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Chapter 4 Invitation Letter

Hearing Chris' pleading, Lucien's smiling expression remained unchanged and his tone was gentle and honest: "If your news is valuable, I will consider it as appropriate. The right to judge is in my hands. You can choose to say it or not."

Although Chris was frightened and sweating, his tears were more of a show of begging for mercy. At this time, he did not dare to hesitate or protest, and said hastily: "Master Knight, I stole an invitation a few days ago.

, maybe you will be interested."

As an outstanding thief, Chris never gave up his efforts to find an opportunity to escape from the moment Lucien pointed his sword at his throat. However, when he thought that he was facing a real knight who had inspired the power of his blood, he did not dare to rush into it.

In terms of action, his proud agility and speed are ridiculously inferior in front of the knights. Unless there is no hope of even begging for mercy, he will take the risk and make a last ditch effort.

"Invitation letter?" Lucien was slightly confused, "Why do you think I would be interested?"

Seeing that Lucien did not take action, Chris gradually restrained his fear and fear, and stated clearly: "Because it looks like an invitation to a gathering of low-level black magicians, this will be the hero left by you, Lord Knight."

A great opportunity for legends!" He thought of many rumors, regarding Lucien as the kind of knight who followed ancient precepts and traveled around the continent after being promoted.

"Low-level black magician? What's the content of the invitation? Why didn't you report it directly to the church? I think that would get you a generous reward." Lucien suddenly felt uncomfortable when he heard that he was a magician.

Small interests and questions.

Under Lucien's close gaze, Chris took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the slit of his belt and handed it over: "Honorable Lord Knight, this is the invitation letter."

"A mysterious traveler came to Longya Town a few days ago. Since he spent a lot of money, I quietly followed him away, hoping to find an opportunity to steal something. As a result, he did not take the main road, but walked through the surrounding mountains and forests. I happened to

I saw him using evil and terrifying black magic to kill several wild beasts that tried to attack him."

Lucien shook the paper open with his left hand and recorded it in the Soul Library with a glance:

"When the silver moon rises on the second Friday of July, a feast of death will be held in Carenldia Castle to welcome a gentleman from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council. The former Wilfrid Territory

Magicians and magic apprentices, this will be the beginning of your bright future."

There was no title or signature. This was a strange banquet letter. However, Lucien was still full of interest because it seemed that he could get in touch with the magicians sent by the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council. In this way, when he arrived at Sturke, the Pearl of the Sea, he

No more searching for contacts.

Seeing that Lucien's expression did not change, Chris continued his story: "There was another team of adventurers who were following the mysterious traveler at that time. After seeing the evil black magic, they thought they were sure to kill the traveler.

Therefore, they kept driving wild beasts to consume the opponent's magic, and then began to raid and kill. Unfortunately, they underestimated the terrifying black magic that could summon the dead, and instead the traveler gained the upper hand. However, when they were both injured, they were attacked by nearby

The robbers noticed the movement and came over, killing him together. I seized the opportunity and stole the valuable items from the traveler's body, including this letter."

"These bandits are so lucky..." Lucien sighed with emotion at the pitiful experience of the magic apprentice, and then asked Chris again: "Why didn't you report it to the church? Do you know the Castle of Carenldia?"

Lucien was no stranger to Wilfrid's territory, because it was clear from ancient documents and historical records that Wilfrid was one of several legendary necromancers who ruled the central and southern parts of the continent during the ancient Magic Empire.

Unfortunately, he fell under the siege of the Cardinal of the Church, and even the demiplane magic tower was destroyed.

"I am a thief who walks in darkness and shadows. If the church finds out, I will definitely be hanged, so..." Chris is quite proud of his identity as a thief, "I'm sorry, dear knight, I don't

I know where the Castle of Carenldia is. In fact, I have asked in the Adventurer’s Guild and Thieves Guild of Koser City. No one knows the location of this castle. They have not even heard of this castle.

.I think it’s probably an internal code name among the black magicians.”

Since thieves also often use code names, Chris immediately connected with this.

Lucien felt disappointed in his heart. No one knew about the Castle of Carnaldia. It seemed that he was going to miss this opportunity. Moreover, he was not familiar with the place in the Principality of Djibouti, so it was difficult to find clues.

However, Lucien still had a gentle and calm smile on his face: "I'm very satisfied with the news. By the way, Chris, you haven't told anyone else, have you?"

"Your satisfaction, Lord Knight, is my honor." Chris breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he could save his hands. Then he smiled ingratiatingly, "I haven't found a buyer for this news yet. If you order me, Lord Knight, I will

I will keep it buried in my heart so that you can complete the heroic epic by yourself."

Lucien nodded: "Well done." Then the sword was sent out, and it plunged into Chris's throat coldly.

Chris stared at Lucien in disbelief, his throat roaring, and he asked as if shouting in his heart: "How did things become like this? Why did you kill me?! Aren't you a knight who abides by the creed?!

"

Lucien took back his sword and said calmly: "You know too much."

Although the possibility of finding the Castle of Calunldia is very small, if there is a chance to go there, then Chris, who knows this invitation letter, is the source of danger, because it is unclear when he will sell the information.

This attracted the attention of the church.

