The scene was already quiet. Due to the appearance of Lucien, a stranger, some magicians and apprentices were vigilantly checking their surroundings, fearing that they would be ambushed by the church.
In the cold gazes of other magicians, in the curious, excited, or bloodthirsty eyes of most magic apprentices, in the eyes of Fatty and others who were chattering teeth and about to open their mouths to clear the relationship, Lucien was calm.
He took out the invitation letter and said: "I am the specially invited guest of Viscount Carnaldia."
Seeing Lucien explaining his reasons calmly and calmly, the mummy-like old man in the lead softened his expression a little and motioned to the magic apprentice next to him to take the invitation and unfold it.
The tall black top hat was slightly tilted, like the corners of the mouth, giving people a strange sense of humor. The leading old man glanced at the other magicians around him: "This invitation is not sent by me. You guys
Woolen cloth?"
The other magicians looked at the invitations held by the apprentices in front of their chests, and shook their heads one after another: "It's not the invitations we sent out, the marks are completely different."
The old man twitched his stiff facial muscles like a mummy: "Sir, your invitation was indeed not stolen from anyone else, but it cannot be proven that it was sent by Viscount Carenildia. In order to ensure everyone's safety, we will wait together.
Viscount Calunildia and Steward Ned, please confirm? You can call me Cesi, a four-ring magician."
Sisi was always a little afraid of this mysterious magician.
"Mr. Sethi, as a guest who takes the liberty of participating, I have no objection. You can call me 'Professor'." Lucien replied with a good attitude.
The necromancer with a gloomy habit nodded slightly: "Mr. Professor, we are very satisfied with your cooperation. By the way, are you an official magician?"
Through the conversation and Lucien's attitude, Sisi probably believed that he was a guest invited by Viscount Carenildia, so he asked about the other person's identity to confirm his attitude. Apprentices and formal magicians are on completely different levels.
However, when he was still a stranger, he couldn't directly inquire about the other person's level, so he could only ask vaguely.
"Of course." Lucien replied simply and concisely.
The attitude of Sisi and other necromancers became more relaxed, and they said politely: "I hope that I can exchange magic knowledge with you, Mr. Professor, at the banquet."
They did not doubt that Lucien was fake, because the difference in magic knowledge between a formal magician and an apprentice was obvious from just a few words of conversation, so this was at least a guest with sufficient strength and status.
The magic apprentices such as "Fat Man" and "Bread" were a little surprised. The professor who had talked to them and others kindly before turned out to be an official magician?! His attitude towards the apprentices was completely different from the arrogant and gloomy magician next to him.
Adults!
"Actually, I am not a necromancer." Lucien did not hide this. Although he had read the "Necronomicon" and had a good understanding of the structure of the human body, he habitually relied on the knowledge of his previous life to analyze the soul and consciousness.
As long as reasonable assumptions can be made, there is no difference in necromancy magic from an apprentice who comes into contact with it for the first time.
Moreover, according to the records in the "Book of the Dead", whether they meditate or learn magic, they need to be exposed to rotting corpses for a long time, which can easily infect themselves with terrible toxins and filth. In addition to relying on advancement to resist,
There are only a few potions that can be used for treatment, so Lucien, who has studied the "Book of Astrology and Elements", has no idea of risking the study of the "Book of the Necromancer" for the time being, and only copied a few necromantic magics that are not too disgusting.
Analysis.
Sethi's mummy-like face showed surprise again: "You are not a necromancer. Why are you taking the risk to participate in the feast of death? Want to exchange materials and items? Learn some necromancy magic?"
Other necromancers and apprentices also find it a bit strange. Magicians who specialize in necromancy are often rejected by their counterparts in other disciplines, thinking that they are dirty, smelly and evil.
Before Lucien could answer, the castle door made a heavy friction sound, and Butler Ned, who paid attention to etiquette, appeared at the door.
He was still wearing the same clothes Lucien saw last time, and he spoke slowly and solemnly: "Mr. Professor is indeed the master's special guest."
"Since it was invited by Lord Viscount, we can rest assured." Sisi said on behalf of all the apprentices.
Ned nodded slightly: "And the professor also comes from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council and is a powerful magician."
"Headquarters of the Continental Magic Council? Is it powerful?" Necromancers, apprentices who deal with corpses all year round, are more or less gloomy. Even after hearing this unexpected news, they only looked at Lucien in a low voice.
The old necromancer Sisi sensitively noticed the word "ye" in Butler Ned's mouth, and asked in confusion: "Why is there another magician from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council?" He who often avoids the church seems to smell something.
It smells of conspiracy and struggle.
"Mr. Professor just happened to meet him while passing by." Steward Ned said the truth that no one believed. "Furthermore, his strength is recognized and he has been included in the 'Purification Sequence' by the church, ranking 350
Nine."
"What? Purification sequence?!"
Even the gloomy Necromancer couldn't help but get agitated in the face of this explosive news. Although they didn't know exactly which powerful people were on the list of purification sequence, they all knew that they could be on this list, without exception.
It is a high-level existence that can influence or even destroy a country.
In this regard, the church’s “credibility” has always been good.
The eyes they looked at Lucien became extremely awed, especially when they thought of the impolite surrounding just now, many necromancers were even a little uneasy. They had never seen a big shot who had gone through the purification sequence. This man was at least a high-level one.
