After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 35

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It's finally time for the grading test!

There was a hint of excitement on Cyril's face, but no one could see his expression because he was wearing a camouflage mask.

A magic wand appeared in the hands of a wizard in a dazzling wizard's robe, perhaps a wand was not an appropriate description.

To be precise, the wizard was holding a long scepter, which was as tall as a person.

The top of the scepter is adorned with a huge black gem, and the body of the scepter is also covered with fine and dense magic runes.

Cyril learned from the previous experience and just glanced at the very conspicuous scepter.

As the robed wizard chanted in a low voice, the black gem at the top of the scepter exuded a dazzling light.

A cloud of mist drifted away from it, and then seemed to be blown away by the wind, covering the entire Black.

The next moment, Cyril saw the scene in front of him distorted, and a sense of dizziness struck again, as if he had turned around in the same place for dozens of times and suddenly stopped, so top-heavy, staring at the stars.

When Cyril stood still again, the scene in front of him had changed.

Instead of staying on the deck of the Black cruise ship, they stood on the edge of a wide white cliff.

The white cliff is like a large triangle sloping towards the sky.

Cyril quickly realized that this was the tail of Whalefall Island, shaped like the raised tail fin of a giant whale.

At this time, new students from various continents on different cruise ships have stood here.

Everyone's faces showed a little dazed look, and they looked at each other vigilantly.

Cyril suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

He saw the robed wizard who led them approaching a woman in a white wizard's robe.

The woman had a serious expression, her long blond hair was neatly combed into a round bun at the back of her head, and there was not a trace of disobedient hair that could sneak out.

Looking very vigorous.

"Good morning, Natalia. We have all the freshmen on board. Atlantis, the Black, 150 freshmen."

The robe wizard nodded to the blond woman, and at the same time put away the large scepter in his hand.

As for where he received it, Cyril couldn't tell.

He only saw the scepter disappear into the wizard's hand out of thin air, just as it had suddenly appeared in the first place.

"Good morning, Hiedler. You are late."

The blond woman also greeted the robe wizard, and then said indifferently.

"It's not the last one anyway."

The robe wizard said indifferently.

He caught a glimpse of the other party's seemingly unhappy expression, naturally changed the subject, and sighed casually.

"Hopefully the Wizarding League is ready."

"Of course, we have worked together with the deans of various wizarding colleges to set up the secret realm of the new students' grading trial this time. The wizarding alliance never makes mistakes."

The blonde woman raised her chin with a proud expression.

The robe wizard stopped talking, noncommittal.

He nodded to the blonde woman again and left.

When the last batch of freshmen arrived, the blond woman took out her wand and chanted a spell silently, and then a white bracelet appeared on everyone's wrist.

The white bracelet looks very rough, like a long white strip of paper wrapped around the wrist, very fragile.

Cyril tried to take off the white bracelet, but he couldn't shake the white bracelet that looked light and fluffy.

"Attention to all new students, the white bracelets on your wrists are used to record the location and time after you entered the secret realm, and they will be recovered after the grading trial is over."

The voice of the blond woman was also amplified countless times, and her indifferent and indifferent voice sounded above this white cliff.

"The secret realm has been opened, just below the cliff. Remember, time is precious, and the core is the key. The secret realm is a circle structure. Except for the core of the secret realm, the rest of the circles will be closed as time goes by. Do not enter before the circle is closed. The next freshman in the inner circle will automatically exit the secret realm. Those who enter the core circle in the shortest time will have relatively high grades."

The blond woman finished the precautions dryly as if she was reciting a manual.

Then, she launched a golden flame towards the sky and disappeared.

The remaining freshmen looked at each other in dismay.

Cyril walked to the edge of the cliff and looked carefully towards the bottom of the cliff.

Under the high cliffs are rough waves.

The waves surged unstoppably layer by layer, roaring towards the white rocks on the cliffs, and the moment they touched the rocks, they made a roar like a thousand horses fighting, which was shocking.

Some looming dark reefs can be seen on the sea.

If he jumped off the cliff and landed on this reef, he would definitely fall horribly.

Cyril heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva in fear.

For a time, no one among the freshmen made the next move.

Cyril thought of the "time is precious" that the blonde woman said. He clenched his fists and was about to take a step forward when he heard exclamations from the other side.

