MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 27

"You're still so boring."

Brian leaned lazily on the couch.

The elegant male voice is like a cold snake letter, and the tone is also a little careless.

His right hand held a goblet, which was filled with mellow red wine.

Brian's pale lips pressed against the crystal clear glass wall.

The dark blue peach blossom eyes are like a dark red wine brewing nearby, with a hint of dark color.

Forehead drooping loosely.

The ends of her smooth hair draped over the ends of his raised eyes, and the delicate silver-framed monocle blocked the look of his eyes.

"Oh! It's not that there is no meaning on this road, I can only toss these lovely newborns!"

A playful and sweet voice rang out, explaining in a brisk tone.

There was a hint of laughter in the voice.

It was an extremely beautiful man...

He wore a small black top hat and a gorgeous black evening dress.

The long, soft, flowing silk dress ran from him like rippling water.

On his shoulders sat an extraordinarily delicate little puppet, like a miniature version of the puppets Cyril and the others saw on the cruise.

The puppets are wearing the same color men's evening dress.

What's more unique is that this puppet has facial features on the cheeks.

Can speak with this mouth.

"I can only toss these lovely newborns!"

The puppet man repeated.

The voice was particularly hoarse, like a bellows with a hole whirling.

"After all, the dean has just changed his identity and came out to play, what fun do I have as a little wizard? You are afraid that this time it is our Snowberg Academy's turn to be in charge of Newborns from the continent of Tlantis are sent to Whalefall Island, right?"

Chris Black's tail was slightly upturned, and he smiled and looked at the dean, who was sitting on the couch tasting red wine.

Brian's movements remained the same, he didn't speak, and he didn't lift his eyelids.

However, Chris's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he finally seized the opportunity to make a lot of trouble.

He continued chatteringly: "When the owl Zoe told Christina, she was so mad! There was no way to do anything with it, but I was caught by my sister. To assist you in recruiting, one of my experiments is at a critical time!"

Chris looked at Brian's face cautiously, seeing that the man was still pale, he changed the subject: "But I heard from Christina that you came to Atlantis, A new batch of puppets have been specially made so that they can be used on this boat."

As he spoke, he glanced at the situation in the casino projected by the crystal ball in front of him.

At this time, on the circular stage displayed on the crystal ball, two boys are fighting.

Pristine and savage physical confrontation, like two wild beasts fighting for the few remaining prey.

Chris gently rubbed the chin of the puppet man sitting on his shoulders with his black lace glove-wearing hand, and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "What a waste of the casino I specially remodeled! This class of freshmen looks a little weak, and they can't even use a magic attack."

The little puppet man on his shoulder also repeated in a hoarse voice: "This freshman can't even use a magic attack!"

Chris stared at the projection on the crystal ball and frowned slightly.

The viewing angle displayed by the crystal ball is not fixed.

It is very flexible to switch angles with the fighting scene in the center of the stage, and even occasionally shows the reactions of the audience in one or two scenes.

The two debtors on the round stage fought for so long, their cheeks were covered with bruises, and their legs were weak, supporting their bodies with difficulty.

They were gasping for breath, and their movements became extraordinarily delayed due to exhaustion, but the puppet referee still did not stop.

"I really overestimate them... This freshman really can't..."

Chris murmured in a low voice, with a distressed look on his face.

"If there is no exciting game, the other wizards on the ship won't ask me to retire the witch crystal, right? That would be troublesome..."

Brian's eyes did not stop at the picture projected by the crystal ball before.

He just closed his eyes and sips the wine very lazily.

It wasn't until he heard Chris's complaints that Brian lifted his eyelids and glanced at the picture projected by the crystal ball in front of him.

At this moment, probably because the two people on the circular stage were too weak, the crystal ball screen actively switched to the onlookers, especially Cyril's calm and calm face Pause for a second or two.

When he saw Little Rose, he kept aside so lightly, Brian raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is a little bit of joking and evil here.

"Let them play in the ring."

Brian spoke softly and plainly.

"The ring match! Yes, why didn't I think of it! As long as the rewards are generous enough..."

Chris narrowed his bright eyes and smiled maliciously.

Cyril patiently watched the two chickens peck at each other on the circular stage.

He looked odd.

Is it possible that the black-hearted owner of this black-hearted cruise ship just likes to watch people fight?

It's just... nothing fancy.

Other freshmen who owed chips in the casino were brought in one after another.

Cyril went to the "Blackjack" project on the other side.

There is a table here that has just been filled with three people and has not yet started.

Cyril walked to the dealer next to the casino and took out the only 2 Wu Jing on him to exchange 2 chips.

"Since everyone else at this table has 5 chips, you still need to owe 3 more Wu Jing on credit. Are you sure you will owe it on credit?"

The puppet dealer asked calmly.

"OK."

Cyril took a seat and sat down at the table.

A piece of parchment placed on the gaming table, which briefly introduces the game rules of the "blackjack" project: a total of 52 cards are removed from a deck of playing cards.

