After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Several wizard apprentices from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy froze when they heard Cyril's words, and their faces were full of disbelief.

    This person... how can he not speak of martial arts!

    "You! Despicable! Shameless!"

    The drake voice wizard apprentice from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy looked at Cyril with anger in his eyes.

    Cyril raised his eyebrows.

    It's because he has too little knowledge and ignorance, and the other party's rake behavior is too natural and smooth, right?

    These people are obviously the first to repeatedly jump on their bottom line.

    Cyril shrugged, looked away from them, and stroked his wand lightly instead.

    His white wrist holding a beautiful wand shook gracefully, and the tall skeletons behind several wizard apprentices shackled them more and more firmly.

    Cyril was just about to step forward to search his body when Nicholas Cavendish, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and said, "You rest, I'll come!"

    Nicholas moved his hands unceremoniously after speaking, and his movements were neat and professional.

    After a while, many large and small magic objects were found and temporarily thrown to the ground.

    Cyril glanced at these things and smiled at Nicholas.

    I didn't expect a lot!

    “…”

    Some muffled syllables came out intermittently, the sound was very small.

    After all, Cyril was worried that these wizard apprentices would spit fragrant aromas and destroy the environment of this bountiful harvest, so he specifically asked the skeleton people to cover their mouths with white phalanges.

    In a peaceful and peaceful place, the corners of the eyes of the apprentice drake-voiced wizard flashed with angry tears.

    At first glance, it looks like a forced apprentice.

    When Victor hurried over according to the position shown on the crystal ball, he happened to see this scene.

    "I'm here! Don't worry! Don't…"

    However, when Victor took a closer look, his words got stuck in his throat before he could say it.

    At the same time, he stopped, opened his eyes to look at the person being shackled by the skeleton man, and turned his head to look at Cyril who was unharmed.

    Victor was in a trance for a while, his eyes were extraordinarily complicated.

    He saw Cyril surrounded by a group of skeletons from a distance before, and was worried that his younger generation would be bullied by powerful wizard apprentices, but he never expected that the scene in front of him seemed to be Cyril... Bullying other wizard apprentices? !

    Cyril and Nicholas Cavendish's attention was originally focused on these people, until they heard Victor's voice, they turned to look at the person who came.

    Seeing that it was Victor, Cyril smiled brightly.

    "This is Senior Victor Alex who came to the secret realm with me."

    "This is Nicholas Cavendish, my same class of wizard apprentices."

    Cyril looked at the two beside him and took the initiative to introduce them to each other.

    Victor choked.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl who was being restrained by a skeleton not far away, and glared at him fiercely, with the words all over his face—"I remember your name! I am waiting!"

    At this moment, Victor is in a mixed mood.

    Who is the ivory tower wizard apprentice who has never been beaten in the secret realm?

    Why does he feel that he is the senior who can't keep up with the rhythm?

    Victor shook his head and was about to discuss with the two of them to leave here.

    However, Nicholas Cavendish suddenly made a sudden appearance, and then he took a slender brass object from the pocket of his wizard robe.

    Nicholas Cavendish felt a little proud when he saw Cyril staring at the item in his hand with interest.

    He regained his usual arrogant and reserved attitude, straightened his body and said, "This is an alchemy item I designed by myself, I call it a detector, it can detect what the opponent is carrying. number of alchemical items in possession."

    "Look, there are specific numbers on it."

    Nicholas opened the brass detector in his palm and signaled Cyril to try it.

    "As long as it has gone through the alchemy process, it can be detected."

    Nicholas's tone was smug.

    Cyril took this thing from his hand, and saw that the number displayed on the detector scrolled instantly, becoming the number "1".

    The little snake Green was detected immediately.

    "Excellent, your alchemy must be good!"

    Cyril exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

    He thought of Mr. Scott's friend Mr. Erlanger in a blink of an eye, and felt that the other party might have a lot in common with Nicholas.

    Nicholas suddenly fell down when he heard this.

    He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.

    "What's the use of alchemy...Alchemy isn't serious magic, it's just an unpopular endgame."

    Nicholas was silent for a moment, and spit out these words with difficulty.

    Cyril was stunned and puzzled.

    Alchemy is great, isn't it?

    He looked up at Victor, who was beside him, with a little confusion in his eyes.

    "It's all old."

    Victor waved his hand and explained patiently:

    "The ancient wizards all pursued their own powerful and pure magic power, and disdain to use external force. Therefore, many handed down notes and manuscripts are very disdain for alchemy and other research."

