MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 29

So, in the next "intense" competition, this Schrodinger's wand became the most eye-catching protagonist, without the limelight.

Some of the cool things to do include, but are not limited to:

It turned into a goose feather snow that fell on and off the stage for about 10 seconds...

The freshmen watching under the stage unexpectedly watched a good magic show.

Finally, when the fine sand in the hourglass was about to leak out, Cyril neatly released a "Binding Charm" to trip Philip to the ground, stepped forward and snatched the wand in his hand, achieving the At the end of the game time, the opponent could not continue to attack and won the game.

It is worth noting that when Philip stepped down with his wand, there was even a hint of relief that contained many complex emotions.

"Anyone who wants to continue the challenge?"

The puppet judge's head rotated 180 degrees left and right, and looked around at the new students.

Everyone was a little hesitant.

After all, the strength Cyril showed just now cannot be underestimated - he can cast a powerful spell without a wand, who knows if he has any other tricks.

Although there are indeed some magical objects on the body that can be used for attack, they all know that there will be an unknown wizard apprentice grading trial.

If you use up your cards now, it will be bad for you to encounter more troublesome or more profitable situations later.

Everyone thought silently.

The scene was silent for a moment, and no one responded.

Seeing that no one continued to challenge, Cyril was relieved, and his almond eyes curled.

1000 Wu Jing is here!

The feeling of being rich has increased!

Seeing that no one answered the challenge, the puppet man paused for a moment, and then said: "Cyril Lawrence..."

Its sound is smooth with no undulations.

Cyril raised his head to look at the puppet referee, intending to wait for it to finish before asking it where to get his Wujing reward.

"If you are willing to play with me again, and if you win, the restaurant and all other facilities on the 'Black' will be open to you free of charge."

The sound of the puppet judge's machine was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

Cyril was stunned for a moment.

Black Heart Restaurant is free!

The reward is indeed very rich, but the strength of this puppet...

Seeing to see Cyril's concerns, the puppet referee continued: "My strength will be suppressed to the same level as yours, you can rest assured."

"What if I lose?"

Cyril quickly thought of this, but don't let him return the Wu Jing he just won.

"If you lose, the reward of 1000 Wu Jing in the previous competition will not change, but you will no longer be able to get the reward of this competition."

The puppet judge replied.

Anything like this?

Cyril raised his eyes and glanced at the puppet man, as if he wanted to find the puppet silk on his body, but he found nothing.

Then the boy's crisp voice sounded.

"I accept the challenge."

This time, Paris, who won five times the stack in the previous round, still firmly placed a bet on Cyril.

There are still many freshmen who are looking at Cyril and the puppet, hesitating whether to support Cyril or not.

Cyril didn't notice this, he lowered his eyes and thought about why the puppet referee asked him to continue to play against him.

What do you mean by strength like yourself?

Mental power? magic? physical fitness?

After a while, Cyril and the puppet judge stood at opposite ends of the circular stage.

Another puppet dealer took over as the referee for this match.

"Prepare—!"

It raised the voice.

Cyril clenched his fists and released them suddenly, taking a deep breath.

The freshmen who were watching from the audience also quieted down and watched the game nervously.

"3!—2!—1! The game begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet man opposite Cyril took the lead to attack.

It's a fireball technique that hits Cyril's little head.

The size of the fireball and the speed at which it spins are exactly the same as those unleashed by Cyril in previous games.

Cyril flexibly dodged sideways, while raising his eyebrows slightly, thoughtfully.

"Fire!"

He chanted the spell quickly.

With thousands of practice, Cyril has been able to draw magic runes almost instantly.

A fireball that was twice the size of the fireball just released by the puppet flew towards its neck.

The other party also dodged sideways, the same posture as Cyril just now.

The next moment, the puppet man released a fireball with exactly the same speed and size as Cyril.

It is like a copier, what Cyril does, it does what it does, very precise and accurate.

The people below the stage looked like two Cyril Lawrence were fighting.

The posture of the move, the size of the magic power, and even the left and right feet that are habitually stepped out when running are exactly the same.

Fortunately, the obvious distinction is that one has hair and the other has no hair.

After a while, Cyril gasped and dodged the puppet's attack.

He realized that this was not the way to go.

Man, how do you beat yourself?

