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Baron Habearo did not expect that the attack would come so suddenly. He thought that it was just a small interlude before the dinner party, and that he would be able to recover in a few minutes. However, Lucien came at him so fast and decisively!
Did Lucien not know the meaning of the word "hesitation"?
Unexpectedly, the silver cup that the baron was about to fill was hit by two silver-black magic missiles.
The red liquid splashed everywhere, and the broken silver cup fell on the thick carpet with strange symbols on it, making a muffled sound.
Baron Habearo and Kalie, who seemed to be getting older, looked at the scene in confusion. They did not know what was going on.
Lucien, who was rolling on the ground, would not let go of this opportunity. Blue light flashed on his left index finger, and three ice daggers flew towards Baron Habearo.
Although Lucien's spiritual power was still unstable due to casting buffering, he was still able to activate the magic items.
Baron Habearo finally realized what was going on. He roared and punched at the ice daggers with his right hand, while he put his left hand in front of his head and neck. His hand and face were covered with a grey light, as if they were made of solid rocks.
Crack! One of the ice daggers was broken by Baron Habearo's right fist, but a deep cut appeared on his fist, and a layer of frost was spreading up his arm.
As for the other two ice blades, one hit Baron Habearo's left arm, and the other hit his legs. Although they didn't injure his petrified body, they froze him in place for a while.
Kalie chanted a spell, and a black ray of death shot towards Lucien from her hand.
She was actually a Magic Apprentice!
Lucien's shield of starlight immediately appeared beside him, and the ray of death only made a small part of it black.
A first-circle sorcerer could cast the spell model in his or her soul instantly. Moreover, Lucien had already passed the casting buffer.
The transparent ice layer on Habelo's body was quickly dyed gray, and then it cracked like a rock.
After freeing himself from the ice, he gave up on the idea of turning around to grab the sword on the desk. Instead, he pounced directly at Lucien. He had to get close to Lucien while the mage was still in the middle of casting a spell. Otherwise, the next spell might have a bad effect!
His right fist hit Lucien's Starlight Shield, and the shield started to crack. At the same time, Habelo, who was a level-two Knight, changed his direction and kept attacking.
With the protection of the Starlight Shield, Lucien activated the spell model in his soul. With himself as the center, a peaceful green ripple quickly spread in all directions.
Karen, who was just about to continue casting magic, became absent-minded as soon as she was touched by the peaceful green ripples. She opened her mouth and let out a big yawn. Then, she went limp and fell asleep on the ground.
First-circle spell, Sleep!
Even though Baron Habearo had a strong body, he still felt very tired after being hit by the AOE Sleep spell. It was as if he was getting old, so he paused for a short while.
During this pause, Lucien's left hand lit up and a head-sized fireball was thrown at Habelo.
Habelo was instantly freed from the influence of Sleep, but he had no choice but to dodge the fireball in a hurry.
There was a loud explosion, and the huge shockwave sent the three dead minors flying. Although Habeiro avoided being hit directly, his rock-like body on the right side was still blown apart. Flames engulfed him and set him ablaze, as if he had ignited something oily.
Drops of yellowish liquid mixed with dark-red stink oozed out of the gray stone body. Habelo's face was visibly aged. He kept howling and attacking Lucien as if he had lost his mind.
Lucien's spells and magic items were still in the middle of buffering, so he raised his sword and blocked Habelo's fists.
The gray mist started to surround Habelo, as if it was trying to petrify him.
Lucien was not stingy at all. After blocking the first wave of attacks, he activated Sun's Corona, and a dazzling holy light fell from the sky onto Habelo's body.
"Holy light?!"
Being burned by the holy light, Habeiro's gray stone skin faded away, and many wrinkles appeared on his body. His body started to rot bit by bit, and he looked both terrified and relieved, as if he were a prisoner who had been waiting for a long time and was finally going to be judged.
Habelo, who had lost his youth, was losing his strength rapidly. He knelt down in the fire and holy light and could not stand up anymore.
He said in a dreamy voice, "My skin is losing its luster, like the skin of a fruit …"
"The damn wrinkles are crawling all over my face and my body …"
"My strength, my speed, in my sorrow, is weakening irreversibly …"
"My head is slowing down. My eyes are blurring. The food I'm tasting is losing its taste …"
"My body and my passion are fading. I can't do anything even in front of a beautiful girl …"
Habelo looked at Lucien in confusion, as if he was confessing to a priest, "What did you do?"
"Why do we grow old?"
"Why do we lose all our happiness when we grow old?"
"Where is the Lord's heaven?"
