MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 13

It didn't take long for the younger generation of this group of Philadelphia aristocrats to complete this relaxed mental strength test.

Of course most people are disappointed.

Only the first one who took the initiative to test Grace Abraham, the charming boy Warren Abraham, and the one who looked arrogant Paris Geller passed the psychic test.

Their mental powers are "10", "12" and "10".

The other people's mental strength is below "10", not qualified.

Cyril saw that most of the people in this group were only poor "1" and "2", and even Warren Abraham, who had the highest mental strength, had only "12" - his second less than one part.

Cyril's little tail was raised in his heart, he felt that he could do it again!

The Earl of Abraham is very happy to see that he has two younger generations who can embark on the path of wizards.

Thanks Goddess of Light!

Although one is the illegitimate son he made after a night of absurdity.

But he never deducted the food and clothing of these illegitimate children!

The Earl of Abraham was especially pleased to see the hope of the family continuation.

Even among the other aristocratic descendants in Philadelphia, only the boy of the Geller family who did not deal with him very much passed the test and did not spoil his good spirits.

"Dear wizard, I have sent a telegram to the envoys of the capital as you instructed, and they all said they are waiting for your arrival at any time."

The Earl of Abraham gave Brian the latest news he had just received.

The Earl was a little proud in his heart. He didn't expect that he would be so lucky to be the first stop of this wizard's enrollment!

This is a great honor!

The sorcerer decided not to go to other great lords' territories, but to go directly to the capital!

He didn't know that Brian's first place in Philadelphia was just to find Green, the alchemy snake in the foggy forest.

The closest big city to the Foggy Moon Forest is Philadelphia, so the Earl of Abraham took advantage of it.

Brian casually turned the ring on his little finger and nodded.

Since he left the wizarding continent under the guise of recruiting, he needs to bring back some little lambs.

However, he can't let the owner of a wizard's tower go to other big cities to test those idiots so hard.

Wang is where he intends to perfunctory last.

Brian pondered in his heart, he had already asked Zoe to inform Christina, that shrewd witch would definitely understand what he meant and would send another reliable candidate to recruit.

"I implore you to stay one more night tonight! Let me say goodbye to my lovely granddaughter and grandson!"

The Earl of Abraham was respectful and sincere.

"Of course, dear sir."

Brian showed a smile that was very aristocratic etiquette.

"Praise your kindness!"

The Earl of Abraham once again felt that he was fortunate to meet a very reasonable wizard.

"If you want, I can arrange for someone to accompany you around Philadelphia."

The Earl suggested.

"It's up to you to make arrangements."

Maybe the current interest is not bad, Brian agreed.

***

When he went out in the afternoon, Paris Greer did not know where he got the news, and heard that the wizard was going to go shopping in Philadelphia.

He volunteered to go with the wizard.

Cyril was about to go back to his room, when Mr. Scott said lightly ("Little Cyril wouldn't mind walking around Philadelphia with me, right?") to catch up with the carriage.

They were riding in an ordinary luxury steam carriage prepared by the Earl of Abraham. Paris Grad was a little disappointed. He learned that the wizard entered the Earl's mansion in a car Skeleton carriage.

However, as soon as he got on the carriage, Paris Gradler cheered up again, and eloquently showed off his historical and cultural knowledge of Philadelphia, trying to make a good impression in front of the wizard.

Cyril gave him a helpless look.

I don't know if it's because of the arias used by nobles, he always felt that Paris Greer was a little too hard.

Like a theatrical performance.

This was Cyril's first ride in a steam carriage.

He looked at the structure of the steam carriage while listening to Paris Greer's cadence.

Sit in this steam carriage and hear the slight mechanical sound of gears turning.

Although it is more stable and comfortable than an ordinary carriage, it is far less than Mr. Scott's luxury RV-like wizard's carriage.

Brian's face remained calm, and he wished to give this noisy boy a tongue-cutting curse.

His forehead twitched impatiently, his eyes darkened.

Or a "Spiritual Mantra" is also good, he squinted slightly.

He likes to talk so much, so let him keep talking for three days and three nights.

Cyril noticed the slight impatience in Mr. Scott's brows as soon as Paris Greer began to speak.

The young speaker, however, seemed oblivious, and continued to recite the history of Philadelphia in his slow aria.

Cyril observed quietly for a while, and found that Mr. Scott was indeed uninterested in Geller's words, and his impatience increased.

He was suddenly a little worried about the situation of this future classmate.

Cyril inexplicably thought of the tragic appearance of the mutant long-horned wild boar in the foggy moon forest at the end.

It's really hard to end without interruptions.

Cyril cut his teeth and interrupted Geller, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "When we reach the main square, why don't we go down for a walk? What do you think, Mr. Scott?"

Brian heard a trace of imperceptible eagerness in Bone's voice.

He raised his eyebrows, realized something, and the tyranny in his heart was suppressed for a moment.

You are lucky.

Brian gave Paris Greer a cold look and got out of the carriage.

Paris Grauer was a little dissatisfied that Cyril interrupted his good opportunity to perform like this.

This **** commoner!

There is no family surnamed Lawrence among the nobles of Philadelphia.

He had observed it before, and he felt that the boy did not look like he was very spiritual.

It is estimated that Lawrence is just an ordinary wizard apprentice reserve.

Paris Grauer gave Cyril a stern look.

Good intentions are misunderstood.

Cyril shrugged.

Of course he didn't have bad intentions, but he just had a gut feeling that if Mr. Scott suddenly got angry, he might also be affected.

The environment of the Grand Place has not changed much from the last time Cyril was there.

