Aware of Cyril's gaze, Brian casually glanced at the undead in front of him, his grim expression slightly improved.
The undead at least politely stopped in front of the carriage.
Brian nodded to Cyril and explained the second key curse - "Undead Contract".
This spell can help the undead summoned by the wizard contract to be used by him in the future.
As for what the undead can do, there are many uses.
The undead are not only good at washing, cooking, and cleaning, but when the master drives them with higher magic power, they can also complete more difficult tasks.
For example, the skeletons in various positions at Snowberg Wizarding Academy, they can spontaneously obey the overall arrangement of the dean, stick to their duties, and dedicate themselves to their jobs.
To a powerful necromancer, a man is an army.
You never know what a huge army of thousands stands behind a certain Necromancer.
Although the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy is a well-known undead wizard on the wizarding continent, Snowberg Wizarding Academy is not famous for undead magic, but Black Swamp Wizarding Academy has promoted many necromancers every time.
Maybe it's because the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy doesn't teach undead magic himself.
Dean Brian, who never started classes, is now patiently telling the main points of the curse of the "Dead Contract".
His tone was low and gentle, his voice was magnetic and pleasant, and his demeanor was very at ease.
Cyril is also worthy of being an outstanding S-class wizard apprentice. He quickly understood the point and began to try the undead in front of the contract.
To his surprise, it was a success.
Cyril looked at Mr. Scott in surprise, and couldn't help but sighed in his heart: He is indeed an outstanding academy chief! The teaching is so in-depth and easy to understand!
Brian slightly raised his eyebrows and continued:
"The key to the undead contract is a deadly magic suppression, or a special fit in some way."
He looked at the skeleton chef and said lightly, "The reason for your successful contract this time seems more like the latter."
After the contract was successful, information about the contracted undead flooded into Cyril's mind like a tide.
This Mr. Dizete turned out to be a pastry chef who was keen to study new recipes!
Fate, wonderful.
Cyril then learned from Mr. Scott that the contracted undead usually stay in the undead world by themselves, and will only appear in front of the master when they are summoned by the wizard.
If the wizard's own magic power is not enough, I am afraid that it will not be able to maintain enough time for the undead to appear in the wizard continent.
Cyril sighed when he thought of his current magic power value of only "10".
It seems that if you want to eat the dessert made by Mr. Dizet, at least he will have to wait for his magic power to recover.
Just as Cyril was melancholy, the sky suddenly darkened.
Light and darkness were exchanged in an instant, the night was diffused, and the fog was vertical and horizontal.
A blood-colored full moon hangs high on the pitch-black night, and it makes one's hair stand up for no reason.
"Boom-thump-thump-".
The cold midnight clock struck one after another in the night, the sound was dull and treacherous.
The open and bright square in the white moon was now dark.
The shadows wriggled like ghosts, and the surroundings looked like some monster's lair.
Cyril felt an indescribable chill rise from the soles of his feet.
His heart jumped, he clenched the wand in his hand, and withdrew his gaze towards the surroundings, and turned to look at Mr. Scott beside him.
He wanted to release a "bright spell" for lighting, but he was afraid of disturbing the undead around him who didn't know where they were buried, so he pressed this idea.
Cyril looked at Mr. Scott silently, hoping that the other party would speak up.
Brian twitched his lips, with a pleasant and nasty smile on his face.
It was obviously a cruel bloody moonlight, but it gave Cyril an unusually beautiful aura, making him look like a little rose tainted by the blood of demons.
"Don't worry. The show is about to start."
There was a man's low voice that sounded close to Cyril's ear.
The voice was slightly hoarse, magnetic and seductive.
The warm airflow caressed his auricle, and the whole ear seemed to be licked gently by a slippery and dangerous snake letter.
It was as if sparks were burning in the crackle, and the tingling sensation spread from the tip of the red ear in an instant.
Cyril realized immediately that Mr. Scott was leaning over to speak in his ear.
The dark night blurred each other's faces, creating an ambiguous and sultry atmosphere.
This strange, sticky atmosphere is like a fine and dense net, gradually tightening quietly and silently.
Cyril even felt that the surrounding air was a little thin.
Fortunately, in the next instant, the colorful lights lit up one by one.
The night was suddenly illuminated, and the magnificent fire reflected the scene not far away.
The rapid and lively music was intertwined and scattered in the air.
Countless undead skeletons rushed out like a wave of heat.
They all took off the regular clothes that Cyril had seen in the white moon.
A skeleton skeleton is white, and the blood-colored moonlight sprinkles on it like a strange blood mist.
