Taking the scroll, Lucien gradually calmed down and asked curiously, "Master, you've always said that you did a lot of ridiculous things when you were young. What kind of ridiculous things were they?"
Fernando glared at Lucien and roared, "Don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask about! Go back to your room and study Spell Trigger! Don't think that you can become a senior-rank just because of the ritual! "
Lucien was startled by Fernando's roar, and he hurried out of the room. When the door was closed, Lucien shook his head in confusion, "Mr. Fernando did a lot of ridiculous things!"
…
Five days later, in an empty hall on the thirty-third floor of the Headquarters of the Magic Council.
On the floor of the hall, a strange magic circle in the shape of a human body was engraved with the blood of a banshee and other precious materials. The head, left chest, palms, and feet were covered with magic lines, which looked like beating hearts.
"Lie down on the magic circle." Felipe let Lucien and the Lord of Storm into the hall after he finished the basic magic circle, in case they tried to learn the special soul ritual, Banshee's Blessing.
Lucien took off the Holm Crown ring, the Ice Avenger ring, the Ogre Gloves, the Immortal Throne robe, the Boots of Evasion, the Sun's Corona amulet, the Fire Weaver bracelet, the arcana badge and the magic badge. Lucien handed them to Alferris, who was looking at him anxiously, so that Alferris could keep them safe.
Alferris did not find it troublesome at all. Staring at the accessories in its hands with its amber eyes, Alferris licked the rings and amulets from time to time, paying no attention to the ceremony at all.
Lucien, who was wearing a white shirt and a pair of skinny pants, slowly walked to the magic circle and lay down. Felipe took out six huge bone nails made from the teeth of senior-rank banshees and said to Lucien in an unpleasant tone, "Don't cry out because of the pain."
After saying that, he picked up a bone nail engraved with complicated and strange patterns and stabbed it into the back of Lucien's right hand.
This unknown material was so sharp that it actually pierced through the body of Lucien, a Level 2 Knight, and nailed itself into the magic array below.
Although he was mentally prepared, Lucien still clenched his teeth. Pain was an unavoidable reaction. Fortunately, he had experienced more painful injuries before, so he did not scream out loud.
Drops of blood that were shining in the light of the Silver Moon flowed out and dyed the Banshee's Bone Nail crimson. But soon, the color faded and disappeared, as if the blood had been completely absorbed by the Bone Nail and injected into the lines of the magic circle.
After inserting the bone nails into Lucien's left hand, right ankle, and left ankle, Felipe gently inserted the remaining two nails into the center of Lucien's forehead and heart. The nails penetrated the skin of Lucien's body slightly, but it seemed that there was a mysterious connection between them and the magic circle behind Lucien's back. It seemed that the two nails had penetrated through Lucien's brain and heart.
After doing all this, Felipe took a few steps back and softly chanted the spell. The lines on the magic circle slowly lit up one by one.
As the spell was being chanted slowly, the power of sleep seeped into Lucien's body from the Bone Nail and the magic circle. Lucien's eyelids became heavy, and his mind wandered. He remembered that he had been analyzing Spell Trigger for the past few days, and that he had taken the time to improve the structure and materials of the magic crystal lamp and asked Arthur and Florencia to appraise it.
"Wind from the land of rest, blow past this helpless soul, and never cease to blow." Felipe raised his black magic staff, which was inlaid with all kinds of gems, and chanted in the language of necromancy created by the Meshkate Empire.
The huge white gem on the magic staff was shining, and Felipe's coat was fluttering like the wings of a bat. It seemed that there was really a breeze with the smell of decay.
In a trance, Lucien sensed the power of the wind. The hypnotic voice came with the wind, and his soul floated even more.
"Fire from the Land of Bones, please warm this helpless soul, and let him be protected forever." Felipe circled a third of the circle and chanted again in the language of necromancy.
Pale and formless illusory flames emerged from the Magic Array. They did not cause any damage to Lucien's body, but they made Lucien feel warm, and his soul became purer.
Fernando's red eyes were half closed. He seemed to have seen a monster in a black robe that was holding a sickle through the illusionary pale flames, as well as the wasteland where countless undead creatures were wandering behind it.
"Coldness from the Silent Hell, please surround this helpless soul, and let him be protected forever." Felipe circled a third of the circle again, and a silver gem lit up.
The endless coldness and silence enveloped Lucien's soul, making it more solid.
After that, Felipe raised his left hand and let out a silent scream.
The six bone nails, which were full of Lucien's blood, twisted like snakes, and shadows rose up.
They were beautiful but twisted female phantoms. Their upper bodies were naked, and their faces were full of pain. However, driven by Felipe's scream, they all opened their mouths and started to sing.
The melody was beautiful, but only the soul could hear it. Lucien vaguely saw strange ripples appearing in his soul, and the ripples were slowly absorbing the liquid flowing in the magic circle.