He turned his head quickly, and saw a freshman in a black cloak jumped off the white cliff in a hurry.

Everyone was staring at his movements.

I saw that the figure of the man who was falling straight disappeared in the moment when he was about to touch the turbulent sea water under the cliff.

The sea was still rushing in, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With the bold and successful experience of the first person to eat crabs, the freshmen jumped off the white cliff one after another like dumplings.

Cyril stopped looking at it.

He also took a step forward and stepped into the air.

Cyril could feel his body falling quickly, the wind whistling in his ears, his heart beat faster, and he clenched the wand in his hand.

A gorgeous silver-green tulle drapery poured down from the top of the large bed.

The bright and warm sunlight shone into the room through the beautifully carved curtains, and lightly sprinkled on the faces of the people lying in the bed.

Cyril woke up from his sleep, his brain seemed to be smothered by sweet chocolate for a while, unable to think.

He slowly buried his head deep in the soft quilt, trying to block the sunlight that came in.

He even reached out and covered his eyes.

However, the next moment, Cyril suddenly bounced off the bed, and he looked around with wide eyes.

This is undoubtedly a spacious bedroom that is beautifully and lavishly decorated.

The large and soft bed was hung with silver-green tulle drapery, and the quilt on the bed was as silky and warm as velvet.

The walls are decorated with various light reliefs, and the floor is covered with a thick white woolen carpet.

The room was gorgeous and quiet, everything was neat and clean, but it was unreasonably weird.

Wasn't he going on a wizard's apprenticeship trial

Why is it here

Could it be that the trial is an escape room

[system? ]

Cyril asked in his mind, but he didn't get any response.

[system? Are you there? ]

He patiently called the system, but the system seemed to disappear, or it never existed.

"What is a system? Maybe there is no such thing as a system."

A thought subconsciously entered Cyril's mind, as if the chocolate sauce that had just been cleaned up was sticky and smeared into his mind.

This thought came up for no reason, and Cyril's fingertips trembled slightly.

He hurriedly shook his head, tossing this strange thought out of his mind, and at the same time there was a cold sweat on his back.

When the clear mind returned again, Cyril realized that there were many things that were not right.

His wand, night flint stone, medium healing potion and other magical objects were all gone.

Even his wrists were smooth, and the white bracelet that the blond woman had put on all the freshmen disappeared.

Wait, no, your hands seem to be getting bigger

Cyril stretched out two hands, spread out his palms and fingers.

His present hand has lost the immaturity of a teenager and has become more slender.

Cyril hurriedly got out of bed and stepped on the soft white carpet with bare feet.

However, he couldn't care less, and quickened his pace and rushed to the mirror in the room.

This is an oval mirror with many beautiful glazed jewels inlaid on the frame, and the mirror surface is also smooth and clear.

Cyril stared at the mirror in front of him in amazement.

The young man reflected in the clear mirror has short black hair, with a little playful natural curls, casually placed on his delicate eyebrows.

A pair of almond eyes were completely shocked and at a loss.

Under the corner of the left eye, there is a small, cute little mole like a red blood bead.

This is indeed Cyril, not the 15-year-old Cyril of the wizarding world, but what he looked like before he crossed over at the age of 21.

Looking down, he slid over his fair and slender neck. The creamy white nightgown was loosely draped over the young man's body. The neckline was a little low, revealing his straight and thin collarbone, which was beautiful and fragile.

A beautiful small rose pendant with broken silver hollow hangs from the center of the left and right clavicle, and in the middle is a scarlet gemstone with a slender silver-green "S" in the gemstone.

It was the only thing in Cyril that followed him to this new place.

"Oh, young man! Finally got up?! Let me see, oh, it's almost eleven o'clock in the morning! It's okay to get up late, at least get dressed, okay?"

Suddenly, something resembling a mouth appeared on the mirror.

The upper and lower lips on the mouth snapped together, and the mirror began to speak.

After Cyril heard the words, he obediently closed the nightgown.

Thinking that he suddenly returned from 15 to 21 years old, it seems that it is not uncommon for a mirror to speak, Cyril reassured in his heart.

"Well, I didn't mean you had to put on your nightgown, young man, there are so many beautiful clothes waiting for you in the dressing room closet!"

