Leo, who was beaten until he was dazed and did not faint because of his "Frost Giant" bloodline, opened his eyes with difficulty after hearing Lucien's words. He was filled with unbelievable surprise, uncontrollable ecstasy and uncontrollable worry.
Fusion into complex gazes, is this young-looking gentleman capable of dealing with Warren and his father?
The tavern owner didn't expect Lucien to make such a direct request, almost as if he was giving orders. Doesn't he know who Warren is and who his father is?!
Hahaha, Warren laughed twice thinking it was very ridiculous. He barely restrained his anger and said viciously: "Sir, why should I let you hire Leo first? Do you think he will be so stupid after he leaves with you?"
Back to the Eastern Exile? Don’t you think your tone just now was abominable? Do you think you can bear my anger on his behalf?!”
The rhetorical questions fully exposed Warren's bad mood at this time. A business deal to please a certain Duke of the Shahran Empire was ruined by Leo. After finally catching him, he was ready to vent his anger, and an inexplicable guy appeared.
He tried to stop him. He originally planned to maintain basic courtesy and not offend the mysterious stranger who did not know the details. However, his tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was instructing his subordinates, except for his father, the nine city lords and Shahran.
No one among the great nobles of the empire has ever dared to speak to me in this tone!
As Warren's tone changed, the short and fierce Yarolim took a step forward, holding a pair of black daggers in each hand, as if he was about to pounce. The knight's momentum was aimed at Lucien without reservation.
Once Lucien is suppressed and even trembled with fear, it means that he is not strong, then you can directly take him down!
This is a preliminary test. Warren cannot allow a guy to pretend to be incomprehensible and shake him by just saying a few words.
Yarolim's cold gray eyes stared firmly into Lucien's eyes, and he pressed all his willpower on him.
Suddenly, he saw the gray-white light flashing away in Lucien's brown pupils, as if an old and decaying aura came into his mind.
Immediately afterwards, extreme itching and pain appeared on Yarolim's body without any warning. Opposite him, the tavern guests watching behind Lucien could not restrain themselves from screaming in fear because they saw Yarolim's body.
The back of the hands and face were ulcerated over large areas, and yellowish pus seeped out, which was extremely scary.
Yarolim knew that he was under Lucien's magic. His body immediately turned into layers of black flames, but the fester seemed to be contagious even to illusory flames, as the flames turned yellow one after another and went out.
Warren, the other strong and tall man beside him, and the other black scale swordsmen also noticed Yarolim's miserable condition. In just a few seconds, Yarolim seemed to be as weak as a different person.
, he finally resisted the ulcers all over his body, gasping for air, but it would take a long time for him to get better completely, but Lucien still put his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted dress, smiling.
Looking at this scene, I did not take the opportunity to attack, nor did I try to deepen the fester.
Three-ring necromantic magic "Festering Curse"!
"Necromancer?" Warren asked trying to stay calm, but his voice was still slightly fearful. Necromancers have never had a good reputation. All kinds of cruel, mysterious, dark, and terrifying methods seem to be caused by them and illusion.
This is the portrayal of a magician, especially in the depths of the North where many ancient magicians haunt.
Lucien smiled and said nothing.
The other tall and strong knight lowered his head and whispered a few words in Warren's ear.
Warren stood up with a gloomy expression and asked: "So you are a mid-level magician. I wonder if you are from the Magic Council or elsewhere in the North?"
The tavern owner, the black scale swordsman and other guests all looked at Lucien in surprise. No wonder he could easily kill Yarolim, a formal knight. He turned out to be a mid-level magician!
Although the title of mid-level magician is ordinary, you can encounter it everywhere in the headquarters of the Magic Council, but those of the same level are called high knights and bishops, except for the Holy City of Lance, the Sky City of Arlinge, and Lenta
There are a few places such as Te, Alto, Tria, and St. Ivan Castle. These are all characters who can preside over a city. In addition to the nine city lords in the Eastern Exile, they are powerful knights, golden knights, and high-level magicians.
In addition, the other twenty or thirty lords are only high knights or mid-level magicians.
And a mid-level magician, even if he only has three or four rings, with his flying skills and various mysterious and strange magics, his strength is completely comparable to that of a great knight who is one level above him.
Lucien stretched out his right hand wearing a white glove to cover Holm's crown ring, pushed up his monocle, and said in the same plain tone: "It doesn't matter where I come from, what's important is that I want to take Leo away.
I wonder if you will agree, Mr. Warren?"
