Hearing Lucien's words, Leo, who was still conscious because of the Blessing of the Frost Giant, opened his eyes with great difficulty. Could this young gentleman really deal with Warren and his father?
The tavern owner did not expect that Lucien would make such a direct request. Didn't he know who Warren and his father was?!
Warren felt that it was ridiculous. He tried to control his anger and said viciously, "Mister, why should I ask you to hire Leo first? Do you think he'll be stupid enough to come back to the East Haven after leaving with you? Don't you think your tone is disgusting? Do you think you can take my anger on behalf of him?! "
The rhetorical questions fully revealed Warren's bad mood at this moment. A business deal to please a duke of the Schachran Empire was ruined by Leo. When Warren finally caught Leo and was about to vent his anger on him, this guy came out of nowhere and tried to stop him. Warren was trying to be polite and not offend this mysterious stranger. However, Lucien's tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was giving orders to his subordinates. Except for his father, the nine city leaders and the big nobles of the Schachran Empire, no one dared to talk to him in such a tone!
As Warren's tone changed, Jarolim, who was short and fierce, stepped forward with a pair of black daggers in each of his hands. It seemed that he was about to jump at Lucien. His Knight's aura was aimed at Lucien without any reservation.
Once Lucien was suppressed, or even trembling in fear, it meant that he was not strong enough. Warren could take him down directly!
This was just a preliminary test. Warren would never allow someone to pretend to be unfathomable and intimidate him with just a few words.
Jarolim stared at Lucien's eyes with his cold grey eyes and tried his best to suppress Lucien.
Suddenly, he saw a flash of grey light in Lucien's brown eyes, as if the old smell of decay was reflected in his mind.
Then, extreme pain and numbness appeared on Jarolim's body without any sign. The customers in the tavern who were watching from behind Lucien could not help but scream in fear, because they saw that the back of Jarolim's hands and face were festering, and yellow pus was oozing out. It was extremely horrifying.
Jarolim knew that he was hit by Lucien's magic. His body immediately turned into layers of black flame, but the festering seemed to be contagious even to the illusionary flames. The flames turned yellow and died out one after another.
Warren, the tall and strong man next to him, as well as the other black-scaled swordsmen, also noticed Jarolim's horrible condition. In just a few seconds, Jarolim was so weak that it seemed like he had become another person. It took Jarolim a lot of effort to stop the festering of his body. He was gasping for air, but it would take him a long time to recover completely. Lucien, on the other hand, was still smiling with his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted suit. He did not take the opportunity to attack, nor did he try to make the festering worse.
The third-circle necromancy spell, Festering Curse!
"Necromancer?" Warren tried his best to remain calm, but his voice was still filled with fear. Necromancers had always had a bad reputation. All kinds of cruel, mysterious, dark, and terrifying methods seemed to be the portrayal of them and the illusionists, especially in the deep north where many ancient sorcerers frequented.
Lucien smiled, but did not say anything.
The tall and strong Knight lowered his head and whispered something in Warren's ear.
Warren stood up and asked, "A middle-rank sorcerer? Are you from the Congress of Magic, or somewhere else in the north?"
The owner of the tavern, the black-scaled swordsmen, and the other guests all looked at Lucien in surprise. No wonder he could easily defeat Jarolim, a formal Knight, so he was a middle-rank sorcerer!
Middle-rank sorcerers were common in the Headquarters of the Magic Council, but the ones who were on the same rank as them were called Arch- Knights, or Bishops. Except for the Holy City, Allyn, Renstadt, Aalto, Tria, and San Ivansburg, these people were all powerful enough to take charge of a city. In the East Haven, except for the nine city lords who were Sky Knights, Gold Knights, and senior-rank sorcerers, the rest of the city lords were only Arch- Knights or middle-rank sorcerers.
Furthermore, a middle-ranked mage, even if he only had three or four rings, could rely on the Art of Flight and all sorts of mysterious and bizarre magic to match the strength of a Grand Knight.
Lucien reached out his right hand that was wearing a white glove to cover his Holm Crown ring. He adjusted his monocle and said in a calm tone, "It doesn't matter where I'm from. What matters is that I want to take Leo away. Mr. Warren, are you okay with that?"
