After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Before the system could speak, Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Although this medicine temporarily clears the pollution of the abyss..."

    Brian's heavy eyes slid over the dark red lines.

    He paused and continued, "But there is no anchor that can resist the abyss."

    The man's tone was low and gentle, but it seemed to have a hint of cruelty.

    Brian reached out his hand and gently rubbed the lines on the skin of Cyril's abdomen.

    The dark red lines are like tangled thorns and vines, surrounded by his white belly, like a sea of ​​gorgeous flowers blooming in the pure white snow.

    Cyril sat up and looked down at the place where he just wiped the medicine.

    He stared at the strange dark red pattern and was silent for a moment.

    Looks like some weird tattoo…

    This is probably the bad news the system said?

    Somewhat unexpectedly, Cyril didn't have the panic and anxiety when he learned that he was contaminated by abyss creatures.

    It seemed that Mr. Scott beside him gave him an inexplicable sense of courage and security.

    "This is... 'anchor'?"

    Cyril asked softly.

    He wanted to reach out and touch the weird lines, only to find that his hand was still intertwined with Mr. Scott's fingers.

    This gesture seems a little too intimate.

    Cyril blinked his eyes and tried to let go of his hand as if nothing had happened.

    Brian noticed Cyril's movements, his long and narrow eyebrows raised slightly.

    The next moment, he used the hand that was still soaked in Cyril's body temperature to slowly rub the dark red lines again.

    Feeling the tingling and tingling on her skin, Cyril's heart skipped a beat.

    Brian was calm and expressionless.

    He slowly withdrew his hand and glanced at Cyril calmly, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

    Bryan then explained unhurriedly: "People who have been contaminated by abyssal creatures can easily be re-contaminated, because the 'anchor' left by the abyssal creatures on them is very important to other abyss. Biological attraction is great."

      Others are more likely to be in danger."

    He said lightly.

      If something happens, you have to stay with me as much as possible."

    After he said that, he suddenly leaned forward, pulling him into the distance with Cyril.

    Although the man's voice was light, it had an irrefutable meaning.

    Cyril felt Mr. Scott's warm and humid breath in his ears.

    He raised his eyes, and his eyes hit the other party's eyes.

    The eyes of the two met, and the surrounding air seemed to become lingering and sticky.

    Cyril felt like a wave was rolling in his heart.

    He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he opened his lips slightly, but he didn't know what to say, and finally silently returned to tranquility.

    He looked away and nodded slowly.

    Summer vacation is coming to an end soon.

    At the school opening dinner, Cyril was enjoying dinner while discussing the course selection for this school year with his friends.

    "I kind of want to choose alchemy."

    Paris Grauer said, cutting a small piece from the sizzling steak.

    "Good choice."

    Addison Morgan pushed up his glasses.

    "Alchemy is the most expensive major in all courses, no one."

    Paris's expression froze, and the movement of chewing the steak suddenly stiffened.

    He recalled the amount of Wu Jing he had left and slowly shook his head.

    Cyril swallowed the smooth and tender shrimp **** in his mouth, and suggested: "Come with me to choose the advanced course of witch realm, taught by Christina."

    "No, no, I don't have any talent for witchcraft."

    Paris waved his hand hastily.

    The other wizard apprentices around them at the small round table were also discussing course selection.

    The chattering voices of apprentice wizards echoed in the auditorium.

    "Okay, be quiet."

    Christina Black drew her wand and cast a spell on herself.

    The voice of the short-haired witch immediately became louder, clearly resounding in the noisy auditorium.

    The wizard apprentices looked in her direction curiously.

    Cyril also found that Dean Brian, who appeared for a moment before the dinner party, disappeared again.

    The chair in the center of the high platform was empty.

    "Before the school started, the seven wizarding academies received instructions from the Wizarding Union. Our Snowberg Wizarding Institute will offer a free compulsory course this academic year, a compulsory course for body training."

    Sorcerer Christina's voice clearly fell into the ears of the wizard apprentice present.

    Cyril and Warren, who was sitting beside him, looked at each other, and both of them had a bad feeling in their hearts.

    "All apprentice wizards must complete this course! If the final exam is not passed, it will be retaken as any other course until the course is passed."

    The wizard Christina said slowly.

    She glanced at the apprentice wizards who were already trembling in the crowd, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

    "Before tomorrow, please be sure to select the elective courses on your respective crystal balls, and follow the instructions on the crystal ball to go to the corresponding classroom to take classes and pay Wu Jing."

