So, in the next "intense" competition, this Schrödinger's wand became the most conspicuous protagonist, without the limelight.
Some of the cool things to do include, but are not limited to:
The head-sized fireball launched by Cyril was so large that it nearly burned the clothes of Philip who was close at hand; Philip was supposed to use a cool freezing technique into a scene on and off the stage. About 10 seconds of goose feather snow...
The freshmen watching off the stage unexpectedly watched a good magic show.
Except for the occasional feeling of grief at the thought of the wrong chips, the rest of the time was very pleasant.
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, reaching a situation where the opponent could not continue to attack at the end of the game time. claim and win the game.
It is worth noting that when Philip stepped down with his wand, there was even a hint of relief that contained a variety of complex emotions.
"Does anyone want to continue the challenge?"
The puppet referee's head turned 180 degrees left and right, and he looked around at the new students around him.
Everyone was hesitant.
After all, the strength Cyril showed just now should not be underestimated - he can cast a powerful spell without a wand, who knows if he has any other tricks.
Although there are indeed some magic 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 hole cards now, it will be bad for you to encounter more troublesome or more profitable scenes later.
The crowd thought silently.
The scene was silent for a moment, and no one responded.
Seeing that no one continued to challenge, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, almond-shaped eyes.
1000 Wu Jing is in hand!
The feeling of being rich increases!
Seeing that no one answered the challenge, the puppet man paused for a moment, and then said: "Cyril Lawrence..."
It's sound is smooth, without hesitation.
Cyril raised his head to look at the puppet referee, intending to wait for it to finish speaking before asking it where to get his Wujing reward.
"If you are willing to play another game with me, 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 referee's machine was clearly heard in everyone's ears.
Cyril was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.
Black Heart Restaurant is free!
The reward is indeed rich, but the strength of this puppet...
Seemingly seeing 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 match will remain the same, but it's just that you won't be able to get the reward for this match again."
The puppet judge replied.
And such a good thing
Cyril raised his eyes and looked at the puppet, as if he wanted to find the puppet silk on it, but found nothing.
Then, the boy's crisp voice sounded.
"I accept the challenge."
This time, Paris, who had won five times the stack in the previous round, was still firmly betting on Cyril.
There are still many freshmen's eyes swirling between Cyril and the puppet, hesitating whether to support Cyril.
Cyril didn't notice this, he lowered his eyes and thought about why the puppet referee asked to continue the game with him.
What do you mean by strength like yourself
Mental strength? magic? physical fitness
Not long after, Cyril and the puppet referee stood at opposite ends of the circular stage.
Another puppet dealer took over as the referee for the game.
"Prepare!"
It raised the voice.
Cyril clenched his fists and released them suddenly, taking a deep breath.
The freshmen watching from the audience also quieted down, watching the game nervously.
"3!—2!—1! The game begins!"
As soon as the words fell, the puppet man opposite Cyril took the lead in launching an attack.
It's a fireball technique that is straight to Cyril's little head.
The size of the fireball and the speed at which it spins are exactly the same as Cyril's unleashed in previous games.
Cyril nimbly sideways dodged, and at the same time raised his eyebrows slightly, thoughtfully.
"Raging fire!"
He uttered the spell quickly.
After thousands of times of practice, Cyril has been able to draw magic runes almost instantly.
A fireball that was twice as large as the one just released by the puppet flew towards its neck.
The other party dodged sideways in the same way, this posture is exactly the same as Cyril just now.
In the next instant, the puppet man released a fireball with exactly the same speed and size as Cyril.
It was like a copier, doing exactly what Cyril did, precisely and exactly.
Those in the audience looked as if there were two Cyril Lawrence fighting on the stage.
The posture of the move, the size of the magic power, and even the left and right feet that habitually step 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 it wouldn't work like this.
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 man is imitating himself, there must be rules to follow, and he has to find a way to crack it quickly.
[System, call up a brand new attack plan! ]
【Good! Great! 】
Cyril gave up the magic attack and turned to close combat.
With the help and pre-judgment of the system, he could only barely tie with the puppet man.
Fortunately, Cyril discovered that the puppet was not born to imitate him, but had an extremely short learning period.
When he asked the system to switch to another attack plan, the puppet still needed a certain amount of reaction time.
This shows that the puppet can only use what it has seen so far.
It cannot imitate what Cyril himself has mastered and has not yet shown.
Although the reaction time of the other party may be less than 15 seconds, it is enough!
So, Cyril began to use all his strength to attack 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 puppeteer 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 "corrosion 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 spell is still asking for something from him, trying to get into his brain and take away the remaining mental 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 man froze, as if it was bound by something invisible and could not move.
Immediately afterwards, only a loud "crack!" sound was heard, and the puppet's whole body burst open.
