Since Lucien, a stranger, showed up, some sorcerers and apprentices began to check the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that they might be ambushed by the Church.
Under the cold stares of the other sorcerers, under the curious, excited, and bloodthirsty eyes of most of the apprentices, and under the gnashing teeth of the fatty and the rest of the sorcerers, Lucien calmly took out the invitation letter and said, "I'm a special guest invited by Viscount Carendia."
Seeing that Lucien explained the reason casually, the mummified old man in the lead was slightly relieved. He asked the apprentice to take the invitation letter and open it.
The tall black top hat was slightly tilted, as if the corners of his mouth were curled up, giving off an eerie sense of humor. The old man in the lead glanced around and then looked at the other magicians. "This invitation letter was not sent out by me. What about you? "
The other sorcerers looked at the invitation letter held in front of the apprentice's chest and shook their heads, "This is not the invitation letter we sent out. The mark is completely different."
The old man's mummified facial muscles twitched, "Sir, your invitation letter was indeed not stolen from someone else, but we can't prove that it was sent out by Viscount Carendia. To ensure everyone's safety, let's wait for the confirmation from Viscount Carendia and Butler Nied, shall we? You can call me Ceci, a fourth-circle sorcerer. "
Ceci had always been a bit scared of this mysterious sorcerer.
"Mr. Ceci, as a guest who took the liberty to participate, I have no objection. You can call me 'Professor', "replied Lucien politely.
The necromancer, who was used to being gloomy, nodded, "Mr. Professor, we're very satisfied with your cooperation. By the way, are you a real sorcerer? "
Ceci was more or less convinced that Lucien was a guest invited by Viscount Carendia based on their conversation and his attitude. Therefore, he asked about Lucien's identity to make sure of his attitude. An apprentice and a real sorcerer were at a completely different level. However, since Lucien was still a stranger, he could not directly ask about Lucien's level, so he could only ask vaguely.
"Of course," replied Lucien concisely.
Ceci and the other necromancers were even more amiable. They said politely, "We hope that we can exchange knowledge of magic with you in the banquet, Mr. Professor."
They did not suspect Lucien's impersonation, because a real sorcerer and an apprentice were very different in magic knowledge. Therefore, Lucien was at least a guest of high status and power.
Fatty, Bread and the other apprentices, were more or less surprised... Mr. Professor, who had been talking to them in a friendly way earlier, was a real sorcerer?! His attitude towards the apprentices was completely different from the arrogant and gloomy magicians beside him!
"In fact, I'm not a necromancer." Although Lucien had read the Book of Necromancy and knew a lot about the human body structure, he was no different from an apprentice when it came to necromancy since he was used to analyzing souls and consciousnesses in his previous life. Without a reasonable hypothesis, he was no different from an apprentice when it came to necromancy.
Furthermore, according to the records of the Book of Necromancy, whether it was meditation or learning magic, one would often have to come into contact with rotting corpses. It was very easy for one to be infected with terrifying toxins and filth. Other than relying on leveling up to resist, there were only a few potions that could cure them. Therefore, Lucien, who had learned the Book of Astrology and Elements, did not want to risk learning the Book of Necromancy for the time being. He only copied a few analyses of necromancy that were not too disgusting.
Ceci's mummified face was filled with surprise again, "If you're not a necromancer, why are you here? You want to exchange materials and items? How many necromancy spells do you want to learn? "
The other necromancers and apprentices also felt that it was a bit weird. Necromancers who specialized in necromancy were often ostracized by their peers in other schools, who regarded them as filthy, stinky, and evil.
Before Lucien could answer, the gate of the castle creaked heavily. Nied, the butler who paid attention to etiquette, appeared at the door.
He was still wearing the same clothes that Lucien saw last time. He slowly said, "Mr. Professor is indeed a special guest invited by the master."
"Since the viscount invited him, we're relieved," said Ceci on behalf of all the necromancers and apprentices.
Nied nodded slightly, "Also, Professor is also from the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress. He's a powerful sorcerer."
"The headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress? Powerful? " The necromancers and apprentices were more or less gloomy after dealing with corpses all year round. Even though they heard the unexpected news, they just looked at Lucien in a low voice.
The old necromancer, Ceci, sensitively noticed the word "also" from Nied's mouth. He asked in confusion, "Why is there another sorcerer from the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress?" Ceci, who had been avoiding the Church for a long time, smelled the scent of conspiracy and conflict.
"Mr. Professor is just passing by." Nied told the truth that no one believed, "Also, his power is widely acknowledged. He's already listed in the Church's Cleansing List, ranked 359th."
"What? The Cleansing List?! "
Even the gloomy Necromancers couldn't help but become restless upon hearing this explosive news. Although they didn't know who were on the Cleansing List, they knew that those who were on the list were all high-level existences who could affect or even destroy a country.
In this regard, the Church always had a good reputation.
They looked at Lucien in awe, especially when they thought of the rude encirclement just now. Many necromancers were a bit uneasy. They had never seen a big shot on the Cleansing List before. Lucien was at least a senior-rank sorcerer.
