On the top floor of a magic tower in Allyn.
Rogerio took the information collected by other members of the Hand of Paleness and sighed, "Holm Crown prize … He's probably the youngest winner of the prize." No matter whether he can become a senior-rank arcanist in the future, he's destined to be remembered by history. "
While talking, he rubbed his collar that was tightly buttoned, as if he were hoping for a beautiful charm. However, it was a pity that he was more talented in fighting and magic than in arcana after all. He could only watch the latecomers such as Felipe and Lucien receive the highest honor in their respective fields.
"Standing on the shoulder of a giant … Haha … Standing on the shoulder of a giant … Professor probably didn't expect that his student could win the prize so soon. He's probably still focused on his experiment, trying to synthesize a decisive life substance so that he can win both the prize and the prize at the same time. Haha … Will you admit his achievement and give him the Immortal Throne prize? "Adolf sat on the couch with his legs crossed, holding a glass of Sky Blue in his hand.
If it were not for his lifeless face and the two red flames dancing in his eyes, people would definitely mistake him for a living person.
They had already investigated Richardson, the winner of Holm Crown prize, who was still alive and below senior-rank, and they could confirm that he was not Professor.
Rogelio sneered, "Let's see if this' giant 'can live until then. None of the prizes will be given to dead people. Besides, Felipe has made significant progress. "
Then he called in a member of the Hand of Paleness and said, "Raise the attention level of Lucien Evans X to the same level as Larry, Timothy, and Ulysses. Pay attention to his progress at all times."
The Hand of Paleness no longer paid attention to Lucien just because he was Professor. However, before Lucien's research could destroy the Hand of Paleness, the Hand of Paleness would only pay more attention to Lucien, instead of trying to destroy him. Without enough benefits, it would be the worst choice to kill a genius who only had the potential to grow. Also, the Highest Council would never tolerate such bottomless infighting.
"Also, tell that guy to keep looking for Professor. We won't go back on our promise," Rogelio said to the core member of the Hand of Paleness again.
Adol, who was sitting on the sofa, was holding a glass filled with blue liquid. He looked at Rogerio and the man from the Hand of Paleness calmly, and sneered in his mind, "Stupid human …"
…
In the dark winter night, the alchemical arc lamps on both sides of the road were even dimmer.
A wagon rolled over the thin layer of snow and slowly drove to the front of the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, the tallest building in the noble's district.
The coachman jumped off the carriage and opened the door respectfully, "Mr. Evans, Mr. Lazar, we've arrived at Royal Holm Royal Magic Academy.."
As the coachman who had been employed by the Royal Magic Academy for a long time, he knew more about sorcerers than ordinary people.
Standing at the door of the carriage, Lucien took a deep breath of the cold air, trying to get rid of the boredom caused by the meetings.
As soon as Lucien and Lazar stepped into the magic tower, a middle-aged man walked to them. The middle-aged man's light yellow hair was neatly combed to the back, and he tried his best to maintain a perfect posture, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans. I'm Rodham, the steward of the Royal Magic Academy of Holm. I'm here to take you to pick the potions, materials, or magic items that are worth two thousand arcana points. By the way, are you staying here tonight? "
Since the Royal Magic Academy of Holm had a deep relationship with the Hoffenberg family and the Ruiz family, the titles in this place had a strong sense of nobility.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Rodham. Please show me the magic items first. I still need a magic robe." Lucien slightly nodded, "If you have a spare room, please arrange for me and my companions to stay here."
Rodham relied on various magic potions to reach the standard of a normal knight. He placed his left hand on his chest and bowed deeply: "It is my honor to serve you. Mr. Evans, since you've won the prize, you're automatically an honorary member of the Royal Magic Academy of Holm. I'll give you the certificate later, and you can enjoy everything here. "
It was already eight o 'clock in the evening, and the ground floor of the magic tower was very quiet. Only the sound of Lucien and Lazar stepping on the stone floor echoed.
At this time, a group of people walked down from the second floor of the magic tower. The middle-aged man in the front was wearing a dark red double-breasted suit, which made Lucien feel somewhat familiar with him.
It was because he had a pair of silver-gray eyes that left a deep impression on people, and because he was fifty to sixty percent similar to Natasha. In a trance, he felt that he was Natasha who had turned into a man and then aged. However, his face was extremely pale and thin. He did not have the smooth and smooth skin of Natasha at all.
Both his black cloak and his suit were embroidered with a purple-red coat of arms. The coat of arms was made of clouds and mist, and in the center of the coat was a sacred crown. On the two sides of the crown, there was a scepter and a long sword.
Lucien, the pseudo-heraldic scholar, recognized that it was the coat of arms of the royal family of Holm, which was the Hoffenberg family's coat of arms. Some of Natasha's clothes also had similar patterns.
Half a step behind the member of the royal family of Holm was a middle-aged brown-haired man. His elegant long suit was bulging because of his round body. There was a black leather bag between his arms, and there was a flattering smile on his chubby face.