Lucien's arrogance reminded Warren of the legendary geniuses of the Congress of Magic, especially those from the Hand of Paleness. Warren forced a smile and shrugged, "In the East Haven, either gold or power is everything. Since you've shown your power, sir, please allow me to take my men and leave now."
Although Warren had the protection of his father, he was still able to make a name for himself in the East Haven. He knew the rules of this place very well. Once there was a powerful figure that he could not defeat, even if he asked for his father's help, he would immediately become humble and polite. If he was killed for offending a powerful figure from the Congress of Magic, except for his father, the other lords of the East Haven would not waste their power on him.
Lucien smiled, "You're very wise, Mr. Warren."
To be honest, Lucien hated human traffickers. However, if he attacked Warren without any excuse, it would be a slap to the face of the lords of the East Haven. Since he was in the territory of the East Haven, and he was about to embark on a dangerous journey, Lucien could only use his arrogant and sarcastic tone to provoke Warren into attacking him first.
Warren swallowed his saliva and put his right hand on his left chest. He bowed and left without saying anything. He was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would not be able to hold back his anger and give the order to attack Lucien.
Among the rest of the guards, a few scaled swordsmen supported Jarolim. Their armor made a pleasant clanking sound as they walked towards the door.
"Young master Warren, I'll give you a list of the losses of the Taran Tavern. I hope you can compensate us in full. Otherwise, we'll have to go to the Lord's Council!"
The owner of the tavern said loudly. Warren, who was about to step over the threshold, almost fell down.
… …
In the room behind the tavern, Lucien removed the black flame from Leo's body. With his great recovery ability as a Knight, Leo slowly recovered. After all, he was not seriously injured.
In the process of recovery, Leo saw Lucien on the opposite side of him mumbling something in his mouth, and the light in his hand was fading away like fireflies.
After a series of magic waves, Lucien opened his mouth and everything went back to normal.
"Sir, what are you doing? Is there anything I can help you with? "Leo was grateful for saving his life, but at the same time, he asked curiously.
Lucien smiled and shook his head, "Nothing. Just be careful."
Seeing that Lucien did not want to talk about it, Leo changed the topic, "Mr. Lucien, how should I address you? What's your name? What do you want me to do? "
"You can call me Mr. X for now. I want to hire you to take me across the Schachran Empire to the northeast of the Dark Mountain Range." Lucien answered briefly.
Leo frowned, "Mr. X, it's not hard for me to take you to the Schachran Empire, but the problem is where are you going? I can arrange the route and prepare a fake identity. Well, if you're still worried, we can sign a magic contract first. "
Without knowing the details, Leo decided to accept the job, because if it were not for Lucien's intervention, he would have already been killed by the wild dogs, and there was no need to talk about revenge.
Lucien did not hesitate, but took out the magic contract that he had prepared in advance.
After they signed the contract, the brown parchment was burned by the blue fire. Leo knew Lucien's full name, but he still followed the order, "Mr. X, the Schachran Empire is a country where the nobles are very corrupt. Except for the nobles and the clerics, it's very difficult for other scholars, citizens, poor people, and serfs to cross the empire unhindered. Also, according to the few routes to Aalto, pretending to be a noble from the northwest province of the Schachran Empire is the least dangerous. They rarely come to these areas. "
When a sorcerer reached the sixth circle and became a senior-rank sorcerer, he could change his name with his powerful soul, spiritual power, and advanced skills. However, Lucien was still far away from becoming a senior-rank sorcerer.
"Do you have any good suggestions, Leo?" Lucien nodded in satisfaction. Leo was a professional.
Leo pointed at the most northwest place on the rough map, "This is the Vladimir family, who rules the northwest province of the empire. This family was one of the ten most powerful families in the Empire. They had their own powerful knight order, a duke, a marquis, three earls, and many viscounts, barons, and lords. Therefore, they had many descendants, and there were so many collateral family members who had the right of inheritance that it was impossible to remember them all. If Duke Vladimir doesn't check his family tree, he won't be able to tell the difference. "
"Leo, you want me to pretend to be a collateral member of this family? But how can I fool the other nobles? "Lucien asked.
Leo answered seriously, "In the Schachran Empire, the winner-take-all rule is very popular. If you decide to fight for the title and fail, you will not have a good ending. In the East Haven, there is a Knight who failed to fight for the right of succession with the current Duke Vladimir. He has the real identity document and the seal of the Vladimir family. His name is Valentin. " 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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