Are you a magician?!
Sisi did not doubt Butler Ned's words. He thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Professor, please forgive us for our rudeness just now. We have always longed for the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council."
He suspected that the professor in front of him was not on good terms with Felipe, who initiated the Death Feast, and was probably involved in a fight within the Magic Council, so he apologized on the basis of respecting the Continental Magic Council, which would not offend either party.
"It doesn't matter. In fact, if you can't find the stranger, I will be very disappointed." After Lucien assumed the identity of a professor, he could only continue to maintain the tone of a strong and important person.
Butler Ned interjected: "Mr. Professor, Master, please go to the study to meet us first. Mr. Felipe is also here. Mr. Sisi, you can go to the hall under the guidance of the waiter."
Although Lucien absolutely did not want to have a close conversation with Mr. Felipe, without a suitable excuse, he could only follow Butler Ned and walk towards the study through the thick and terrifying darkness.
Seeing the mysterious back of Mr. "Professor" who was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin but disappeared into the darkness, the fat man couldn't help but whistle in his heart and said to his companions around him: "Wow, purification sequence, it feels really good."
cool!"
"I hope one day I can also be on the list of the purification sequence." The tall and thin "Red Wine" said with envy.
Other necromancers and apprentices seemed to have similar emotions. The "purification sequence" used by the church to eliminate dangerous objects became something worth showing off in their eyes.
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In the study room on an unknown floor in the castle, Viscount Carenoldia and another man in a red shirt and black jacket had been standing by the window watching what was happening below, and the whole process came into their eyes.
"It seems that Mr. Professor is a not-so-powerful magician." Viscount Carenoldia commented easily when he saw that Lucien did not use his strength to intimidate him, but instead took out the invitation letter in a polite manner. He was holding something in his hand.
Enjoy a glass of slightly rippling red wine, leisurely and at ease.
The man next to him has black hair, black eyes, a high nose and thin lips, a handsome but sickly face, wearing a black shirt with leg-of-mutton sleeves, and a black windbreaker that is rare in mainland countries. He always seems to be so gloomy and authentic:
"The evaluation of the church's purification sequence is that he is extremely cunning and very dangerous. The scope of his strength cannot be judged from his acting style."
"Yes, since the Will of the Elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm dare to send a professor here, it means that they believe that they have enough strength to fight against you, Mr. Felipe. If you do it rashly, you will be in great danger. Haha
, It’s really an embarrassing thing.” Viscount Carenoldia said in a bystander’s tone, fearing that the matter would not become a big deal.
Felipe looked back at his entourage, then took a sip of red wine: "The Elemental Will certainly doesn't know my current strength, but I also don't know the level of this mysterious professor. Who is Larry?
Timothy or Ulysses?”
He casually counted the opponents in the Will of Elements and Holm Royal Magic Court who were roughly equal to his strength, but there was no one who qualified as a professor, so he shook his head and said: "Although the word professor is a coined word, it can be derived from it.
It can be seen from the meaning that this gentleman is subconsciously proud of his arcane level, so his magic level is not much higher than the arcane level, or even the same..."
Felipe didn't say any more, but two pale flames danced in his eyes.
Viscount Karenldia took a sip of red wine and changed the subject: "I heard that Mr. Lucien Evans was also in the Principality of Djibouti during this time. Haha, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha is really worried about her little lover.
Please teach such a strong person to protect you secretly, and it will happen to meet your death feast."
"Given Natasha's relationship with that person, it's not surprising to ask the professor. Hum, if it wasn't for the professor's request, how could Lucien Evans, a great musician, take such a barren and remote route in the central and southern part of the mainland!" Fei
Lippe didn't believe it was a coincidence.
No one would mistake Lucien, who has just grown up, and a professor who is close to an advanced level in strength as the same person. Even though Felipe has always been confident, he only achieved what he has today at the age of twenty-nine.
In their eyes, the church's purification sequence is something worthy of belief.
…………
Lucien, led by Butler Ned, came to the study room where he was last time.
The layout of the room remained unchanged, but there were two more people inside. In addition to the Viscount Carnaldia whom Lucien knew, there was also a young man with a pale face who looked like a vampire in rumors, and a muscular man with a beard.
A tall, stocky middle-aged man.
"Are you Mr. Professor? I am Felipe." Felipe smiled gloomily, his eyes dancing with pale flames, looking at Lucien intently.
Lucien suddenly felt a great sense of fear and danger, because Mr. Felipe radiated his hostility without reservation, which was extremely cold and biting, and the pressure he exerted on him was second only to Camille's time.
The momentum after elementalization!
"Even if his strength is not high-level, I'm afraid it's already close!"
"Why does he have such strong and obvious hostility? Is there a fierce battle between the Will of the Elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm and the forces he represents?!"
"It seems that the fox's false power has hit the iron plate. Hey, any strategy is inseparable from sufficient information!"
Lucien had countless self-deprecating thoughts in his mind, but the many dangers he had experienced allowed Lucien to remain calm and calm, knowing that if he was exposed at this time, it would probably not end well.
"Since he is an enemy, why doesn't he just take action?"
"Unless he is also afraid of 'Professor'!"
Calmness made Lucien clear-headed and he thought of the key point, so he smiled gently and said: "Hello, Mr. Felipe, I have often heard about your reputation." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better updates of the novel.