In the beginning, the puppet dealer deals each participant an open card (whose points can be seen by others) and a hidden card (only visible to themselves), after which the participants can The points in your hand choose to continue to add or skip. When all participants stop asking for cards, the one with the highest total of all cards in their hand must not exceed 21 wins.

After seeing all the participants seated, the puppet dealer began to shuffle the cards.

The sound of "swipe" playing cards came to Cyril's ears.

At the same time, he communicated with the system in his mind:

[Are you ready? ]

[Don't panic, it's not a big problem! Trust my computing skills! Believe in math! 】The sound of the system is full of confidence.

The puppet dealer starts to deal two cards.

Cyril received 4 of hearts and 3 of clubs, for a total of 7.

The remaining three cards are 7 of diamonds, 5 of spades, and 2 of hearts.

The system quickly listed all the possible holding probabilities of the other three and Cyril's best card matrix on the screen in front of him.

The puppet dealer paused after dealing a round of cards, and after they all saw the cards in their hands, they proceeded to the next round of dealing.

His white-gloved hand pressed a playing card and handed it to Cyril, his head without facial features nodded slightly, and then made a calm machine voice: "Do you want a card?"

[Yes. 】

"Yes."

Cyril said aloud.

He held down the playing card in front of him, gently lifted a corner and glanced at the number on it, it was 10 of diamonds.

Now the total number of cards in his hand is 17.

And all the data on the system screen in front of Cyril was updated again.

Several rounds passed, and he got another 3 of spades with exactly 20 in his hand.

Cyril's face remained calm, and the next deal was skipped calmly.

After everyone stopped taking cards, under the instructions of the puppet dealer, everyone turned the cards over.

Cyril looked at the other cards.

As expected by the system, the sum of the points is less than his own, and the largest is only 18.

However, before Cyril had time to be happy, he glanced back at his card.

In silence, someone changed his cards!

The four cards revealed in front of Cyril now become 4 of hearts, 3 of clubs, 2 of diamonds and 3 of spades.

The block 10 he originally got was instantly replaced by someone!

The moment he opened it, it was still square 10…

Cyril quickly raised his head to look at the other three at the gaming table, carefully examining their expressions.

The two who lost were dejected and annoyed, while the one who won was full of shock and disbelief, not looking like a fake.

[Did you see anything in the system? ]

I don't see anything! The numbers on the cards have quietly changed! It must be magic! 】 Cyril lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelashes.

Cyril moved his fingertips slightly, thinking about what to do.

Continue to owe chips and start a new round of the game?

But if someone uses magic to obstruct him secretly, it will only lose more and more.

After all, only magic can defeat magic.

"Mr. Dealer, I would like to see the remaining cards."

Cyril asked bluntly in a very calm tone.

The other two losers also said: "Yes, I also ask to see it!"

They all hold the idea that the one who wins will give out a thousand.

The puppet man's head shook slightly and nodded.

It unfolds the unfinished cards in the hand one by one and moves smoothly.

Cyril took a quick glance and saw the diamond 10, which had been in his own hand, and now lay quietly among the remaining cards, as if the position had never changed.

He stood up indifferently and walked consciously to the circular stage in the center of the casino.

At this time, a game just ended.

Cyril stepped up the steps and walked to the circular stage. The rest of the people waiting on the stage didn't mind him cutting the line at all. game.

Early fight and finish things early.

Cyril thought to himself.

The winner of the last round saw that the game time was finally over, and he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally escaped, and passed Cyril.

Maybe he was in a good mood at the moment, this man even smiled at Cyril and said, "Hey, come on! Buddy!"

Cyril looked at him with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he couldn't help crying.

At this moment, the puppet referee suddenly said: "From now on, the competition will be changed to a ring competition! The final winner can get a reward of 1000 Wu Jing! Everyone in the casino Anyone can participate!"

Cyrillic: ? ? ?

Man, I have reason to suspect that someone is targeting me, and I have proof.

The puppet referee's suddenly raised voice overwhelmed the music and reached the ears of all the freshmen present.

"1000 Wu Jing!"

There was an uproar.

"That's right! And the Master Wizard of the Black will also provide treatment for those who are seriously endangered in the following games."

The puppet judge continued.

The eyes of the freshmen became more and more eager.

Cyril standing in the center of the circular stage suddenly became the focus of the crowd.

He feels like a bunch of tempting witch crystals now, and these freshmen look at him as if they saw a feast in the future.

Cyril also felt that malicious gaze once again, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake who did not know where he was.

This gaze was mixed in so many sights, but still carried an outrageous arrogance above everyone.

Cyril subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed the rose necklace on his neck through his clothes, reminding himself that he was not fighting alone, the little snake Green and the system were by his side.

He thought so, slightly relieved, his eyes firmed.

"Excuse me... the referee... can I... voluntarily admit defeat?"

The loser of the previous round, who was lying on the stage, raised his head from the ground and looked at the puppet referee.

His voice was broken and he asked out of breath.

The voice was so weak that it seemed like he was about to die in the next second.

Cyril followed the voice to look at this man, and barely recognized from his painted cheeks that this was an acquaintance again—the one who wanted to rob him in the middle of the night and ran away inexplicably the boy.

