Throne of Magical Arcana

The scene was already quiet. Due to the appearance of this stranger, Lucien, some magicians and apprentices checked their surroundings vigilantly, fearing that they would be ambushed by the church.

In the cold eyes of other magicians, in the curious, excited, or bloodthirsty eyes of most of the magic apprentices, in the eyes of Fatty and the others who were chattering their teeth and about to speak out, Lucien was calm. He quickly took out the invitation letter: "I am a special guest invited by Viscount Karenldiya."

Seeing Lucien explain the reason calmly and calmly, the mummy-like old man in the lead softened his face a little, and signaled the magic apprentice next to him to accept the invitation and spread it out.

The tall black top hat was tilted a little, as if the corners of the mouth were turned up, giving people a sense of humor. The leading old man glanced at the other magicians around: "This invitation letter was not sent by me. You guys Woolen cloth?"

The other magicians looked at the invitation letters held up by the apprentices, and shook their heads one after another: "It's not the invitation letters we sent out, the marks are completely different."

The old man pulled the muscles on his face as stiff as a mummy: "Sir, your invitation letter is indeed not stolen from someone else, but it cannot be proved that it was sent by Viscount Caronaldia. In order to ensure everyone's safety, let's wait together. Viscount Caronaldia and Butler Ned confirm? You can call me Ceci, a magician with four rings."

For this mysterious magician, Sisi was always a little afraid.

"Mr. Ceci, as a guest who took the liberty to participate, I have no objection. You can call me 'Professor'." Lucien replied with a good attitude.

The gloomy necromancer nodded lightly: "Professor, we are very satisfied with your cooperation. By the way, are you an official magician?"

Through the conversation and Lucien's attitude, Ceci probably believed that he was a guest invited by Viscount Caronaldia, so he asked the other party's identity to confirm his attitude. Apprentices and official magicians are completely different levels of characters. However, when he was still a stranger, he couldn't directly inquire about the other party's level, so he could only ask vaguely like this.

"Of course." Lucien replied concisely.

The attitude of Sisi and other necromancers became more relaxed, and they said politely: "I hope that we can exchange magic knowledge with Professor Professor at the banquet."

They didn't suspect that Lucien was a fake, because the knowledge of magic between official magicians and apprentices was very different, and it could be clearly seen after a few words of conversation, so at least this was a guest with sufficient strength and status.

The magic apprentices such as "Fatty" and "Bread" seemed a little surprised. The professor who had talked with himself and others kindly before turned out to be an official magician? ! His attitude towards apprentices is completely different from the arrogant and gloomy magicians next to him!

"Actually, I'm not a necromancer." Lucien didn't hide this fact. 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 far as reasonable assumptions can be made, there is no difference in necromancy from a first-time apprentice.

Moreover, according to the "Necronomicon", no matter whether it is meditation or magic learning, it needs constant contact with rotting corpses, etc., and it is easy to infect itself with terrible toxins and filth. Apart from relying on advanced levels to resist them, there are only a few types of potions that can be treated. Therefore, Lucien, who has studied the "Book of Astrology and Elements", has no idea of ​​​​taking the risk of learning the "Book of the Necromancer" for the time being. A couple of necromancer parsing that require less disgusting.

Surprise appeared on Sisi's mummy-like face again: "Aren't you a necromancer who ventured to participate in the feast of death? What do you want to exchange materials and items? Learn a few necromancer spells?"

Other necromancers and apprentices also found it a little strange that magicians who specialize in necromancy are often rejected by their counterparts in other departments, thinking that they are dirty, stinky and evil.

Before Lucien could answer, there was a heavy friction sound from the gate of the castle, and the butler Ned who paid attention to etiquette appeared at the door.

He was still in the costume Lucien saw last time, and he said slowly, "Mr. Professor is indeed the guest specially invited by the master."

"Since Lord Viscount invited us, we can rest assured." Sisi said on behalf of all mages and apprentices.

Ned nodded slightly: "And the professor is also from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council, and he is a powerful magician."

"The headquarters of the Continental Magic Council? How strong is it?" Necromancers and apprentices dealt with corpses all year round, and they were more or less gloomy. Even after hearing this unexpected news, they only looked at Lucien in whispers.

The old necromancer Sisi sensitively noticed the word "also" in Butler Ned's mouth, and asked suspiciously: "Why is there another magician from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council?" To the taste of intrigue and struggle.

"Professor just passed by and happened to meet." Butler Ned said the truth that no one could believe, "and his strength is recognized, and he has been included in the 'purification sequence' by the church, ranking the 350th Nine."

"What? Purification sequence?!"

Even gloomy necromancers couldn't help but become agitated in the face of this explosive news. Although they don't know who are the strong men on the list of the purification sequence, they all know that they can be on this list, without exception. It is a high-level existence that can affect or even destroy a country.

In this regard, the "credibility" of the church has always been good.

The eyes they looked at Lucien became extremely awed, especially thinking of the impolite siege just now, many necromancers were a little uneasy, they had never seen a big man who had undergone a purification sequence, this one was at least a high-level Magician, right? !