"Your Highness." Rodham saluted solemnly.
This was Patrick Hoffenberg, the only prince of the Kingdom of Holm, Duke of Eidenberg, Meredith's brother, and Natasha's uncle.
Lazar and Lucien also bowed slightly, but they were not as respectful as Rodham. Instead, they greeted Lucien out of courtesy. There was no such strict etiquette between a sorcerer and a noble, unless the sorcerer was supported by a noble, who provided him with money and materials for his magic experiments.
Patrick slightly nodded back. He was about to walk to the gate, but when he saw the beautiful lavender ring on Lucien's right hand from the corner of his eye, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Holm Crown Ring? What's the name of Holm Crown Ring? Are you Mr. Lucien Evans? "
The reason why the royal family of Holm was the most powerful and influential country among all the countries that supported sorcerers was because many of their family members had become outstanding sorcerers, especially the grand arcanist. Therefore, the royal family attached great importance to sorcerers. Since Lucien had won the Holm Crown prize, the most honorable award in the field of Element, the royal family would naturally try to win him over.
Lucien smiled and saluted, "It's my honor to be remembered by you, Your Highness."
There was a hint of a smile in Patrick's silver-gray eyes. "Lucien Evans' world seems to be dominated in recent years. One is a genius musician who opened a new era of music … and the other is a genius sorcerer, the youngest winner of Holm Crown prize." When Patrick mentioned the talented musician, he paused for a second and then smiled, "Evans, are you going to join the druid's research?"
"Yes." Lucien did not understand why Patrick suddenly asked this question.
Patrick nodded and smiled, "The land we're going to use for the experiment is Sariva, which belongs to the royal family. Part of the soil there is very poor. When the time comes, I'll ask the officials in the town to treat you well. Cough, cough, cough … "
Patrick suddenly coughed violently as if he could not breathe. He did not calm down until his servant poured some light green magic potion into his mouth.
"Thank you in advance, Your Highness." Lucien was not used to Patrick's sudden enthusiasm.
Patrick raised his hand, "The glory of the royal family is inseparable from the support of the nobles and sorcerers."
After exchanging a few more words, it was obvious that Patrick's body was not in good condition. Thus, he left under the escort of a few fearsome knights. Before he left, he said in a low voice, "In the letter sent by little Natasha, there's the latest Moonlight Sonata by that talented musician …"
Lucien was a bit surprised. Was he recognized? However, it was quite possible that his identity would be exposed after he won the Holm Crown prize. Lucien would never underestimate the Church and the Congress of Magic's ability to collect intelligence. He only hoped that Natasha could keep her promise and take care of Chorre, John and the rest of the apprentices.
"Well, now that the Hand of Paleness is no longer watching over me, I should write a letter to her."
After Patrick left the magic tower, the fat man walked back to him and said to Patrick with a big smile on his face, "So you're Mr. Evans, the winner of Holm Crown prize today. I'm sure that you'll become a senior-rank sorcerer in the future. I'm Baron Arthur Doyle, the president of Holm Mining Union Bank. "
In the end, the fat man emphasized his title, but it seemed that he was just a noble without any land. Also, since he was able to become the president of Holm Mining Union Bank as a baron, there must be a lot of big nobles or even the royal family behind him.
After chatting for a while, the fat man said to Lucien, "Mr. Evans, you're such an open-minded young sorcerer. We've always wanted to invest in the lines of magic steam trains, especially the ones to the port, but we've been rejected by the Affair Committee. Only if you can become a member of the Affair Committee as soon as possible can we have a deeper cooperation with the Congress of Magic. Well, Mr. Evans, I hope we can meet more often in the future. "
After that, he gave Lucien a business card with golden edges.
Seeing that Lucien took the business card and sent the fat man away, Lazar sighed deeply, "After winning the prize, Evans, you've become a big shot all of a sudden."
"Well, I'm just starting to be regarded as a good investment, that's all." Lucien smiled and shook his head. Following Rodham, Lazar and Lucien walked to the top floor of the magic tower.
…
A magic steam train was running fast on the vast plain. Inside the train, many druids were staring at the scenery outside in shock. Among them, there were elves with delicate faces, long ears, but different skin colors and hair colors, as well as humans and dwarves.
"This alchemical item is unbelievable!" After a long time, most of the druids finally realized what was going on and exclaimed in shock.
A male elf who was as beautiful as a girl looked out of the train and said to his friend in a low voice, "Damn human beings! Damn sorcerers! They're destroying nature again! This kind of track, this kind of train seriously damaged the harmony of nature! I can almost hear the earth crying and the dead plants cursing. They're going to suffer the wrath of nature! "
"I don't know why the First Elder sympathizes with the humans who destroy nature and cut down forests, and why she wants to study divine spells with them. The other elders have objected with all their might, but it was useless." The beautiful elf girl was both puzzled and angry. (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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