"Yes."

The puppet referee probably thought it would be meaningless to let this man fight again, so he nodded in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw the boy quickly slip off the stage with agile movements that were extremely incompatible with his physical state at this time, for fear that the puppet referee would catch him back later. Keep playing.

Good guy, he's an actor? ! No wonder I deliberately found myself to touch porcelain before.

"I, Adams Philip, ask for a challenge!"

A tall young man with dark brown hair and an overgrown chin strode to the round stage.

He raised his chest, raised his chin, and said to the puppet judge.

The puppet referee nodded and let this man come on stage.

Then, it took out an hourglass again and gestured to the two: "When one side of the game voluntarily gives up, or there is an extreme danger to life, the game ends automatically. If the leak is finished, the attacker cannot continue at the end of the game time and loses."

Both nodded.

The tall bearded young man walked onto the circular stage and stood face to face with Cyril.

Compared with the strong young man, Cyril suddenly looked thinner and weaker.

"I advise you to admit defeat yourself!"

The bearded youth glanced at Cyril, grinned, and said slowly in a long tone.

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

He recalled that his magic index was indeed "15", and then quickly went through the magic spell and its corresponding magic rune that he had memorized for a long time in his mind, Let go for the time being.

You know nothing about the power of magic, little man.

But the next moment, Cyril watched the other party carefully pull out a slender, curved wooden stick from the inside of his coat.

His tall figure looks a bit funny with this black little stick.

It's a wand!

Cyril's gaze rested on the wand, and his eyebrows twitched.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he heard in the restaurant of Rose Garden before, it turned out that this person was the new Philip who found the wand.

Cyril's face became serious.

In his impression, the wand is the most powerful weapon of the wizard, and even rounded up is the wizard's wife.

Cyril calmly let the system scan this person's body data: [Name: Adams Philip

Age: 15

Stamina: 9

Strength: 12

Mental Power: 15

Magic: 5

Achievement: A local tyrant with a membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce

Note: This child is indeed too anxious, and looks good enough to be your father. But don't panic, it's not a problem! When the game is over, you can beat him to his knees and call him Dad. 】 Cyril quickly glanced at Philip's body index that appeared on the screen in front of him, his mental power and magic power were very good.

Plus he also got a wand (seems to be the only one for a freshman), no wonder he feels confident that he can beat himself to be the final winner.

Cyril was taken aback, and glanced at the information of the wand in Philip's hand displayed by the system: [Name: Schrodinger's Wand/Schrodinger's Kate

Use: A tool to assist wizards and wizard apprentices in casting magic

How to use: It's impossible to hold a wand with your feet, right? It is not ruled out that some wizards may put their wands in their mouths (highly not recommended, nothing else, unhygienic.)

Description: This is a wand made by a wizard named Schrödinger (now at the Tower of Truth) during his apprenticeship, and affectionately named "Kate".

Why do I know so well? I graciously tell you, please look carefully at the end of the wand, is it engraved with the maker's message - "Schrödinger, Tower of Truth, A-level wizard apprentice"?

Due to the whimsy of Schrödinger himself when he made this wand, the magic array used to combine wand materials on this wand is very creative, so there is a 50% chance of this wand Won't do what the wand owner intended. As for whose intentions it acts? Then we won't know.

This is a wand that even Schrödinger, the wand maker, could not fathom! No one can guess what magical things will happen the next moment the bearer of the wand casts a spell! Oh, the **** magic of this wand is so addicting! 】 Cyril's first reaction was: This wand has a long history, and it actually shows that the information is so long.

After he read it quickly, he raised his mind again.

A-level wizard apprentice, or researcher of the Tower of Truth, what is the difference between his wand and other wands?

What does it mean to have a 50% chance of not doing what the wand owner intended?

It is also worth noting that this is the first time Cyril has seen a friendly and enthusiastic description of a magic item from the system.

He became more and more vigilant and did not dare to be careless.

The puppet judges still haven't announced their preparations and seem to be waiting for something.

Cyril's eyes swept across the stage, and saw the Weber sisters and the two Abrahams were worried, it seemed that even the face of Paris Geller on the other side was not pure schadenfreude.

He felt a little warm in his heart.

Why not start?

Cyril was puzzled, and then he saw a puppet dealer under the stage holding a large brass box with both hands, walking to the most eye-catching position under the circular stage and putting it down .

"A new event has been opened - a betting event for the Defeat."

The puppet dealer pointed to the big brass box beside him with a white gloved finger, and continued to say in a calm voice: "The coin slot on the left side of this box is the representative The tall, wand-wielding Adams Philip on the left side of the circular stage, and the coin slot on the right represents Cyril Lawrence, standing empty-handed on the right side of the circular stage."

Cyril's forehead twitched.

This introduction is so... too objective? !

After a while, Cyril saw many new students put their chips into the coin slot representing Philip.

He could hear the sound of the brass chips falling to the bottom of the box, the sound of "crashing-", which was particularly clear.

And on behalf of his own coin slot, the door is scattered and no one cares.

Cyril: Thank you, was offended.