There was a hint of anticipation in the tone of the mirror.

"Let me see, you might be able to wear it today..."

While the mirror was talking, Cyril also walked to the wardrobe it said, reaching out and pulling away the handle of the brass wardrobe carved with roses.

Then, he blinked again in shock.

"... That beautiful white dress, the color is like the purest snow outside, it looks great! Although the design is simple, it is very elegant... "

The mirror is still beeping.

Cyril looked at the gorgeous dresses in the wardrobe with a cold face.

In all fairness, even a noble lady from a privileged background would only be amazed when she saw these beautiful and gorgeous dresses.

He silently closed the wardrobe door and chose to continue wearing his nightgown.

Cyril put on the cashmere slippers placed by the bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked straight out.

Outside the door is a long, quiet corridor.

There are countless beautiful "moving" oil paintings hanging on the corridor walls.

The creepy thing is that the protagonist of the oil painting of this event is Cyril himself.

There is an oil painting of him playing the piano attentively, in which the white fingers of the man flexibly fly over the keyboard.

There is an oil painting of him savoring the afternoon tea with satisfaction, and the exquisite little cakes jump up and down on the table.

And he seemed to be modeling for someone, lying on a long slum, blinking in a certain direction...

Cyril took a quick glance at the paintings, his breathing stopped for a moment, and a layer of goose bumps appeared uncontrollably on his skin.

He quickened his pace and walked forward.

After walking out of the corridor and down the stairs, Cyril found himself in a huge empty tower.

He came to the magnificent hall of the tower and pushed open the heavy door.

Outside the door, there is endless snow.

In the air, the heavy snow was still circling and falling, and the crystal snowflakes danced in various poses.

A vast expanse of white, clean, and nothing else can be seen.

The sky is also a gloomy, cool-toned white-gray, and there is no sun at all, and there is no sunlight at all.

But he had clearly felt the bright sunshine in his bedroom before...

Cyril tried to take a few steps forward, walked into the snow, and immediately felt the cold air from all directions.

The cold air licked Cyril's exposed cheeks and neck with joy, and unscrupulously burrowed into his thin silk nightgown, making him shiver from the cold, and the blood in his limbs seemed to freeze in the ice and snow.

He couldn't get far in the snow at such a low temperature.

The plan to escape from the tower was definitely not going to work.

Cyril hurriedly retreated to the gate of the tower, and the warm air immediately enveloped him, making it feel as if he was immersed in the warm water again.

One step away, entering is cold and freezing, and retreating is warm like spring.

Cyril stared out the door and took a deep breath.

He closed the door and explored the tower.

Hall, reception room, study, guest bedroom, wine cellar, bathroom, kitchen…

Cyril went through it carefully, and even searched behind the tapestries and oil paintings, but found no clues.

Cyril tried to use magic to attack the wall in the tower, trying to find some secret door.

However, it was useless. The bright and fiery fireball hit the wall and was instantly absorbed, leaving no trace on the wall.

The wall stood upright, as if mocking his overreach.

Really, damn it!

Although he was very angry, he still had to eat.

When meal time comes, hearty dishes automatically appear on the tables in the restaurant.

Balsamic vinegar-flavored roast chicken, rich seafood risotto, tangy macaroni and cheese, sweet pancakes with sugar sauce…

All Cyril likes to eat, and the temperature is just right.

When he put down his knife and fork after he finished eating, the table was automatically cleaned up like a sensor, and he was replaced with rich desserts and drinks.

There was no gain all day.

Cyril struggled until late at night and still had no clue. In the end, he couldn't resist the sleepiness. He returned to the bedroom where he woke up during the day, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

the next day.

Cyril woke up from the soft bed and immediately noticed something was wrong

There is someone by his side!

A warm body was pressed against his back.

The body temperature of the other party was continuously transmitted from the place where the two bodies fit together.

Cyril froze instantly.

He moved slightly, trying to slip out of bed.

However, his legs just moved slightly, and the slender and powerful arm resting on his waist slowly moved up along his waist until it moved to his chest, wrapping tightly around him.

At the same time, the man behind him whispered in a hoarse voice that was lazy in the morning and didn't seem to be fully awake: "Don't move."