After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    "Oh! This is interesting! Finally a freshman took out his wand, and he should be able to see a simple magic attack~"

    Chris looked at the picture projected by the crystal ball in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

    Very good, now other wizards can't ask him to retire Wu Jing.

     "Sure enough, the dean has a way, hee hee hee."

    Chris smiled to himself, his black lace glove resting on his chin.

    The little puppet man on his shoulder also made a terrifying "Jie Jie Jie" laughter.

    "Master Dean, do you want to make a bet?"

    Chris tilted his head to look at Brian.

    "Look who wins!"

    His voice got excited.

    "Okay, I bet the freshman without the wand wins."

    Brian looked at the picture in front of him and said lightly.

    Chris was slightly taken aback.

    He just said it casually, not sure that the moody dean of his college would agree.

    However, the other side actually bet on the side with the obvious disadvantage to win.

    Chris was confused.

    He looked carefully at the young man named Cyril Lawrence, who was indeed very beautiful and delicate, just a little worse than himself.

    Could it be that Mr. Dean is betting on his face?

    "Then I bet the freshman with the wand to win! If I win, Lord Dean, you must give me a bottle of rare lucky potion; if I lose, I promise to give Prepare a gift that suits you!"

    It doesn't matter what the other party is betting on, it's better to get the benefit first.

    Chris opened his mouth and said, the small abacus in his heart crackling.

    The rare lucky potion is priceless, but he knows that the dean must have a collection.

    Chris thought of the Dean's laboratory he had been to before, and saw the cabinet of various precious medicines worth thousands of Wu Jing, and was extremely envious.

    However, he lowered his eyes to look at the beautiful little dress on his body.

    Well, it’s the Wu Jing taste that comes right up.

    Those **** Smurf tailors are blackmailers!

    "Hmm."

    Brian nodded lazily.

    He gently turned the tail ring on his finger, and looked up at Cyril in the crystal ball.

    The ambiguous light swaying above the circular stage cast a beautiful shadow on his fair little face.

    Golden light spots jumped on his slender eyelashes, dyeing the small tear mole at the end of his left eye into dazzling gold.

    Little Rose's back is thin and straight.

    A pair of almond eyes are bright and clear, without the slightest panic, with a certain look on the face.

    Brian looks forward to Cyril's next performance with great interest.

    After all, he specially changed the cards in Little Rose's hand and created new rules for him.

    I am really bothered.

    The handsome necromancer thought casually.

    He gave a low chuckle, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

    Chris was puzzled to find that the Dean's mood seemed to suddenly become cheerful.

    What just happened?

    He looked at the little puppet man on his shoulder, and the other party shook his head in confusion.

    Chris saw a skeleton servant suddenly appear beside the dean.

    It held a bottle of dark red wine in its hand, and bent over to pour the old wine into the dean's bottomed goblet, very attentive.

    Chris pouted, retracted his gaze and continued to look at the picture projected by the crystal ball.

    "The wand in the hand of the freshman is the wand from Schrödinger's past!"

    There was a hint of surprise in Chris' voice.

    He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "That wizard apprentice named 'Schrödinger'...I'm impressed."

    His voice trembled, and at the same time a little annoyed.

    Too bad!

    The dean must have discovered this first, and then bet that another freshman would win.

    He must have laughed at me just now! hateful!

    Chris glanced at the calm dean and sighed in distress.

    He thought of the experiments that the apprentice of the wizard named Schrödinger had done before, and his face became calm.

    Paris Grauer looked up at Cyril on the circular stage, his face was calm and calm.

    He couldn't help recalling the "late night boy screaming in terror" that happened on the third night when they arrived at Rose Garden.

    Paris Greer, who lived in room "603", which happened to live next door to Cyril, was a witness to the incident.

    That night, he was exhausted, and while scolding in his heart, he scolded the garbage exploration of Rose Manor, and walked up to the stairs of the sixth floor.

    Parris had just stepped on the last stairs when he saw the hapless boy rushing straight down like a bullet. The speed was breathtaking, and he was frightened to think that the other party was trying to rush up Wealth kills.

    Then, he only saw the man pass him like crazy, shouting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" dash down.

    His face was full of horror, and he didn't even see a living person his size.

    Pariston was stunned, it seemed that Cyril Lawrence had just frightened the man into this.

    Frightened, he immediately returned to his room.

    However, until he went to bed, Paris wondered in his mind how Cyril had frightened the man like that. After all, the other party had always been very normal on the way from Philadelphia to the capital.

    At this time, Paris Gradler, who was standing around the circular stage, hesitated for a moment, watching fewer and fewer people betting, and finally decided to give it a shot.

    He strode over to the big brass box for betting and dropped five brass chips in the right slot representing Cyril Lawrence.

    Watching the brass chips disappear from the coin slot in an instant, Paris has a faint regret in his heart.

    But when he turned around, he saw the commoner siblings and the two Abrahams walking behind him and lining up, ready to place a bet on Cyril Lawrence.