It's a much more spectacular explosion than the popping effect that Schrödinger's wand originally displayed, and it's heart-wrenching.
Cyril struggled to support his body with his arms, raised his head, and looked at the scene of the puppet man being torn apart 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 puppets scattered all over the place, and blinked.
He expected that this little spell would be harmful to a certain extent (after all, it was used to fry fish), so he thought of using it against the puppets unexpectedly, and then added other spells to deepen the attack.
But I didn't expect this damage to be so strong!
The book also clearly wrote: "Considering the universality of this spell, we specially used a long period of singing to accumulate magic power, making it a simple 'mentally retarded' little spell that even a little wizard apprentice can successfully use. ".
Guys, did the author of this "Strange Creatures Cookbook" misunderstand "mentally retarded"
Cyril's thoughts drifted, and he couldn't help but wonder.
Even the hard puppets were blown to pieces. Could the fat-headed fish in the small pool be an iron turtle
Or was he missing something important, and when he went back, he had to take a closer look at the biological description of the fat-headed fish.
However, Cyril was finally relieved now.
Although 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.
With a calm attitude, he forced his way to the puppet dealer who was in charge of refereeing this game, and said in a positive tone.
"Praise your strength, Mr. Lawrence."
The puppet dealer nodded, his right hand with white gloves was placed on his left chest, and he bowed slightly to show his respect.
"Your reward, Mr. Butler Papeet, will be presented to you shortly."
it continued.
Cyril responded lightly and walked off the circular stage.
The fierce fight before made his black and slightly curly hair scattered, hanging loosely on the sides of his cheeks.
He showed a small half of his face. At this time, his complexion was extremely pale, and his long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing. The whole person looked like a beautiful and weak butterfly.
Now, however, no one would think that Cyril was as pretty and soft as he looked.
The crowd took the initiative to make way for him.
The freshmen watched with reverence and longing at the warrior who blew up a puppet they couldn't resist.
"you lose."
Brian looked at the picture displayed on the crystal ball in front of him, and a smile filled his eyes.
He sat languidly and looked very at ease.
"It surprised me that!"
Chris murmured softly.
He never imagined that there would be such a genius in this class of freshmen!
Undoubted genius who could use magic so freely without the help of a wand.
Seeing that there is no mountain or dew, in a fight, it can tear off a layer of skin on the opponent.
No, more than just peeling off a skin!
This freshman directly blew up his elaborate puppet!
fry! crack! open! !
Grass, good gas.
Chris stared at the crystal ball, and didn't look back until he watched Cyril walk out of the casino.
No, Lord Dean doesn't look like it's the first time he's met this new student!
Chris looks back now, the two of them must have had a leg already!
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 as a reward!
Brian ignored what Chris was muttering on the side.
He caught a glimpse of Cyril's pale and haggard appearance and the scraped blood on the back of his white hand, 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 before leaving, he left a message for Chris, who was thinking about it - "Remember to bring the gift you prepared on time."
The cold and fluttering words of the Necromancer echoed in the room, but the others had disappeared.
When the dean left just now, his mood seemed to be getting worse again. He was obviously the one who lost the bet!
"Damn, one or two are so irritating!"
Chris scolded secretly, feeling sorry for Wu Jing, who he had to spend on preparing gifts.
He has to save money to buy a pretty little dress! Is he easy
Cyril walked out of the casino under everyone's attention.
He was just hungry and tired now.
His footsteps are vain, his eyes are shining with stars, and with his pale face, it is very much like a non-human being 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 onto the bed, feeling like he had fallen into a ball of soft cotton.
He quickly fell asleep.
Cyril, who was sleeping, did not see a soft white light from the rose necklace around his neck, which instantly enveloped him.
This white light quietly and silently spread over all parts of his body, healing all the wounds carefully.
Cyril only felt that 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 power and magic power seem to be returning.
The cured white light carefully inspected Cyril's body from head to toe, making sure that nothing was missed, before slowly disappearing.
And Cyril, who was sleeping, walked out of the massage parlor with satisfaction and came to a seafood town.
He looked at the dazzling and fragrant seafood feast, his stomach growled, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.
However, just as Cyril was about to reach for the dishes, the seafood in front of him disappeared, and he fluttered.
Cyril woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes in a daze.
In front of me is still the first-class cabin of the Black, with intricate patterns on the ceiling.
Looking at the time, he actually slept until midnight!
Cyril sat up, thinking of the dream that had just been interrupted, and felt a dissatisfied growl from his stomach.
Time for a big meal, hopefully the restaurant is still open now!
I finally won the puppet man before, but I have to pay 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 in his body.
The effect of sleeping is so wonderful!
Cyril was amazed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, which was very polite and polite.