This is an esoteric philosophical question.

But now Cyril doesn't want to think about such mysterious and mysterious philosophical issues.

Since the puppet is imitating himself, there must be rules to follow, and he must quickly find a way to crack it.

[System, call up a brand new attack plan! ]

【Good! Great! 】

Cyril gave up the magic attack and turned to melee combat.

With the help and prediction of the system, he could only barely tie with the puppet.

Fortunately, Cyril found that the puppet was not born to imitate him, but had an extremely short learning time.

When he changes the system to another attack plan, the puppet needs a certain amount of time to react.

This shows that the puppet can only use what it has seen.

What Cyril himself has mastered and has not shown, it cannot imitate.

Although the reaction time of the other party may be less than 15 seconds, it is enough!

Therefore, Cyril began to use all his strength to focus on the left and right sides of the puppet, forcing it into a small area as much as possible.

Cyril was dodging in the circular stage. Due to the previous test, the puppet learned more attack skills from him, and he inevitably suffered a lot of injuries.

But Cyril's almond eyes were particularly bright.

If you look more closely, you will find that his red and soft lips are gently singing something.

When Cyril hurriedly dodged a "Corrosive Arrow" again and rolled to the edge of the circular stage, he whispered - "Crackling explosion!"

At the moment of chanting the magic spell, Cyril felt that all the magic power in his body was instantly drained.

Even this magic spell is still asking for something from him, trying to get into his brain and take away the remaining spiritual power.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his delicate eyebrows showed obvious pain.

Cyril's knees went weak and he couldn't help falling on the stage.

At the same time, the figure of the puppet froze, as if it was bound by something invisible and could not move.

Then there was only a loud bang of "Clap!", and the whole body of the puppet burst to pieces.

It's a much more spectacular explosion than the popping effect that Schrödinger's wand originally showed, and it's shocking.

Cyril struggled to support his body with his arms, raised his head, and looked at the scene of the puppet man in shock.

This is an original little spell he saw in the "Strange Creatures Cookbook" - "Crackling Spell", the author commented that it is very suitable for frying fat head fish in a small pool.

Cyril silently glanced at the wreckage of the puppet, and blinked.

He expected this little spell to be harmful to a certain extent (after all, it was used to fry fish), so he thought of using it to deal with the puppets unexpectedly, and then added other spells to deepen the attack.

But I didn't expect it to be so harmful!

Simple 'mentally retarded' little spell".

Hey guys, did the author of this "Strange Creature Cookbook" misunderstand "mentally retarded"?

Cyril's thoughts drifted, and he couldn't help but wonder.

He still missed some important point. After returning, he has to take a closer look at the biological description of the fat-headed fish.

However, now Cyril is finally relieved.

Though things didn't go the way he originally planned, the same thing happened - just kill the puppeteer.

After he finished singing the "Crackling Mantra", his mental power and magic power were exhausted. At this time, his limbs were weak and exhausted, but there was no way to continue the game.

"The game is over."

Cyril slowly got up from the ground.

He made a calm gesture, forced his way to the puppet dealer who was in charge of refereeing this game, and said in a positive tone.

"Compliment your strength, Mr. Lawrence."

The puppet dealer nodded, put its white gloved right hand on its left chest, and bowed slightly to show respect.

"Your reward Mr. Butler Papeet will be presented to you shortly."

It continued.

Cyril responded lightly and walked off the circular stage.

The previous fierce fight made his black and slightly curly hair loose, hanging loosely on the sides of his cheeks.

He showed a small half of his face. At this time, his complexion was exceptionally pale, and his long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing. The whole person looked like a beautiful and weak butterfly.

But now, no one thinks Cyril is as pretty and soft as he looks.

The crowd took the initiative to make way for him.

The freshmen looked with reverence and longing at the warrior who blew the puppet they couldn't resist to pieces.

"You lose."

Brian looked at the picture displayed on the crystal ball in front of him, his eyes filled with a smile.

He sits lazily and looks very comfortable.

"I didn't expect it!"

Chris murmured.

He didn't expect this freshman to have such a genius!

Undoubted genius for being able to use magic with such ease without the help of a wand.

No, it's more than just a skin!

This freshman just blew up his elaborate puppet!

Fried! crack! open! !

Grass, good breath.