This arrogant and arrogant attitude reminded Warren of the rumored geniuses of the Magic Council, especially those of the Pale Hand. With his mind spinning, he forced a smile and spread his hands: "In the Eastern Exile, either
Gold, or power. Sir, since you have shown your power, please allow me to take my men and leave in advance."
Even with his father's blessing, Warren, who was able to develop a great career in the Eastern Exile, naturally understood the rules here very well. Once a strong man appeared that he could not compete with for the time being, even if his father moved out, he would be vicious and arrogant.
If he can become polite and humble, know how to give in, and blindly offend a strong man with a background in the Magic Council and be killed on the spot, except for his father, the rest of the Lords Council of the Eastern Exile will not waste their strength on a fool!
Lucien's smile appeared: "Mr. Warren, you are very wise."
To be honest, Lucien hates this kind of human trafficker, but if he attacks Warren without any excuse, it will be a direct slap in the face of the Lords Council of the Eastern Exile, and he is within the control of the Eastern Exile.
He was about to embark on a more dangerous journey, so he could only use an arrogant and sarcastic tone to try to provoke Warren into taking action first.
Warren swallowed his saliva, put his right hand on his left chest with a smile, bowed and left without saying anything. He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would not be able to control the violence in his heart and ordered an attack on Lucien.
Among the remaining guards, several scale-armored swordsmen supported Yarolim, and the armor made a pleasant clanking sound as he walked towards the door.
"Master Warren, I will draw up a list of the losses at Taran Tavern and give it to you. I hope you will make full compensation, or else we will go to the Lords Council for a ruling!"
The tavern owner said loudly, causing Warren to stumble and almost fall as he was about to cross the threshold.
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In the room behind the tavern, Leo, who had been entangled in black flames by Lucien, slowly recovered with the strong life recovery power of the quasi-knight. After all, he did not suffer any serious physical injuries.
In the process of recovering, Leo saw a rough and rough sound coming from Lucien's mouth opposite him, and a little firefly-like light flashed in his hand.
After a wave of magic, Lucien opened his mouth silently, and everything returned to its original state.
"Sir, what are you doing? Do you need my help?" Leo was grateful for the help, but also asked curiously.
Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, just be careful."
Seeing that Lucien didn't say anything, Leo, who was experienced in adventure, did not ask any more questions, but instead asked about employment: "Sir, I don't know what to call you? What are you going to hire me for?"
"You can call me Mr.
Mentioning the Shahran Empire reminded him of his own tragic past. Leo frowned and said, "Mr.
Route, and prepare a suitable false identity. Well, if you are worried, we will sign a magic contract first."
Without asking clearly about the terms of the employment, Leo decided to accept it, because without Lucien's intervention, he would have died in the mouth of a wild dog, let alone anything like revenge.
Lucien didn't show any pretense and took out the magic contract that he had prepared long ago.
When both parties finished signing and the brown parchment was wrapped in light blue flames and burned, Leo knew Lucien's full name, but he still obeyed the instructions and called him: "Mr.
In this country, apart from them and the clergy, it is very difficult for other scholars, citizens, poor people, and serfs to cross the empire unimpeded. And judging from the several routes to Alto, the northwest of the disguised Shahran Empire
The nobility of the provinces are least in danger, and they seldom come to these areas."
When the magic level is promoted to the sixth level and becomes a high level, when signing a low-level magic contract, you can change your name with your powerful soul, mental power and advanced skills, but Lucien is still far away from the high level.
"I wonder if Leo, do you have any good suggestions?" Lucien nodded with satisfaction. Professionals are indeed different.
Leo pointed to the most northwest part of the rough map: "This is the Vladimir family that rules the northwest province of the empire. This family is one of the ten most powerful families in the empire, and has its own powerful knights.
There is a duke, a marquis, three counts, many viscounts, barons and lords, so there are many children, and there are so many collateral members with inheritance rights that people can't even remember. If Duke Vladimir doesn't look up the family tree
, I’m afraid it’s difficult to tell the authenticity.”
"Leo, you asked me to pretend to be a collateral member of this family? How can I hide this from other nobles?" Lucien asked.
Leo answered seriously, with a standard look of bitterness and hatred: "In the Shahran Empire, the winner-takes-all rule is popular. If you decide to compete for the title and fail, there will often be no good ending. In the Eastern Exile,
There is hiding a knight who failed to compete with the current Duke Vladimir for inheritance rights and fled. He has the real method and seal of the Vladimir family’s identity documents. His name is Valentin.”