After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    The shopkeeper stopped caring about them after he finished speaking.

    Cyril opened his eyes wide to look at the furnishings in the wand shop.

    At the door of the wand shop hangs a brass plaque that reads "Professional wandmaking for a hundred years, always imitated, never surpassed.".

    Many beautiful wands of different materials are displayed on wand holders in numerous grids on the wall.

    The price of these wands is about 50-1000 witch crystals.

    Cyril picked up a few wands that looked very handsome and tried it out.

    Some of the wands are slightly heavy, and he has a hard time swinging them;

    Wands are made of holly, fir, oak, apple wood and more.

    Cyril looked over slowly, but couldn't find the magic wand of the eye-catching edge.

    If there was a keel wand like Mr. Scott’s…

    However, Cyril quickly dismissed this idea, no matter how you look at that beautiful keel wand, at least it is a specially customized wand!

    His eyes moved to near the glass window of the wand shop, where there was a huge brass machine that looked complicated.

    Is this the machine that the owner said can make wands by itself?

    Cyril looked at the entrance where the materials were placed with a line of small characters engraved on it. It was a large trumpet-shaped entrance, and the small characters said: "Put all the prepared materials here".

    His gaze moved along the belly of the brass machine, which was densely covered with gears, to the end of it, where there were two brass pipes with two forearm-thick openings.

    "Can I put anything in?"

    Cyril asked curiously.

    The shopkeeper squinted his eyes slightly when he heard what he said, and said, "Of course. However, if you really want to have a more conventional-looking wand, it is recommended that you put at least one piece of wood. "

    The owner changed the posture of salted fish on the reclining chair and said slowly.

    Just as he finished speaking, a new student entered the wand shop.

    This man happens to be Cyril's old acquaintance - the "coward" who tried to rob him late at night.

    Cyril once heard someone call him Pritt.

    Plitter was holding a brown log and some odd-looking gadgets.

    Then the brass machine went into operation.

    The gears inlaid on it began to rotate, and a lot of white steam was spewed from the exhaust holes above.

    [There are magic fluctuations. 】

    The system affirms.

    Cyril raised his eyebrows and stared at it intently.

    Only a crisp sound of "ding--" was heard, and the machine stopped.

    Some scraps of wood and some indiscernible sticky grey **** drained from one of the brass pipes and fell into the clean large barrel below.

    Afterwards, a vortex flashed across the large wooden barrel, and the garbage disappeared.

    Pruitt stared nervously at the other brass pipe, waiting for his wand.

    However, the brass machine did not respond for a long time, as if it had swallowed other things.

    "Sir! Is it broken, why hasn't it come out yet?"

    Plitter hurriedly walked over to the owner and asked in a low voice.

     "Well, then it will come out."

    The owner casually pointed to the wand that the brass machine had just spit out.

    The wand was pushed out of the brass pipe by an air current and fell into a large wooden plate.

    This wand is all brown, about 25 cm, the thickness of the thumb, very straight, and looks very tough.

    A flash of surprise flashed in Cyril's eyes, this brass wand made by machine is not bad!

    Plitter apparently thought so too.

    He happily picked up his wand and fondled it cherishly for a while, and just as he was about to leave here, he saw Cyril standing not far away watching.

    The happy look on Pritt's face instantly gathered up, and he became a little panicked, and he left the wand shop quickly.

    Warren also chose a navy blue wand that curved like a meandering ocean wave.

    For this, he paid 188 Wu Jing.

    "I got it with a sense of destiny."

    Warren spoke to Cyril after carefully putting away her wand.

    "You try one by one and you'll always find the right wand."

    Seeing Cyril's lack of interest, he couldn't help comforting him.

    "Perhaps, we can go to the second-hand store that Peak said first."

    Cyril didn't plan to try again here, he had a hunch that there was no wand he liked here.

    "Also, maybe there are wands for sale elsewhere."

    Warren nodded.

    Next, Pique led them around to a half-worn shop on another street.

    The owner is a bald old man with a long white beard and a pair of round glasses as thick as a bottle cap on the bridge of his nose.

    "Welcome, children."

    The old man's voice sounded very alive.

    "Hello, sir."

    Cyril greeted the old man politely and looked at the shop.

    The window is filled with baskets of strange magical objects, some that look like they haven't been used in decades.

    Old books, parchment, mason jars, brass goggles, musty black cloaks…

    It is indeed a second-hand store.

    Cyril pinched his nose and patiently rummaged through the pile of old things.

    He found a very weird mask in a basket.

    The mask is pure white, but on the white background, thin black lines are drawn at the position of the five senses, giving a sense of mystery for no reason.

    This mask has no straps, Cyril gently brushed the dust off the mask, picked up this face and tried to put it on his face.

