Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 894
– Please sit next to me. I’ll be conducting most of the interviews.
-Gee really?
-sure.
– What if someone glared at me for dropping it?
-I’ll tell you the sign of the elimination myself.
After countless persuasion and coaxing Gearko Simon succeeded in bringing Aizel to the interview. In fact she also felt pressured by Eisel but the thought of having to sit in her interviewer’s seat seemed to have been there from the beginning.
“……”
Maybe he was nervous but Eisel next to Simon sat with his back straight with a frozen expression.
Soon Simon put on a pod and said.
“I’m running out of time so I’ll watch it right from the first minute.”
Finally the interview started.
The door opened and the first interviewer entered the mercenary office.
“Hello interviewers!”
A cheerful laugh echoed through the room. Seeing the first interviewer Simon sighed inwardly.
‘Was it you?’
It was Gigil a wandering necromancer who secretly tried to put a curse on Simon.
“There’s no way this Gi-Gil would refuse a job that costs 50 gold per day. Thank you for your support!”
Gigil rubbed his palms and smirked.
I didn’t like the person very much but I couldn’t go into the interview. Simon cleared his mind and opened his mouth.
“I’ll take a look at my specialty.”
“yep!”
mercenaries. To be precise Necromancers who had been active in the field without receiving formal education or training after opening their cores had one characteristic in common.
The fact that it was specialized only in one or two types of black magic.
Kizen tries to teach as many different types of black magic as possible and encourages them to find their own specialty or create better skills by combining several skills but they do not have the opportunity to receive such advanced elite education.
He has lived by rolling the black magic he learned over his shoulder or paid for and inherited in the field remodeling it to suit himself.
Of course you can’t decide which method is better.
Necromancers who have gone all-in on one or two types of black magic are specialists who excel in their field of expertise.
So the best way to evaluate them is to look at their specialties.
Also the evaluation criterion for this expedition which Phantasus said is only ‘skill’. Simon watched with some anticipation.
“Then let’s begin!”
Ki-gil skillfully spread his special skill the curse magic circle.
< Gigil Original – Tightening >
I created a curse at once and shot it at a nearby ledge. Soon the shelf shrank with a clunk.
“How about it! It’s my original technique! Even if the opponent is an ogre I can suffocate them within 6-7 stacks and catch them!”
Mmm.
While Simon was letting out an ambiguous saliva he heard a very small murmur beside him.
“…Doggy trash.”
Ki-gil who was watching the interview shook his shoulders. Simon also doubted his ears.
‘What now?’
“What did you say? Interviewer.”
Ki-gil his face burning red said as if suppressing his anger. Eisel quickly covered her mouth and turned her head away.
“Ah that’s…”
“If you’re going to give an evaluation tell me clearly! That way we’ll make up for it later or not.”
“…Is that really okay?”
As if waiting for those words Eisel spoke in a quiet quick voice.
“The circuitry is crude and the composition is messy. Out of all the many runes the sense with the main rune language is the worst and the casting speed is slower than that of a constipated slug so it would be faster to just carry a noose in your hand and throw it. Original Did you copy someone’s original Bind Curse after seeing it? You’re even backwards compatible with Bind. You claiming to be a necromancer with such skills. I want you to apologize to nature for the mana consumed by using the curse.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
I agree that his curses aren’t great but aren’t his words a bit harsh?
foot.
The mercenary office employee standing at the entrance was desperately covering his mouth as if he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Gi-gil’s expression naturally turned red with shame and Eisel who belatedly read the atmosphere spoke as if making an excuse.
“Mi-sorry. I’m disgusted with the superficial skills so I’ll stop without even realizing it…”
He was the one who had the last word to say.
After Simon intervened with the angry Ki-gil he quietly asked Eisel.
“Should I drop it? Senior.”
Azel averted her gaze and gave a small answer.
“…Don’t ask me for obvious things.”
He was just an introvert with an introverted personality but he was also a sharp-witted person when it came to black magic.
Ki-gil grumbled and went outside and the office worker called the next person. Only then did Izel let out a sigh of relief as he put his hand on her chest.
“You are strict.”
“…That’s right.”
Azel sat down with her legs crossed.
“Still I don’t think I’m wrong. I hope you don’t work as a necromancer if you don’t have the minimum amount of talent. That person’s life is just too precious.”
It wasn’t the bad feelings towards the other person that was the problem it was Azel’s personality that was like that.