The sun shines on the white dome of the cathedral, and the dazzling light spots flicker on the large stained glass glass.

The old gears of the quaint clock tower rattle.

Cyril glimpsed from a distance a few nuns in white robes surrounded by women and children in dark clothes in front of the church.

It seems that people from the church are giving out black bread to the poor.

Cyril sighed softly.

If he didn't happen to have the golden finger of a special wizard physique and system, he wouldn't know where he was working so hard to make a living, just to eat a bite of rough black bread that barely filled his stomach.

***

"Excellent, Loz! I finally got it right this time!" A pleasant female voice entered Cyril's ears.

Her voice was low, but Cyril could still hear it clearly.

Cyril found that his facial features have improved to varying degrees in the past two days.

It was only when he complained to the system about the crystal ball after the test this morning that the system revealed that it suspected that Cyril had drawn a little unusual power from Mr. Scott's crystal ball.

Anything like this?

Cyril was overjoyed.

Is it because he hurts and becomes stronger?

】

The system said truthfully, and in order to express its true regret, it also sighed.

Cyril recalled his body data:

[Name: Cyril Lawrence

Age: 15

Stamina: 7

Strength: 7

Mental Power: 25

Magic: 10

Achievement: Favor of the Necromancer

Description: Retweet this Cyril Lawrence to increase the chance of winning the favor of the undead wizard by 1%! Then tell that wonderful feeling to everyone in the world! 】

Cyril looked at the explanation that was still yin and yang, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Thanks, it was connoted.

The voice of the girl in the distance became clearer as they approached.

"The brown bread we received this time is enough for us to last for three more days! I hope to be lucky to see it next time!" There was a hint of joy in the girl's voice.

The boy next to her just nodded silently, and then took the initiative to take the brown bread in the old newspaper from the girl's arms.

"Praise the Goddess of Light!"

The girl paused, thinking of something, and laughed the next second, and said, "I suddenly remembered that the wizards all praise Merlin!"

She looked at the boy next to her, blinked her eyes, and said, "Loz, do you remember? The drunk Hanston at the old well pub before! He always fantasizes that he is a wizard, Nagging every day 'Damn it! Merlin's smelly socks!'"

The girl imitated it very much, and vividly outlined the scolding appearance of a depressed and despondent drunk.

Cyril followed the voice and looked over, he felt that the girl seemed a little familiar.

The boy finally burst out laughing, and in the next moment he restrained his expression as if embarrassed.

"Thank you, Jenny."

Lords said softly, knowing that his sister was always looking for ways to make his life a little bit better.

Although they are poor and struggling to live by night shifts in oppressive factories and occasional relief from church, sister Jenny is still very optimistic and full of hope in life.

Ston cried while drinking, shouting why Master Wizard didn't recruit him to the Wizarding Land.

"This is against Merlin's will! That **** wizard without eyes!" He took a sip of wine and then cursed: "Damn it! Merlin's stinky socks!"

The drink that had not yet slid down his throat ran out of the corners of his mouth, down his cheeks and neck, onto his dirty old dress.

Hanston is a famous drunk in the old well tavern. He claims to be a descendant of a desolate aristocrat. Because he was not selected when he went to the capital to participate in the recruitment of wizards, he also spent a lot of gold coins .

Richard, the owner of the tavern, is also happy to let Hanston get drunk every day, trying to drain every copper coin that the drunkard has left.

Lords was noncommittal.

But he felt that if there was a wizard who followed Merlin's will to recruit students, his sister Jenny should be recruited.

Since their parents died, Jenny has been able to foresee some future events on and off.

Sometimes it's very accurate, and sometimes it's quite different.

Although this ability is unstable, Lords believes that it must be an ability of unusual wizards.

He was just waiting for his sister to pick up the brown bread (this is only given to women and children), he walked into the church to pray, in addition to praying for the health of his sister, he subconsciously prayed There are wizards who can spot the difference in Jenny.

Lords doesn't know what kind of life he can live as a wizard, but judging from the awe of everyone for wizards, at least it will be better than now.

Now they have relied on Jenny's foresight ability several times to accurately know the time of the church's irregular distribution of brown bread, which makes life a little easier.

Loz looked at the pigeons strutting in the square, and a trace of mockery flashed in his heart.

These pigeons are exceptionally rounded by people feeding them from time to time.

Many people in the slum are not as good as a pigeon in front of the church square.

"Loz, do you remember the boy I met in the dark alley last time I told you? I later saw him in a neat wizard robe and still Call our names." Jenny's eyes brightened.

"If only it were true." She sighed.

Yes.

If Jenny's prediction is true, it means they will be better off.

Lords shook his head.

They almost reached Cyril at this time.

At this time, a pigeon flew straight towards Lodz.

When he was startled by the sound of the pigeon flapping his wings, he could only use the black bread in his hand as a weapon, and swung the daring pigeon to the other side.

"Damn, do you have eyes!" Paris Greer's voice sounded, with a trace of anger in his voice.

The stupid pigeon was driven to his side just now!

"I'm sorry." Seeing that he accidentally bumped into a richly dressed aristocratic young master, Loz apologized.

Paris Gradler finished scolding according to his usual way of doing things, and then remembered that the wizard was also by the side.

He scolded inwardly, with a fake smile on his face, and said, "It's okay... Be careful next time."

Perhaps he was not used to saying this, his tone was stiff as if he was going to fight the boy in front of him.

Cyril was thinking about what the girl just said.

When he raised his head, he happened to meet the girl's eyes.

Cyril's almond eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly realized.

"Hey, it's you!"

The author has something to say:

Cyril (happy written all over his face.jpg): I am in pain and strong.