Although the young Lucien could not understand the pain of growing old, he was touched by Habelo's confusion, "I'm glad that I chose to be a sorcerer."
After becoming a senior-rank sorcerer, his or her lifespan would be extended to two hundred years, and there were many ways to prolong his or her lifespan, such as turning into a lich.
Of course, there were more senior-rank sorcerers who failed to turn into a lich than those who succeeded. The higher the level of the sorcerer, the easier it was for them to turn into a lich.
Even junior and middle-rank sorcerers had all kinds of strange ways to prolong their lifespan. Although they could not prolong their lifespan by much, they could at least live two or three times longer than normal people.
After finishing his confession, Baron Habearo's eyes slowly closed, and he fell on the carpet, losing all signs of life.
Seeing this, Lucien thought to himself, "Luckily, I came here in time, or the battle would have been much more complicated if Habelo recovered to the peak of level two with the help of the magic ritual. If I ran away directly, the baron would have been alerted. Considering the baron's power, the number of guards, and the possibility of the necromancers, I would have been the one to die. "
As a sorcerer, Lucien was able to control the pace of the battle. Therefore, it was not difficult for him to kill a level two Knight. It was as if he had just finished a magic experiment.
However, after killing the baron, the bad feeling still lingered in Lucien's mind. "Baron Habearo did not cast any Necromancy at the end, so who was the one who told him to keep himself young at the cost of a child's life? Are there other necromancers? "
Holding the casting materials in his hand, Lucien heard the fierce battle cries from the soldiers on the other side of the castle. He tied Kalie up and woke her up.
Katharine opened her eyes and saw Lucien's eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky. Hearing the strange rhythm of the spell, Katharine was completely lost. She looked at Lucien with admiration, "Mr. Evans, what can I do for you?"
The first-circle spell, Charm Person, was an advanced spell of Hypnotism and Eyes of Stars. The spell could control a human being whose mind was not as strong as the spellcaster's spiritual power. Unless the spellcaster's order was against their will, the spellcaster would obey it.
Lucien asked briefly, "Who did you learn the necromancy ritual and the spells from?"
"My husband, Hunt, also known as the baron's steward, Cook." Kalie smiled in fascination. "Since he was invited to serve as the baron's affairs officer a few years ago, he has been instigating the baron to maintain his youth with the power of death generated by the premature deaths of minors. He, in turn, has been studying and studying magic with the corpses after the accident and has been granted the identity of a butler."
"Cook is a pseudonym … Hunt … Katharine Hunt …" Lucien looked at Katharine in surprise, "You're Mr. and Mrs. Hunt from Bonn?"
Katharine Cook was Mrs. Hunt, the woman he was looking for. How did they become like this?
As soon as Lucien mentioned Bonn, Katharine's mood suddenly became very unstable. She woke up from Lucien's spell and asked in horror, "How did you know we're from Bonn? Why did you come here?! "
"When I was in Bonn, I heard that Mrs. Hunter was a gentle, kind, and beautiful lady. She always did her best to help others, and she loved to take care of children. But why did you become so vicious? Why did you kill those babies and children so inhumanely? " Lucien did not answer directly. Seeing that Katharine's mood was unstable, he decided to use words to make her collapse even more. After all, it was very difficult to use Charm when one's mood was fluctuating.
Katharine's mind went blank as if she was struck by lightning. Then she burst into crazy laughter, "I'm kind and gentle, and I'm willing to help others. My husband became a monster, and my daughter was kidnapped by some inhumane bastard and disappeared for ten years! Now when I see those cute kids, I always think of my daughter. When I see their happy faces, I want to tear them all into pieces! When those kids go missing or die, their parents always make me very happy. "
Lucien continued to ask calmly, "Where's Hunt?"
"Him? He's in the graveyard, finishing his experiment. If it weren't for the fact that Hunt couldn't get away, and your extraordinary sword alerted the baron, we would've done it already. " Katharine had a love-hate expression on her face, "He's a monster now. He's no longer the romantic, caring, mysterious, and powerful Hunt in Bonn."
"Mysterious and powerful …" Hearing Katharine's description, Lucien suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. He thought that Hunt learned necromancy by accident after coming to this country that used to be the territory of necromancers. "So he was already a necromancer when he was in Bonn?"
Before Katharine could answer, Lucien heard a clear knocking sound. He turned around and was surprised to see a grey owl standing outside the window. Its whole body was rotten, and its bones were clearly visible. It was tapping the window with its sharp beak and looking at Lucien and Katharine coldly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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