Taking the scroll, Lucien's mood gradually settled, and he asked curiously, "Teacher, you have always said that you did a lot of ridiculous things when you were young, what are the ridiculous things?"

Hearing this, Fernando's eyes widened, and he roared: "Don't ask casually about things that shouldn't be inquired about! Go back and analyze the 'spell trigger'! Don't think that you can be promoted to a higher rank with a ritual!"

The sudden roar startled Lucian, and he quickly exited the door. When the door closed and cut off the sound, Lucien shook his head amusedly and suspiciously: "The ridiculous thing the teacher did seems to be really ridiculous!"

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Five days later, the headquarters of the Magic Council, on the thirty-third floor, was an empty hall.

The floor of the hall was carved with a mixture of banshee's blood and other precious materials, a strange magic circle like a human body, and the position of the head, left chest, palms, and feet was covered with spell lines, like beating dark red hearts.

"Lie down on the magic circle. "Felipe set up the basic magic circle before letting Lucien and the Storm Lord in, lest they steal this special soul ritual "Banshee's Blessing".

Lucien took off Holm's Crown Ring, Ice Avenger Ring, and Ogre Power Gauntlet, took off the Immortal Throne Robes, Dodge Boots, took off the Sun Corona Amulet, the Fireweaver's Bracelet, and the Arcane Badge and Magic Badge, and handed them to Afrith who was looking at him for "safekeeping" - this kind of soul ritual must not be interfered with by any magical items.

Afrith temporarily served as a coolie but did not feel troubled, and his amber eyes sparkled as he looked at the ornament in his hand. From time to time, I licked my tongue with my tongue for rings, amulets, etc., and did not pay attention to the progress of the ritual at all.

Lucien, who was wearing a white shirt and skinny pants, slowly walked to the side of the magic array and lay down in a fixed position, while Felipe took out six huge bone nails refined from the teeth of high-level banshees, and said in a very bad tone: "Don't cry out in pain." ”

With that, he picked up a bone nail engraved with intricate and strange patterns and stabbed it on the back of Lucian's right hand.

This thing that I don't know what other material is contained in the Dao is so sharp that it directly pierced the body of the second-level knight of Lucian and nailed into the magic array below.

Despite being mentally prepared, Lucien gritted his lower teeth, and pain was an inevitable reaction. Fortunately, more painful injuries have also been experienced. Don't shout.

Drops of blood glittering with a faint silver moon spilled out, staining the banshee's bone nails red, but soon, the color quickly faded. until it disappears. It seems to have been thoroughly absorbed by bone nails. It was slowly injected into the lines of the magic array.

The left hand, right ankle, and left ankle were all pierced behind the bone snail. Felipe gently pricked the remaining two in the center of Lucian's forehead and heart. They entered shallowly, almost piercing only the epidermis, but as if they had a mysterious connection with the magic circle behind Lucian, they stood like they had pierced Lucian's brain and heart.

After doing all this, Felipe took a few steps back and gently chanted the incantation, and the lines on the magic circle slowly lit up.

The incantation was gentle, like a song, and bursts of sleeping power seeped in from the bone nails and from the magic array, making Lucian's eyelids sink and his thoughts involuntarily diverged, remembering that he had been analyzing most of the "spell triggers" that he had completed in the past few days, and that he had taken the time to "improve" the structure and materials of the magic crystal lamp, and handed them over to Arthur and Florence to identify from the perspectives of different professionals.

"O wind from the place of rest, blow through this helpless soul, never cease. Felipe held up his black magic wand encrusted with various gems and chanted incantations in the Necromantic Whisper created by the Mesh Empire.

A large pale white gem shone on the wand, and Felipe's trench coat fluttered like a bat's wings, as if there was a real gust of wind with the smell of decay.

Lucien felt the breath of the wind in a trance, and bursts of hypnotic sounds came with the wind, and his soul drifted even more.

"O flame from the Bone Wasteland, please warm this helpless soul and let him be blessed for a long time. Felipe circled a third of the time, chanting again in the language of the dead.

After a moment's time, pale and formless illusory flames emerged from the magic array. They didn't cause any damage to Lucian's body, but they made Lucian feel a burst of warmth and his soul became purer and purer.

Fernando's red eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he seemed to see through the illusory pale flames a monster with a scythe and a black robe, and a wasteland with countless undead creatures roaming behind it.

"O coldness from the Silent Hell, surround this helpless soul and let him have eternal silence. Felipe circled a third more, and a silver gem lit up.

The endless cold silence enveloped Lucian's soul, making it even more solid.

After doing all this, Felipe also raised his left hand and let out a silent scream.

Six bone nails sucked with Lucian's blood twisted like snakes, rising into illusory shadows.

It was a beautiful but distorted female apparition, their upper bodies white and naked, their expressions painful and uneasy, but Felipe's screams drove them to open their mouths and sing.

The song is beautiful and the melody is beautiful, but only the soul can hear it, and Lucien vaguely saw that his soul appeared in a strange ripple in the song, slowly absorbing the liquid flowing in the magic array.