The person who came first 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 gave him a polite salute 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 understood that if Wu Jing was consumed, the number above would be rolled into the remaining amount.
This was the membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce that he had seen Philip used in the Black Heart Restaurant before.
"Considering that Mr. Lawrence does not have a convenient tool for storing Wu Jing at present, I prepared this membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce for you on my own initiative, which contains 1,000 Wu Jing, which is your reward for winning the competition. This membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce is still valid 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.
Later, he saw Mr. Butler pull out a thick leather book with a dark green cover.
Cyril took it over in confusion.
He opened it and saw that the paper inside the book was smooth, high-grade incense parchment.
The ink on it is gorgeous and smooth, and there is a series of words that particularly affect Cyril's mood at this time: fragrant sea bass balls, fried mullet rolls, lobster in blue cauliflower coconut juice, soft fried anchovies...
"This is the menu in the Black's 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, and when the name of the dish lights up red, it will explain the order. Success. In a short while, the waiter will deliver the finished dish to you."
Butler Papeet explained dutifully.
"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, your meals and other activities on the Black are free of charge."
The puppet butler added.
Cyril was overwhelmed by the thoughtful service.
It's really a sense of accomplishment to eat Bawang meal in the black heart restaurant.
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 brown bread, if he savours the delicious food, he will be jealous for no reason.
Cyril swept the menu carefully and quickly, with a serious attitude no less serious than reading two magic books.
He quickly made up his mind to order, 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 over, 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 are octopus octopus with firm meat and fragrant sauce; there are salt-and-pepper prawns that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the shrimp shells are charred and crispy, the shrimp meat is tender and juicy, and the Q bomb is refreshing; The meat is tender and full, the color of the big blue crab is golden...
The smooth and tender macaroni wraps the thick sauce perfectly; the fragrant onion bisque floats on the surface of a small slice of toast covered with cheese; the fluffy black forest cake slowly melts on the tip of the tongue...
Huh, it's so delicious! !
Cyril slowly finished enjoying his wonderful dinner, hiccupping contentedly.
After a satisfying meal, Cyril was not sleepy, and even wanted to go for a walk on the deck to refresh himself.
So, he walked out of the door lightly and came to the deck of the cruise ship.
At this time, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight is as cool as water, quietly pouring on the boundless sea, with sparkling waves.
The night is deep and mysterious, the sea is calm and the waves are calm, and everything around it seems to have fallen into a sound sleep, and there is a quietness from the depths of the sea.
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 low and elegant voice is full of magnetism.
Cyril was like a frightened deer, turning his head towards the source of the sound with his black and white eyes open.
Mr. Wizard's profile was still amazingly handsome under the clear moonlight.
His long, low eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and the color of his eyes was so intense that it looked like a dark night, and the color was so dark that it was impossible to see the bottom.
"Mr. Scott... good evening?"
Cyril was a little surprised that Mr. Scott, who had not seen him for a long time, suddenly appeared.
He hesitated and politely greeted him, and the boy's voice was clear and soft.
Although it is a bit too coincidental for the two to meet on an empty deck in the middle of the night...
Cyril's heart was beating wildly.
No way... Is Mr. Scott going to do it on himself again? !
"I slept in the afternoon, and I haven't felt sleepy yet, so I just came out for a walk."
Cyril met the scrutinizing gaze of the other party, pretending to be nonchalant, and explained obediently and honestly, with a soft voice.
"Is that so..."
Brian whispered, his voice soft as if he was talking to himself.
He glanced at Cyril sloppily, and seeing that he did seem to have recovered his energy, he said casually, "Would you like to go under the sea to see?"
Cyrillic:? ?
what did you say? Under the sea
When Cyril heard the word, he blinked quickly.
Mr. Scott's voice became more hoarse and hoarse in the night, with a hint of undetectable temptation.
Brian watched the other party suddenly widen those beautiful almond eyes, big and round, with long and curled eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
It looks very cute, but when it is ruthless, it can exhaust its magic power and blow up the wizard's puppets.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes filled with interest, and the monocle quickly reflected a beam of moonlight.
In the next moment, Cyril only felt Mr. Scott's warm body temperature approaching suddenly, and the extremely light and unique breath on his body was overwhelmingly hitting him.
The other's slender and powerful arms also wrapped tightly around his waist.
Then, Mr. Wizard hugged him, tapped the ground with his footsteps, and jumped into the air at once.
Cyril's pupils shrunk suddenly, and he felt 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: Why don't we dance together.
Cyrillic:? ? ? No, I don't want to.
Dishes "Smooth Sea Bass Balls, Fried Mullet Rolls, Lobster in Blue Cauliflower Sauce, Soft Fried Anchovy Shrimp" from "Seafood Famous Cookbook"