Simon briefly recalled the story of the day he first met Aizel at Kizen.
-Any picture of me beating seniors with my skills…
-huh? Don’t talk nonsense.
‘Fragile strongest’ Agel Bringer.
Contrary to his timid personality he is a person who does not need confidence in his abilities.
The character seemed to be the same.
“The next participant is coming.”
This time a middle-aged man with a bowler hat on his head and a long coat walked along. He wore his well-polished shoes and a suit bag in his hand.
For a wandering necromancer mercenary he is quite neat.
nod
Even the image of taking off a bowler hat and putting it on your chest and bowing to the young judges is formal. Simon’s eyes lit up as he was going through the papers.
“You’re a third-tier necromancer who worked in the Duchy!”
“…It’s a thing of the past.”
He replied putting on his bowler hat again.
He was a man with many secrets.
But in this place the past is not important. A place to evaluate your skills as an expeditionary force that needs to go into limb right away.
“Show me your specialty.”
He nodded took off his bowler hat and turned it inside out and stood still. That moment when Simon and Eisel stretched their heads out and tried to look inside their fedoras.
Hey hey profit!
A black snake-like thing jumped out of it and coiled around the office several times. He even opened the window and went outside and his head immediately came in through the window on the other side flicking his tongue next to Simon.
‘Pa fast.’
Simone’s eyes widened and the office worker frothed in surprise as they nearly sat on the floor.
“He’s a summoner.”
Only Eisel responded calmly.
“Simon you decide.”
“Ah yes.”
Simon came to his senses and evaluated the summons.
In fact there was nothing more to think about. Among the summoned beasts Simon had seen recently it was the best in terms of ‘speed’.
“Passed.”
The snake entered the bowler hat again at the same speed as it came out and the man with it on his head bowed down and went outside.
Simon looked at Eisel with an excited face.
“It seems like a pretty big power came in?”
“huh.”
Azel didn’t deny it this time either.
“It’s slower than me.”
“…Ahaha.”
He had a personality that did not like to lose.
* * *
Contrary to Simon’s expectations the following interviewers fell short of expectations.
The wandering necromancers had a serious ‘up and down difference’.
There are necromancers who have built their own territory to keep up with the keygen graduates who received elite education for 3 years while there are necromancers whose greatest achievement as a necromancer is only opening the core and other than that there are also those who are mere thugs living only with the image of a necromancer. there was.
So throughout the interview Azel’s vitriolic remarks continued.
-Please please don’t put it in a circuit like garbage just increase the number of runes. Black magic isn’t meant to be used comfortably. It is natural that the more uncomfortable you are the stronger you are.
– Don’t you know the nature of jet black to remember? I tamed jet-black so that the circuits were messed up like that so this life is wrong. Reincarnation after a quick suicide is recommended.
-If that’s an original then the poop I made this morning must be an original too.
This was a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
Of course the mercenaries with one character were hot and Agel who was intimidated right away clung to the wall and looked at Simon his junior with pleading eyes as if asking for help.
It was always Simon’s job to mediate.
Still Azel’s eyes were accurate. Sometimes he gave some tips because the interviewers were too pathetic.
-What are you talking about? I’ve been doing this my whole life!
-Do you know more about this technology than I do? I’ve used this technique a thousand times over!
It was just a fight. Common sense was twisted or there were many people who believed in unfounded superstitions. The environment in which they lived differed.
-This young bastard’s child!
bang!
Some even exploded in anger. An old-fashioned necromancer with a staff and a skull decoration wrapped around his body raised his voice.
-Who are you to disparage my ability? It’s just that I haven’t met the black magic that’s right for me yet!
-mister. Life is not about finding yourself it’s about creating yourself.
– This guy is trying to teach adults!
When the man got angry Azel freaked out and hid under the desk and Simon now accustomed to incapacitating the opponent with a curse sent him away.
“Senior can’t you refine your words a little and evaluate them?”
“…I’m trying but it’s not going well.”
Simon sighed and said.
“Come in next.”
The number of members of the expedition that Phantasus said was 20 but less than half were selected yet. This time I hoped that the expected person would come.
Next an old man with gray hair entered the mercenary office. Should I say he is as old as the picture. He looked old but he was very handsome.
He wore a sword at his waist.
“You can hardly feel the mana and darkness.”
At Azel’s point the old man smiled acknowledgingly.
“Power is something you show off when you need to show it.”
The answer was like a mountain is a mountain.
