MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 49

When Cyril practiced magic spells before, he did not deliberately distinguish the magic elements around him.

He could only vaguely feel the difference between these magical elements.

Probably something that Professor Christina Black had set up in the classroom.

If the wizard apprentices focus on meditation, they can see the colors of the different magic elements that the short-haired witch demonstrated before.

Cyril closed his eyes and felt the magic elements around him with his mental power.

His slender lashes cast a small shadow under the lids.

Although his magic power was suppressed by eating the moonlight fruit in a hurry, Cyril's full "35" mental power played a good role at this time.

He first felt that many small red light spots were actively approaching him.

Thinking of the fireball technique he used many times, Cyril was not surprised.

Then, the dark elements of black also gathered quietly, followed by the light elements of white…

After Christina explained to the new apprentice wizards, she let them practice on their own.

She walked around in the classroom, correcting the wrong practices of some wizard apprentices, and by the way, observe how the affinity of the magic element of this session of wizard apprentices is.

"Use your mind, sir! I never told you to see with your eyes."

Christina walked over to a wizard apprentice, bent down slightly, looked him in the eyes and said.

Her sharp eyes made the wizard apprentice look ashamed, so she immediately lowered her head and closed her eyes.

Christina straightened up and continued walking.

Most apprentice wizards are surrounded by magical elements of at least one color.

She nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.

Christina walked to the back of the classroom, tapped the ground with her toes, turned around gracefully and continued to walk back.

Christina corrected a few students who had not succeeded in meditation, and every class had some guys who didn't listen to the class well!

Then, she walked to the first row of the classroom, her eyes could not help being attracted by Cyril, her eyes changed slightly.

Christina opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little unbelievable, then she thought of something, and she was relieved, and even had a hint of understanding.

Of course she remembered the wizard apprentice named Cyril Lawrence, who was the only S-level wizard apprentice of their Snowberg Wizarding Academy (removing the vest made by the dean's bad taste).

At this time, the child was surrounded by seven magic elements, which were neat and numerous.

These magical elements don't even conflict with each other.

This is a rarity for a new apprentice wizard - his magical affinity is amazing!

The magic elements were silently beside Cyril one by one, occasionally jumping up and trying to touch his fingertips.

Cristina's gaze fell on Cyril's well-behaved and calm face.

He lowered his eyelashes, looking a different kind of seriousness and immaturity.

This young S-class wizard apprentice doesn't seem to know what a terrifying talent he has, which is beyond his reach.

"Affinity of all elements, great."

Christina stood in front of Cyril and spoke admiringly.

As his professor, the short-haired witch sincerely admired.

Cyril opened his eyes when he heard the words, he didn't expect all the magic elements to gather later.

The beautiful and clear apricot eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but smiled at the professor.

Christina was stunned when she saw Cyril's smile.

The boy's eyes are clear and his smile is unbelievably innocent.

She suddenly and strangely understood Dean Brian's mind.

Such a cute and tender S-class wizard apprentice really makes people have a desire to explore and destroy.

However, Christina pursed her lips again in the next moment, her face stiffened.

Understand... shit!

What a seedling! It's not advisable for the dean to destroy flowers or something!

Addison Morgan, who was sitting beside Cyril, pushed his glasses and calmly wrote in his notebook what Cyril's information page quickly added.

And the light tawny-haired boy sitting diagonally to their right who had been watching Cyril's movements looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.

"This class ends here!"

Christina glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that two hours had passed.

The little paper man on the podium had already finished correcting the test paper, and was lying lazily on the top parchment, with one paper hand supporting the small paper head.

It clearly has no facial features and expressions, but abruptly made many apprentices in the audience read out the contempt from the paper people - IMHO, everyone here is a spicy chicken!

Christina waved her wand, and the marked parchment with bright red marks flew "swish, swish" towards the respondents.

Several wizard apprentices finally made it to the end of get out of class and were about to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing this scene, their hearts trembled again.

"Homework, write a paper on meditation theory, and hand it in next class."

Christina raised her eyebrows and said, "People who get a perfect score don't need to do it, one piece of parchment paper is over 90, two pieces are over 80, and three pieces are over 70. ."

She looked around at the few wizard apprentices in the classroom who bowed their heads, and said lightly: "People under 70, five parchment-length papers, plus a hand copy of "Introduction to Magic Theory" Guide again. I'll focus on you next time in class."

Then, Christina added calmly: "As for those who don't want to hand in homework, I don't care. The various labor activities in the college are looking forward to your participation."

Her tone could be called gentle at this time, but the wizard apprentices in the classroom could not help but hold their breath.

"Maybe someone is trying to do their homework with magic."

Christina smiled slightly, and then said: "Unless you can make me invisible, I don't mind you doing it. After I see it, the consequences are the same as above."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the wizard apprentices and walked straight out of the classroom.

Cyril sighed as he looked at the parchment that was marked with a bright red "98" in his hand.

It's just a little bit less and you can write one less paper!

However, when he caught a glimpse of the "99" test paper in the hands of his deskmate, Addison Morgan, he suddenly felt balanced.

Especially for the first time that Cyril saw such a dramatic change in expression on Addison's face (shocked and incredulous), he patted Addison's shoulder with schadenfreude, comfort.