As long as it was not his friend or an innocent person, Lucien felt less and less guilty about killing people.

His eyes gradually lost their luster, and Chris fell on the wooden board of the carriage without a look in his eyes. If he had known that this would happen, he might as well have chosen to leave his left hand in the first place.

Sometimes begging for mercy and exchange is not necessarily a better choice than directly accepting punishment.

Flames appeared from his fingers and burned the invitation. Lucien pushed open the carriage window and shouted softly: "Betty."

Betty, the half-elf girl who was keeping watch at night, except for the occasional yawn, had been observing her surroundings closely according to the method taught by her brother-in-law Simon, guarding against sneak attacks by wild beasts or robbers. However, Lucien's sudden call from behind startled her.

The stick he was holding to stir the campfire almost fell into the fire.

When she realized that it was her employer's voice and not the ghosts and ghosts in the legends of witches and black magicians who called people by name, Betty patted her chest and complained in her heart: "It really scared me to death!"

She turned around and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Evans, what can I do?"

"Come here in the carriage, I have something to tell you." Lucien said in a low voice.

Betty subconsciously took two steps and suddenly remembered what her sister and brother-in-law had mentioned. Many female adventurers and mercenaries with good looks or figures were always harassed and raped by their employers. But now in the dead of night, Mr. Evans

Call yourself to his carriage...

So she stopped suddenly, her face and smile stiffened: "Mr. Evans, if you have anything to say, please tell me directly?"

Although if the employer is generous and not too annoying, some open-minded female adventurers who do not have a partner do not mind having a relationship. After all, in the lonely and difficult career of an adventurer, they can not only enjoy physical pleasure, but also

Many people can't refuse something where they can get generous rewards. Although Mr. Evans is young, handsome, elegant in conversation, and generous in giving, even if he doesn't take the initiative to have sex, there are many female adventurers who are willing to share the joy with him, but they belong to them, and they are their own.

But very conservative!

"You need to take care of a small matter." Lucien pointed to the carriage without teasing the innocent girl, "A thief has sneaked in."

"What?!" Betty almost screamed, but she immediately covered her mouth, looked left and right, found that her sister and brother-in-law had not been awakened, and hurried to the carriage.

When she opened the car door and walked into the car, Betty suddenly thought in annoyance: "Is there really a thief? Could it be that Mr. Evans deliberately deceived me into a lie? If, if he wants to do something, should I refuse sternly, or should I say no?

How about shouting loudly? Or just knocking him out?"

Betty, who was nervous and anxious, saw that there was indeed a thief in black lying in the carriage, and Lucien was politely sitting beside him, so she really felt relieved, but she was also a little disappointed. Don't she have any charm? Mr. Evans didn't notice at all.

Don’t like yourself?

"Chris? He's a thief?!" The slight disappointment was quickly washed away by surprise, "He's dead? Did you kill him, Mr. Evans?"

Lucien smiled and said: "He wanted to come in and steal my long sword, but his movement was a little too heavy and woke me up, so I killed him in a sneak attack."

Betty originally wanted to say something, but when she heard this, she looked up in shock and saw that Lucien did not have the fear and guilt that an ordinary noble young master would have after killing someone, and was as calm and natural as during the day.

Recalling that even though Chris was not a two-handed giant sword warrior, his pace and agility were extraordinary, and his strength was not much worse than that of her sister and brother-in-law. She whispered with understanding: "Mr. Evans, your strength is

I’m afraid it’s not bad.”

He should be a high-ranking knight's squire, right? Mr. Evans is so impressive at such a young age, it's really admirable.

"Betty, please take care of this body." Lucien did not answer, but pointed at Chris who was lying down. Apart from thieves' tools, this guy only had a few silver coins with him.

Only then did Betty remember what she was going to say before, and she sneered apologetically: "Mr. Evans, I apologize to you. It was my negligence in keeping watch that allowed Chris to sneak in. But can you not tell my sister, I don't want to let him sneak in?"

She was disappointed and scolded. I will learn my lesson myself." I begged with crystal clear eyes.

Lucien chuckled lightly and put his finger on his lips: "Shh, just dispose of the body quietly so your sister won't know."

"Really? Mr. Evans, you are such a good person." Betty smiled happily, not feeling any discomfort because of Chris's death. Being caught by such a thief usually results in death.

Watching Betty gently pick up the body and walk outside, Lucien suddenly asked: "Betty, do you know the Castle of Caronldia?"

"No. I don't remember a castle with this name." Betty frowned and thought carefully.

Lucien nodded slightly disappointedly.

Betty, who was quite experienced as an adventurer, quickly disposed of Chris' body without disturbing anyone. When they continued to move forward the next day, except for the two bards who were a little surprised that Chris left without saying goodbye, everyone else

She didn't care, but Betty was grateful for Lucien's confidentiality and became more enthusiastic and respectful towards him.

On the evening of the third day, the carriage drove to a fork in the road. To the north was Gray Mist Town, which has a deep mountain logging field, and to the northeast was Nice Town, which had iron mines. Both of them could reach Coser City, but the former was more remote.

The road is more difficult and few people walk that way.

Because Lina was going to Gray Mist Town, the adventurer team chose to go north at the fork in the road. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)


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