——Please update the recommended tickets in advance on Monday~
…………………………………………………………………………
Near the sparkling lake, with its back against a steep mountain cliff, stands a dark and gloomy castle covered with vines, with towering spiers rising into the sky, like a dark forest.
Lucien, who was behind the boulder in the distance, looked at the Carenldia castle, which clearly had the architectural style of the Magic Empire in the Dark Ages. He took a deep breath, moved the "Ice Avenger" ring to the ring finger of his left hand, and then took it.
He took out the "Holm Crown" award ring "Mo" given by Natasha and put it on the more obvious position of his left index finger, but the front side with the word "Mo" engraved on it was turned to the belly of his finger by Lucien.
Facing unknown dangers, the castle owner who may be terrifying, and the Necromancer from the Continental Magic Council, Lucien must use all resources to improve his safety.
After entering the spellcasting focus and becoming as calm as ice and snow, Lucien walked out from behind the boulder and walked toward the Castle of Carenldia like a stroll.
The cool night breeze of June blew away the heat of the day, and only the sound of insects could be heard intermittently. Lucien reached the gate of the castle without any obstruction or movement.
He calmly stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, and knocked on the door made of thick iron wood with a rhythmic "dong-dong-dong" sound.
After knocking nine times three times in a row, Lucien stopped knocking on the door and waited quietly.
After maybe two or three minutes, the castle door slowly creaked, and then there was a heavy sound of friction with the ground.
Two or three strong men may not be able to pull this door, but the one who opened it was an old man with light brown hair wearing a black soft hat, black formal suit and white shirt. He strictly abided by the etiquette of the nobility in every move, and used
The standard Continental Common Tongue accent asked: "Excuse me, sir, who are you? Why do you come to Caronldia Castle?"
Without taking any direct action, the matter was almost half successful. Lucien smiled politely and said: "Dear Mr. Butler, I am a magician traveling through the Principality of Djibouti..."
At this point, Lucien paused, and seeing that the old butler's expression was still serious, he continued: "I met a group of robbers in the wilds of Longya Town. They tried to rob me, but I killed them one by one.
But to my surprise, I found an invitation letter from a robber. It was a gentleman from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council inviting the necromancers and apprentices from the former Wilfrid territory to your castle to participate in the 'Feast of Death'
Party letter.”
"I thought it might be that some unfortunate magic apprentice was killed by robbers and found the letter. Fortunately, they didn't know the writing. And I was very interested in the 'Death Feast', so I followed the apprentice's own record on the invitation letter.
Please forgive me for visiting the address of the ancient castle of Caronldia."
"Dear guest, what is the symbol on the invitation?" The old butler's expression did not change at all, as if he was not facing an evil and terrifying magician, but an ordinary businessman or traveler.
Although the old butler couldn't see the face behind the black hood, Lucien still maintained a perfect etiquette smile: "There is a black six-pointed star on the invitation."
The old butler nodded gently: "Dear guest, please allow me to report to my master."
He held up a white candle embedded in the candlestick, turned and walked towards the depths of the eerie and dark castle in the dim yellowish light.
Lucien stood there, waiting there without taking a step forward.
The old butler seemed to be walking very slowly, but not long after his figure disappeared into the darkness, the dim candlelight lit up again, and then he walked slowly and staggeringly in front of Lucien.
"Dear guest, you have very good manners and know how to respect others." The old butler narrowed his eyes and looked at Lucien's feet that had not moved. "My master, Viscount Carenoldia, invites you to meet in the study.
Please follow me. Please be sure to follow me closely and don’t get lost in the darkness, as that will be very dangerous.”
Lucien put his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Viscount Carenildia, for forgiving me for being presumptuous."
The old butler said nothing. He turned around and walked slowly while holding the candlestick. Lucien followed quickly.
When they were far away from the castle gate, the darkness on both sides suddenly began to squirm, but when Lucien looked at it seriously, they were calm and deep and dark again.
Lucien's destiny star, strong mental power and 'vigilance' intuition combined with a keen sense make him always believe that there are countless terrifying and dangerous things hidden in the darkness that is not illuminated by candlelight.
The masses of darkness seemed to be alive and "swayed normally" with the illumination of the candlelight. Lucien felt a little frightened and his skin tightened, and he did not dare to follow the old housekeeper carelessly.
After an unknown amount of time, the old housekeeper suddenly stopped, and then pushed forward. A door slowly opened, bright yellow light shone out, and all the darkness subsided.
"Dear guest, please." The old butler half-bowed, bending his right hand and extending it straight, signaling Lucien to go in first.
Lucien nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Butler." Then he walked into the room calmly and decisively.
Thick dark yellow carpets, gold-carved coat racks, more than a dozen silver candlesticks inlaid on the walls on both sides, desks and bookcases made of dark red precious wood, and the ornate details everywhere all show the owner's passion.
Taste leans toward luxury.
Sitting on a set of red leather sofas in front of the desk was a blond man with golden eyes wearing a black shirt and a red coat. He had deep features, was handsome and full of masculine flavor.
