MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 14

The memory of more than a month ago resurfaced in Cyril's mind.

This girl is the girl Cyril saw in advance when he accidentally entered the slum last time.

"Thank you for last time!"

Cyril walked up to the girl and thanked her.

If he faces that situation again, he will not be helpless.

"Hey! It's you!"

Jenny also recognized the boy in front of her, a little surprised.

I just talked about him.

In addition, the boy's current dress is obviously much better than when he met him in the slum before, it can be seen that he is living well now.

Jenny also raised a smile.

Paris Geller looked a little weird when he saw this scene in front of him.

Lawrence is not a wizard apprentice with a background!

Otherwise, you won't know these guys who look like poor people.

Paris' expression became even more contemptuous.

Brian looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

He glanced casually at the girl standing opposite Cyril.

This girl also seems to have a little talent for a prophet.

Brian accidentally caught a glimpse of Paris Geller from the corner of his eye, and suddenly gave a low laugh.

He didn't forget that he was in the carriage just now, and this nasty boy kept chattering to himself.

He has always been a man who will be punished.

"Perhaps, you are willing to be tested by a wizard apprentice to see if you have a chance to become a wizard."

Brian raised his eyebrows and said lazily.

Then he was satisfied to see the expression on Paris Geller's face as if he had swallowed poop.

When Jenny and Loz heard this, they looked at each other in shock, and looked at this handsome man with a powerful temperament.

This extraordinary gentleman is definitely standing out in the crowd, but they didn't notice him just now.

Jenny thought quickly in her heart, it must be the man who deliberately hid in the crowd, plus what he just said...

"Sir! Are you a master wizard?"

Jenny asked in disbelief.

"Sorry! I, I'm a little too excited, please forgive my rudeness!"

She bowed quickly and replied, "I mean, I would! We would! Praise your generosity!"

"My name is Jenny Weber, and this is my brother Loz Weber."

Although Jenny told herself to calm down in her heart and tried her best to suppress her excitement, her voice was still a little trembling.

Brian nodded slightly.

He then summoned the parchment and quill that had only appeared in the drawing room of the Earl of Abraham in the morning.

Cyril was keenly aware that the surrounding space seemed to vibrate slightly for a moment.

The parchment and the quill were floating in the air so carelessly, while the crowds passing by turned a deaf ear to the strange sight here.

Cyril's beautiful almond eyes rolled around, thoughtfully.

[This is a space magic, what other ordinary people in the square see now is just the way you are looking at the scenery! 】

The system explained.

[A deep and wonderful space magic! 】

Cyril recalled the momentary magic fluctuations that he vaguely felt before, trying to distinguish the boundary of this space magic.

Of course he failed. At this time, the two spaces are so fit and integrated.

Cyril calmly glanced at Paris Grad, seeing that he looked around a little warily, and knew that he had no sense of the space magic just now.

He looked back at Jenny and Lodz who were testing. The two brothers and sisters were very nervous, and their faces were full of anticipation.

The result came out quickly, Jenny and Loz's mental strength were 14 and 13 respectively, and they both successfully became a member of the wizard apprentice reserve.

As they followed into the carriage, Cyril saw that the expression on Paris Greer's face became even more foul.

He lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Cyril quietly glanced at Mr. Scott, who was sitting opposite, and found that he seemed to be in a good mood at this time.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Isn't Mr. Scott taking revenge on Paris Graham for making his ears dirty?

Cyril blinked.

No, Mr. Scott should also see the special thing about Jenny.

Cyril thought of Jenny's achievement that was just detected by the system - "The Gift of the Prophet", and drove the previous unfounded guesses out of his mind.

***

The Earl of Abraham had a bit of a toothache when he saw the two poor people who had reached the spiritual level brought back by the wizard.

It would be great if this was the descendant of my own family.

He wondered whether he should choose some slum children to adopt...

However, the arrival of the old butler soon interrupted Earl Abraham's thoughts. He handed over the ticket for the first class carriage of tomorrow morning to Earl Abraham.

The earl originally thought that the wizard would use some more special methods that fit the image of wizards in people's minds to go to the capital, but he didn't expect that the wizard just told him to take a steam train to the capital.

He muttered a few words and shook his head.

The Earl of Abraham forgot that the steam train was originally the product of the Tower of Truth.