Two minutes later, cold sweat appeared on Felipe's forehead. He put down his left hand and took out a strange black mirror. There were not only small magic gems on the mirror, but also scarlet "leaves", pale empty eyes, and a ferocious banshee face on the back of the mirror.
The mirror was thrown out by Felipe, and it floated above Lucien's head without any support. The mirror was completely black and could not reflect a person's figure.
Felipe chanted the incantation of necromancy, and all the gems on his magic staff lit up, which attracted Alferris's attention.
The mirror slightly trembled, and the six banshees' voices turned into cries of pain. The surface of the black mirror slowly cracked, and white empty eyes were exposed!
In the eyes, there were many twisted black figures dancing in a strange way.
Being stared at by the strange eyes, Lucien felt that his soul was floating in the air. It flew through the clouds and the starry sky and met with his Host Star of Destiny. Then, he sensed that there was something far away, somewhere that he could not touch, that was communicating with his soul from afar.
It was "looking down" at him with a lofty attitude!
The lines of the magic circle suddenly moved weirdly, as if they were alive. Then, all the lines curled around Lucien's body and sank deep into his body.
Lucien's soul was suddenly pulled back into his body. After shivering for seven times, he completely woke up.
"I've fulfilled my promise, and I don't owe you anything anymore." Felipe took out a white handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. With a gloomy face, he left without looking back.
Lucien's head was a bit dizzy, and he could not get used to the current state of his soul. After a few minutes, the bone nails in his palms floated up and turned into powder.
"My spiritual power and soul can now interfere with reality …" Lucien was a bit surprised. He was probably the fastest sorcerer in the history of the Congress of Magic to become a senior-rank sorcerer, but it was at the cost of his future advancement.
The bone nails broke into powder one after another, and Lucien stood up as if he was not hurt at all. The magic circle on the floor had completely disappeared.
"What does the last eye mean?" Fernando murmured in confusion.
As a grand arcanist, he could see the essence of the magic circle through the complicated magic rites. For example, he knew the first part of the magic circle, but he did not know what the last part was.
Recalling the strange feeling at the end of the ritual, Lucien asked, "Sir, at the end of the ritual, my soul seemed to have established a connection with something very far away. Is it normal?"
If it was a normal ritual, Lucien would not dare to ask his teacher, because he was afraid that the secret of the Library of the Soul would be exposed. However, this was the ritual of Banshee's Blessing, and Fernando knew nothing about it.
"You don't know a lot about senior-rank sorcerers," Fernando said with a sigh. Fernando heaved a sigh and said seriously, "Almost every senior-rank sorcerer will have the same weird feeling when they make a breakthrough. Some of them can sense it when their soul can interfere with reality. Right now, it's generally believed that it's the illusion of the real world after the cognitive world interacts with the real world. "
"I'm glad it's not my problem." Lucien was relieved. Lucien could bear the slowing down of his advancement in the future, and his advantage in the perception of the world could make up for it. However, it would be troublesome if his soul was damaged.
Fernando stared at Alferris and asked it to give the item back to Lucien in grief. "Take a good rest for a week. Don't be in a hurry to hold the advancement ritual."
"Yes, sir." Lucien would not risk his soul for such a short time.
… …
On the twenty-eighth floor of the Congress of Magic, in the advanced warehouse area.
"Red Dragon Scale …"
"Sap of Scarlet Magic Tree …"
"Green Spirit-eating Flower …"
"Six Sun Stones …"
"Brain of Demonic Ghost …"
"'Tear' of Specter …"
… …
"Mr. Evans, here are the materials you asked for." Smith, a fifth-circle sorcerer who was guarding the warehouse, gave the materials to Lucien and asked, "Mr. Evans, are you going to become a senior-rank?"
Many of the materials needed for the ritual were rare and expensive. Therefore, any fifth-circle sorcerer who had reached this stage could apply for help from the Sorcerer Administrative Department, and the Congress would provide the most complete resources at half price. Therefore, Lucien came here directly with the certificate issued by the Affair Committee. However, after spending almost all of his arcana points and Quintal, he only managed to collect one third of the materials.
It seemed that he had to mortgage the income of the next three years to his teacher, and he also had to take the subsidy from the Congress and the Will of Elements to Alferris as its salary so that Alferris could pretend to be him every once in a while. Lucien 'smiled' at Smith, "I'm just preparing for it in advance."
How could anyone exchange for the materials in advance? Seeing Lucien's back, Smith was very confused. He had only heard of people who went out for adventures to collect materials on their own, but he had never heard of anyone who came to exchange for the materials in advance. The warehouse was not going to run away!
"It seems that Mr. Evans is really going to become a senior-rank …" Smith could not describe how he felt.
… …
Seven days later, Lucien stood in the hall where the ritual was held again. He was a bit uneasy, because the ritual to become a senior-rank sorcerer was much more difficult than the ritual to become a Banshee's Blessing. The failure rate was very high. Three or four out of ten fifth-circle sorcerers who met the requirements would fail. Lucien felt that it was even more dangerous for him to become a senior-rank sorcerer by force.
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