"Hello, Mr. Magician." The handsome blond man leaned lazily on the sofa, with no intention of standing up to greet him. The old butler who strictly followed etiquette quickly walked up to him and whispered in his ear.
: "Master, please maintain noble etiquette."
Lucien politely replied: "Hello, Lord Viscount Carnaldia, thank you for not minding my presumptuous visit."
Viscount Karenldia turned his head and chuckled at the old butler: "Butler Ned, you see, Mr. Magician doesn't mind if I sit here. Please relax."
"It would be nice if the Earl was here, he is a model of elegance and nobility..." the old butler muttered, and stood beside Viscount Carnaldia and stopped talking.
Viscount Karenldia held his forehead and made a sad gesture: "But I only have a vague impression of grandpa, how can I learn his etiquette?" Then he pointed to the sofa: "Mr. Magician, please sit down. Yours
I already know your purpose, but how can I believe that you are not the night watchman of the church? They have no shortage of magicians who have surrendered."
Even when the church was mentioned, he looked like he didn't care much and flicked his right finger on the armrest of the sofa.
Lucien calmly said the answer he had prepared: "My nickname is 'Professor'."
"Professor? The 359th professor in the church's purification sequence?!" Viscount Karenldia's lazy expression disappeared and he asked solemnly. Because everyone in the church's purification sequence is a terrifying powerhouse.
Such as Grand Arcanist, Legendary Magician, Cardinal of Northern Truth, Ancient Dragon, Vampire Ancestor, Werewolf Prince, Kuo Tao Fishman Royal Family, Cult Leader, etc., at best they are at the level of Heavenly Knight. The professor can use the skills of an intermediate magician
The fact that his strength is on this list is enough to show that he is extraordinary and may have the strength to rival a high-level magician.
"He really knows." Lucien breathed a sigh of relief. People at the lower level of the magic apprentice level, and even ordinary magicians may not know the list of the church's purification sequence. If they are not Viscount Carenildia, who has a certain status and strength,
Strong people, when they reported the code name of "Professor", it was probably just regarded as a new word: "Yes, I am a professor who returned to the eastern part of the continent from Aalto."
Viscount Karenldia looked Lucien up and down, his eyes suddenly focused, and he saw the ring on his left index finger gently caressing his right hand, and then showed a lazy smile again: "Haha, even I can't
Going through the purification sequence of the church, Mr. Professor, you must have extraordinary strength. But, how do you prove that you are a professor?"
Lucien leaned back on the sofa leisurely and asked without answering: "Sir Viscount, how do you need me to prove it?"
Viscount Karenldia nodded: "I heard, Professor, that you created a unique magic that can directly destroy houses and other buildings. There is no similar magic even in the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council. So I want to ask Professor
Sir, please show it, it can best prove your identity."
Lucien stood up and pointed to the study: "Is it right here?"
"Mr. Professor, you are free to do as you like." Viscount Karenldia squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa.
Lucien walked to the wall, spent some time calculating the frequency range, put his hands up, and then opened his mouth to let out a silent scream.
Waves of fluctuations were introduced from Lucien's hands into the castle, and vibration information was fed back from the castle. Lucien then adjusted the frequency of the fluctuations based on this feedback.
Not long after, the castle began to shake noticeably, but the shaking was far from severe. It was just like the feeling of rowing on the lake.
"This castle must be equipped with many powerful magic arrays, and the resonance hand alone cannot even make it vibrate violently." Lucien guessed in his mind.
At this time, the applause of Viscount Karenldia came from behind. He clapped his hands gently and said with a smile: "It is indeed a magical and unique magic. In fact, Mr. Professor, you can make my castle shake. I
It just feels incredible.”
Lucien took the opportunity to stop, turned around and said with a smile: "Does this prove my identity?"
"Of course, I'm sure you are Mr. Professor." Viscount Carenoldia motioned Lucien to sit down and talk, "Mr. Professor, you already know the time and place of the Death Feast. I will let Butler Ned make it again.
I’ll give you an invitation letter, so you can just come over and attend. Haha, if you are willing to be a guest in my castle until the banquet starts, then you don’t need an invitation letter.”
Lucien shook his head and said: "Thank you, Lord Viscount, for your kindness. I still have some things to deal with and will not be able to come over until then. However, if the time and location of the Death Feast are changed, how should I know?"
After hearing Lucien's answer, Butler Ned immediately walked to the desk to prepare an invitation letter. Viscount Calendia thought for a moment and said, "I told Mr. Professor that you left message marks in two local magic circles." The location, if any, will be mentioned above."
Then, he told Lucien one by one about the two places in Corser City and the meaning of the marks, and finally said with a funny smile: "I look forward to your participation, Mr. Professor. If you can come one day early, and that It would be better if we have a long exchange with Mr. Felipe, who is also from the headquarters of the Magic Council. You are all young people, full of energy, and it is time to get together like this. And I am also very interested in the knowledge of arcana and magic. "
"Young man?" Lucien looked at Viscount Carnaldia in confusion. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)