Sisi didn't doubt Butler Ned's words, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Professor, please forgive our rudeness just now. We have always been yearning 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 feast of death, and that he might be involved in a battle within the Magic Council, so he apologized with the reason that neither party should offend because he respected the Mainland Magic Council.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, if you can't find strangers, I will be very disappointed." After Lucien assumed the status of a professor, he could only maintain a strong and important tone.

Butler Ned interrupted: "Professor, the master invites you to meet in the study first, and Mr. Felipe is also here. Mr. Ceci, you can go to the hall under the guidance of the waiter after a while."

Although Lucien absolutely didn't want to have a close conversation with that Mr. Felipe, but without any suitable excuses, he could only follow Butler Ned, walking towards the study through the thick and terrifying darkness.

Seeing Mr. "Professor" who is neither tall nor short nor fat nor thin but extremely mysterious back disappeared into the darkness, the fat man couldn't help but whistled in his heart, and said to his companions: "Wow, the purification sequence, it feels so real." cool!"

"I hope one day I can be on the list of the purification sequence." The thin and tall "Red Wine" said enviously.

Other necromancers and apprentices seem to have similar emotions. The "purification sequence" that the church uses to remove dangerous objects becomes something to show off in their eyes.

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In the study room on the castle's unknown floor, the Viscount Karenldia in the red shirt and black coat and another man had been standing by the window watching what happened below, and the whole process came into view.

"It seems that Mr. Professor is not a very strong magician." Viscount Karonaldia commented easily when he saw that Lucien did not use his strength to intimidate him, but took out the invitation letter in a regular manner. He held a glass of slightly rippling red wine in his hand, leisurely and at ease.

The man next to him has black hair and black eyes, high nose and thin lips, handsome but sickly face, wearing a black shirt with lamb leg sleeves, and a black windbreaker that is rarely seen in mainland countries, it seems that he is always so gloomy and authentic: "The evaluation on the church's purification sequence is extremely cunning and very dangerous. It is impossible to judge his strength from his acting style."

"Yeah, since the will of the elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm dare to send professors here, it means that they believe that they have enough strength to fight against you, Mr. Felipe. If you do it rashly, you will take great risks. Hehe , It's really an embarrassing thing." Viscount Caronaldia said in the tone of a bystander who was afraid that things wouldn't be a big deal.

Felipe glanced back at his entourage, and then took a sip of red wine: "Elemental Will certainly doesn't know my current strength, but I also don't know the level of this mysterious professor. Is he Larry, Timothy or Ulysses?"

He casually counted the will of the elements and the opponents in the Royal Magic Court of Holm who were roughly equivalent in strength to him, but there was no guy who qualified as a professor, so he shook his head and said: "Although the word professor is a coined word, it can be obtained from other 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 said nothing, but two pale flames danced in his eyes.

Viscount Caronaldia took a sip of the red wine, changed the subject, and said, "I heard that Mr. Lucien Evans is also in the Principality of Djibouti during this time. Hehe, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha is really worried about her little lover, so she invited A strong person like the professor secretly protected, and it just happened to meet your death feast."

"Given the relationship between Natasha and that person, it's not surprising to invite the professor. Huh, if it wasn't for the request of the professor, how could Lucien Evans, a great musician, take such a barren and remote route in the central and southern parts of the mainland!" Fei Li Pei didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

No one would regard Lucien, who has just grown up, and a professor whose strength is close to high level, as the same person. Even though Felipe has always been confident, he only achieved what he is today at the age of twenty-nine.

And in their eyes, the church's purification sequence is something to be trusted.

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Led by Butler Ned, Lucien came to the last study.

The layout of the room remained the same, but there were two more people in it. In addition to the Viscount Calendia that Lucien knew, there was also a pale young man who looked like a rumored vampire, and a bearded, muscular man. A sturdy, middle-aged tall man.

"You are Mr. Professor, right? I'm Felipe." Felipe showed a gloomy smile, his eyes were pale with flames, and he stared at Lucien intently.

Lucien felt a great sense of fear and danger, because this Mr. Felipe unreservedly exuded his hostility, which was extremely cold and biting, and the oppression he gave himself was second only to Camille that time. The momentum after elementalization!

"Even if his strength is not high-level, I'm afraid it is already close!"

"Why does he have such strong and obvious hostility? Could it be that the will of the elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm is in a fierce struggle with the forces he represents?!"

"It seems that the fox pretended to be the tiger and kicked the iron board instead. Hey, any strategy is inseparable from sufficient information!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Lucien's heart mockingly, but the many dangers he had experienced allowed Lucien to remain calm and calm, knowing that if he was exposed at this time, it might not have a good ending.

"Since it's the enemy, why didn't he do it directly?"

"Unless he is also afraid of 'Professor'!"

Calmness made Lucien clear-headed, and he thought of the key point, so he smiled gently: "Hello, Mr. Felipe, I often hear about your reputation."