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There was a faint smile on Felipe's pale face, "Mr. Professor, you really have a unique perspective in the field of Element. I don't think a person like you is not a nobody. In fact, I'm very curious. Are you one of the few people I know? "
The higher Lucien's arcana level was, the more uncertain he was about Lucien's real power. Although Lucien had always been confident that he was one of the most powerful sorcerers below the senior-rank, Lucien believed that a sorcerer with such a high level of arcana would not be much weaker than him. If they really fought, both of them would suffer great losses.
Hearing Felipe's comment, Lucien knew that he had passed the test. He deliberately changed his voice and said with a smile, "Maybe when I become a senior-rank sorcerer and meet you in Allyn, I'll consider telling you."
He did not use the word "Mr.", implying that they did meet each other in the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress and knew each other. Lucien believed that his rank was on the Cleansing List, so he did not hide the fact that he was not a senior-rank sorcerer yet. He was trying to make Felipe feel that his power was unpredictable.
However, Felipe's vibe suddenly became dangerous. It seemed that he was going to attack Lucien!
Lucien was still calm on the surface, but his heart was getting more and more tense. His plan was based on the fact that the enemy was a rational and sober sorcerer, who knew how to weigh the pros and cons. However, if the enemy was crazy or adventurous, Lucien would be in great danger! With his power and magic items, Lucien could never defeat a third-circle sorcerer, not to mention Felipe, who was very likely to be a senior-rank sorcerer.
It was said that necromancers were crazier than sorcerers of other schools. Lucien thought to himself.
The atmosphere became silent. Viscount Carendia, who seemed to be at ease, stopped tasting the wine and became alert. Although he was unwilling to get involved in the Congress of Magic's business, this was his castle after all, and it would be a great loss if it was destroyed.
The more dangerous the situation was, the calmer Lucien became. Calmly, he picked up the black tea from the table and took a sip, "Felipe, if you don't have any other questions in the field of Element, I'd like to talk to you about the ancient spells in the school of Necromancy."
Since he was testing his level, then he had to have a corresponding attitude. Blindly retreating at this time was not in line with his identity as a "spoiler".
"He wants to test my magic power? Isn't he worried that I'll take the opportunity to learn the unique magic of the school of Necromancy? " Felipe, who was in doubt, calmed down his dangerous aura. "Unless he thinks I can't learn it at all! And there were only two possibilities if I couldn't learn it. Either the structure of this unique spell could be dissected, and it would be very difficult to reverse the whole process from one part, or I would be a dead person, and a dead person wouldn't be able to learn any magic! Professor, do you really look down on me? "
Felipe narrowed his eyes and was about to open his mouth, when he suddenly heard Viscount Carendia's voice, "Hehe, gentlemen, the time for the Feast of Death is coming. If you have anything to talk about, you can wait."
His magnetic voice broke the extremely suffocating atmosphere in the study. Felipe was slightly relieved. He stood up and said, "I was too absorbed in the discussion with Mr. Professor that I didn't notice the time."
Lucien, who almost collapsed, forced himself to stand up and smiled, "Me too."
"Nied, please take Mr. Professor to the hall first. I have something to do." Viscount Carendia put the wine glass on the windowsill and walked to Felipe with his long legs.
After Lucien and Nied left the study, Viscount Carendia looked at Felipe and smiled, "Mr. Felipe, maybe you don't care, but this is the castle left by my grandpa, and it's something I cherish very much. So, if you really want to fight, please finish it quickly, or don't blame me for asking you to go out and continue."
Felipe lowered his head and smiled, "Although I often lose control of my emotions, I still know how to respect my master. Don't worry, Viscount. If I really want to fight, either I can kill Professor in thirty seconds, or he has crossed the bottom line of me and the organization, and I can't back off anymore. "
In Felipe's dictionary, the word "respect for master" should be preceded by "this master is strong enough to deserve respect". Although Viscount Carendia was not a senior-rank vampire, he was not weaker than Felipe. Besides, they were in his castle. If they really fought, Felipe might not be able to win.
"Mr. Felipe, it's great that you can understand. I'll talk to Mr. Professor about it too." Viscount Carendia walked to the door of the study.
Felipe followed him slowly with Cleveland. His face was as gloomy and pale as usual.
"Master, why don't we test him directly? The professor's shameful appearance is obviously because he is scared of you. " Cleveland, a middle-aged man who was at least twice Felipe's age, called Felipe his master without any hesitation. In the world of magic, as long as you were strong enough and knowledgeable enough, you would be respected and treated accordingly. "Also, he will definitely try to sabotage your arrangement later."
