his strength from the original "10" to "14".

    Also found a bird's nest on the branch of a tall tree with wrong roots.

    Thanks to the previous training in the foggy forest, Cyril said that climbing the tree is not a big problem for him.

    Birds nests are of course nothing unusual.

    But in this bird's nest there is a night flint that can replace the kerosene lamp.

    It's just that this kind of behavior of putting magical objects in a bird's nest, no one with cerebral thrombosis for more than ten years can't think of this operation.

    Cyril looked at the round stone the size of a palm in his hand, which looked ordinary.

    [Name: Night Flint

    Use: Lighting

    How to use: Make three sounds of "da-da-da" according to the rhythm, and the lighting mode can be turned on. When turned off, you need to shoot a "da-da-da" rhythm. If you take the wrong beat three times, it will directly enter the lock mode and cannot be used for 24 hours.

      ] This piece of night flint allowed Cyril, who had lost his kerosene lamp, to regain the object used for lighting.

    According to the system's information instructions, he gently shot the "da-da-da" rhythm on the palm-sized night flint.

    The next moment, the night flint slowly emitted a faint blue light.

    The color of the light is very strange and even looks faint.

    But Cyril found that it was much better than the brass kerosene lamp, and it even illuminated objects a few meters away.

    He turned around again, and found no other magic objects, so he went home.

     As he passed the stairs, Cyril keenly noticed some bloodstains that had not been cleaned up.

    He thought of what James said today, and tutted in his heart.

    I hope that the Ales group will reveal a little bit of their information, so that people know that he is not easy to provoke.

    Although Cyril thinks he can beat him or use his magic powers, he has always been a peaceful and friendly kid who shouldn't be so violent.

    The night is getting darker.

    Someone quietly approached room "601" on the dark corridor.

    【The big river flows eastward! The stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper wow! Hey Hey! Participate in the Big Dipper wow! 】 Cyril, who was sleeping, was suddenly awakened by this powerful and sincere male voice, and he couldn't help but want to breathe out the fragrance for a while.

    【Dear! are you awake? ! Someone is here, right outside your door! 】

    The system responds quickly, and it babbles before he speaks.

    A disturbing dream at night!

    Cyril pulled up the sheet angrily and draped it over him.

    The pure white sheets covered his whole body, revealing only half of his face with disheveled hair.

    He picked up the night flint, patted the night flint three times lightly, then put the night flint under his chin, the faint blue light illuminated his own Face.

    Cyril walked lightly to the door, standing still.

    There was a rustling movement outside the door, but it was not opened for a long time.

    Impatient feeling increased.

    Cyril was thinking about whether to open the door himself when he heard a soft "click-" sound.

    The door was opened.

    Cyril looked up at him, and the scarlet gemstone of the rose pendant around his neck also flashed a light quickly.

    Cyril didn't expect the person outside the door to give him a look, his pupils shrank, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and shouted at the top of his voice - "Ghost ah ah ah!"

    Then shivered and turned around and ran, at an eye-popping speed.

    Cyril blinked and calmed down.

    This is too intimidating, right?

    Cyril didn't expect his fireball technique to be used, and the other party hurriedly retreated.

    He wiped off the bright red ketchup around his mouth with a tissue, which he had brought from the dining room downstairs.

    I didn't expect it to come in handy.

    Cyril shrugged, drowsiness came up again, he lay back on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

    The boy who was frightened by Cyril shouted "Ahhhh" all the way, waking up many people.

    However, he couldn't take care of that much, he just wanted to frantically vent the endless fear in his heart.

    When he returned to his room and turned on all the lights, he was still dripping with cold sweat.

    He found out that the man who lived in "601" was a thin, loner boy.

    Why open the door and see a pale-faced female ghost wrapped in a white cloth? ? ?

    Most of the female ghost's face is hidden in white cloth, her long black hair hangs lifelessly beside her cheeks, and there is a circle of scarlet blood on the corner of her mouth!

    What's even more creepy is a huge black shadow standing behind her.

    The moment he and the black shadow looked at each other, it was like cold ice water soaked through the spine, and an indescribable terrifying pressure surged overwhelmingly.

    It was a kind of pain and despair that made the soul tremble.

    As he recalls it now, he still feels the needles on his back.

    The author has something to say: Cyril: This class of freshmen has no guts.

    "The river flows eastward! The stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper! Hey, hey!