After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 16

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"Sir, can I switch places with you?"

The aristocratic youth asked without a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the wizard apprentice reservists in the room looked at the "warrior" in unison.

Good guy, dare to call a powerful wizard to make way for him...

Cyril's eyelids twitched, and he reached out and covered his face.

The aristocratic youth felt a little proud of the obscure gazes cast from all around.

Yes, he is the man who wants to be the center of attention.

"Can't."

Brian casually raised his eyelids and said coldly.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes were gloomy and cold.

The noble young man choked for a second when he heard the refusal, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, turned and walked to his companion.

Cyril felt that he would continue to be a demon.

Sure enough, after sitting down, the aristocratic young man began to exaggerate, the male duck chattering: "My father has always been emotional recently, more and more unruly country people came to the capital and polluted the air..."

"Noisy."

Brian said something softly, his tone unhurried.

Although his voice was fluttering, it really reached the ears of everyone in the carriage.

The aristocratic youth seemed to have been exposed, his expression changed, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Brian curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

His scrutinizing gaze was like an icy blade, looking at the aristocratic young man through his monocle.

"Be quiet in public, sir."

Brian said slowly, with a little aristocratic aria.

There was a hint of warning in the low and elegant male voice.

"damn it!"

The aristocratic youth looked annoyed, he raised his chin and said, "You must know that my father is a congressman, wait until I tell my father..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips that suddenly moved could not make any sound, and could only tremble strangely.

His face turned red, and then his cheeks gradually turned purple, as if the air around him had been swept away, and he couldn't breathe.

The younger brothers next to the noble youth were also shocked, looked at him in a panic, and then looked at the handsome man with an alienated smile on his face in horror.

"Good children need to know how to keep quiet."

Brian raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of bone-breaking indifference.

Paris Greer sat up straight for a split second, as if he was being taught etiquette by the toughest governess.

Thinking of his previous behavior on the carriage, he felt a chill down his spine and took a deep breath.

To be able to chirp under the eyes of Lord Wizard for so long, and still be safe and sound... It's really a commemoration.

This is killing chickens to warn monkeys, right? right

Paris Greer did not dare to look Mr. Wizard's eyes.

He lowered his head and stared at the newspaper spread on the table, as if he was caught all attention by the interesting content on the newspaper.

In the next instant, the noble young man knelt on the floor clutching his neck and let out an earth-shattering cough.

He wanted to curse, but he shivered a little when he remembered the painful experience just now.

He could only move his lips silently, presumably greeting the Brian family with a curse in his heart.

Cyril has been cautiously following the developments.

When he saw the noble young man turn back to his seat, a thin plume of black smoke got into his back and flashed past.

Cyril looked at Mr. Scott subconsciously, and happened to meet those beautiful cross-eyed eyes, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

He suddenly thought of the dream last night, and gave a stiff and innocent smile.

Cyril blinked, indicating that he didn't know anything.

As soon as the next station arrived, just as the train stopped and opened the door, the aristocratic youth hurriedly got off the train.

Everyone involuntarily looked at the back of the noble youth through the car window, and suddenly heard a low chuckle: "Don't you think it's over?"

"What do you say? Cyril."

Brian casually turned the ring on his finger.

Cyril was suddenly named, and he quickly pondered Mr. Scott's intentions and felt that it would be better to tell the truth.

He paused and said his guess: "I guess he will be unlucky for a while in the future."

Brian raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly in agreement.

Jenny whispered in her brother Loz's ear: "I just foresaw that man was accidentally kidnapped while riding in a carriage..."

She was silent for a second, then lowered her voice and continued: "After being rescued, he broke another leg. Because of this, he received his fiancee's divorce..."

Loz's body trembled and his mind froze.

Never offend Mr. Wizard in the future! !

***

The central station in the capital is very grand, with dozens of tracks laid out one after another, leading to different directions.

The tall dome is covered with pieces of spliced glass, and the gorgeous sunset glows through the glass to print a fiery red reflection on the clean and smooth ground.

As soon as they left the station, they saw a young man in a gray robe walking towards them.

The man looked as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, and was haggard.

The brown hair was piled up in a mess on the top of the head, the eyes were full of red blood, and the eyes were thick blue and black, and the lips were a little chapped.

Most notable is his left arm.

When he raised his hand to greet Cyril and his party, the entire exposed arm was replaced by a brass mechanical part.

He looked at Brian and said, "Are you the wizard Scott mentioned by Lord Abraham? I'm Johnson Hart, a B-level wizard apprentice working in the Tower of Truth."

There was a subtle respect in his voice.

Brian nodded lazily.

He has indeed heard that some wizard apprentices who feel that they have no hope of being promoted to wizards will choose to leave the wizarding continent and devote themselves to various researches under the door of the Tower of Truth.

Unexpectedly, they also need to do some reception work.

Look at Johnson Hart, as if he had just been called out of the laboratory.

Johnson Hart felt the gaze of the wizard on the opposite side, he scratched his head, and explained honestly: "You know, the admissions season."

He shrugged helplessly.

"There are too many wizards who have come to the capital recently. Ms. Lilith, who was in charge of reception, was called to deal with some situations urgently. I was also called temporarily."

In fact, Johnson couldn't understand why the envoys of the capital had to let the wizard apprentices in the Tower of Truth receive the wizards who came.

After all, in the eyes of real wizards, they are no different from the hopeless wizard apprentices and ordinary people whose mental strength has not reached the standard.

But of course he was not guilty of going against the wishes of the envoy.

After all, the huge experimental cost of the Tower of Truth is their pocket.

Johnson took the group to the waiting steam carriage and motioned them to get in.

He explained: "It's still the old rules, wizards and freshmen live in Rose Manor, and the cruise to Whalefall Island will depart five days later."

Cyril quietly looked at the wizard apprentice of the Tower of Truth.

He listened to the information revealed by these conversations, and was extremely curious.

Could it be that the Tower of Truth is also a destination for wizards' employment

In his impression, the Tower of Truth is similar to a specialized institution engaged in scientific research.

And what does that "B-class" wizard apprentice mean

Are wizard apprentices divided into different grades

What is the division based on

Spirituality or magic

Cyril thought that Mr. Scott said that he was a wizard apprentice himself, so which level of wizard apprentice did he belong to with such powerful magic

Cyril felt like he had a hundred thousand reasons why he was dancing passionately in his mind right now.

While thinking in his heart, he looked out the car window.