    The short-haired witch raised the wine glass on the table in front of her and wished the wizard apprentices.

    "Have a nice start to school."

    As a result of her good grades in the final exam, Cyril was awarded two courses for free.

    In addition to the Wu Jing accumulated on weekdays, he carefully chose the three courses of "Wizard Realm Advancement", "Magic Potions Advancement" and "Puppet Art".

    The rhythm of the elective courses is fast, and the difficulty of the courses suddenly increases.

    Even Cyril found it a little difficult to learn, and many apprentices were even more confused and in a trance.

    Whether it's Wizard Christina, a professor of witchcraft, or Selena Pousons, a professor of potions, they are no longer as patient as a required course, and they will no longer stare indifferently The wizard's apprentice hurried their steps.

    And the puppet art professor Chris Black's personal teaching style is more distinct. He directly let the little puppet on his shoulder demonstrate to the wizard apprentices how to make sutures.

    So a group of wizard apprentices painted scoops according to the gourd underneath, and started to do handicrafts in a hurry.

    Of course, what is even more frustrating is the newly added compulsory course - body training course.

    The professor was a tall, bearded wizard named Habakak Osmon.

    The sorcerer who worked in the "Dark Wizard Capture Office" from the Wizarding League looked at the frail and pale wizard apprentices standing in the arena at this time and shook his head.

    "Although now is the era of elemental wizards, and the refining wizards are almost extinct, but your physique is too poor! You are the bright future of the wizard continent!"

    Professor Osmond sighed, his eyes were full of sighs: "If you are restrained by the dark wizard's shady tricks, you probably won't be able to escape."

    He flexed his arms, rolled up the sleeves of the wizard's robe, and showed the strong muscles on his arms to the wizard apprentices.

    "I punch a kid like you."

    After all, Wizard Osmond's sharp eagle eyes looked around at the shivering wizard apprentices, as if to catch a lucky one to verify that his words were very credible.

    Cyril couldn't help but glance at his classmates, then lowered his head silently.

    It is estimated that only Robert Pearson, whom he encountered in the wizarding apprentice grading trial, can fight one.

    "Okay, let's warm up first! Come on! Let's run ten laps first."

    Osmond wizard probably didn't want to cause casualties to wizard apprentices just after the class started.

    So he waved his hand and said words that made the wizard apprentices present want to faint.

    Seeing that the wizard apprentices were stunned and motionless, Wizard Osmond clapped his hands and encouraged: "All move!"

    Then he took out a pocket watch, glanced at the time, and urged: "Those who haven't moved within half a minute will add ten laps! Those who haven't finished running within an hour will also add ten laps. No magic! I can see it!"

    Cyril twitched his forehead, put away the wand he was secretly holding, and gave up the idea of ​​casting a spell on himself.

    He looked at the huge arena, his heart was full, and he opened his legs and ran.

    A circle passed.

    There are wizard apprentices who stay up late to study.

    After a while, someone screamed and fell to the ground.

    The other wizard apprentices couldn't help but stop, watching carefully, and quickly planning in their minds whether they could pretend to faint and escape.

    However, the wizard Osmond strode to the fainted wizard apprentice and gave him a bottle of energy potion ruthlessly.

    Then he patted the wizard apprentice **** the shoulder, picked him up, and said, "Do you feel better now? Keep running! You can!"

    It's too cruel, you have to run out of the energy potion.

    Cyril sighed faintly, and continued to run after hearing the mourning of the surrounding wizard apprentices.

    Two circles…

    Three circles…

    Many wizard apprentices have been treated with potions by Osmond wizards.

    Four turns…

    Five circles…

    The wizard apprentices who can still run at a constant speed are mostly bought and consumed some physical enhancement things in the secret realm or the market.

    However, in the previous study and life, wizard apprentices did not have anything to improve their physique, and most people generally do not spend extra wizard crystals to buy related products.

    After the sixth lap, Cyril with a physical strength of "20" also felt powerless, his footsteps became heavier and slower.

     Crystal sweat dripped from his forehead.

    Seeing that the apprentices' momentum was getting lower and lower, Wizard Osmond touched his chin and shouted at them: "The top five apprentices who finish ten laps first can get my Special recovery potion! The effect is great! No more worrying about muscle soreness!"

    Cyril groaned when he heard the words, and saw the wizard apprentices running in front of him suddenly speed up.

    There also seemed to be footsteps behind him. He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

    That's right.

    Sorcerer Osmond nodded in relief as he looked at the passionately running crowd.

    The author has something to say: Osmond: Good health is really good!