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Chapter 19 The Feast of Death

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A smile appeared on Felipe's pale, undead face: "Mr. Professor, you really have extraordinary insights and unique perspectives in the field of elemental magic. I think a person like you will never be without fame and status. In fact, I am very

I’m curious, are you the ones I’m familiar with?”

The higher his evaluation of the professor's arcane skills, the less sure he was of his true strength and he became a little hesitant. Although he has always been confident, he has no doubt that his own strength is definitely the most powerful among high-level magicians.

First level, but a magician with such a high arcane level and knowledge may not be much worse than myself. If they really want to fight, it seems that both sides will be easily injured.

When Lucien heard Felipe's evaluation, he understood that he had been fooled, and replied with a smile in his deliberately changed voice: "Maybe when I become a high-level magician and can meet him in Arlinge, I

I will consider telling Felipe you."

The word "Sir" was not used, implying that the two had indeed met at the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council and were familiar people. Lucien thought that he should have his own level of judgment on the purification sequence, so he did not hide it and showed that he still did not care.

Before he became a high-level magician, he used such a frank and confident attitude to make Felipe feel that his strength was mysterious and unpredictable.

Felipe's aura suddenly became dangerous, and he seemed to be ready to take action!

Lucien remained calm on the surface, but his heart became increasingly tense. His pretense and all responses were based on the fact that the other party was a sufficiently rational and clear-headed magician. Such a person knew how to weigh the pros and cons and the comparison of strength, but

If the opponent has hidden adventurous or crazy tendencies, then he is in great danger! With his own strength and magic items, it is absolutely difficult to compete with a senior three-ring magician, let alone an existence like Felipe who is likely to be close to a high level.

"It is rumored that necromancers are crazier than magicians of other departments." An inexplicable thought flashed through Lucien's mind.

The atmosphere became silent and stagnant. The seemingly leisurely Viscount Carnaldia also stopped tasting red wine and became fully alert. Although he was unwilling to get involved in the Magic Council's affairs, this was his castle after all, and it was destroyed.

It would be a heavy loss.

The more dangerous and critical the situation was, the more Lucien calmed down and calmed down. He calmly picked up the black tea that Butler Ned put on the coffee table and took a sip: "Felipe, if you don't have the element...

Regarding other issues in the field, I would like to talk to you about the ancient unique magic of the necromancy system."

Since he is testing his own level, he must have a corresponding attitude. To retreat blindly at this time would not be consistent with his status as a "spoiler."

"He wants to test my magic strength? Isn't he worried that I will take the opportunity to learn the unique necromancy magic he wants to discuss?" Felipe, who was confused, lost his dangerous aura, "Unless he thinks I can't learn it at all!

There are only two possibilities for learning, either the structure of this unique magic can be broken down and it is difficult to deduce the whole from one part, or I will be a dead person, and dead people cannot learn any magic secretly! Hum, teach you

Are you looking down on me so much?"

Felipe, who had been silent for dozens of seconds with his eyes squinted, was about to speak when he suddenly heard the voice of Viscount Carnaldia: "Haha, gentlemen, the time for the Death Feast is almost here, do you have anything to discuss?

We can wait and see."

His magnetic voice broke the extremely oppressive atmosphere in the study room, causing Felipe to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "I was so immersed in the discussion with Mr. Professor that I didn't notice the time."

Suddenly almost collapsed, the weak Lucien forced himself to hold on and stood up with a smile: "Me too."

"Butler Ned, please take Mr. Professor to the hall first. I have something to do to delay Mr. Felipe for two or three minutes." Viscount Carenoldia placed the red wine glass on the window sill, walked towards Felipe with his long legs.

After Lucien and Ned left the study, Viscount Carenoldia looked at Felipe and smiled: "Mr. Felipe, maybe you don't care, but this is the castle left by my grandfather.

It’s something I cherish very much, so if you really want to fight, please do it quickly, otherwise don’t blame me for asking you to go out and continue.”

Felipe lowered his head and smiled: "Although I often lose control of my emotions, I still know how to respect my master. Don't worry, Viscount, if I really want to take action, I will either be able to kill the professor within thirty seconds, or he will touch me and

The bottom line of the organization cannot be retreated any longer."

In the slightly crazy Felipe's dictionary, the word "respect the master" needs to be preceded by "this master has enough strength to deserve respect." Although the Viscount Carenildia is not a high-level vampire, his strength is not

Not bad, this is the inside of his castle. If he really wants to fight, he may not be able to win.

"Mr. Felipe, it's great that you can be considerate. I will also advise Mr. Professor." Viscount Calendar walked towards the door of the study.

Felipe followed Cleveland slowly, his expression as gloomy and pale as ever.

"Teacher, why don't you just test it out? The professor is obviously afraid of you because of his shady appearance." Cleveland, a middle-aged man who is tall and strong and at least twice as old as Felipe, addressed Teacher Felipe as

There is no grudge. In the world of magic, if you have enough strength and knowledge, you will receive corresponding respect and treatment. "And he will definitely try to sabotage your arrangement."

