Lucien was rather uneasy even though he often received bad news. "Mr. Rhein, what's going on? What's going to happen? "
The World of Souls hid the secrets of immortality. Any change in it could not be underestimated, especially when Rhein was so serious about it. Was the World of Souls going to invade the real world and create 'Scourge'?
"I don't know what exactly is going to happen. You know that I'm trapped here and can't get out. I can only sense through a special method that a terrifying air that can overturn the world is awakening in the deepest part of the World of Souls. Maybe, in a year or two, there will be an anomaly, and it's very likely to go in the worst direction." Rhein was dressed neatly, as if he were attending an elegant banquet instead of being trapped. Although his tone was solemn, his movements were orderly and not panicked at all.
Lucien frowned. "So, I should report the secrets of the World of Souls to the Highest Council."
Even for his teacher, the Lord of Storm, Lucien was not confident that he would not kill him after hearing the secrets of the World of Souls. After all, they had not known each other for long enough. Therefore, if things were too serious for him to take the risk, Lucien would choose to report it to all the grand arcanists and legendary sorcerers during the meeting of the Highest Council. He would be much safer if they kept each other in check.
"It's not that serious yet. Didn't I tell you that I left some arrangements before I searched for the secrets of the World of Souls? Didn't I ask you to help me get out of here with those arrangements after you become a senior-rank? "
It was rare that Rhein did not tease Lucien. He was very serious. "I know that you're still far away from becoming a senior-rank. I can only ask you to try to get close to the senior-rank in half a year and then try to activate those arrangements in half a year. By then, I'll give you another spell. Maybe it can suppress the agitation deep inside the World of Souls. If it can't get me out of here or solve the problem of the World of Souls, you'd better report the secrets to the Congress of Magic. "
Neither he nor Lucien were stupid and stubborn people. If there was no other way, they would not keep the secrets and let the worst result happen.
"He?" Lucien asked in confusion.
Rhein nodded solemnly. "The ancestor of the vampires, the existence closest to God, the true immortal incarnation of the Silver Moon."
He was very particular about his choice of words and did not use immortal.
"Alterna?" Lucien had read this name in many books of the Congress of Magic. It was said that, like the pope, Lucien was the closest existence to the divine forbidden zone.
However, there were only legends about him, and there was no ranking on the Cleansing List.
Rhein's mouth twitched. "You can also call him Aetna. Gender didn't exist in the beginning. It's just that the Congress of Magic has inherited the bad tradition of the Magic Empire, and you like to use women to describe gods, nature, reality, and so on. The only problem is that the pope has always been a man, otherwise … "
"If it's him, I can give it a try." Lucien was still thinking that he would risk submitting the secrets of the World of Souls if the solution was unreliable.
However, if he could really meet him, could he ask him to cut a piece of meat, drop a drop of blood, or pluck a hair for me to study?
Lucien, who had evolved into an arcana maniac, was thinking wildly.
Seeing that Lucien agreed, Rhein combed his silver hair and put on the handsome smile that Lucien was familiar with. "I didn't expect that we would be busy saving the world one day."
In fact, my teacher has been trying to stop me from destroying the world. Lucien thought to himself, "Mr. Rhein, where do I need to go to activate the magic array?"
"First, go to my castle in the Dark Mountain Range and take away the mask, the three items to activate the magic circle, and the payment you deserve. Then, go to the altar of the Kuo-toans in the polluted waters of the Boundless Ocean, the mausoleum of the sphinxes in the southern desert of the Gusta Empire, and a palace of the Sun King Thanos in the underground of Antiffler, the capital of the Holy Helvetic Empire. Remember, activate the magic circles with spells and gestures. Finally, go back to my castle. On the brightest night of the Silver Moon, light up all the lights and stand in the halo of the Silver Moon and cast the spell." Rhein's projection started to shake, as if he was running out of power.
"Polluted waters? Southern desert? Sun King? " Lucien was familiar with the three names. Sun King was one of them. He got the information about the polluted waters when he sneaked into the Congress of Magic and exchanged it for one arcana point. Two days ago, Lucien heard from Florencia that the Southern Desert was the origin of the uranium mines, and that area was also under the rule of another ancient magic empire, Meshkate.
In ancient times, there were three magic empires: Sylvanas, Meshkate, and Yasuo. Meshkate was more focused on Necromancy, Illusion, and Summoning. It occupied the southern desert, the oasis, and the Dragon Swamp in the south of the Gusta Empire. Yasuo was famous for its navigation and underwater construction. Its territory included the Duchy of Calais, the Kingdom of Brianne, and the Pearl Islands on the Boundless Ocean. The rest of the vast area was occupied by the most powerful magic empire, Sylvanas.
