Throne of Magical Arcana

——Ask for a recommendation ticket in advance on Monday~

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Near the sparkling lake, with its back against the steep cliff, stands a dark and gloomy old castle covered with vines. The spires soar into the sky, like a dark forest.

Lucien, who was behind the huge boulder in the distance, looked at the Calendia Castle, which obviously had the architectural style of the magic empire in the dark era, took a deep breath, moved the "Ice and Snow Avenger" ring to the ring finger of his left hand, and took Take out the "Holm Crown" award ring "Mo" given by Natasha, and wear it on the left index finger with a more obvious position, but the front side with the word "Mo" engraved on it was turned to the belly of the finger by Lucien.

In the face of unknown dangers, the castle owner who may be very powerful and the necromancer from the mainland magic council, Lucien must use all resources to improve his security.

After becoming focused on casting spells and becoming as calm as ice and snow, Lucien walked out from behind the huge boulder and walked towards the Castle of Karundia like a walk.

The cool night wind in June dissipated the heat of the day, and only the sound of insects could be heard intermittently. Lucien walked all the way to the gate of the castle without any obstruction or movement.

He stretched out his hand calmly, bent his fingers, and knocked rhythmically on the door made of thick iron wood with a "dong dong dong".

After nine times in a row, Lucien stopped knocking on the door and waited there quietly.

After maybe two or three minutes, the castle gate creaked slowly, and then there was a heavy friction against the ground.

Two or three strong men might not be able to pull this door, but it was opened by an old man with light brown hair wearing a black soft hat, a black suit and a white shirt. Asked with a standard mainland lingua franca: "Excuse me, who are you, sir? Why did you come to the Castle of Calendia?"

Without doing anything directly, the matter was half successful. Lucien smiled politely: "Dear Mr. Steward, I am a magician who traveled through the Principality of Djibouti..."

Speaking of this, Lucien paused, and saw that the old housekeeper's expression was still serious before continuing: "I met a group of robbers in the wild in Longya Town, and 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 the gentleman from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council who invited the necromancers and apprentices from the former Wilfrid territory to participate in the 'Death Feast' in your castle. Letter from the party."

"I think it may be that some unfortunate magic apprentice was killed by robbers and found the letter. Fortunately, they don't know how to write. And I am very interested in the 'Death Feast', so I followed the apprentice's own record on the invitation letter. The address of Karenldya Castle is taking the liberty to visit, and please forgive me, your master."

"Dear guest, what's the logo on the invitation letter?" The old butler's expression didn't 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 appearance in the black hood, Lucien still maintained a perfect etiquette smile: "The invitation letter is a black six-pointed star."

The old butler nodded slightly: "Dear guest, please allow me to report to my master."

He held up a white candle inlaid in the candlestick, turned around and walked towards the depths of the gloomy 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 yellow candle lighted up again, and then he staggered slowly towards 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 unmoving feet, "My master, Viscount Karen Ldia, invites you to meet in the study. Please follow me. Please follow me closely, don't get lost in the darkness, it will be very dangerous."

Lucien stroked his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Viscount Caronaldia, for forgiving my presumptuousness."

The old butler didn't say anything, turned around and walked slowly holding the candlestick, Lucien quickly followed.

When they got away from the gate of the castle, the darkness on both sides suddenly squirmed, but when Lucien looked over seriously, they were calm again, deep and dark.

Lucien's superimposed keen sense of destiny star, strong mental power and 'vigilance' intuition made him always think that there were countless terrifying and dangerous things hidden in the darkness where the candlelight did not shine.

The clumps of darkness seemed to be alive and "swayed normally" with the candlelight. Seeing that Lucien's heart was slightly trembling, the skin of his whole body was tense, and he didn't dare to carelessly follow behind the old housekeeper.

After an unknown amount of time, the old butler suddenly stopped, and then pushed forward, a door slowly opened, a bright yellow light shone out, and all the darkness subsided.

"Dear guest, please." The old butler bowed halfway, bent and extended his right hand, and signaled Lucien to go in first.

Lucien nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Housekeeper." Then he walked calmly and decisively into the room.

The thick dark yellow carpet, the gold-carved coat rack, more than a dozen silver candlesticks inlaid on the walls on both sides, the desk and bookcase made of dark red precious wood, and the ornate details everywhere all show the owner's Taste leans towards luxury.

On a group of red leather sofas in front of the desk, sat a blond man with golden eyes wearing a black shirt and a red coat. He had profound features, was handsome and full of masculinity.