    As soon as the mask touched his skin, it fit on his face very naturally.

    Although Cyril saw that the mask did not reveal the position of his facial features before, his vision was not blocked, and his vision was the same as not wearing a mask.

    The nose is also able to breathe normally, and even speaking is not affected.

    Cyril said to the mirror on the wall, "Hello, sir."

    He could hear his own voice clearly, and even in the mirror he could see Warren glance over here, but the moment he spoke, the black mask on the mask The mouth outlined by the lines is still tightly closed.

    Cyril found it interesting, he let the system detect the information of the mask: [Name: Camouflage mask

    Use: Essential equipment for doing bad things

    How to use: Put on this mask, the world has nothing to do with you. People's attention will be focused on your mask instead of observing other qualities of yourself.

    Note: It also comes with an automatic cleaning function, probably because the owner who invented it is a clean freak. It is modifiable. After you learn more magic lessons, you may be able to modify it and add other functions. 】 Cyril took the black and white mask and asked the shop owner, "How much is this mask?"

    The old shop owner took it, put it in his hand and looked at it for a while.

    "Ah - this! This is a disguise mask that a guest used to repay his debts. The price is 30 Wu Jing."

    Cyril nodded and paid quickly.

    He put away his camouflage mask and had more confidence in exploring this second-hand grocery store.

    So I carefully rummaged in every corner.

    He accidentally stepped on the corner of a black cloak, and the whole basket fell down and rolled onto the ground.

    A golden brown wooden stick with a serpentine texture fell from the basket.

    "Sorry."

    Cyril whispered.

    He bent down to pick up the golden-brown wooden stick, and suddenly felt a heat flow from the small wooden stick to him, and then there was a strange wave in his body, gentle and strong.

    Cyril was slightly taken aback, this turned out to be an extremely pure magic.

    His hand holding the stick clenched suddenly.

    The little wooden stick seemed to sense something, and the movement calmed down, as if it was just an ordinary piece of wood.

    [System, check the information of this little wooden stick! ]

    Then, Cyril happily looked at the text displayed by the system:

    [Name: Millennium Laurel Branch (Rare)

    Use: Maybe the fire will be very strong? Just kidding, it has too much magic power in its body.

    How to use it: Let me think, maybe you just need the right wand.

    Explanation: This is a thousand-year-old laurel branch that will camouflage, and an experienced forest watcher will only come to the conclusion that it is an ordinary laurel branch. Maybe it came from a laurel tree planted by a wizard that had absorbed an unknown number of obsolete potions. 】 Cyril was overjoyed when he saw that the system said that this laurel number contained magic power and was suitable for making a magic wand. The magic power he just felt was indeed real!

    It just so happened that Cyril had always turned his back to others, he controlled the expression on his face, calmed down, and walked towards the old shop owner with a small golden-brown wooden stick.

    "How do I sell this?"

    Cyril asked calmly, with a calm look on his fair little face.

    "Ah, let me take a look."

    The old man pushed down the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing some cloudy eyeballs behind the glasses.

    He touched his long white beard, took the golden-brown wooden stick in Cyril's hand, put it to the tip of his nose and looked at it, constantly turning the stick.

    "A common laurel branch..."

    The old man whispered, "How can this thing appear in my shop? Does it have any other function? Why can't I remember it?"

    Cyril looked nervously at the old man as if he was racking his brains to remember.

     "Forget it, you give me 5 Wu Jing, as a bonus for buying these candies."

    The old man with the white beard grabbed a handful of colorful foil-wrapped candies from a glass jar beside him and put them in Cyril's hands.

    Cyril settled the bill again with the Black Rose membership card.

    His eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the small cage next to the glass jar, which contained a jelly-like object the size of a black bread.

    "Excuse me, what is the black thing in this cage?"

    Cyril asked curiously.

    "Ah, this is a dream-eating tapir, which has the function of eating people's nightmares."

    The old man glanced at the contents of the small cage, and there was a hint of disgust on his wrinkled face.

    "However, according to my personal experiments, it has no other ability than eating a lot. But maybe its role is to divide people? If you want to buy it, sell it to you cheaply, 15 A witch crystal."

    The old man said very frankly.

    Cyril recalled the experience of dreaming of Mr. Scott several times, not sure if it was a nightmare.

    He thought of his plan, and suddenly had an idea, so he bought this dream-eating tapir.

    So Cyril took the golden brown wooden stick and the small cage with the dream-eating tapir, greeted Warren and Pique, and returned to the previous wand shop .

    Cyril paid 25 witch crystals at the owner of the wand shop and walked to the brass machine.

    He poured the golden brown wooden stick he just bought and the dream-eating tapir in the cage into the entrance of the brass machine.