Two minutes later, Felipe broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, put his left hand down, and took out a strange all-black mirror from his bosom, which was not only dotted with small magic gems, but also scarlet "leaves", pale and empty eyes, and behind it was covered with a hideous banshee face.

The mirror was tossed by Felipe and floated above Lucien's head without any reason, and the mirror, which was completely black and could not reflect the human figure, was aimed at him.

A mouthful of necromantic spells spat out of Felipe's mouth, and all the gems on his wand shone brightly, drawing Afrith's attention.

The mirror trembled slightly, and the singing voice of the six banshee phantoms turned into a cry, and the pain was extreme. And the all-black mirror slowly cracked, revealing white hollow eyes!

In the pupils, black distorted figures seemed to be dancing strangely.

Looked at by this strange eye, Lucien suddenly felt that the fluttering soul rose sharply, drifted through the clouds, floated across the starry sky, met with his own destiny main star, and then sensed that in the endless distance, the untouchable place, there seemed to be something far away with his soul.

It is "looking down" at itself in a condescending manner!

The lines of the magic array suddenly jumped strangely. It's like coming to life. Then it all curls around Lucian's body and soaks deeply.

Lucian's soul was jerked back into his body, trembling seven times, and he came to his senses.

"My promise has been fulfilled. I don't owe you anything. Felipe took out a white handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. A gloomy face dropped a sentence. Without looking back, he turned away.

Lucian's head was slightly dizzy, a little unable to adjust to the state of his soul, and waited until a few minutes passed. As soon as the spirit moved, the bone nails tied to the palm of the hand floated on their own and turned into a little powder.

"Mental power and soul can already interfere with reality......" Lucien confirmed with a little emotion, his speed from the middle to the high level was probably the fastest in the history of the Magic Council, but it was in exchange for the speed of promotion in the future.

One by one, the bone nails shattered and turned into powder, and Lucien stood up as if he had not been injured, and the magic circle painted on the floor had completely disappeared.

"What does the last eye represent?" whispered Fernando, the Storm Master, in confusion.

A grand arcanist like him sees the essence directly through the fancy and complex magic rituals, such as the amount of power borrowed earlier, he knows it very well, but he doesn't know what is going on in the last step.

Thinking back to the weird feeling after the worst of the time, Lucien asked half-puzzled and half-worried, "Teacher, after the most difficult part of the ceremony, my soul seems to have a connection with something very distant, is this abnormal?"

If it was an ordinary ceremony, Lucien didn't dare to ask his teacher at all, for fear of exposing the secrets of the soul library, but now this "Banshee's Blessing" ceremony, Fernando didn't know about it, and any weirdness could be pushed on it.

"This is a weak foundation, you don't know a lot about advanced knowledge. Fernando sighed slightly and said solemnly, "Almost every high-level mage will have a similar weird feeling when they are promoted, and a few can detect it when the soul can interfere with reality. At present, it is generally believed to be an illusionary image of the essence of the real world after recognizing the interaction between the world and the real world. ”

"It's not my problem. Lucien was relieved. In the future, the slowdown in the promotion speed can barely bear it, and his cognitive advantage in the world can make up for it a lot, but if there are any soul wounds that are difficult to treat because of this, it will be troublesome.

Fernando glared at Afrith and made him grief return the items hanging from his paws to Lucien: "Have a good week's rest, get used to it, and don't be busy with the promotion ceremony." ”

"Yes, teacher. "Lucien wouldn't joke with his soul just to rush this little time.

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Magical Council, Level 28, High Warehouse District.

"Red Dragon Scale ......"

"Sap ...... of the Crimson Magic Tree"

"Emerald Green Soul Eater ......"

"Six Sunstone ......"

"The Brains of the Demons ......"

"Ghost's 'Tears' ......"

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"Commissioner Evans, this is the material you wanted. Smith, the five-ring magician guarding the warehouse, handed him the materials exchanged by Lucian, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it Commissioner Evans, are you going to be promoted to a higher rank?"

Many of the materials needed for the promotion of high-level magic rituals are rare items and relatively expensive, so the five-ring magicians who have reached this threshold can apply to the Magician Management Department for help, and the council will provide the most complete resources, and the cheapest price - half price, so Lucien took the certification documents issued by the affairs committee and came directly to exchange the materials, but he spent almost all the arcane points and Quintal on his body, and only collected one-third.

It seems that it will have to mortgage the annuity income for the next three years to the teacher, and it will also have to take the subsidy given by the council and the will of the elements to Afrith as its monthly salary in the future, so that it can pretend to be me every once in a while to hang out, Lucien thought "heartache" and "smiled" at Smith: "I just prepared in advance." ”

Is there an early exchange for this kind of thing? Smith looked at the back of Lucien leaving, and was very puzzled, he had only heard of going out on an adventure and collecting some materials on his own, but he had never heard of anyone who came to the warehouse in advance to exchange it. The warehouse won't run away!

"It looks like Commissioner Evans is really going to be promoted, and this speed ......" Smith couldn't describe his feelings.

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Seven days later, Lucien stood in the hall where the ceremony was held before, and he was a little uneasy in his heart, because the ceremony of promoting a high-level magician is much more difficult than the "Banshee's Blessing", and the probability of failure is very high. (To be continued......)