Cyril packed his things and put them into the convenient stretch pocket of his robe.

Then he took a cheerful step and planned to go to the restaurant to cook.

However, he was stopped before he even walked out of the classroom.

The boy with light brown hair stood in front of him, and his two attendants, a man and a woman, also stood beside him, blocking the aisle firmly.

The boy was taller than Cyril, but thin, with a pale complexion that had never been exposed to sunlight, and a pointed chin.

In addition, the boy was full of low air pressure at this time, his eyes were dark, and he looked a bit like the vampire Cyril once saw in the movie.

Cyril blinked and asked, "What's the matter?"

The boy straightened up and replied coldly, "Nicholas Cavendish."

As he spoke, his eyes were a little complacent, and there was a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Brother, I care who you are! I'm asking why are you stopping me from eating? ?

Cyril raised his eyebrows, and his thoughts were placed on his fair little face.

Nicholas Cavendish saw his straight face choked, his lips pursed into a straight line: "I'm Nicholas Cavendish."

He paused, his face aggrieved, as if he was about to say something disgusting: "A-level wizard apprentice."

Afterwards, he raised his voice and said faster: "Dare you dare to go to the arena with me to compete?"

Cyril instantly realized that he was here to fight, and he spit out a word: "No."

Nicholas Cavendish refused to see Cyril even thinking about it, and his expression became even more angry and arrogant.

Damn! Does this wizard apprentice know who his parents are!

Nicholas Cavendish displayed extraordinary wizarding talents from an early age.

He was able to mobilize his magic very early and cast spells without a wand.

Under the strict requirements of my parents, I read a lot of magic books early.

He originally thought that he could get an S-level wizard apprentice who was on the line during the wizard apprentice grading trial, but he didn't expect to be unlucky during the trial and provoke a group of manic apprentices The one-eyed poisonous spider actually only got the grade of an A-level wizard apprentice.

If there are no S-level wizard apprentices among the freshmen, it would be fine. A-level is the highest level among wizard apprentice freshmen.

However, Nicholas Cavendish did not expect that there would be an S-class wizard apprentice among those foreign wizard apprentices!

It must be that those people's wizard apprentice grading trials are simpler than their wizard children!

That guy was accepted as a student by Dean Brian, and quickly hooked up with Chief Scott!

He is just a commoner who grew up on other continents and has never been exposed to magic before!

Recalling the last time this rude guy dared to ignore him in a restaurant, Nicholas Cavendish felt his self-esteem was challenged.

He blushed slightly with anger:

"Coward! Why don't you go, don't you dare?"

Cyril just thought this unkind classmate was a little strange.

He asked seriously: "Did you get a perfect score? I mean, the class test just now?"

Nicholas Cavendish almost choked at the thought of his only "95" score, thinking that the other party must have seen his score before and wanted to ridicule him.

He became more and more annoyed, and even said, "None of your business!"

Ah, it looks like I didn't do well in the test.

Cyril was a little sorry for poking his sore foot.

As for the arrogant attitude of the other party, it is more like a child rolling around trying to attract the attention of others.

Speaking of arrogance, the correct way to open it should be Mr. Scott's way, with a strong strength to make people speechless.

Cyril glanced at Nicholas Cavendish in front of him, thinking that this is also his classmate, he kindly said: "Let's focus on studying."

He exhorted seriously, the sincere concern raised between his eyebrows is not hypocritical.

Nicholas Cavendish choked for a few seconds, his forehead jumped.

Just as he was about to speak, Cyril spoke first: "First, time is precious. I will spend the rest of my time studying, and I don't have time to fight with you."

"Secondly, you may have heard that I mistakenly swallowed the Moonlight Fruit during the grading trial of the wizard apprentice, and the magic power has not recovered yet."

Nicholas Cavendish's eyes glued to Cyril's body.

He narrowed his eyes, as if judging whether Cyril was lying.

After a while, he slowed down, was silent for a few seconds, and continued: "Then compare with me after your magic power is restored!"

Cyril was a little helpless and didn't understand why the other party was so persistent.

But he still refused: "No, the first year is the best time to study for free. I can't waste time fighting with you unless you pay me Wu Jing."

“…”

Nicholas Cavendish was blocked by this candor, and he looked incredulous.

Why someone... He choked in his throat, and said angrily: "Compare me with one game, I'll pay you 500 Wu Jing!"

"Ok, no problem, deal!"

Cyril's eyes lit up and gave him an "OK" gesture.

Fight up to half an hour, half an hour 500 Wu Jing, cost-effective!

"Except for class time, I can do any other time. Otherwise, we can play a game now."

Cyril gave him a harmless smile, her beautiful almond eyes shining brightly.

"Fight now, wait for my mana to recover and then fight again, this can be a good comparison! If you have two games, I can give you a 10% discount! If you If you still need sparring in the future, I can also give you a discount. Do your companions still need it?"

Cyril suggested solemnly, the smile on his face was very bright, and the delicate eyebrows were eye-catching.

“…”

Nicholas Cavendish was in a trance.

I don't understand why my own style of blocking people and fighting has changed like this, and it has become a harmonious negotiation.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and suddenly felt like a fat sheep being targeted.

The author has something to say: Cyril: Good! Pick up the wool!