This time Simon asked.
“What’s your specialty?”
“This sword.”
The old man gripped the sword at his waist.
Among the mercenaries there were not necessarily only necromancers. There were also many physical waves such as martial artists martial artists or veteran mercenaries or veterans.
Equipment for evaluating the physical wave was also located in the mercenary office.
“Would you like to swing your sword over there?”
The appearance of the equipment looked like an arrow target and it was an artifact that could measure the power of swinging a weapon. In fact it was a crude piece of equipment that couldn’t even be called an artifact but it was better than nothing.
Soon the old man stood in front of the target.
Sreung!
Then he pulled out his sword and swung it with a smooth motion.
Not flashy but neat cuts.
Soon the old man fixed the sword and put it back into the scabbard.
“Is this enough?”
“….”
Simon who suddenly got goosebumps jumped up and checked the target. Although there was no change in appearance.
back.
When Simon pressed his fingertips half of the target went backwards.
The device for measuring force was cut exactly in half. Even cuts ran along the floor and into the walls which were also cracked.
Simon who heard a murmur outside looked out the window.
“ah.”
The fence outside the window was cut down and the grass was parted far away.
“Ha passed.”
“Thank you.”
The old man nodded and went out. Soon Simon returned to his seat.
“I don’t feel much of the mana or darkness but it’s amazing.”
Aizel murmured. Simon nodded her head in agreement.
sigh-
Short slack before the next interviewer enters. Azel stretched out.
“The party is falling. Do you want to take a break?”
“Lastly just look at one more person and rest.”
There was still a long way to go. I had to somehow guess the 20 people Phantasus said.
Simon said.
“Come in next.”
Then with the sound of footsteps the next person came in.
Eisel’s face flushed red when he saw the interviewer and Simon stood up from his seat with his eyes wide open.
“Now hold on!”
Someone who shouldn’t be here has come in.
Silky pink hair hanging down burdensome eye makeup and red lipstick. She wore a leather jacket full of elasticity and long boots with a skirt underneath.
A woman in a truly esoteric outfit walked over and winked seductively at Simon.
‘…Herzee?’
Simon was just confused.
I sent them to do some scouting around here with the carrion spiders but they came to interview the expedition team!
“Hello? My name is Elizabeth Waffer!”
she said in a lively voice and winked.
Simon suddenly wondered how much he was going to increase his status under the name of Elizabeth Waffer.
“…you didn’t misunderstand the place for the interview did you?”
Azel asked cautiously. Erzebet laughed covering her mouth.
“It’s an interview for the Dragon Expedition right? Even if it looks like this it knows how to fight.”
Azel flipped through the papers.
“Uh um. I don’t have any experience madam. Could you show me some skills?”
Wedge liquid!
puck!
A fork flew out of nowhere and hit the wall right next to Azel’s face. The wall suddenly cracked and Eisel’s eyes rolled over as she watched in disbelief.
Elizabeth gave a bloody laugh.
“Madame? I’m fifteen?”
‘Don’t overdo it!’
Only Simon was sweating profusely and anxious. Eisel trembled as she curled up in her body as if she had relived a memory of her old school days.
It was the eye that saw an overwhelming predator.
“For someone who can fight you don’t feel the pitch darkness.”
Simon who came back to his senses belatedly said with a forced smile.
“If it’s unmanned you have to test it with an object next to it. Well if it sounds difficult you can just go.”
Don’t use Legion’s Darkness.
please just go
was conveyed implicitly but it seemed that Elizabeth had no intention of going. He cupped my cheeks with both of his hands and crossed his legs embarrassedly.
“Oh my combat is not my specialty… Shall we give it a shot?”
Elizabeth came to the measurement artifact.
Soon he spread his palms out.
“sleep…!”
Simon got up and tried to stop him but it was too late. Elizabeth’s palm slapped the artifact.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The entire office was shaken and a gale blew in.
The office worker collapsed on the floor and Azel fell over on her chair.
“?!”
The artifact had disappeared in the distance before I knew it and there was a huge hole in the wall of the building. The interviewees who would have been caught in line while standing in line watched the scene with their mouths wide open.
“Oh shame on you.”
She wiped her hands and laughed.
“Am I passing?”
“Ha… Passed! Passed!”
Eisel who suddenly stood up gave a standing ovation and shouted.
Simon covered his forehead and murmured quietly.
“I’m sorry… Uh… Bz…”
NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 895