Rhein grinned, "I don't have the ability to set up such a powerful magic circle myself. I can only use the altars, mausoleums, and underground palaces that are full of power to gather them at a certain space node. Don't worry. As long as you're close to a senior-rank, you can make good use of the transformation mask and the magic items in my castle. It's much less dangerous than reporting to the Congress of Magic. The only problem is that you can't make it in half a year. Your flying speed is much slower than that of a senior-rank. Well, if you go there after becoming a senior-rank, it's basically a normal and dangerous mission, but … "
"That's really …" Lucien had to say, "I think I can set off in a few days. To some extent, I'm almost a senior-rank now."
The substantialization of one's cognitive world was the most difficult part in advancing into a senior-rank. Secondly, there was the possibility of failure when using magic rites. Thirdly, one had to analyze a sixth-circle spell. Lastly, one's spiritual power and soul could directly interfere with reality. Lucien had already substantialized his cognitive world, and he was very close to analyzing a sixth-circle spell.
Rhein had some understanding of magic. Hearing Lucien's words, he took a breath and looked around in the dream. Then he said in self-mockery, "Did I lose my sense of time after I was trapped? Although I couldn't project to you after you entered Allyn, it's only been a few months since you came back to Allyn, right? "
Allyn was a city with the densest magic circles and was often activated. If Rhein wanted to project to himself, the grand arcanists and legendary sorcerers on duty would be easily alerted.
"It's hard to explain." Lucien moved his fingers.
"You're getting more and more boring. When you become a legend, you'll be even more boring." Rhein sighed. "Then you'd better do it as soon as possible."
The dream was gone. Lucien opened his eyes and recalled the conversation just now.
"Mr. Rhein is probably hiding something. I'm afraid that he knows more about the World of Souls than I thought."
Sometimes, it was not good to know too many secrets. If he wanted to wait for the senior-rank advancement ceremony three years later, he could not even face the possibility of failure. Luckily, he had a lot of powerful magic items.
Lucien suddenly sat up, which startled Alferris. It wagged its tail and almost broke the chair of the Hand of Paleness.
"I didn't do anything!" Alferris emphasized loudly.
It was a pity that he could not take the little guy with him, or else … Although it was a secret, the scene of Alferris looting Rhine's treasure vault appeared in Lucien's mind.
Lucien thought to himself that the most troublesome thing right now was that his teacher did not allow him to go out. What excuse should he use to leave?
… …
In the banquet hall of a magic tower in Heidler, the pale candles were giving out dim light.
Standing here, Lucien suddenly felt that he was at a funeral. Holding the white drink in his hand, he did not know whether he should drink it or not. Alferris, on the other hand, was enjoying all kinds of strange food with great interest. There was fried meat that looked like maggots, bread that looked like skulls, and a platter of internal organs …
"Are these guys necromancers or performance artists?" Lucien shook his head helplessly. Felipe, who was wearing a long black coat, walked in.
Felipe walked to Lucien, and there was a faint smile on his pale face, "I thought you didn't have the courage to come to Heidler. You're just a low-level sorcerer."
"I also thought you didn't have the courage to come and see me accept the Immortal Throne award." Lucien answered back, "I'm a member of the Congress of Sorcerers. What do I have to worry about when I'm in a place where the Congress of Sorcerers works?"
"Do you need me to provide you with the first-hand information about the cell memory research? That way, even if you're assassinated, there's still hope for you to come back to life. "
Lucien shook his head, "I don't trust the research results of middle-rank and low-rank sorcerers."
At this time, an old man wearing a gorgeous long robe in the style of Meshkate walked to them. Holding a glass of red wine, the old man's eyes were red. He said to Lucien coldly, "Evans, thank you for your miraculous experiment."
After that, the old man turned around and left without looking back.
"Who's this?" Lucien looked at Felipe, who was standing in front of him.
Felipe put on a smile on his sickly face, "Mr. Sousa, a level six arcanist and a seventh-circle necromancer. He's one of the leaders of our organization, and he almost died from self-explosion. I don't think he'll reach the eighth circle soon."
Speaking of this, Felipe was in a good mood. He was never a broad-minded person.
"The world is full of helpless things." Lucien shook the wine glass.
The party was not very lively. Many necromancers did not want to see an elemental sorcerer receiving the Immortal Throne award. Only the invited guests came to greet Lucien from time to time. After all, he was already a member of the Arcana Review Board.
One of the two presidents of the Hand of Paleness, the ninth-circle necromancer and the powerful Lich Shankla, stepped onto the platform in a heavy black magic robe and invited Lucien to join him. Behind him, a mummy was holding a crystal tray. On the tray, there was a neatly folded light black magic robe. Under the light, the robe was glowing.
"Mr. Lucien Evans' miraculous experiment showed us a possibility of the origin of life. This is the mystery that all necromancers have been looking for. We thank him for his contribution," said Shankla concisely, "He's qualified to sit on the Immortal Throne."
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