Throne of Magical Arcana

On the streets of Cosel City, Lucien, Simon, Joanna, and Betty walked slowly towards the city gate, and a magnificent eagle flew by in the sky, with a package tied to its back and a Big baskets for fresh meat.

"Mr. Evans, are you really leaving Kosher City today?" Betty looked at Lucien with regret. In "Moonlight", the musicians in Kessel City tried to play the next two movements, and she completely believed that the handsome, elegant, powerful and gentle Mr. Evans in front of her was her favorite musician, the one she often dreamed of. Prince of music.

Because all kinds of complex piano skills, brisk and short or stormy melodies, as well as fiery emotions and high-spirited and firm will all show Mr. Evans' unique style, which is undoubtedly another one. A very good piano sonata that can touch anyone.

During the previous wanderings, Lucien had already seen the marks of the magic circle in Koser City. Due to Hunter's accidental death, the invitation was postponed for three days and the location remained the same, so he smiled slightly and said, "I still have important things to hurry. , can’t stay in Cosel City, and there’s no way to hold a concert. Betty, you should train your knight well. If you can become a real knight, maybe we can meet in Alto. If that’s the case, I’ll tell you in private Play a song."

"Really?" Betty was pleasantly surprised. This was a small agreement between the musician she admired and herself, so she was full of motivation and nodded fiercely, "I will definitely train hard!"

While Betty was clenching her fists, Joanna and Simon whispered together: "Thank you, Mr. Evans, for inspiring Betty."

"It's just a small gift." Lucien turned around and said, "This journey with you is something worth remembering. Alright, I'm leaving Kosel City."

Seeing Lucien's back disappear into the afternoon sun, Simon and the others didn't wonder why he dared to drive alone, nor were they surprised that he still insisted on setting off even though it was almost evening. According to him, the reason why he hired the adventurer team was because he was lazy and liked to be quiet, and he needed help with chores, but now he was in a hurry due to what happened to Baron Habero’s castle, so he naturally relied on his strength. The strength traverses the mountains.

"Thinking back now, these eleven days are really like a dream." Betty muttered to herself, her fists clenched, full of motivation.

Simon and Joanna nodded in agreement, then pinched the gentale on their bodies, and began to think about which nobleman to look for to guide formal knight training.

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In the hall of the Kosher City Musicians Association.

Casper stood in front of the counter, looking at the place where Lucien wrote the letter just now: "Chris, we might as well replace this place with steel products, and then erect a statue of Mr. Evans, um, it is the place where the score was written. Then spread the word that the talented musician Mr. Lucien Evans composed the famous piano sonata "Moonlight" here. So many noble lords should come to visit, right?"

After Lucien turned down invitations to concerts and stays, he had other inspirations.

"Yeah..." Chris still had a dreamy smile on her face, staring blankly ahead, and didn't hear what Casper was saying at all.

Casper didn't mind either, rubbing his chin, frowning and thinking, and discussing with Chris in a non-negotiable manner.

At this time, a member of the Musicians Association returned from the outside: "Director Casper, I have arranged for Mr. Wise to live in the villa. What else do you want?"

"It's nothing, don't bother me. Chris, what do you think of adding an oil portrait of Mr. Evans to the lobby?" Casper waved his hand indifferently.

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On the night of the third Monday in July, a silver moon hangs high in the sky, swaying bright and cool light.

Lucien, who was bathed in the moonlight, traversed the mountains and forests at a fast speed, and was able to see the beautiful mirror-like lake outside the Calendia Castle.

For more than ten days, Lucien has been walking alone and strangely, so that no one can grasp his whereabouts. Fortunately, the Principality of Djibouti is mountainous, and it is very common to go the wrong way and get lost in the mountains. That's why Lucien was able to rush to Karunaldia Castle without any scruples and without worrying about being exposed as a musician.

Of course, the professor and the musician Lucien Evans appeared in the Principality of Djibouti at about the same time, which will always make people who know it subtle associations, but it still requires a very bold imagination to deal with it directly as a person, because there are many reasons that can be explained .

The castle was still the same as what Lucien had seen last time, with many minion-like spiers towering over it, and the dark appearance always made people feel palpitating.

On the grass outside the gate, there were already many mysterious people wearing black hooded robes waiting there. Lucien glanced over and felt that there were at least three or four hundred people.

Some of these mysterious people are very special, wearing all kinds of magic robes, not covering their faces with hoods, and showing their appearance openly. There are men and women, and the common feature is that they are gloomy and dull-looking, and they formed a loose small circle with the other nineteen black-robed men, chatting to themselves. Others around stood at a noticeable distance, as if terrified of them.