    Cyril stared intently at the running brass machine, his long eyelashes shaking slightly.

    This time the machine seems to have been running for much longer than the previous time Plitte made the wand, and Cyril almost couldn't help asking the shopkeeper if the machine was broken.

    It wasn't until he heard the sweet "ding--" sound that he lifted his heart gradually.

    Cyril stared at the brass pipe that drained the garbage, but it didn't move at all.

    Another minute or two passed before another brass pipe spit out a solid black wand.

    This wand is very beautiful, it is a delicate matte black, it looks low-key and deep, and there is a faint woody fragrance in the hand.

    Cyril happily held the wand in his hand, just the right length and thickness.

    He took his wand and waved it, and even though he didn't utter any spells, he could feel the magic in it.

    Cyril immediately left Mr. Scott's keel wand behind his mind.

    His own wand is the best!

    Cyril collected the freshly baked wand, returned to the door of the second-hand store, and saw Pique and Warren waiting.

    Warren was stunned for a moment when he saw Cyril empty-handed, but politely didn't ask anything.

    "Okay, then, I'll take you to the Fire Tavern where wizards often gather. You may be able to get a lot of information there."

    Peek said.

    At this time, the sky was a little dim, and the sky was smeared with a large golden rose.

    The two of Cyril followed Pique and came to the front of a tavern.

    The bartender saw Pique and greeted him, looked at Cyril and Warren clearly, and asked: "What's the cup? Gentlemen. Why don't you try us 's signature flame beer?"

    Cyril nodded, paid 1 witch crystal and got a glass of golden red wine.

    He looked around the dimly lit tavern. There were many wizards in robes sitting in front of the wooden bar. Their faces were hidden in shadows and could not be seen clearly.

    Cyril took a sip of the golden red wine in the glass, and the crystal liquid slipped into his throat, and a hot feeling went straight to the sky.

    His little face turned red, and the red glow flew.

    "Hahahaha! First time trying our flame beer? Isn't it amazing?"

    The bartender laughed when he saw Cyril's flushed cheeks.

    "Actually it tastes pretty good!" He stroked his chin, "Once you get used to it, the smell is very exciting!"

    However, the bartender was very considerate and poured him another glass of water.

    Cyril felt like a fire was burning in his mouth at this time, he took the water and poured it down before he could thank him until he felt that the hot taste was completely suppressed, Just put down the water glass.

    Cyril returned to his senses, and looked at Warren, who was also flushed.

    At this time, they also heard a ragged voice from a corner of the tavern: "Alice Garden Wizarding College, a very good wizarding college, at least I heard that their homework is not Too many, not too difficult, and the professors are kinder…”

    "Black Swamp Wizarding Academy, according to reliable sources, the location of the academy has a very high concentration of dark elements. It is recommended that all A-level wizard apprentices who have detected the affinity of dark elements should choose this one first. A wizarding academy. Of course, the preferential treatment they give will surely satisfy you..."

    "Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy, the reputation may be a little bit..."

    Cyril pricked up his ears and listened to the man with the pointed wizard hat introducing different wizarding academies to the people around him in a hoarse voice. Can't see clearly in the cap.

    He wrote it down in his heart, and then waited to hear the information about the Snowberg wizarding academy he would probably go to.

    Cyril waited until this person had commented on almost all the wizarding academies, and then the other party lowered his voice and mentioned Snowburg Wizarding College: "Okay, the last one, Snowburg Wizarding College ."

    He coughed and cleared his throat, his tone was a bit strange: "This wizarding academy, you all understand, if you don't understand, I said you don't understand, so don't say it. You guys. Don't come and ask me what's wrong, I said it won't do you any good, just pretend you don't know."

    Cyril sank after hearing this.

    This? ? ?

    Boy, this introduces loneliness.

    The sorcerer drank the wine that the people around him invited him to drink, and left the fire tavern.

    They stayed for a while and left the tavern with no further information.

    Peek took them to other parts of Whalefall Island.

    The layout of the whalefall island is divided into different areas according to the natural position distribution of the spine of the giant whale.

    There is even a steam train running through the head and tail of Whalefall Island below the spine of the giant whale.

    "The place where you will conduct the wizard apprentice grading test tomorrow is at the end of Whalefall Island."

    Pique took them up a higher hill and said to the two of them.

    Cyril stood on a hill covered with lush green grass and looked at the rear of Whalefall Island, but his sight went beyond the cascading houses, the steam carriages and the passing pedestrians , and did not see anything.

    It felt like a layer of mist shrouded the very end.

    At this time, the orange sunset is slowly falling, and on the other side of the sky, a crescent moon is already hanging in the air.

