On the street of Korsor, Lucien, Simon, Joanna, and Betty were walking slowly toward the city gate. High in the sky, a handsome eagle was flying. There was a package tied to the back of the eagle, and a big basket of fresh meat was hanging on its chest.
"Mr. Evans, are you really leaving Korsor today?" Betty looked at Lucien with regret. When Lucien admitted his identity, she was still a little bit skeptical. However, after the musicians in Korsor tried to play the last two movements of Moonlight, she completely believed that this handsome, elegant, powerful, and gentle Mr. Evans was her favorite musician, the Prince of Music that she always dreamed of.
The complicated piano techniques, the light and short melodies, the burning passion, and the strong will all showed Mr. Evans's unique style. There was no doubt that this was another excellent piano sonata that could move anyone.
Lucien had already seen the sign of the magic circle in Korsor when he was wandering around the city. Due to Hunter's accidental death, the invitation was postponed for three days, and the location remained the same. Therefore, he smiled and said, "I still have something important to do, so I can't stay in Korsor, and I can't hold the concert. Betty, you should focus on your knight training. If you can become a real knight, maybe we can meet again in Aalto. If that's the case, I'll play a song for you in private. "
"Really?" Betty was surprised. This was a small promise made by the musician she admired. Therefore, she was full of motivation and nodded, "I'll train hard!"
When Betty was thinking, Joanna and Simon whispered to each other, "Thank you, Mr. Evans, for your encouragement."
"It's just a small gift." Lucien turned around and said, "It's a memorable trip. Well, I have to leave Korsor now."
Looking at Lucien's back disappearing in the afternoon sun, Simon and the rest of them were not surprised that Lucien dared to travel alone, nor were they surprised that Lucien still insisted on setting off when it was almost evening. According to him, the reason why he hired a team of adventurers was that he was lazy, and he needed people to help him with his chores. Now that he had something urgent to deal with in Baron Habearo's castle, he had to rely on his own strength to cross the mountain range.
"Now that I think about it, the past eleven days were just like a dream," murmured Betty, clenching her fists.
Simon and Joanna nodded and pinched their Quintal necklaces, and began to think about which nobles they should ask to teach them the formal Knight training.
…
In the hall of the Musicians' Association in Korsor.
Standing in front of the counter, Caspar looked at the place where Lucien wrote the letter and said, "Chris, why don't we replace this place with iron and steel, and then erect a statue of Mr. Evans, when he was writing the music score." "Then we can tell people that Mr. Lucien Evans composed the famous piano sonata Moonlight in this place. Many noble lords will come to visit this place, right? "
After Lucien turned down the invitation to the concert and stay as a guest, he had other ideas.
"Yeah …" Chris was still smiling like she was in a dream. She stared blankly ahead and didn't hear what Casper was saying at all.
Caspar didn't mind. He rubbed his chin and frowned as he pondered. He and Chris were having an irrelevant discussion.
At this time, a staff member of the Musicians' Association came back from outside, "Mr. Caspar, I've arranged Mr. Wise to live in the villa. What else can I do for you? "
"Nothing. Don't bother me. Chris, what do you think about adding an oil painting of Mr. Evans in the hall? "Caspar waved his hand casually.
…
On the night of the third Monday in July, the Silver Moon was hanging high in the sky, emitting bright and cold light.
Bathing in the moonlight, Lucien crossed the mountains and forests quickly. He could already see the mirror-like lake outside of the Carendia Castle.
In the past ten days, Lucien had been moving forward alone in a weird way, making it impossible for anyone to know where he was. Thankfully, there were a lot of mountains in the Duchy of Djibouti, and it was not uncommon for people to get lost in the mountains. Therefore, Lucien was able to go to the Carendia Castle without worrying that his identity as a musician would be exposed.
Of course, the appearance of the professor and the musician Lucien Evans in the Duchy of Djibouti at almost the same time would always lead to subtle associations. However, it still required a bold imagination to treat them as the same person, because there were a lot of reasons that could be explained.
The castle was still the same as the last time Lucien saw it, with many spires that looked like claws and fangs, and the dark appearance was always so intimidating.
On the grass outside of the gate, there were already many mysterious people in black hooded robes waiting there. Lucien glanced at them and estimated that there were at least three or four hundred of them.
Some of the mysterious people were very special. They were wearing magic robes of different colors and did not cover their faces with hoods, showing their faces openly. There were men and women among them. What they had in common was that they looked gloomy and dull. They formed a loose circle with the other nineteen people in black robes, chatting among themselves. The other people around them, on the other hand, kept a clear distance from them, as if they were very scared of them.