Ceci did not doubt Nied's words. He thought for a while and said, "Mr. Professor, please forgive us for our rudeness. We've always been looking forward to visiting the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress."
He suspected that the professor in front of him was not on good terms with Felipe, and it was very likely that the professor was involved in the internal strife of the Congress of Magic. Therefore, he used the excuse of respecting the Congress of Magic to apologize to the professor.
"It's fine. As a matter of fact, I'd be very disappointed if you couldn't find a stranger. "After using the identity of a professor, Lucien could only maintain the tone of a big shot.
Nied interrupted, "Mr. Professor, the master asked you to come to the study first. Mr. Felipe is also there. Mr. Ceci, you can go to the hall under the guidance of the servants after a while. "
Although Lucien did not want to talk to Mr. Felipe at all, he did not have a good excuse. Therefore, he could only follow Nied and walk to the study in the dark.
Watching Mr. Professor's back disappear into the darkness, the fat man couldn't help but whistle in his heart. He said to his companions around him, "Wow, the Cleansing List feels so cool!"
"I hope that one day I can also be listed on the Cleansing List," said Red Wine, who was tall and slim.
The other necromancers and apprentices also had the same feeling. The Cleansing List, which was used by the Church to eliminate dangerous targets, was something worth showing off in their eyes.
…
In the library on an unknown floor of the castle, Viscount Carendia, who was wearing a red shirt and a black coat, and another man had been standing next to the window and watching what was happening down below. They saw the whole process.
"It seems that Mr. Professor is not a very powerful sorcerer," said the viscount. Seeing that Lucien did not use his power to intimidate Mr. Professor, Viscount Carendia casually took out the invitation letter. Holding a glass of wine in his hand, the viscount looked relaxed and at ease.
The man next to the viscount had black hair, black eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. His face was handsome but sickly. He was wearing a black shirt with mutton leg sleeves and a black coat that was rarely seen on the continent. The man said in a gloomy voice, "The Church said that he's extremely cunning and dangerous. We can't judge his power from his style."
"Yes, since the Will of Elements or the Holm Royal Magic Academy dared to send Professor here, it means that they believe that he's powerful enough to defeat you, Mr. Felipe. If you act rashly, you'll be in great danger. " Hehe. What a dilemma. "Viscount Carendia said as if he were a bystander who was worried that the matter would not get out of hand.
Felipe looked back at his follower and took a sip of the wine, "The Will of Elements doesn't know how powerful I am right now, but I don't know how powerful this mysterious Professor is either. Is he Larry, Timothy, or Ulysses?"
Felipe casually counted the people who were as powerful as him in the Will of Elements and the Holm Royal Magic Academy, but he did not find anyone who was Professor. So he shook his head and said, "Although the word 'Professor' is a new word, I can tell that this gentleman is very proud of his arcana level. Therefore, his magic level is not much higher than his arcana level, or even the same …"
Felipe did not finish his words, but two pale flames were dancing in his eyes.
Viscount Carendia took a sip of the wine and changed the topic, "I heard that Mr. Lucien Evans is also in the Duchy of Djibouti these days. Hehe, Princess Natasha is really worried about her little lover. She even asked Professor to protect him secretly, and he happened to see your death feast. "
"Considering the relationship between Natasha and that gentleman, it's not strange that she asked Professor for help. If it weren't for Professor's request, why would Lucien Evans, the great musician, take such a poor and remote route in the south of the continent? "Felipe did not believe that it was a coincidence at all.
No one would think that Lucien, who had just come of age, and Professor, who was close to senior-rank, were the same person. Even though Felipe was always confident, he did not get to where he was until he was 29 years old.
In their eyes, the Church's Cleansing List was something worth trusting.
…
Led by Nied, Lucien came to the study where he met Felipe last time.
The layout of the room remained the same, but there were two more people in the room. Other than Viscount Carendia, who Lucien knew, there was also a young man with a pale face who looked like a vampire, and a tall middle-aged man with a beard and strong muscles.
"You're Mr. Professor, right? I'm Felipe. " Felipe put on a gloomy smile and stared at Lucien with pale flames dancing in his eyes.
Lucien suddenly had a great sense of fear and danger, because this Mr. Felipe did not restrain his hostility at all. It was extremely cold, and the pressure he gave Lucien was only second to the pressure he felt when Camille turned into elemental.
"Even if he's not a senior-rank yet, he's very close to it!"
"Why does he have such a strong and obvious hostility towards me? Does the Will of Elements or the Holm Royal Magic Academy have a fierce competition with the force he represents?
"It seems that I've hit the nail on the head. No plan can be complete without sufficient information!"
Lucien thought to himself. However, after going through so many dangerous situations, Lucien was still able to stay calm. He knew that if he let the cat out of the bag at this moment, he would not have a good ending.
"If we're enemies, why doesn't he just do it?"
"Unless he's also scared of Professor!"
Lucien's calmness cleared his mind, and he smiled gently, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Felipe. I've heard a lot about you." 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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