After Being Fancied by a Necromancer | BL, MTL

Chapter 50: "As expected of an S-level wizard apprentice."

After Being Fancied by a Necromancer 50:
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"Going to the arena now? Let's go to dinner later!"

Cyril stared at the boy in front of him and suggested sincerely.

Although study time is precious, Wu Jing is equally precious!

It's not that his will is not firm, but that the other party has given too much!

Nicholas Little Sheep Cavendish had a wrong intuition, and he vaguely felt that an invisible hand was waving a sickle.

So, he asked cautiously, "How much magic power do you have now."

Cyril hesitated for a moment, and felt that he could not deceive customers for the sake of good reputation.

He replied honestly: "Cough, now the magic power is only 10."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nicholas Cavendish immediately picked up: "Then come to me when your magic power is restored!"

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom with two attendants.

Although the pace is still steady, it reveals a sense of escape for no reason.

Cyril sighed and covered his chest, feeling rather regretful.

Oh, Wu Jing is not easy to earn!

But Cyril soon perked up again.

As long as he restores his magic power and defeats Nicholas Cavendish!

With the pride of the other party, you will definitely not be convinced, and then you will challenge yourself again and again.

Thinking of this, Cyril felt very happy, and walked happily to the restaurant to cook.

After dinner, Cyril spent a few hours in the library, then packed up before two o'clock in the afternoon and rushed to the classroom for the history of magic.

History of Magic is taught by Professor Bennett Theron.

Cyril was impressed by the wizard.

First, the clock-in timer set up by the other party at the entrance of the library is eye-catching.

Secondly, this professor with a long white beard made a fresh appearance at the opening dinner with his own background music.

"Good afternoon, little ones."

Bennett Tyron stroked his beautiful long white beard and smiled kindly at the class, looking very kind.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Many people had a good impression of this gentle old professor, and they replied in unison.

Bennett Tyron glanced at the way most of the wizarding apprentices were sitting, looking at the quills in their hands as if they were planning to take notes at any time.

He smiled slightly, blinked mischievously, and took out a slender brown wand.

He stretched out his arms and swung his wand sharply, and the tip of the wand emitted a bright spot of light that enveloped the entire classroom.

Cyril only felt that the bottom of his **** was suddenly empty, and the seat was suddenly taken away.

He suddenly fell onto a large soft feather-like object.

He looked down and saw a thick and soft woolen carpet under him.

Cyril looked around, and the whole classroom was completely different from before.

From a classroom with neat and tidy chairs to a warm living room.

The apprentices sat on the thick carpet in this living room.