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Near the lake, against the steep cliff, there was a dark, gloomy castle covered with vines. The spires of the castle reached the clouds, making it look like a dark forest.
Behind the rock, Lucien took a deep breath and moved the Ice Avenger ring to his left ring finger. Then, he took out the Holm Crown prize ring "Mo" that Natasha gave him and put it on his left index finger. However, the word "Mo" engraved on the front of the ring was moved to the pad of his finger.
Faced with unknown dangers, the owner of the castle and the necromancers from the Continental Magic Congress, Lucien had to use all his resources to ensure his safety.
After entering Spellcasting Focus, Lucien became as calm as ice and snow. He walked out from the back of the rock and walked toward the castle as if taking a stroll.
The cool wind in June blew away the heat of the day. The only sound that could be heard was the chirping of insects. Lucien walked all the way to the gate of the castle, but nothing stopped him.
He calmly reached out his hand, bent his fingers, and rhythmically knocked on the thick ironwood door with a "dong dong dong" sound.
After three consecutive knocks, Lucien stopped knocking on the door and waited there quietly.
About three minutes later, the gate of the castle was slowly opened, followed by the sound of heavy friction on the ground.
The gate was so heavy that even two or three strong men might not be able to open it. However, the one who opened the gate was an old man with light brown hair who was wearing a black bonnet, a black suit and a white shirt. The old man's every move was strictly in accordance with the etiquette of the nobles. He asked in a standard continental accent, "Who are you, sir? Why are you here in Carendia Castle? "
Lucien smiled politely, "Mr. Butler, I'm a sorcerer who's traveling through the Duchy of Djibouti. I'm just a sorcerer …"
Lucien paused for a second. Seeing that the old butler was still serious, he continued, "I ran into a group of bandits in the wild of Dragon's Tooth. They tried to rob me, but I killed them one by one. To my surprise, I found an invitation letter from one of the bandits. It was a letter from the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress, inviting the necromancers and apprentices from Wilfrid's territory to attend the Feast of Death in your castle. "
"I think it was an unfortunate apprentice who was killed by the bandits and found the letter. Fortunately, the bandits didn't know how to read. I'm very interested in the Feast of Death, so I came here according to the address of the Carendia Castle written by the apprentice himself. Please forgive me. "
"My dear guest, what's the symbol on the invitation letter?" The old butler's expression did not change, as if the person in front of him was not an evil sorcerer, but a businessman or a traveler.
Although the old butler could not see his face under the black hood, Lucien still maintained the perfect smile, "It's a black hexagram on the invitation letter."
The old butler nodded, "My dear guest, please allow me to report to my master."
He held a white candle inlaid in a candlestick, and in the dim yellow light, he turned around and walked into the depths of the gloomy and dark castle.
Lucien stood where he was and did not take a step forward. He just waited there.
The old steward seemed to be walking very slowly, but not long after his figure disappeared into the darkness, the dim candlelight lit up again. Then, the old steward slowly walked in front of Lucien.
"My dear guest, you are very polite and know how to respect other people." The old butler narrowed his eyes and looked at Lucien's feet that did not move at all. "My master, Viscount Carendia, invites you to meet him in his library. Please follow me. Please follow me closely. Don't get lost in the darkness. It's very dangerous. "
Lucien held his chest with his left hand and slightly bowed, "Thank you, Viscount Carendia, for forgiving me."
The old butler did not say anything. He turned around and walked slowly with the candlestick in his hand. Lucien quickly followed him.
When they were far away from the gate of the castle, the darkness on both sides suddenly wriggled. However, when Lucien looked at it carefully, it was quiet and dark again.
Lucien's Host Star of Destiny, his strong spiritual power, and his sharp intuition made him feel that there were countless terrifying and dangerous things hiding in the darkness where the candlelight could not reach.
The clusters of darkness seemed to be alive. They were shaking normally under the illumination of the candlelight, which made Lucien's hair stand on end. His skin tightened, and he dared not to be careless and followed the old butler closely.
After a long time, the old butler suddenly stopped and pushed the door forward. A door was slowly opened. Bright yellow light shone out, and all the darkness was gone.
"Honorable guest, this way please." The old butler half bowed and stretched out his right hand, indicating that Lucien should go in first.
Lucien slightly nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Butler." Then, he calmly and decisively stepped into the room.
There was a thick, dark yellow carpet, a coat rack carved from gold, a dozen silver candlesticks inlaid on both sides of the wall, a desk and a bookcase made of precious dark red wood, and various ornate details all showed that the owner's taste was inclined towards luxury.
Sitting on a red leather sofa in front of the desk was a golden-haired, golden-eyed man wearing a black shirt and a red jacket. His facial features were well-defined, and he was handsome and full of masculinity.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sorcerer." The blonde man leaned against the sofa lazily and did not intend to stand up to greet Lucien. The old butler who strictly abided by etiquette quickly walked to him and whispered in his ear, "Master, please maintain the etiquette of a noble."
