——Ask for recommendation tickets in advance on Monday~

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Near the sparkling lake, against a steep cliff stands a dark and vine-covered castle, with spires towering into the sky, like a gloomy forest.

Lucien, who was behind the boulder in the distance, looked at the castle of Calendia, which obviously had the architectural style of the Magic Empire of the Dark Ages, took a deep breath, moved the "Ice and Snow Avenger" ring to his left ring finger, and then took out the "Holm Crown" award ring "Mo" given by Natasha, and put it on the left index finger of his left hand, which was more obvious, but the front engraved with the word "Mo" was turned to Lucian's finger.

Faced with unknown dangers, the castle master whose strength may be terrifying, and the necromancer from the Continent's Magic Council, Lucien must use all resources to improve his own security.

After entering the cast focus and becoming calm as ice, Lucien stepped out from behind the boulder and walked towards the castle of Karendia.

The cool night breeze of June blew away the heat of the day, and only the sound of insects chirping intermittently could be heard all around, and Lucien walked until he reached the gate of the castle without any hindrance or movement.

He calmly stretched out his hand, flexed his fingers, and knocked rhythmically on the door made of thick ironwood.

After three consecutive nine strokes, Lucien stopped knocking on the door and waited there quietly.

After maybe two or three minutes, the castle gate creaked slowly, and then there was a heavy sound of grinding against the ground.

The door could not be opened by two or three sturdy men, but it was opened by an old man with light brown hair wearing a black floppy hat, a black suit, and a white shirt, who strictly followed aristocratic etiquette in his every move, and asked in a standard continental lingua franca accent: "May I ask who you are, sir, and why did you come to Calendia Castle?"

Lucien smiled politely and said, "Dear Mr. Butler, I am a magician who has traveled through the Principality of Djibouti......"

Speaking of which. Lucien paused, and seeing that the old butler's expression was still serious, he continued: "I met a gang of robbers in the wilderness of Dragon's Tooth Town, and they tried to rob me. But I killed them one by one. To my surprise, I found an invitation from a bandit, a letter from Mr. from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council inviting the necromancers and apprentices of the former Wilfrid Territory to attend the 'Feast of Death' party in your castle. ”

"I think it may have been some unfortunate apprentice magician who was killed by robbers and found letters, but luckily they didn't know the words. And I'm very interested in the 'Feast of Death'. So I took the liberty of visiting the address of the Karen Dia Castle recorded by the apprentice himself on the invitation letter, and asked your master to forgive me. ”

"Distinguished guest, what is the logo on the invitation?" the old butler's expression did not change at all. It's as if you're not an evil and terrifying magician, but an ordinary merchant or traveler.

Although the old butler couldn't see the face inside the black hood, Lucien still maintained a perfect etiquette smile: "The invitation is a black six-pointed star. ”

The old butler bowed his head slightly: "Honorable guest, please allow me to report to my master." ”

Holding a white candle embedded in a candlestick, he turned and walked into the dark depths of the castle in the flickering dim pale yellow light.

Lucien stood still, not taking a single step forward, waiting there.

The old butler seemed to walk slowly, but it wasn't long before his figure disappeared into the darkness. The dim candle flame lit again, and he staggered to Lucian.

"Dear guest, you have very good manners and know how to treat people with respect. The old butler squinted at Lucian's unmoved feet, "My master, Viscount Calendia, has invited you to meet you in the study. Please follow me. Please keep an eye on me, don't get lost in the dark, it will be dangerous. ”

Lucien touched his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you Viscount Calendia for forgiving me for my presumptuousness." ”

The old butler said nothing, but turned and walked slowly with the candlestick, and Lucien followed briskly.

Far from the castle gates, the darkness suddenly creeped on both sides, but when Lucien looked carefully, they were calm and dark again.

Lucien's fateful master, strong psychic power, and 'vigilance' intuition combined with a keen sense that he always thought that in the darkness that the candlelight did not shine, there were countless terrifying and dangerous things hidden.

The darkness seemed to be alive and "shook normally" with the light of the candlelight, and Lucien felt a little furious in his heart, and his skin was tense, and he did not dare to follow the old butler carelessly.

I don't know how long it took, but the old butler stopped suddenly, and then pushed forward, and a door slowly opened, and the bright yellow light shone out, and all the darkness subsided.

"Dear guests, please. The old butler half-bowed, his right hand bent and stretched out, and motioned for Lucien to go in first.

Lucien nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Butler." Then he calmly and decisively walked into the room.