    Afterwards, the two of Cyril went to a restaurant called "Mizzy Grill" for dinner at the suggestion of Pique.

    Peek bids them farewell as they prepare to go to dinner.

    The young guide walked a distance, whistled at them, waved his hand, and shouted: "Come on for tomorrow's grading trial! Good luck!"

    Cyril nodded and made up his mind to have a good meal tonight.

    As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the inside was full of the delicious smell of barbecue.

    The grill is covered with slices of fresh meat as thin as cicada's wings, making a happy sound of "sizzling" under the burning of the flame.

    The clear oil slowly oozes out, and the smell of burnt fragrance is fragrant. Just looking at it is enjoyable.

    Cyril dipped the grilled meat in a rich sauce and put it in his mouth.

    The grilled meat is delicate and smooth, and the sauce is rich. Mixed together in the mouth, their full output and complement each other.

    The slightly charred meat also has a different taste, the taste is more crisp, and it makes a "sizzling" sound when you bite it.

    It was dark by the time they walked out of the BBQ.

    There are stars in the night sky, and the sea breeze blows softly, which has a hazy beauty.

    Cyril and Warren returned to the Black cruise ship along the route they remembered and said good night to each other.

    When he returned to his room, he couldn't wait to take out his wand and rubbed it gently.

    Under the bright crystal lights in the first class of the cruise ship, the pure black body of the wand glows with a quiet and elegant luster.

    Cyril calmed down, raised his hand and shook his wrist, waved the wand in his hand, and guided the magic in the body and the wand to quickly outline the magic rune of the fireball technique, and said in a low voice: "Raging fire!"

    Pure magic power gathered from the tip of the wand, and was manipulated obediently according to the instructions of the magic rune, and finally released three fireballs the size of a human head brilliantly.

    The whole room was dazzled by a bright fire-red light.

    This was the first time Cyril successfully released three fireballs at the same time, and an indescribable joy flooded his heart.

    Not to mention that when using the wand to guide the magic power, he only feels that his spiritual power is extremely comfortable, and there is no sense of difficulty. Same, very comfortable.

    Cyril recalls the information of the wand detected by the system:

    [Name: The Wand of Cyril Lawrence

    Use: A wand for novice wizards and apprentices reserves (with luck it can become a real wizard's wand in the future)

    How to use: The magic content of this wand is too high, and all elements are affinity, which can double the power of the magic spell. In particular, it contains the ingredients of the dream-eating tapir, which can become a magic wand that is extremely suitable for witchcraft. It seems that it is still a bit short (to be verified).

    Explanation: It is a proud little fellow, satisfied that you can see through its essence at a glance, so "condescending" is willing to be used by you, the novice wizard apprentice reserve. Cheers to the owner of the wand, your little cute wand looks forward to the day you become a true wizard! 】This wand is amazing!

    Cyril sighed again, his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

    You will be my baby from now on! I will definitely treat you well!

    Cyril gave the wand a gentle glance and stroked it gently.

    When he was laying in bed at night to sleep, he put his wand next to his pillow and instantly felt very secure.

    A good night's sleep.

    When Cyril got up the next day, he packed his things, finished the breakfast served by the restaurant waiter in the room, took out the camouflage mask and put it on, and then came to the deck of the Black.

    A large group of new students gathered on the deck.

    Cyril found that everyone had more or less magical objects after purchasing on Whalefall Island yesterday.

    At least it looks like the protective capes are selling very well in grocery stores.

    At the front end of the deck stood more than a dozen adults in different clothes. There was a clear circle around them, and no one dared to approach.

    Cyril knew instantly that they were the official wizards on the ship who went to Atlantis to recruit students.

    One of them was a very androgynous wizard wearing a black top hat and a gorgeous black evening dress.

    The most striking thing is that on his shoulders there is also a very delicate little puppet.

    This little puppet is very similar to the other tall puppets on the Black cruise ship except for the facial features.

    Cyril immediately realized that the wizard in the black dress was the owner of the Black.

    He looked at "her" without looking at her.

    Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous it is, Cyril thought to himself, he really couldn't tell from the outside that this was the owner of the black-hearted restaurant.

    Cyril stared for a while, only to feel dizzy, and a sense of dizziness hit his brain.

    He quickly looked away and stared at the blue sky for a while, before barely recovering.

    At the same time, Cyril was a little curious, he did not see Mr. Scott.

    Could it be that Mr. Scott is only an apprentice wizard and therefore ineligible to stay with other full-fledged wizards?

    Cyril couldn't think about it, the wizard wearing a dazzling dazzling wizard robe made a sound. His voice was low, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

    "Okay, all freshmen! Listen, now I'll take you to the site of the wizard apprentice grading trial."