    Paris tutted lightly, and subconsciously looked at the center of the stage, which happened to meet Cyril's line of sight.

    He looked at the other party with a relaxed expression and a smile on his face, and raised his hand to show them an "OK" gesture, his eyes widened.

    This guy...!

    Paris looked away awkwardly.

    You must win!

    5 chips is enough for a meal of white bread!

    If Lawrence doesn't win...I will definitely go to him to ask for the stake! He promises!

    All the freshmen who wanted to bet put in their chips.

    The puppet referee shouted: "Prepare—"

    As his voice fell, Philip moved.

    He left foot in front and right foot behind, his whole body sank, and his right hand clenched his wand in a posture ready to attack.

    Cyril's heart beat faster, his limbs tense.

    "3-2-1! Game on!"

    Following the order of the puppet referee, Philip shouted quickly: "Burning fire!"

    It's Fireball!

    At the same time, the wand held in Philip's right hand quickly waved in the air.

    Cyril was keenly aware that the other party was using a wand to outline the magic rune of "fireball".

    It seems he guessed right, Philip also learned simple spells and magic runes somewhere.

    Cyril stared at the wand in Philip's hand, as if he was facing an enemy.

    He is also a little unsure, wondering how much magic can be increased with the help of the wand?

    At this moment, Cyril, the freshman standing in the audience, and a group of puppet dealers all heard a loud "biubiu-biubiu-" blasting sound.

    Then, everyone was stunned to see Philip's wand tip spewing colorful colored sequins.

    Colorful sequins slowly drifted down in the air, just like the appearance of several huge fireworks after being pulled apart.

    Safe and environmentally friendly, lively and festive.

    There is nothing wrong with it except that it doesn't fit in with the fierce competition atmosphere.

    Cyrillic: ? ? ?

    Philip: ? ? ?

    Melon eaters: ? ? ?

    The puppet referee has no facial features and can't see its expression, but its limbs seem to be stiff for a moment.

    [Appeared! As expected of Schrödinger's wand! Oh, the **** magic of this wand is so addicting! 】The system tutt tut in admiration.

    "Puff-"

    In the crowd of onlookers under the circular stage, someone looked at the colorful sequins flying in the sky and finally couldn't help laughing.

    The laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon the rustling laughter sounded around the circular stage.

    Someone laughed, and out of the corner of the eye suddenly swept to the big brass box next to the puppet dealer, the smile stopped, and gradually disappeared.

    Grass! Laugh... laugh a fart!

    His chips are Philip.

    Philip's face at the moment was as colorful as the colorful sequins all over the floor.

    Even the beard that took up his entire chin couldn't hide his tired expression.

    "The game continues!"

    The puppet referee came back to his senses and reminded loudly.

    "Fire!"

    Philip continued to shout.

    His voice was twice as loud as before, as if this would give him more courage.

    This time, he finally succeeded!

    Cyril saw an orange-sized fireball whirling towards his head, very fast.

    He flicked to the right.

    The onlookers in the direction of the fireball also retreated, for fear that they would be affected.

    However, the fireball failed to successfully fly out of the circular stage.

    Everyone saw the fireball hitting a transparent wall on the edge of the circular stage, quickly disintegrating and disappearing.

    It seems that there are protective measures so that the people in the audience will not be affected.

    Cyril thought.

    He thought of what the puppet referee said before, "The wizard of the Black will provide treatment for those who are in serious danger of life in the game." His eyes flashed slightly.

    This time, you don't have to worry about what to do if your opponent is injured.

    Cyril is not someone who will wait for the opponent to attack.

    He made a feint to pretend that he was going to attack his body, but in fact he quickly whispered: "Burning fire!".

    So a bright fireball the size of a human head flew directly towards Philip.

    The freshmen who bet Philip could win were all stunned with disbelief.

    This, this, this? !

    Why doesn't this person speak martial arts?

    How can you use such powerful magic without a wand?

    Good guy, that fireball is bigger than his own head, right?

    Suddenly someone realized that something was wrong, and their hands trembled slightly, mourning whether their chips were gone or not.

    "It's all the way!"

    Philip swung his wand and shouted, pretending to be calm.

    However, the water curtain he imagined that could block the fireball did not appear.

    Only a young bird flew from the tip of his wand.

    The little bird flapping its wings charged towards the fireball with a touch of courage and invincibility

    Then it successfully transformed itself into a barbecue bird, and dropped to the stage floor with a bang.

    The fireball was blocked by the bird for two seconds, and accepted the creature that gave the human head happily, and after the bird was cooked, it continued to fly along its original path.

    Philip had to dodge in a panic.

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    Seeing the dark mass lying on the ground that seemed to smell of cooked food, Cyril frowned and laughed in a low voice.

    He also agreed with the system at this time.

    This Mr. Schrödinger is a wonderful man!

    This wand's **** magic is so addicting!