After Being Fancied by a Necromancer | BL, MTL

Chapter 45: Apprentice life

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Brian saw that Cyril's cheeks were a little red for some reason, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a smile on his handsome face, which was quite intriguing.

The thin silver chain of the rose necklace gently covered this delicate neck, as if to announce that the owner of the necklace was marked with some kind of mark.

Brian paused, feeling a little itchy in his hand.

His slender fingers lightly moussed, and Cyril was suddenly covered with a black robe.

At first glance, this robe seems to be exactly the same as the plain black robe issued by the Wizarding League just taken by his classmates.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are shadowy silver dark lines on the inside of the wide sleeves of this black robe.

But because it is too low-key and obscure, people can't help but feel that there is an illusion at the moment of blinking.

Cyril was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the school uniform.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that one of his school-opening gift bags had finally returned, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cyril reached out and touched the light black robe on his body, the texture was unexpectedly silky and supple.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott!"

He thanked him politely.

"Look in your pocket."

Brian nodded slightly and said lightly.

Cyril blinked.

He reached into the outer pocket of his black robe, and his fingertips touched a cool, smooth sphere.

He had a guess in his heart, put his fingers together, and took it out.

As expected, it is a crystal ball the size of a palm, crystal clear, and looks very cute.

Cyril once again glanced at the inconspicuous pocket on the black robe, but he didn't expect it to be a stretch bag!

"As for the specific usage of this crystal ball, your professors will tell you later in class."

Brian glanced at Cyril, who was very curious about new things, and said lazily.

Cyril obediently put the crystal ball back into his pocket.

The palm-sized crystal ball sank gently into the pocket of the robe, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The pockets are still neat and don't appear to contain anything.

Probably because some courses just ended at this time.

When Cyril looked up, he found that many senior wizard apprentices came out of the arches on the four sides of the hall.

Only, seeing the faces of these seniors, Cyril's eyelids jumped and his expression froze.

Why everyone looks haggard and haggard?

Look at this all-night hangover!

Brian followed Cyril's line of sight and saw a few incompetent B-level apprentices of wizards. At a glance, he knew that the other party was in a trance listening to heavenly books in class.

A soft tut escaped from his lips.

"Come on, I'll show you around the college."

Brian was a little dissatisfied that these guys attracted too much attention from Cyril, and his gentle and elegant voice had a hint of irrefutable meaning.