Lucien replied politely, "Nice to meet you, Viscount Carendia. Thank you for not minding my sudden visit."
Viscount Carendia turned his head and smiled at the old butler, "Mr. Nied, you see, Mr. Sorcerer doesn't mind me sitting here. Please take it easy."
"If only Mr. Count was here. He's the model of elegance and nobility …" The old butler mumbled and stood behind Viscount Carendia without saying anything.
Viscount Carendia held his forehead and said sadly, "But I only have a vague impression of my grandpa. How can I learn his etiquette?" Then, he pointed at the sofa and said, "Mr. Sorcerer, please take a seat. I already know why you're here, but how can I believe that you're not a night watcher of the Church? They're not short of sorcerers who have surrendered. "
Even when the Church was mentioned, the viscount did not seem to care much. His right fingers flicked on the arm of the sofa.
Lucien calmly gave the answer that he had prepared long ago, "My nickname is' Professor '."
"Professor? Professor who ranks 359th on the Church's Cleansing List? "The laziness on Viscount Carendia's face was gone, and he asked solemnly. Every sorcerer on the Church's Cleansing List was a terrifying expert, such as grand arcanists, legendary sorcerers, grand cardinals of the Saint Truth in the North, primordial dragons, vampire ancestors, werewolf princes, royal Kuo-toans, cult leaders, and so on. Even the weakest of them was a Celestial Knight. The fact that Professor was on the list as a middle-rank sorcerer suggested that he was extraordinary. Chances were that he was as strong as a senior-rank sorcerer.
"He does know." Lucien was more or less relieved. Low-level magic apprentices and even common sorcerers might not know the names on the Church's Cleansing List. If it were not for Viscount Carendia's status and power, Lucien's codename of "Professor" would probably be regarded as a new word. "Yes, I'm Professor who returned to the east of the continent from Aalto."
Viscount Carendia eyed Lucien up and down. Then, he saw that Lucien was rubbing the ring on his left index finger with his right hand. Then, he put on a lazy smile again, "Hehe. Even I'm not on the Church's Cleansing List. You must be extraordinary, Mr. Professor. However, how can you prove that you're Professor? "
Lucien leaned back on the sofa casually and asked back, "How do you want me to prove it, Lord Viscount?"
Viscount Carendia nodded, "I'm told that you've created a unique spell that can directly destroy houses and other buildings, Professor. Even the headquarters of the Continental Magic Congress has never seen such a spell. So, I'd like to ask you to show it to me, Mr. Professor. It can best prove your identity. "
Lucien stood up and pointed at the library, "Is it here?"
"Whatever you want, Mr. Professor." Viscount Carendia leaned back on the sofa with his eyes narrowed.
Lucien walked to the wall and calculated the range of the frequency. Then, he opened his mouth and screamed silently.
Waves were transmitted into the castle from Lucien's hands, and the castle fed back the vibration information. Lucien adjusted the frequency of the waves according to the feedback.
Very soon, the castle began to shake obviously, but the shaking was far from intense. It was just like rowing a boat on a lake.
"A lot of powerful magic circles must've been deployed in this castle. The Hand of Resonance alone cannot make it shake violently," Lucien speculated.
At this moment, Viscount Carendia's applause came from his back. He clapped his hands and chuckled, "It's truly an amazing unique spell. As a matter of fact, Mr. Professor, I already find it incredible that you can make my castle shake. "
Lucien took the opportunity to stop. He turned around and smiled, "Does this prove my identity?"
"Of course. I'm sure that you're Mr. Professor." Viscount Carendia asked Lucien to sit down. "You already know the time and place of the Feast of Death, Mr. Professor. I'll ask Nied to make another invitation for you. You can just come and join the party. Hehe. If you're willing to stay in my castle until the party begins, you won't need an invitation. "
Lucien shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Viscount, but I have other things to take care of. I can't come until then. However, if the time and place of the Feast of Death change, how should I know? "
Hearing Lucien's answer, Nied immediately walked to his desk and prepared to make an invitation. Viscount Carendia thought for a second and said, "I'll tell you the two places where the local magic circle left their marks. If there's any change, I'll tell you."
Then, the viscount told Lucien the two places in Korsor and the meaning of the marks. In the end, he said with a playful smile, "I'm looking forward to your participation, Mr. Professor. If you can come one day earlier, you can spend more time with Mr. Felipe, who's also from the Headquarters of the Magic Council. You're all young and full of energy. You should get together like this. Also, I'm very interested in arcana and magic knowledge. "
"Young?" Lucien looked at Viscount Carendia confusedly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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