"They should be official sorcerers. They used the first-circle spell 'Camouflage' to change their appearance." Lucien, who was also an official sorcerer, soon figured out the reason. "However, if they run into someone whose spiritual power or willpower is two levels higher than theirs, the spell would be seen through directly. The other ten or so people in black robes who should also be official sorcerers did not use the spell. It seems that they are probably middle-rank sorcerers, and they are not worried that people below senior-rank can see through their disguises. "Lucien did not dare to use Camouflage himself either.
After confirming that the twenty-three people in black robes were official sorcerers, Lucien was a bit surprised. "There are only so few sorcerers in the whole Wilfred territory? Maybe there are still some people who haven't arrived yet? "
The former Wilfred territory included two duchies in the central and southern part of the continent and one count. Its area was much larger than the Duchy of Orvarit. There were about three or four hundred Knights in total, but there were only about twenty sorcerers.
Without hiding himself, Lucien walked out of the dark shadow and walked towards the gate of the castle. Many people in black robes looked back at him.
Maybe it was because there was no obvious sign on him that made it hard for them to tell whether he was familiar or not. They slowly turned around and talked with their companions. After all, most of them did not know Lucien at all.
The twenty or so sorcerers glanced at Lucien and began to talk in a low voice.
Lucien slowly walked to the four apprentices and looked around calmly. At the same time, he listened to their conversation.
In the conversation, which was full of words such as "corpse", "eyeball", "hatred", and "undead", one of the apprentices who was obviously so fat that his black robe was too tight noticed the quiet guest next to him. Thinking that they might exchange materials later, he greeted Lucien, "Nice to meet you. We are apprentices from the southern mountains of the Duchy of Djibouti. May I ask which country you are from? How should I address you? "
"I'm from the Kingdom of Kazan. You can call me 'Professor'," answered Lucien, hoping to get more information.
The Kingdom of Kazan was the country opposite Dragon Tooth Town.
"Hehe, you're the guest of Kazan. You can call me 'Fatty'. " Obviously, the fat apprentice and his companions had never heard of the nickname 'Professor' before. "They're 'Grouper', 'Bread', and 'Red Wine'."
Lucien glanced at the fat apprentice and suspected that the fat apprentice was faking it. "It's the first time I've been to a party like this. I didn't expect that there would be so many sorcerers and apprentices. I wonder how many of them are still absent."
The short apprentice, 'Bread', whispered to Lucien, "The sorcerer who brought us here said that most of the sorcerers and apprentices in the three countries nearby are here. Only a small number of sorcerers who have never been in touch with the big world are absent. "
"Sorcerers …" Lucien was a bit surprised. He did not expect that there were so few apprentices left in the territory of Wilfrid. In the territory of Viscount Stanley in Korsor alone, there were probably close to a thousand people who were Knight squires.
"That's the sorcerers over there." The fat apprentice quietly pointed at the group of sorcerers and said in a very respectful and admiring tone.
Even in today's Aalto, the word 'apprentice' still meant a low status, and the loss of freedom in exchange for the opportunity to learn. The word 'apprentice' was passed down from the Dark Age hundreds of years ago, and it showed that there was a huge gap between the apprentices and the sorcerers, both in terms of power and status. In the eyes of some crazy ancient sorcerers, apprentices were often synonymous with materials and experimental subjects.
However, in this place alone, the ratio of apprentices to sorcerers was close to 20: 1.
"That's the big one who brought us here …"
The fat apprentice's voice suddenly trembled, because he saw that the group of sorcerers quickly separated without any sign and surrounded them. He was so scared that his fat was shivering.
The leader of the group, an old man with gray hair and a face as dry as a mummy, pointed at Lucien with a long staff that seemed to be made of bones. "My friend, who are you exactly? You'd better confess, because none of us have seen you before. "
Lucien did not expect to be surrounded by local sorcerers the moment he arrived. It was completely beyond his expectation. "How did they tell me apart?"
Very soon, Lucien realized that it must be because of the organization of the Feast of Death.
After Viscount Carendia received the request of the guests from the Continental Magic Congress, he probably summoned the sorcerers that he believed to be trustworthy to make sure that no one from the Church sneaked in. The list that the sorcerers made, on the other hand, must've been made of people that they were familiar with. Therefore, he was undoubtedly the most suspicious since no sorcerers knew him. (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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