"They should be official magicians, and they used the 'disguise technique' to change their appearance." Lucien, who is also an official magician, quickly judged the reason, "But if you encounter mental power or willpower higher than yourself For two-level powerhouses, the 'disguise technique' will be seen through directly, and the other dozen or so people in black robes who should also be official magicians have not used it. It seems that they are probably middle-level magicians, so don't worry about high-level powerhouses. The following people can see through their disguise." Lucien himself also didn't dare to use the concealment technique.

After confirming that the twenty-three were official magicians, Lucien thought with a little surprise: "There are only so many magicians in the entire Wilfrid Territory? Maybe there are still people who haven't come yet?"

The original Wilfrid Territory included two duchies in the central and southern part of the mainland, and an earl country. Its area was much larger than that of the Viorit Duchy. The total number of knights was estimated to be three to four hundred, but there were only about twenty magicians. .

Without concealing his figure, Lucien came out of the dark shadows and walked towards the gate of Karendia Castle, attracting many people in black robes to look back.

Perhaps it was because there were no obvious marks on their bodies that made it difficult to judge whether they were familiar with it. They turned their heads slowly and talked with their companions, ignoring this strange guy. Anyway, many people who arrived today did not know each other.

The twenty or so magicians glanced at Lucien and started discussing in a low voice.

Lucien slowly walked to the side of the four magic apprentices, looked around calmly, and listened to their conversation at the same time.

In a conversation full of words such as "corpse", "eyeball", "resentment", and "undead", a magic apprentice who was so fat that he stretched his black robe tightly noticed the quiet banquet attendant next to him , and greeted with the idea of ​​exchanging materials: "Hello, we are magic apprentices from the mountains in the south of the Principality of Djibouti. May I ask which country you are from? What should I call you?"

"I'm from the country of Kazan. You can call my code name 'Professor'." Lucien replied with the intention of collecting more information.

Kazan County is the country opposite Longya Town.

"Hehe, it turns out I'm a guest from Kazan. You can call me 'Fatty'." The obese magic apprentice and his companions had obviously never heard of the nickname "Professor", "They are 'Grouper', 'Bread' and 'wine'."

Lucien glanced at "Fatty", a little suspicious that his obesity was a disguise: "This is the first time I participated in such a banquet, I didn't expect so many magicians and magic apprentices to gather, I don't know how many are still here ?”

The short and strong "Bread" whispered: "I heard from the master magician who brought us here just now that these are probably the vast majority of magicians and magic apprentices in the three nearby countries. Only by studying alone or in a small circle , A small part that has never been in contact with the big environment and no one is familiar with did not come.”

"My lord magician..." Lucien was taken aback. He didn't expect that there would be so few remaining magic apprentices in the former Wilfried Territory. In Viscount Stanley's territory of Kothel City alone, there were only a few people with the strength of knight attendants. Probably closer to a thousand.

"That's where the magicians are." "Fatty" quietly pointed to the more than twenty magicians, and said in a tone of awe and yearning.

The word apprentice even in today's Aalto connotes low status, the loss of freedom for many years to come in exchange for the opportunity to learn. The word "magic apprentice", which was inherited from the dark ages hundreds of years ago, further shows that there is an abyss-like gap between them and formal magicians, regardless of their strength or status. Even in the eyes of some crazy ancient magicians, apprentices are often synonymous with materials and experimental products.

But here alone, the ratio of apprentices to magicians is close to twenty to one.

"That's the one who brought us here..."

Fatty's voice suddenly trembled, because he saw the twenty or so magicians quickly separate without warning, and surrounded himself and the others, he was so frightened that his whole body was fat and trembling.

The old man with gray hair and a thin face like a mummy pointed at Lucien with a long magic wand that seemed to be made of white bones: "My friend, who are you? You'd better be honest, Because we haven't seen you before."

Lucien did not expect to be surrounded by local magicians when he first arrived, which was completely unexpected: "How do they tell?"

Soon, Lucien understood that this should be due to the organizational form of the feast of death.

After receiving the request from the visitors from the Continental Magic Council, Viscount Caronaldia probably summoned the magicians he thought he could trust to draw up a list to ensure that no one from the church would mix in. And the list drawn up by the magicians must be people in the circle that they are familiar with, so there is no doubt that they are extremely suspicious if they do not know themselves by the magicians.