Felipe shook his head, "Thankfully, I tested him and didn't attack him directly. Now, my evaluation of Professor's strength has been raised to a higher level. No wonder he can be on the Church's Cleansing List. As long as he doesn't cross the bottom line, it's better not to risk fighting him. " He still had enough confidence in his own strength, and he believed that the reason why he was not on the Cleansing List was that he did not do anything to offend the Church.
Pausing, Felipe looked at Cleveland, as if he was going to say something, but after he opened his mouth, he still walked forward gloomily with his hands in the pockets of his coat gloomily.
The organization's business was the organization's business, and his own business was his own business. The two required different attitudes.
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Following the serious butler, Nied, Lucien felt that his legs were almost weak. Facing a powerful sorcerer like Felipe, who seemed to be both rational and crazy at the same time, disguise and impersonation were a test of his willpower and spirit.
The organization that was hostile to the Will of Elements and the Royal Magic Academy of Holm seemed to be called the Hand of Paleness. It sounded like an organization among necromancers. Was Felipe holding the Feast of Death to recruit more people?
In this case, it was impossible to directly ask Felipe about the identity of the contact person in the city of Sturk, because as a middle-rank sorcerer, Felipe could fly across the Storm Strait by himself.
If there was a chance, I would test him, but if there was no chance, I would never take the risk. After all, there was still hope for me to get the information in the city of Sturk. Lucien didn't expect that he would be involved in such a dangerous situation because of this, and it was very likely that he would return empty-handed. Hopefully, Felipe would be able to tell him by himself.
Lucien walked into the hall calmly without saying anything.
Lucien felt that he was in a graveyard when he smelled the rotten smell.
The hall was decorated as if the nobles of Aalto were holding a ball. The spacious and bright space, the long table full of food, the wine glasses, the waiters walking around with trays, and the melodious music were all so elegant and comfortable.
The only thing that was out of place was the creepy black-robed sorcerers and apprentices. They held food and wine glasses in their hands as they conversed. From time to time, they would take out white brains, dead eyeballs, brittle skulls, rotten hearts, intact baby corpses, and other materials and items from their pockets to exchange for things or money that they needed. It was a rare occasion where so many apprentices and sorcerers gathered together.
Although Lucien was not afraid of dead bodies, and he had played with the organs of dead bodies before, it was only on special occasions. Therefore, he lost his appetite when he saw this scene. He thought to himself, Sorcerers are regarded as the symbol of evil on the whole continent, and the performance of necromancers is definitely the most important factor.
"Mr. Professor, nice to meet you."
"Mr. Professor."
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When the apprentices saw Lucien passing by, they all lowered their heads and greeted him respectfully. Lucien was a powerful big shot!
Lucien slightly nodded and took a glass of water from the waiter's tray. He walked around the hall, thinking about how he should face Felipe next.
"Mr. Professor …" Lucien heard a familiar voice, and then he found himself standing in front of Fatty and the other apprentices.
They were squatting in a corner of the hall, and in front of them were several well-preserved corpses. They were explaining something to the other apprentices.
Lucien was a bit curious, so he asked casually, "What are you talking about?"
"Mr. Professor, we're talking about the structure of the human body." All the apprentices, including Fatty, hurriedly stood up and answered.
Ceci, the fourth-circle sorcerer, was also here. He forced a smile on his stiff face, "Mr. Professor, they're talking about the structure of the human body. They're not just talking about the structure of organs and blood vessels. They're also trying to identify the changes in the organs and bones of the dead bodies."
"That's a good idea. Are they your apprentices, Mr. Ceci? "Lucien asked curiously.
Ceci shook his head, "I'm just here to bring them here. Mr. Professor, do you know if the Continental Magic Congress has any similar research? "
"…" Lucien almost slapped himself on the face, "How do I know if the Continental Magic Congress has any similar research …"
However, Lucien knew that the Continental Magic Congress' arcana research level was definitely much higher than that of Lucien's, so he chose his words carefully and said concisely, "It's even better."
Fatty, Red Wine, and the other apprentices all looked at Lucien with great interest, hoping that he would say something more.
"As you said, Mr. Professor, the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress and the Hand of Paleness have done a lot of research on the human body. They've discovered many diseases that can cause death and the corresponding changes in the body, and they've invented many new spells, such as' Cursed Pneumonia ', which can make your opponent cough so hard that they can't cast any spells."
At this time, Felipe's voice came from behind.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Felipe." Some of the sorcerers and apprentices lowered their heads and greeted Felipe respectfully.
Felipe took a glance at Lucien with a complicated expression, and then he turned around and said to the other apprentices, "I have something to tell you."
Then, he walked to the half-tall wooden platform in front of the hall and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Felipe from the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress, the Hand of Paleness. I'm here to talk to you about something." 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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