Felipe shook his head: "Fortunately, I tried the test and didn't go crazy and take action directly. Now my evaluation of the professor's strength has been raised to a higher level. No wonder he can enter the church's purification sequence. As long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, it's best

Don't risk fighting him." He still had enough confidence in his own strength, thinking that the reason why he didn't go through the purification sequence was simply because he didn't do anything that would hurt the church's nerves.

After a pause, Felipe glanced sideways at Cleveland, as if he was about to teach him a few words, but after he opened his mouth, he still put his hands in his windbreaker pockets gloomily and walked forward in silence.

The organization's affairs are the organization's affairs, and your own affairs are your own affairs. The two require different attitudes.

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Following the serious but few-worded Butler Ned, Lucien felt that his legs were almost weak. When facing a magician like Felipe who seemed both rational and crazy, but also powerful, pretending and pretending were an incomparable test.

will and spirit.

"The organization that is hostile to the Will of the Elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm seems to be called the 'Pale Hand'. It sounds like an organization among necromancers. Is Felipe holding the death feast to recruit people?"

"Under such circumstances, Felipe must not be asked directly about the identity of the liaison in Sturk City, because as an 'intermediate magician' he can fly across the Storm Strait on his own."

"Try it out if you have the chance, and never take risks if you don't have the chance. Anyway, there is still hope of finding out when we get to Sturk. Haha, I got involved in such a serious and dangerous situation for this matter, and it is very likely that I will come back empty-handed.

.I just hope Felipe can speak out for himself."

Countless thoughts emerged and then passed, and Lucien walked into the hall calmly and speechlessly.

The smell of decay hit his nose, making Lucien suddenly feel like he was in a cemetery.

The decoration in the hall is like an Aalto noble holding a ball. The wide and bright space, the long table filled with food, cleverly stacked wine glasses, waiters walking around with trays, melodious music, etc. are all so elegant and comfortable.

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The only incongruity is the eerie black-robed mage and apprentices. While communicating with each other while carrying food and wine glasses, they occasionally take out white brains, dead eyes, and brittle skulls from their pockets.

, rotten hearts and complete baby corpses and other materials and items are exchanged for things or money that one needs. This is a very rare occasion where there are so many apprentices and magicians.

Although he is not afraid of corpses and has played with internal organs before, it was only on a special occasion. Therefore, when Lucien saw this scene, he immediately lost his appetite and sighed slightly in his heart: "Magicians are despised by people across the continent.

As a symbol of evil, the performance of the Necromancer is definitely the most important factor."

"Hello, Mr. Professor."

"Mr. Professor."



When each magic apprentice saw Lucien passing by, they quickly bowed their heads and greeted him humbly and in awe. This was a powerful and powerful man!

Lucien nodded slightly, picked up a glass of water from the waiter's tray, and walked around the hall, thinking about how to face Felipe next.

"Mr. Professor..." A familiar voice reached Lucien's ears, and he realized that he had walked in front of the magic apprentice "Fat Man" and the others.

They were squatting in a corner of the hall, with several relatively well-preserved corpses placed in front of them, explaining something to the other magic apprentices gathered around them.

Lucien smiled casually and asked with slight curiosity: "What are you communicating about?"

"Mr. Professor, we are talking about the structure of the human body." All the magic apprentices, including the fat man, stood up quickly and stood upright to answer.

Sisi, the four-ring magician, was also here. His stiff face forced a smile: "Mr. Professor, the structure of the human body they explained is quite special. It is not just the simple internal organs and blood vessels. They also tried to use magic to distinguish between these different bodies.

What are the different changes in the internal organs and bones of corpses that die from disease?"

"That's a good idea. Are they Mr. Sethi's apprentices?" Lucien asked with interest.

Sisi shook his head: "I just brought these apprentices here. Mr. Professor, I wonder if the Continental Magic Council has similar research?"

"..." Lucien almost slapped himself, how could he talk so casually, "How do I know if the Continental Magic Council has any similar research..."

But with the belief that the arcane research level of the Continental Magic Council was definitely higher than that of the inheritors of ancient magic, Lucien considered his tone and said concisely: "Go one step further."

Fatty, Hongjiu and other apprentices, as well as the other magicians who came around, all looked at Lucien with interest, hoping that he would say more.

"Indeed, as the professor said, the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council and the 'Pale Hand' organization have conducted very in-depth research on the human body. They have discovered many diseases that cause death and the corresponding physical changes, and have invented a variety of brand-new drugs.

Magic, such as 'Curse Pneumonia' that can make your opponent cough so violently that they cannot cast magic, etc."

Suddenly, Felipe's voice came from behind.

"Hello, Mr. Felipe." Some magicians and all magic apprentices bowed their heads in greeting with respect.

Felipe glanced at Lucien with complicated eyes, then turned to the others and said, "I have something to say."

Then, he walked to the temporary half-height wooden platform in front of the hall and cleared his throat:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Felipe from the Pale Hand of the Mainland Magic Council Headquarters. I invite you to this death feast because I want to discuss something with you." (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature and Novels.

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