Chris stared at the crystal ball, and didn't take his eyes back until he watched Cyril walk out of the casino.

No, Mr. Dean doesn't look like it's the first time he has known this freshman!

Chris is looking back now, the two of them must have had an affair!

Otherwise, why did this kid ask for a ring match when he came to power, and bet with great certainty that he would win.

Even after he won a game, he asked his puppet to compete with the freshman, and offered him a free restaurant reward!

Brian ignored what Chris was muttering.

He caught sight of Cyril's pale and haggard appearance and the scraped blood on the back of his white hands, his eyes flashed slightly, and the smile on his face faded.

The peach blossom eyes of the handsome man hidden behind the monocle were dark, meaning unknown.

Brian suddenly stood up straight and left a sentence for Chris, who was thinking about it before leaving - "Remember to bring the gift you prepared on time."

The cold and light words of the Necromancer echoed in the room, but the others had disappeared.

When the dean left, he seemed to be in a bad mood again, obviously he was the one who lost the bet!

"Damn, both are so annoying!"

Chris scolded secretly, feeling sorry for Wu Jing, who he had to spend on preparing gifts.

He also saves money to buy a beautiful little dress! Is he easy?

Cyril walked out of the casino under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He is hungry and tired now.

Footsteps are vain, eyes are shining with gold stars, coupled with his pale face, it is very like a non-human creature trying to imitate the behavior of human beings walking upright.

When he finally reached the door of the room, he almost fell on the door.

When Cyril entered the door, he immediately threw himself into the bed, feeling like he fell into a ball of soft cotton.

He fell asleep quickly.

In his sleep, Cyril did not see the rose necklace around his neck emitting a soft white light, which instantly enveloped him.

This white light quietly and silently spread over all parts of his body, healing all the wounds.

Cyril only felt as if someone in the dream was giving him a massage.

The technique is mellow and gentle, not only the physical exhaustion, but also the exhausted mental and magic power seems to be returning.

The healed white light carefully checked Cyril's body from head to toe, making sure that there was nothing missing before slowly disappearing.

And Cyril, who was sleeping, walked out of the massage parlor with satisfaction and came to a seafood city.

He looked at the dazzling and fragrant seafood feast, his stomach growled, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, as soon as Cyril was about to reach for the dishes, the seafood in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he flinched.

Cyril woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes in a daze.

The first class room of the Black is still in front of you, and there are intricate patterns on the ceiling.

Looking at the time, he slept until midnight!

Cyril sat up, thinking of the dream that had just been interrupted, and felt his stomach growl in dissatisfaction.

Time for a big meal, hopefully the restaurant is still open!

I finally won the puppet man before, but it must be paid back!

Cyril got out of bed excitedly.

After standing on his feet, he was surprised to find that all his energy seemed to be restored.

Abundant spiritual power and magic power spread throughout his body.

Sleep is so good!

Cyril was amazed.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which was very polite.

The person tapped lightly, paused for a second, and then tapped twice with a little heavier force.

Cyril opened the door, and at the door stood Mr. Papeet, the Steward of the Black.

The puppet butler saluted him politely and handed a brass card to Cyril.

This brass card is very delicate, with a black rose in full bloom on the back, and a scale in the center of the rose.

On the other side of the brass card, you can see the number "1000" inlaid in small boxes.

Cyril understands that if he consumes Wu Jing, the number above will be rolled into the remaining amount.

This is the membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce that he saw Philip used in the Black Heart Restaurant before.

"Considering that Mr. Lawrence does not have a convenient storage tool for Wu Jing at present, I prepared this membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce for you on my own initiative, which contains 1000 Wu Jing. The reward for your victory in the competition. This membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce is used as usual in the Wizarding Continent. If you need to replace it with a real Wujing crystal, I will prepare it for you immediately."

The puppet butler pointed to the brass card in Cyril's hand and explained in detail.

"Thank you, Mr. Papeet! No need to change to Wu Jing, that's fine."

Cyril nodded and thanked the puppet housekeeper.

Then, he saw Mr. Butler pull out a thick leather book with a dark green cover.

Cyril took it in confusion.

He opened it and saw that the paper inside the book was smooth and high-grade incense parchment.

