After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

     Chef Zorro's delicious fish hodgepodge is already on the table.

    The cleaned whole grilled fish is sticking to the grill and sizzling. Come.

      , the taste is wonderful.

    All the excitement, exhaustion and subconscious worry of the day are gently soothed by this delicious treat.

    While enjoying the meal, Cyril sighed again in his heart: It's great to be roommates with Mr. Scott! Kind!

    Brian leaned back in the chair lazily, raised his eyes and watched Cyril concentrate on his meal, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

    Little Rose eats gracefully and quickly. When she eats the food she likes, she will bend her almond eyes and lick her lips with satisfaction. She is very cute.

    Watching him eat, I feel that my appetite has improved a lot.

    Brian waited patiently for Cyril to finish his meal.

    He then stretched out his hand and handed Cyril three bottles of medicine in a transparent glass test tube.

    "This is?"

    Cyril blinked and looked at Mr. Scott with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

    "This is the Moonlight Elixir."

    Brian slowly shook the transparent glass test tube containing the potion, and said lightly, "Remember the three moonlight fruits you picked today?"

    Cyril paused, nodded, and instantly understood.

    He didn't expect Mr. Scott to prepare the Moonlight Potion in such a short period of time, and give it all to himself.

    He touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

    "Drink."

    Brian nodded slightly towards Cyril and chuckled.

    Cyril thanked him earnestly and took the Moonlight Potion.

    He pulled out the cork from the bottle and poured it into his mouth in one breath.

    Moonlight Elixir is a white clear liquid. At first, you can feel a touch of bitterness, but after swallowing, there is a hint of sweetness, and the taste is rich in layers.

    Cyril could feel that his entire body was slightly hot, as if something was rampaging in his veins.

    When Cyril finished drinking the Moonlight Potion, he immediately asked the system to check his current body data: [Name: Cyril Lawrence

    Age: 16

     Stamina: 20

    Strength: 20

    Mental Power: 80

    Magic: 65

    Achievement: Contamination of the Abyss (Light)

    Explanation: You, because you are too good, have successfully attracted the attention of the abyss, and even the passing ants have to sigh with emotion, what a miserable!

    It is known that the holy water nurtured by the Holy Light Holy See Faith Fountain is invalid for you; you can wait for the research results of Steinbeck Erlanger (unknown); when you are promoted to wizards, there is a certain chance that you will be able to self immunity. 】 Cyril first sighed faintly, then cheered up again.

    At least the pollution on his body is still within the controllable range, and various physical data have improved a lot with the help of moonlight potions and secret fish!

    Cyril comforted himself.

    However, the system says that promotion to a wizard is a way to break the pollution...

    Cyril carefully recalled in his heart that when he first took a magic theory class, wizard Christina Black once explained how a wizard apprentice was promoted to a wizard.

    "The power of wizards comes from our mastery of the magical elements in nature, and we make ourselves stronger through knowledge. Wizards do not believe in gods, but strive to cultivate their spiritual power and temper themselves magic."

    The handsome short-haired witch spoke eloquently, and her unhurried voice was very persuasive.

    She looked around at the wizard apprentices sitting in the classroom, and continued: "When your magic power and spiritual power both exceed 250, you have the basic conditions to be promoted to wizards. But to be promoted to wizards The timing is relatively random, and wizard apprentices have to find a way to gain the recognition of the will of the wizard plane in order to be successfully promoted to wizards."

    Cyril also saw a lot of materials in the library afterwards, and felt that it was very metaphysical that the apprentices of the wizards were recognized by the will of the plane.

    Some wizard apprentices created a new magic spell and were successfully promoted to wizards; .

      promoted to wizard.

    It always seems to come, the stronger the spiritual and magical power, the higher the probability of being promoted to a wizard.

    Cyril was sighing that this promotion method was really unfriendly to the African chiefs, and suddenly came back to find that Mr. Scott was staring at him with interest.

    His heart skipped a beat.

    Mr. Scott seemed to be in a good mood at this time, with a little joy in his eyes, and his eyes made Cyril a little elusive.

    Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still asked in a soft voice:

    "Excuse me, how do I successfully advance to wizarding?"

    Brian raised his eyebrows slightly.

      An acknowledgment of will, not necessarily to achieve something outstanding, but to deepen your bond with the wizarding world."

    Cyril tried his best to focus on the content of the sentence.

    Deepen your bond with this wizarding world…

    Cyril thought of this, took a breath, and his heart skipped a beat.

    Don't Mr. Scott see that he is from another world?

    Cyril pretended to be thinking, and looked at Mr. Scott's expression unintentionally.

    Fortunately, after the other party finished speaking, he leaned back on the back of the chair, his slender hands lay lazily on the dining table, and his eyebrows were a little careless.

    There seems to be nothing out of the ordinary... Cyril breathed a sigh of relief.

    "Don't worry, little Cyril."

    Brian was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly.

    He snapped his fingers slowly, and all the **** on the table disappeared.

    "You'll be a wizard, I promise."

    Brian walked over to Cyril and said softly.

    The man was no longer in a gentle tone this time, but instead had an irrefutable force in his tone.

