After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril went straight to sleep the next day and woke up naturally.

He opened his eyes and saw the shabby wooden beams above his head in a daze, then he suddenly woke up and recalled that he had entered a new world.

Although it deviates from what he imagined, it is the wizarding world he has always expected.

New day!

Cyril gave himself a boost.

Then he went to the kitchen and looked around, only to find two hard brown bread.

To be honest, hard can be used as a defensive weapon.

He rummaged through the nooks and crannies of the kitchen in disbelief.

However, only a few bottles of spices were found, a small bag of broken tea leaves, three fruits with wrinkled skins that seemed to have been left for a long time, and a small box of matches that were only half left. .

There is a pile of empty wine bottles in the corner of the kitchen.

Now he understands why Cyril needs to go hunting in the Misty Moon Forest.

Life is not easy, Cyril sighs.

He stared at these two pieces of black bread that seemed hard to swallow and questioned his soul:

[Does this thing really not knock teeth out? ]

Of course, you can also imagine that you are eating a big meal, and I think that it has the effect of promoting appetite! 】

I can thank you.

Cyril's face twitched, he looked around, but couldn't find the faucet.

[Looks like there is no place to get water? ]

[There is a small stream not far behind this house! 】

At least it's easy to get water... Cyril comforted himself.

He found a clean wooden barrel in the corner of the kitchen, walked along the path from the backyard for about five minutes, and indeed saw a small stream.

The water is gurgling, the stream flows through the large and small pebbles, and the green water plants are soaked and greener.

He squatted by the stream, his face reflected in the clear stream.

Cyril was slightly taken aback when he saw this, using the stream as a mirror, he finally saw what he looked like now.

The reflection in the water has a thin face and a pointed chin.

The skin is pale, and upon closer inspection, the facial features are very delicate. Half-length, slightly curly black hair hangs down the back of the head, and the hair is dry and lacks nutrition at first glance.

Seems to be very similar to her original appearance.

Cyril was silent for a moment and continued to draw water.

He returned to the kitchen with a bucket full of water and struck a match to light the fire on the stove.

The tongue of fire licked the tiny dead branches, and after a while, it burst into flames, emitting heat slowly.

He patiently boiled a pot of water, found a fairly clean bowl, poured hot water into it, and dipped one end of the hard brown bread into the hot water.

Cyril waited for a while, and still struggled to break off a piece of the slightly soaked black bread. He gathered up his courage and chewed it. It was as bad as gravel that had absorbed water. The taste is hard to swallow.

It is a match for the lowest-grade interstellar nutrient solution that is tasteless and tasteless. No, the nutrient solution is still better, at least it can be eaten, Cyril silently complained.

He called up his body data and looked at the stamina value - the normal black number "6".

Cyril decisively put down the black bread in his hand, picked up the dead rabbit he brought home from the foggy forest last night, and walked to the market in the small town of Codswood in his memory.

Cyril turned from the secluded road to the avenue in the town, and the number of people in sight gradually increased.

The town during the day is no longer as quiet as it is at night, but is filled with a simple and leisurely style unique to the countryside.

Someone looked at him, Cyril was thinking about whether to say hello, and remembered the cold and cool style of the original body in memory, so he gave up.

However, as he was walking, he suddenly heard an enthusiastic voice behind him:

"Excuse me, man! Please help!"

Cyril turned around and saw a young man with short brown hair struggling to hold two large wooden barrels.

There is also a wooden frame crumbling on the two wooden barrels, and these things the man is holding are about to block his sight.

Cyril picked up the wooden frame with his free hand, a little heavy.

"Thank you."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Cyril's face, he opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

"Hey Lawrence! It's you! Do you remember me? I'm Sam, Sam Norton!"

The young man was a little surprised. After all, Cyril in the past was not someone who would take care of others, let alone help.

He seemed embarrassed to say that again, and added: "I mean, it was a bit of a surprise, right? You know! Just..."

Sam wanted to scratch his head, but found himself unable to do so, so he stopped.

Cyril gave him a natural smile that made Sam relax.

He continued, "Hey, I heard from the tavern that you went to Foggy Moon Forest some time ago?"

Sam glanced at the rabbit in Cyril's other hand, and said with some regret: "It would be great if it were alive, and it can be sold for a better price!"

Cyril didn't know what to say either.

"Next time."

He thought about it, then took it.

The boy's voice is clear and crisp, which is very suitable for the warm sunshine of the country morning.

Sam was a little surprised to hear Cyril's reply, but he quickly reacted and rambled:

"I heard from the people in the tavern that Uncle Fitz helped you to talk to Old John and let you serve as the tavern's host. But if you can hunt, of course you can earn more than that host. I have to say that Old John is a bit too stingy, I have been working for three years! Only 100 silver coins a month!"

Being a tavern host costs 100 silver coins a month, Cyril secretly wrote it down and estimated the price in the market.

On the way, Sam talked a lot of gossip about the town. Of course, the source was all the truthful expressions of the men in the tavern after drinking and the rumors brought by the businessmen.

It also gave Cyril a better understanding of the whole town's information.

"I'm here!"

Sam walked to the door of the tavern, put down the two large wooden barrels in his hand, and gasped with a blushing face.

Cyril handed him the wooden frame, Sam smiled and thanked him, and whispered mysteriously close to his ear: "If Fernando who collects prey at the market does not come, you can Try taking the rabbit to Uncle Allen's restaurant, he's picking up prey lately."

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Sam waved his hand and said goodbye.

