MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 18

"New?"

The leading boy stared at Cyril and asked.

This young man has striking blonde hair, not the low-key and elegant white gold of Mr. Scott, but a very dazzling and highly saturated golden yellow.

Cyril felt the boy's scrutiny, and he cautiously did not speak.

He found that the boy gently rubbed the pocket watch in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Paris Greer asked loudly.

"We are the new students brought by Master Obilai, three days before you."

The blond boy gave a friendly smile.

He raised the map in his hand and said, "In five days, we will all go to Whalefall Island by boat."

good stuff."

Paris Grauer was a little confused when he heard the words, he wanted to ask what else, the blond boy had already waved to them and went downstairs to leave.

When the background of the boy disappeared from sight, Cyril withdrew his gaze.

He had an intuition, the words just now were revealed to him on purpose by the blond boy.

The moment Cyril noticed the blond boy's gaze, he let the system detect the other's physical fitness.

When he saw the other party's "Mental Power: 16; Magic Power: 4", he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if the comer is not good, at least they can play.

***

The blond boy and his three companions had already walked to the lobby on the first floor.

"James, why did you tell those people?"

One of his mates asked in confusion.

"The black-haired boy has some powerful magic equipment on him."

James shrugged and waved the brass pocket watch in his hand.

This is a good thing he found when he was exploring the Rose Manor the next day. It could detect whether the other party had magic equipment.

It took him a long time to guess the usage of this thing.

According to the direction of the hour hand on the dial to determine the range of the person, and the size of the number pointed to by the minute hand to determine the power of the magic equipment he is carrying.

The reason why I can get such an accurate usage is also thanks to the large and small disputes that broke out in the Rose Manor these days.

James thought of this and sighed: Sure enough, there are people outside, this year's wizard apprentice reserve is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Just treat it as a good deal for that black-haired boy, and be merciful in the subsequent grading trials."

James continued to explain: "We were the first to reveal information to him, and if he finds anything in the next few days, he can also communicate with us during meal time."

"Same."

His companion nodded with emotion.

"We have to hurry up and find some good things before the grading trial."

Several people quickened their pace, passed through the luxurious arch of the hall on the first floor, and walked outside.

***

Cyril found his room with a bronze plaque of "601" on the white wooden door.

He turned the round brass lock on the door clockwise, and the door opened with a "slap--".

The porch light switch in the room is at the entrance, Cyril gently presses the pick, and a warm yellow light rises from the porch light.

The furnishings in the room are simple and generous.

There is a small living room, and the door on the right is opened to the bedroom.

One side of the bedroom is also equipped with a desk for reading and writing, and a small and delicate brass kerosene lamp is placed on the table.

Cyril pushed open the bedroom window.

The windowsills are planted with large blooming pale pink roses.

The night has come completely.

There is a crescent moon and a few scattered stars in the silent night sky.

In the distance, you can see the lake under the night and the high and low shrubs, and you can vaguely see three or two black figures.

The sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard in the distant woods.

Cyril looked at the scenery outside, he was just about to close the window, a chubby snowy owl held an envelope larger than its entire body in its mouth and went straight to Ciri Er fly.

Then "Hey-" slammed into Cyril's chest.

? ? ?

This snowy owl doesn't look very smart...

Seeing that the dizzy snowy owl was about to fall to the floor, Cyril hurriedly stretched out one hand to catch the little fat chirp, and the other hand nimbly grabbed the falling letters.

The snowy owl with a slap in the palm of Cyril's palm tilted his head and looked at him, as if he was silently urging him to open the letter quickly.

Alright, although not very clever, but at least due diligence.

Cyril put Little Fat Chiu on the desk and looked at the letter in his hand.

The color of the envelope is rich black, and it also exudes a faint cool fragrance.

The seal of the envelope is printed with a crimson, aristocratic and delicate "fire lacquer seal".

The pattern of the seal is two roses intertwined with each other, and even the veins of the leaves are clearly depicted.

Cyril found a brand new knife in the drawer of his desk.

He tilted the knife and carefully cut the fire lacquer mark.

After finishing, Cyril gently opened the envelope and took out a glossy invitation.

[Sincerely,

Rose Manor welcomes you and wishes you an unforgettable time before leaving.

From your sincere estate owner.

Remember: When the sun sets, it is time for treasures. All conflicts in the manor are at your own risk! ]

"When the sun sets, it's time for treasures."

Cyril's eyes stayed on this sentence.

He thought of the words of the blond boy he had just met before he came up, and what Mr. Scott said before he left, his eyes drooping.

There must be something to look forward to at this manor.

Cyril glanced at the letter quickly, then carefully searched the envelope over and over again, but saw no other information.

The flame quickly licked the edge of the envelope, but Cyril's fingers holding the envelope could not feel the temperature of the flame at all.

In a short while, the entire envelope, including the invitation letter, was burnt out in his hands, leaving no ashes.

The snowy owl on the side saw that his task was completed, and fluttered his wings and flew out of the window, his round body suddenly disappeared into the night sky.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and closed the window carefully, plugged in the latch, and pulled the curtain after thinking.

Exploration is definitely something to explore.

He glanced at the brass kerosene lamp on the table, and felt that it seemed that the owner of the manor had specially prepared it for this purpose.

But before exploring, you still have to fill your stomach.

Cyril took out the map and tried to find the location of the restaurant.

However, he kept zooming in and out to search, but could not find the word and logo of "restaurant".

While Cyril was guessing whether he should go directly to the lobby on the first floor, he suddenly thought of the scene where Mr. Scott signed the parchment with his fingers.

So Cyril also used his index finger to write the word "restaurant" in the blank.

Soon, the little red dot on the map that marked Cyril's location began to move, it jumped down quickly along the stairs, and the scenery on the map changed accordingly, until the little red Stop at the location marked "restaurant" in the side hall on the first floor.

"Done!"

Cyril frowned.

He folded the map and put it in his pocket, picked up the small kerosene lamp on the desk, and went downstairs to the restaurant according to the map just now.