MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 16

"Sir, may I change your position?"

The noble youth asked with a smile.

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

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

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

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

"No."

Brian raised his eyelids casually and said coldly.

His beautiful peach eyes were gloomy and cold.

The noble youth 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.

As expected, this aristocratic young man sat down and began to exaggerate, chattering in a drab voice: "My father has always been emotional recently, more and more unruly countrymen are coming to the capital, and the air It's all polluted..."

"Noisy."

Brian said something softly, in a slow tone.

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

The aristocratic young man turned his head to look at the source of the sound as if he had been exposed.

Brian curled his fingers and tapped on the table.

The scrutinizing gaze was like a cold blade, looking at the noble youth through the monocle.

"Be quiet in public, sir."

Brian said slowly, with an aristocratic aria.

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

"Damn!"

The young nobleman 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 finished speaking, his lips suddenly moved and he couldn't make any sound, he 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 beside the aristocratic youth were also shocked, looked at him in a panic, and then looked at the handsome man with an alienated smile on his face.

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

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

Paris Grauer sat upright for a moment, as if he was receiving an etiquette lesson from the strictest tutor.

He thought of his previous behavior on the carriage, his back froze, and he took a deep breath.

I have been screeching under the eyes of the wizard for so long, and I can still be safe... It's a commemoration.

Is this killing the chicken to warn the monkey? right?

Paris Grauer dared not look Mr. Wizard's eyes.

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

The next moment, the noble youth knelt on the floor clutching his neck, making an earth-shattering cough.

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

I had to move my lips silently, presumably greeting the Brian family with a curse in my heart.

Cyril has been cautiously following 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 subconsciously looked at Mr. Scott, 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 young nobleman got out of the car in a panic.

"What do you say? Cyril."

Brian casually turned the ring on his finger.

Cyril was suddenly named, he quickly thought about Mr. Scott's intentions, and felt that it was 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: "Then he broke a leg when he was rescued, and because of this, he received a divorce from his fiancee..."

Lords trembled and his heart froze.

You must not offend Mr. Wizard in the future!

***

The Central Station of the Royal 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 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.

The most striking feature 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 who works in the Tower of Truth. apprentice."

There was a veiled respect in her 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.

I didn't think they needed 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 have been too many wizards in the capital recently. Ms. Lilith, who was in charge of the reception, was called to deal with some emergency situations. I was also called temporarily."

In fact, Johnson didn'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, these wizard apprentices who have no hope of promotion are no different from ordinary people whose spiritual power 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 rule, wizards and freshmen live in Rose Manor, and the cruise to Whalefall Island departs five days later."

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

He was very curious as he listened to the information revealed by these conversations.

Is it possible that the Tower of Truth is also a destination for wizards to work?

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?

Wizard apprentices also divided into different grades?

What?

Spirit 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 100,000 reasons why he was dancing with passion.

He looked out the car window while thinking in his heart.