"Hello, Mister Magician." The blond handsome man was lazily leaning on the sofa, and didn't intend to stand up to greet him. The old butler who strictly followed etiquette walked up to him and whispered in his ear : "Master, please maintain noble etiquette."

Lucien replied politely: "Hello, Lord Viscount Karenldiya, thank you for not minding my visit."

Viscount Karenldia turned his head to the old butler and smiled lightly: "Butler Ned, you see that Mr. Magician doesn't mind me sitting, so you can relax."

"It would be great if the Earl was here, he is a model of elegance and nobility..." the old butler muttered, standing behind Viscount Karenldiya and stopped talking.

Viscount Caronaldia supported his forehead and made a sad expression: "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. Your I already know the purpose of coming, but how can I believe that you are not the night watchman of the church? They have no shortage of magicians who surrendered."

Even when he mentioned the church, he didn't care too much, and flicked his right finger on the armrest of the sofa.

Lucien calmly said the answer he had prepared long ago: "My nickname is 'Professor'."

"Professor? The 359th professor in the Church's Purification Sequence?!" Viscount Caronaldia's lazy expression disappeared, and he asked solemnly. Because everyone in the church purification sequence is a terrifying powerhouse, such as the great arcanist, the legendary magician, the cardinal of the Northern Truth, the ancient dragon, the ancestor of the vampire, the werewolf prince, the Kou Tao murloc royal family, the leader of the cult, etc. The worst is the Sky Knight level. The professor's ability to be on this list with the strength of an intermediate magician is enough to show that he is superior, and he may have the strength comparable to a high-level magician.

"He really knew." Lucien heaved a sigh of relief. Low-level people at the magic apprentice level, or even ordinary magicians, may not know the list of the church's purification sequence. If it is not for a strong man with a certain status and strength like the Viscount Karenldiya, it is likely that the code name of "Professor" will only It was treated as a new word: "Yes, I am a professor who returned to the eastern part of the mainland from Alto."

Viscount Caronaldia looked Lucien up and down, his eyes suddenly focused, and he saw his right hand lightly stroking the ring of his left index finger, and then showed a lazy smile again: "Hehe, even I can't Go to the purification sequence of the church, 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, "Master Viscount, how do you need me to prove it?"

Viscount Caronaldia nodded: "I heard that you have created a unique magic that can directly destroy houses and other buildings. Even the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council has never seen a similar magic. Therefore, I would like to ask Professor Show it, sir, it is the best proof of your identity."

Lucien stood up and pointed to the study: "Is it right here?"

"Professor, you can do whatever you want." Viscount Karenldiya squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa.

Lucien walked to the wall, took a little time to calculate the frequency range, put his hands on it, and then opened his mouth to let out a silent scream.

Waves of fluctuations were introduced into the castle from Lucien's hand, and the vibration information was fed back from the castle, and Lucien then adjusted the frequency of the fluctuations based on this feedback.

Not long after, the castle began to visibly shake, but this shaking was far from violent, it was just the feeling of rowing a boat on the lake.

"This castle must have been equipped with a lot of powerful magic circles, and the hand of resonance alone can't even make it vibrate violently." Lucien guessed in his heart.

At this time, there was applause from the Viscount Karenldiya from behind. He clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile: "It really is a magical unique magic. In fact, Mr. Professor, you can make my castle shake, and I It just felt incredible.”

Lucien took the opportunity to stop, turned his head and smiled and said, "This can prove my identity, right?"

"Of course, I'm sure you are Mr. 'Professor'." Viscount Caronaldia signaled Lucien to sit down and talk again, "Mr. Professor, you already know the time and place of the feast of death, and I will ask Butler Ned to make it again. I will give you an invitation letter, and you can just come and participate in it. Hehe, if you are willing to be a guest in my castle until the banquet begins, 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 I can come over then. However, if the time and place of the Feast of Death are changed, how should I know?"

Hearing Lucien's answer, Butler Ned immediately went to the desk to prepare the invitation letter, while Viscount Caronaldia thought for a while and said, "I'll tell Mr. Professor that you left message marks in two local magic circles. The location, if there is a change, will be mentioned above."

Then, he told Lucien about the two locations and the meanings of the marks in Cosel City, and finally said with a playful smile: "I am looking forward to your participation, Mr. Professor. If you can come one day earlier, and that It would be even better to have a long conversation with Mr. Felipe, who is also from the headquarters of the Magic Council. You are all young and full of energy, so you should get together like this. And I am also very interested in the knowledge of arcane and magic. "

"Young man?" Lucien looked at Viscount Calendia suspiciously.