***

The next day they arrived at the train station in Philadelphia.

To Cyril's surprise, the train station was still crowded.

Crowds rushed towards the steam train lying quietly on the track.

Cyril looked at the huge brass steam train in front of him slightly dazed.

This is the first time he has seen a large mechanical device up close other than the huge clock tower he saw on the Great Square in Philadelphia.

This is completely different from the pursuit of simple integration and precise and tiny craftsmanship in the interstellar era.

The machines of this era disdain for the mottled muscles and bones inside to be concealed by the smooth exterior.

The combination of rivets, pipes, gears, etc. is complex and huge, and it is exposed to people's sight in a primitive and intuitive way, and it is proud to accept the scrutiny.

Rough brass metal silently displays the rhythm and power of the gears.

Cyril seemed to be able to see the complicated process of the whole steam train running under the impetus of steam.

Brass refracts an inhuman cool tone in the sunlight.

An indescribable romance and a violent beauty that strikes the heart.

Unique and captivating.

Cyril let out a small sigh.

The system thought that he was still entangled that this was not the wizarding world that was originally promised, and said with a guilty conscience: "It's all steam trains, no difference, no difference! You can sit!"

Jenny and Loz on the side also saw the steam train for the first time, and their eyes showed a little novelty.

Paris Greer pouted.

Hmph, a commoner who has never seen the world.

They entered the first class compartment.

The uniformed guard at the door smiled friendly at them.

The floor of the first class carriage was covered with a layer of dark red velvet.

The leather seats are very soft, and the long table in front of the seats is covered with lace hand-embroidered white tablecloths.

A silver rack with three layers of trays has been placed on the long table, which holds various delicate pastries and desserts from top to bottom.

The dishes and tableware with gold rims are also placed in the corresponding positions, and the bone china teacups and teapots of the same color stand aside.

There is also a bottle of dark red wine with "1663" reflected on the wine rack.

Beside the wine rack, a color-printed menu is placed on a wooden newspaper rack next to the vase.

Brian sat casually at one side of one of the long tables, in a languid manner.

Warren Abraham hesitated.

Just as he was about to start walking, he saw that Paris Greer had walked quickly to the seat opposite the wizard, ready to sit down.

A trace of annoyance flashed in his heart, if he hadn't hesitated just now, he should seize the opportunity.

Warren Abraham glanced at the others.

His titular cousin Grace doesn't seem to be in the mood to please the wizard.

The two commoner siblings were even more attracted by the luxurious furnishings in the carriage and did not react.

Cyril Lawrence even took a step back, looking ready to sit on the opposite seat.

However, before Paris Geller's **** sat down, he heard the wizard speak quietly: "Little...Cyril, come here."

The tone was as light as a murmur.

Brian leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the white tablecloth.

His slender fingers were crossed to his chin, and he looked at Cyril with a smile.

Paris Geller's body froze in mid-air.

For a while, the carriage was very quiet.

The embarrassment is spreading.

However, Brian didn't care, just glanced at Paris Greer lightly.

Parris felt that the look of the wizard swept over him was no different from the look he had when he saw the tableware on the long table.

No temperature at all.

He felt cold and gave up his seat very wisely.

Cyril was also sluggish for a moment.

After he reflected, his forehead jumped.

Good guy, Mr. Scott has brought him another wave of hatred.

Cyril felt that Paris was looking at him with anger and sorrow now, as if he saw a mistress who was unscrupulous.

This weird thought made him shiver.

Cyril subconsciously did not see Mr. Scott's expression.

A pair of beautiful almond eyes stared straight at the lace embroidered tablecloth, as if to stare out the flowers.

After this little episode, everyone consciously assigned seats.

Two Abrahams sat at a table, and the Webbs sat at a table.

Paris Grauer tangled at the two of them and decided to sit at another table by himself.

Brian didn't care about their seating arrangement, he stretched out his hand and took out the newspapers on the wooden shelf to read at random.

Seeing the huge newspaper spread out covering Mr. Scott's face, Cyril quietly glanced over there.

Then his eyes were drawn to the black ink writing on the newspaper.

The enlarged bold font reads "Bombing in the suburbs of Helenton! 13 killed! Is it a moral failure or a distortion of human nature..."

Just as he was about to read on, the steam train let out a loud whistle.

"Woooo-"

The train has left.