The ink on it is gorgeous and smooth, and there is a series of words that particularly affect Cyril's mind at this time: smooth sea bass balls, fried mullet rolls, blue cauliflower lobster, soft fried anchovies …

"This is the menu in the Black restaurant, which includes all the dishes and drinks provided in the restaurant. When you need to order, just press and hold the name of the dish on the menu with your finger, when the name of the dish is highlighted When the red light is on, it means that the order is successful. In a short time, the waiter will deliver the prepared dishes to you.”

Butler Papeet dutifully explained.

"If you have any dishes you want to eat, you can also give me feedback, and I will arrange for the chef to add it to the menu. And according to the agreement, you will be served on the Black and other activities. Free of charge.”

Added the puppet butler.

Cyril was overwhelmed by the thoughtful service.

Eating Bawang meal in the black heart restaurant is really a sense of accomplishment.

After thanking the housekeeper, he returned to the room with the menu.

Since there is a door-to-door service, Cyril doesn't have to go to the restaurant to eat.

After all, when other freshmen are still eating black bread, if he tastes delicious food, he will be jealous for no reason.

Cyril swept through the menu carefully and quickly, with an attitude no less serious than reading two magic books.

He made up his mind quickly and ordered, and then waited expectantly to be served.

After a while, there was a soft knock on the door.

The puppet waiter brought the freshly baked food and told Cyril to put it at the door after eating, and he would come to clean up in time.

The BBQ seafood hodgepodge is very rich: there is octopus octopus with firm meat and fragrant sauce; there is salt and pepper skin shrimp that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Juice, Q bombs are refreshing; there are also large blue crabs with tender and plump meat and golden color...

Smooth and tender macaroni wraps the thick sauce perfectly; savory onion bisque floats on top of a little cheese-covered toast; fluffy black forest cake It slowly melts on the tip of the tongue...

Oh, it was delicious!

Cyril slowly finished enjoying his wonderful dinner, hiccupping contentedly.

After a delicious meal, Cyril was not sleepy, and even wanted to go for a walk on the deck to digest.

So, he walked out the door lightly and came to the deck of the cruise ship.

At this time, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

Cyril opened his eyes wide and looked at the faint sea water, and suddenly heard a familiar voice beside him

"Can't sleep?"

The man's deep and elegant voice is full of magnetism.

Cyril was like a frightened deer, with a pair of black and white eyes, turning his head towards the source of the sound.

The profile of Mr. Wizard is still amazingly handsome under the clear moonlight.

"Mr. Scott... good evening?"

Cyril was surprised that Mr. Scott, who had not seen him for a long time, suddenly appeared.

He hesitated and politely greeted, the boy's voice was clear and soft.

Although it is a bit too coincidental for two people to meet on an empty deck in the middle of the night...

Cyril's heart was pounding.

No way...is Mr. Scott doing it on himself again? !

"I slept in the afternoon, and I'm not sleepy yet, so I just came out for a walk."

Cyril met the other party's scrutiny eyes, pretended to be nonchalant, and explained honestly and obediently, with a soft voice.

"So..."

Brian whispered, his voice soft as if he was talking to himself.

He glanced at Cyril sloppily, seeing that he did seem to have recovered his energy, so he said casually: "Would you like to go under the sea?"

Cyrillic: ? ? ?

What did you say? Under the sea?

Cyril blinked quickly when he heard the word.

Mr. Scott's voice was even more hoarse and hoarse in the night, with a hint of temptation.

Brian looked at the other side's beautiful almond eyes, big and round, and the long and curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes filled with interest, and the monocle quickly reflected a beam of moonlight.

The next moment, Cyril only felt Mr. Scott's warm body temperature approaching suddenly, and the extremely clear and unique breath of his body attacked him overwhelmingly.

The other's slender and powerful arms also wrapped tightly around his waist.

And then, Mr. Wizard hugged him, tapped the ground with his footsteps, and jumped into the air at once.

Cyril's pupils twitched suddenly, feeling them falling straight down from mid-air to the pitch-black sea.

The author has something to say: Jack: You dance, I dance too.

Brian: Let's dance together.

Cyrillic: ? ? ? No, I don't want to.

The dish "Smooth perch ball, fried mullet roll, lobster in blue cauliflower sauce, soft fried anchovies" from "Seafood Famous Recipe"