    Cyril froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

    The whole person looks bright and soft without knowing it.

    Brian's eyes flashed slightly, he raised his hand and rubbed Cyril's hair, and said softly, "Good night, little Cyril."

    Cyril returned to his room.

    He took out the crystal ball and was about to contact his friends. According to their agreed time, he was going to the B-level secret realm in the next few days.

    When Cyril took out his crystal ball, he realized that there were many unread messages on it.

    He casually clicked on the earliest one, and saw lines of text popping out of the crystal ball.

     Cyril widened his eyes when he saw it.

    It's the final exam result!

    How many days have I passed the exam? The efficiency of the college professors marking papers is too high! This can be regarded as the industry benchmark industry leader...

    Cyril took a deep breath, his heart trembling towards his grades.

    Although he feels that he did well in the test, he still feels nervous when looking at the results.

    Cyril's eyes swept across the rows of D (Distiion, excellent), and he breathed a sigh of relief.

    There is even a line of small print at the bottom of all grades - given that the wizard's apprentice's test scores are the first in this year's students, the wizard's apprentice can take two courses for free next school year.

    Seeing this, Cyril was filled with joy.

    He is so happy, two courses are 2000 Wu Jing!

    Save 2000 Wu Jing at once! What you save is what you earn!

    He is such an ordinary little genius for making money!

    Cyril then glanced at other news, some of which were the concerns of the little friends.

    There are also people who are willing to pay Cyril to help him make up lessons.

    The more important news was sent by Addison Morgan, saying that he had found the senior wizard apprentice who led them to the B-level secret realm, and met in the hall of the wizard tower two days later.

    Cyril returned a message to Addison Morgan, and waited quietly for the arrival in two days.

    Two days later.

    Cyril was well prepared.

    He brought all kinds of potions in the retractable pocket of the wizard's robe, and after thinking about it, he brought the little snake Green and came to the hall of the wizard's tower.

    The Webbers are already waiting here.

    Jenny Weber was relieved to see Cyril safe and sound.

    "Good morning, Cyril!"

    Jenny looked at each other carefully.

    "Good morning, Jenny! Good morning, Loz!"

    Cyril nodded to them.

    "Sorry for not replying to your message in time that day, I slept all day."

    Cyril showed an embarrassed smile to Jenny, and subconsciously told a small lie to hide the fact that he followed Mr. Scott to the S-level secret realm that day.

    The main reason is to say that it will inevitably involve one's own pollution, which will only increase the family's worries.

    Jenny smiled at Cyril and waved her hand to indicate that it was all right.

    The reason why she sent Cyril a message was because she unexpectedly had a vague visionary dream on the day she finished the exam.

    She dreamed that Cyril was shrouded in a black mist, full of indescribable danger.

    In the dream, she was a bystander who could not touch the entity, and could only watch Cyril entangled in black mist.

    Jenny was anxious about what to do when another man suddenly appeared in the dream.

    The man's face is not clear, but he is tall and handsome.

    He succeeded in dispelling the black mist, in a more dangerous and terrifying way, as if a demon had snatched its prey from a lesser predator.

    Afterwards, this unfathomable man embraced Cyril, obviously unable to see his expression, but Jenny could feel a strange tenderness when the other party looked at Cyril.

    She was continuing to observe silently, when suddenly the man turned his head and his eyes were cold, making it feel like he was suddenly immersed in an endless abyss.

    This sharp look is a silent warning!

    Then the whole dream collapsed and Jenny woke up suddenly.

    She endured the cold sweat and stickiness behind her back, and calmly used tarot cards to perform witchcraft divination, trying to judge whether this strange man would harm Cyril.

    However, the divinations were varied and even eerily contradictory.

    But from a diviner's intuition, Jenny felt that he and Cyril might not be hostile.

    She couldn't explain this strange divination result to Cyril, so she had to send a message to ask him about his safety.

    When Jenny came back to her senses, she found that the rest of the people were coming one after another.

    Addison Morgan stands next to a tall, thin apprentice wizard with bang-banged hair.

    This wizard apprentice is named Victor Alex, a student one year older than them.

    He nodded to Cyril and his party, saying hello.

    Victor glanced at Cyril's young and excited faces, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is the freshman of the ivory tower who has not been beaten by the dangerous secret realm, don't be scared to cry then !

    Therefore, Victor took Cyril and the others to the "traffic room" in the academy, while educating: "In the secret realm, if you meet students from other academies with bad intentions and some who attack us Creatures, don't be cowardly, just do it."

     After he said that, he raised his hand and wiped his neck.

    Victor looked at Paris Greer for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.

    Aw, these soft-hearted freshmen, what can I do without his leadership.

    Paris Grauer immediately thought of the nasty guys he encountered in the wizarding apprentice grading trial as soon as Victor finished speaking.

    He nodded in agreement, and said to Victor: "Okay! Got it! Just kill them!"

    Cyril thought of the face-skinned monsters he met in the S-level secret realm before, and nodded obediently, echoing: "Yes, kill them!"

    Victor's throat choked and his forehead twitched.

    What happened? Are all freshmen so brave now?

    Didn't I say just stun them? !