Cyril continued to move forward and came to the town square, which is the most prosperous place in the whole town.

In the center of the square stands a tall white stone statue of the Goddess of Light.

Not far behind is the only church in the town. It is not big, but it is solemn and elegant. The pointed dome pierces the blue sky.

Coddswood Town Hall is also nearby.

The stalls around the square are temporary markets, and there are also shops selling various items on both sides of the surrounding streets.

Cyril walked slowly to the market.

When he saw that there were all kinds of clothes, he couldn't help but stop.

He was still wearing yesterday's dirty clothes, which made him uncomfortable.

But now he has no money to buy new clothes.

He also saw stalls selling all kinds of tools, among them a sharp green jeweled dagger.

Of course, there are also food stalls. Freshly baked biscuits and bread evoke Cyril's greedy worms on an empty stomach.

It's delicious!

Get rid of this rabbit, he thought to himself.

Cyril didn't see any stalls in the market to collect prey, perhaps as Sam said, no one had arrived yet.

He caught a glimpse of the sign of Allen's restaurant on the street next to him, paused, tidied up his clothes, tried to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes, and walked in with his legs raised.

"Welcome, what to order?"

Uncle Allen, who was sitting in the shop to settle accounts, raised his head when he heard the movement of someone coming in.

He is a middle-aged man with a bright forehead, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Uncle Allen was stunned for a moment when he saw that it was Cyril, as if he did not remember the name of the boy with a smile on his face.

Is there this little guy in town?

"Mr. Allen, good morning."

Cyril greeted politely, raised the rabbit in his hand, and continued, "I'm here to ask, do you accept prey?"

Mr. Allen glanced at the weight of the rabbit that Cyril was carrying, and said, "Of course, I can give you 5 silver coins without counter-offering."

Cyril nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, just sell it, and the price is the same as Aunt Maria estimated.

He put the rabbit into the back kitchen thoughtfully, then took five and a half old silver coins from Uncle Allen, thanked him, and walked out.

Cyril originally wanted to deal with the weird little snake together, but he also thought that the alchemy product might be something related to the wizarding world, and it might play a greater role in the future.

Exiting the Allen restaurant, Cyril rubbed the silver coin at his fingertips.

The silver coin is about the size of a fingernail, with a thickness of about two millimeters. The front of the coin is engraved with the head of a woman wearing a crown (he knows from memory that this is the image of Queen Victoria of the United Nations of Atlantis), The embossing on the back of the silver coin forms the "1".

He looked at the currency in his hand with some novelty, knowing that after the interstellar era, people directly used the virtual currency stored in the optical brain.

But the smell of food wafting from the market quickly interrupted his thoughts.

Cyril went straight to the bread stall that he was interested in before. The owner of the shop had an impression of his face, smiled kindly, and took a silver coin from Cyril's hand.

1 silver is equal to 10 copper.

Two pieces of soft white bread cost 5 copper coins, and black bread of the same size only needs one copper coin, but considering the rough texture, this is obviously not in Cyril's consideration.

After he had money in his hand, he would not feel wronged, and "luxuriously" spent 3 copper coins to buy a small bowl of warm goat milk, and 2 copper coins to buy a Small plate of raspberry jam.

Cyril sat on the bench of the bread stand and tasted breakfast slowly, while enjoying the autumn sunshine, he complained in his heart that he was spending a lot of money, and he ate 1 silver coin for breakfast .

The raspberry jam is sweet and sour, and it has a special taste in the soft white bread.

Take a bite of bread and drink a sip of warm goat milk, the combination of the two is wonderful!

The feeling of filling your stomach with food is amazing! Cyril let out a satisfied sigh.

He then spent 2 silver coins to buy a lot of bread and biscuits for easy storage.

After all, he still needs to enter the foggy moon forest again, not only because of the few savings he has left, but also because of the meditation and elements mentioned by the system before, he has to slowly explore it.

***

[Are you sure you must go to that fluorescent grass to help meditation? ]

Cyril walked through the foggy forest with water bags and dry food, while being alert to whether there were any large creatures nearby.

[Yes. There is a place in the foggy forest called fluorescent grass, which is the gathering place of fluorescent grass, and the magnetic field there is wonderful! You meditate there to boost your spiritual power! Do more with less! 】

The system speaks sincerely.

I promise! 】

Cyril finally arrived at the fluorescent grass mentioned by the system before evening, and he was slightly surprised.

In the description of the system, the fluorescent grass is a dangerous creature, but now what appears in front of Cyril is a large swaying grass that resembles a dandelion.

He squatted down and examined a fluorescent grass.

The white crest on the top of the fluorescent grass forms a small pom-pom, which looks docile and harmless.

The modern electronic screen appeared in front of Cyril, showing the data of the fluorescent grass:

[Name: Fluorescent Grass

Danger Level: 10

Remarks: Lovely and charming executioners, in their territory, only those with firm will can return to the other side of life. 】

This introduction is very spiritual.

After dinner, Cyril meditated according to the method that the system said.

He sat cross-legged on the grass, closed his eyes and emptied himself.

Perhaps because of the environment, he soon entered a delicate galaxy space, and the magnificent galaxy was huge and shocking.

Imagine yourself a nebula too…

He felt as though he had truly become part of the galaxy, too.

I don’t know how long it took, and suddenly, a huge, deafening music sounded in Cyril’s mind—

【Good luck! Good luck to you! Luck brings joy and love! 】

Cyril opened his eyes.

The author has something to say:

"Good luck! Good luck! Good luck brings joy and love!" from the song "Good Luck".