There are also countless skeleton creatures circling low in groups, and the huge skeleton reflects the dazzling light of neon lights.
Many undead climbed on the dazzling big float, and the densely packed skeletons hung on the float, like countless swaying bone strings.
The most surprising thing is that when the float slowly passed the street, the surrounding houses collapsed one after another, turning into seemingly irreparable broken bricks and tiles.
Destroy everything that can be destroyed!
A kind of illogical violence and excitement blows.
The reaction of the undead was even more excited.
They held their arms high and shook their heads, like the melon eaters jumping up and down with relish.
The collapse of the house gave them more excitement and joy, and there were people who rushed to dance on the remains of the broken house.
The whole town was immersed in such a "carnival" atmosphere.
Cyril opened his eyes wide to see the scene in front of him.
Really large group of demons dancing at the scene!
Because of the undead contract with that Mr. Dizet, Cyril was able to accurately identify each other in a large group of skeletons who looked extremely similar.
It was hopping happily on top of a large, colorful float with grotesque horns and tails.
Mr. Dietzette's neatly tidy chef's uniform was thrown somewhere.
If it wasn't for Cyril to link to its soul fire, I couldn't believe that the spirit boy who was singing and dancing happily was the calm and calm pastry chef!
This is probably the legendary "Men are teenagers until they die"...
Cyril showed a somewhat indescribable expression.
"Are you hungry?"
He suddenly heard Mr. Scott ask lazily.
Cyril was in a trance for a second, broke away from the lively atmosphere around him, and nodded hesitantly.
Brian snapped his fingers slowly and slightly.
A white and lightweight bone china tray appeared in front of Cyril, and he could see that the bone china was faintly shining brightly.
A delicate red velvet puff pastry and a glass of warm milk are on the tray.
The light cream-flavored cake is also decorated with a round and lovely little cherry.
So, Cyril ate the soft cake and watched the carnival of the undead in a very close-up seat comparable to a VIP seat.
The carriage they were sitting in seemed to automatically separate a peaceful world from the surrounding carnival.
After an unknown time, the dull midnight bell rang again.
The bell of "dong-dong-dong-" sounded like a grim command to announce the end.
The blood moon disappeared silently, and Bai Yue hung up on the sky again.
The surrounding light suddenly brightened.
And the undead disappeared in that instant.
Even the lights of those lively and colorful floats seem to have been erased.
The surrounding collapsed houses were quickly restored by something invisible.
In an instant, everything returned to the town that Cyril had seen at first.
That brief revelry was like a blurred dream.
The bone dragon Zok, who had joined the carnival before, was still hovering alone in the sky at this time.
"It's getting late, we should go back."
Brian said lightly.
He took Cyril to the Zoke shuttle again and returned to the cemetery.
Cyril watched as Mr. Scott activated another scroll of magic and returned to Snowberg Wizarding Academy.
However, the landing place was no longer Dean Brian's office, and they went directly back to the dormitory Rose Cabin.
"Thank you for tonight! Good night!"
Before entering the door, Cyril paused, and he bid farewell to Mr. Scott obediently.
Brian nodded slightly, and the moonlight outside the window shone on his handsome face, casting shadows and shadows.
Afterwards, the man lowered his head and reached out his hand to lightly fiddle with the soft strands of Cyril's hair hanging on his forehead.
"I'll let you know before the next class. Good night."
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, another month passed in a hurry.
Although new wizarding apprentices can only learn some of the most basic magic courses for free in their first year, the education is not easy.
A course that shows the magic of the wizarding world at the same time fully demonstrates the difficulty of the wizard's path.
The vast and complex knowledge is like the boundless sea water, which can drown people at any time.
Cyril didn't even know how many pieces of parchment he used to write his after-school paper.
Mr. Scott still took Cyril to the world of the dead in his second class.
This time, Cyril saw the mighty army of the undead.
These tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers obeyed the orders of the big and small generals, and these big and small generals were gods to Mr. Scott.
In the second class, Cyril successfully contracted several skeleton soldiers and learned to manipulate them into battle.
After returning from class, Cyril also went to the second floor of the library to borrow books about undead magic, and found some necromancer's manuscripts and notes.
He was a little dazed when he looked at these notes, which contained a lot of blood and tears.
How do you feel that you are not going to the same undead world described by these senior wizards!
The undead seem to be friendly and polite...
Why did a senior still tearfully write in the handbook that he was chased by a vicious skeleton dog and ran for more than 2,000 meters? !