    He has a friend who is also a child of a wizard, and he has heard him talk about this so-called "orthodox" argument.

    “After the war, the Wizarding Union encouraged wizards and wizard apprentices from major wizarding colleges to expand into a wider field of magical research. Many previously unpopular research fields have been revived, and alchemy is one of them. ."

    Victor paused and said slowly.

    "However, there are still some old-school wizards who hold the idea of ​​ancient wizards and reject these fields of study."

    "However, on the contrary, some radical great wizards even joined some researchers from other continents... They called themselves 'scholars' and set up a research institute called 'The Truth Tower'. People in the 'Tower of Truth' try to integrate magic into the lives of ordinary people on other continents, so they attach great importance to alchemy. If some wizard apprentices fail to be successfully promoted to official wizards and like alchemy very much, usually I will choose to work in the Tower of Truth and continue to conduct various researches."

    "However, the Holy See always seems to suspect that the 'Tower of Truth' symbolizes the nefarious ambition and desire for power of the wizards... In general, the Tower of Truth seems to be unflattering on both sides."

    Victor sighed.

    Cyril nodded, thoughtfully.

    It appears that Nicholas Cavendish is also a victim of stereotypes.

    Cyril patted Nicholas on the shoulder and comforted: "The times have changed."

    He looked at Nicholas Cavendish and said seriously:

    "In the past, ancient wizards pondered and fought alone, but now there is a wizarding academy, where wizards cooperate with each other and exert their advantages in their respective fields, isn't it better. Alchemy is very practical, It can be very powerful!"

    Nicholas looked at Cyril's firm eyes and was slightly stunned.

    In order to prove what he said, Cyril tried his best to use this brass detector to **** some fish that slipped through the net from the apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.

    "Look."

    Cyril picked up these newly found alchemy items and shook them in front of him.

    Nicholas burst out laughing, and there was an unprecedented ease in his heart.

    After school starts, choose the alchemy course, then write a letter to my father to apologize, he decided in his heart.

    "Wait! My alchemy will definitely be better than yours!"

    Nicholas looked at Cyril, raised his chin slightly, and said confidently.

    "Xing Xing Xing, you are amazing."

    Cyril's eyes were still glued to these spoils, and he responded perfunctorily.

    Although Cyril intended to split, both Nicholas and Victor insisted, and the three left the place.

    After walking a long way, Cyril lifted the call to the undead.

    He wasn't worried that the apprentice wizards who were freed would continue to trouble him.

    I couldn't beat him anyway, Cyril raised the corners of his lips slightly.

    Not long after, the three of them successfully joined with Addison Morgan and the others under the navigation of the crystal ball.

    The group continued to carefully collect a lot of things in this secret realm.

    It wasn't until everyone had a full harvest that they returned to the teleportation array and returned to the floating city.

    "Which market are you going to sell these things?"

    After coming out of the Secret Agency, Victor looked at several people and asked.

    "The 'Bellefitte' Market, or the 'Cumbertie Wood' Market. As far as I know, the price difference between these two large markets is not large."

    Addison Morgan pushed his glasses and moved out of his plans.

    Victor touched his chin and looked at Cyril, intending to establish a friendly relationship with this good wizard apprentice.

    He approached Cyril and said softly: "The things you got from the wizard apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy had better not be sold in the big market, after all, if you encounter a Those few acquaintances..."

    Cyril nodded, seeing that the other party seemed to have a plan, he asked with his eyes.

    Victor lowered his voice involuntarily: "I know a market, it is a black market, the purchase price there is not bad, and it is quite safe, do you want to go with me?"

    Cyril's eyes lit up and he was curious.

    He nodded.

    The group then parted ways.

    Addison Morgan and the others went to Bellefit's Market, while Cyril followed Victor to a tavern that seemed to be made of stone.

    There are many quiet black crows parked on the eaves of the tavern, and the light in the tavern is also a little dim.

    Cyril wears his own camouflage mask, while Victor also wears a lion-shaped mask at this time.

    He led Cyril to a wooden door that looked a little shabby, raised his hand and knocked seven times.

    The door creaked open.

    A short wizard with a black hood stood on the inside, his face hidden in the hood and could not be seen clearly.

    "Old rules, understand?"

    He made an odd, weak, hoarse voice.

    Victor nodded, took out six witch crystals and put them in a black jar next to the door.

    Then took Cyril into the door.

    This is a stairway that spirals downwards. The stone walls on both sides of the stairway are lit with red flames at intervals.

    When they didn't know how many steps they went down, they finally passed through an arch and came to a large open space.