Thick dark yellow carpets, coat racks carved in gold, more than a dozen silver candlesticks inlaid on the walls on either side, desks and bookcases made of dark red precious wood, and ornate details everywhere all show that the owner's taste is inclined to luxury.

On a set of red leather sofas in front of the desk, sat a blond-haired and golden-eyed man in a black shirt and red coat.

"Hello, Mr. Magician. The blonde man leaned lazily on the sofa, and had no intention of standing up to greet him, and the old butler, who strictly observed etiquette, walked quickly to his side and whispered in his ear: "Master, please maintain the etiquette of the nobility." ”

Lucien politely replied, "Hello, Lord Viscount Calendia, thank you for not minding my presumptuous visit. ”

Viscount Calendia tilted his head and chuckled at the old butler, "Steward Ned, you see that this Mr. Magician doesn't mind me sitting, you relax." ”

"If only the Earl were here, he is the epitome of grace and nobility...... muttered the old butler, and stood behind Viscount Calendia and said no more.

Viscount Calendia held his forehead and made a sad gesture: "But I only have a vague impression of my grandfather, how can I learn his etiquette?" and then he pointed to the sofa: "Mr. Magician, please be seated." I know what you're here for, but how can I believe you're not the night watchman of the Church? They don't lack magicians who surrender. ”

Even when it comes to the church. He also didn't seem to care, flicking his right finger on the arm of the couch.

Lucien calmly said the answer that had been prepared for a long time: "I have a nickname of 'Professor.'" ”

"Professor?, the professor of the thirty-fifty-ninth rank of the Church Purification Sequence?!" Viscount Calendia's lazy expression disappeared and he asked solemnly. Because every one of the Church Purification Sequences is a terrifying powerhouse. Such as the Grand Arcanist, the Legendary Mage, the Cardinal of the Northern Truth Cult, the Ancient Dragon, the Vampire Ancestor, the Werewolf Prince, the Kou Tao Fishman Royalty, the Cult Leader, etc., and the worst is the Heavenly Knight level. The fact that the professor was able to make it to this list with the strength of a mid-level mage is enough to show that he has something extraordinary, maybe comparable to the strength of a high-level mage.

He really knew. Lucien breathed a sigh of relief. A person at the lower level of a magical apprentice. Even ordinary magicians may not know the list of the Church Purification Sequence, if it weren't for a strong man like Viscount Calendia who had a certain status and strength, he would have reported the code name of "Professor". Most of the words are just fresh: "Yes, I am a professor returning from Aalto to the eastern part of the continent." ”

Viscount Calendia looked Lucian up and down, his eyes suddenly froze, and he saw his right hand gently rubbing the ring of his left index finger, and then showed a lazy smile again: "Hehe, even I don't have the purification sequence to be able to go to the church, Mr. Professor, you must have extraordinary strength." But. How do you prove you're a professor?"

Lucien leaned back on the sofa leisurely and leisurely, and asked without answering, "Lord Viscount, how do you need me to prove it?"

Viscount Calendia nodded: "I heard that Professor you have created a unique magic that can directly destroy buildings such as houses, and even the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council has never appeared in a similar magic. So I would like to ask you, Mr. Professor, to show me that it is the best proof of your identity. ”

Lucien stood up. Pointing to the study, "Is it right here?"

"Mr. Professor, you are free. Viscount Calendia squinted and leaned back on the couch.

Lucien walked over to the wall, took the time to calculate the frequency range slightly, propped his hands up, and opened his mouth to let out a silent scream.

Bursts of fluctuations were imported from Lucien's hand into the castle, and the vibration information was fed back from the castle, and Lucian adjusted the frequency of the fluctuations according to this feedback.

It wasn't long before the castle began to shake visibly, but the shaking was far from violent, just the feeling of rowing on the lake.

"This castle must have been equipped with a lot of powerful magic arrays, and the resonant hand alone can't even make it vibrate violently. Lucien guessed in his heart.

At this time, there was a clapping voice from behind Viscount Calendia, he clapped his hands lightly, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's a magical unique magic." In fact, I find it incredible that you're able to make my castle shake, Mr. Professor. ”

Lucien took the opportunity to stop, turned his head and smiled, "This can prove my identity, right?"

"Of course, I'm sure you're Mr. 'Professor'. Viscount Calendia motioned for Lucien to sit down and talk again, "You already know the time and place of the death feast, Mr. Professor, I will ask Steward Ned to make another invitation for you, and you can just come and participate directly when the time comes." Hehe, if you are willing to be a guest at my castle until the banquet begins, then you don't need an invitation. ”

Lucien shook his head and said, "Thank you Lord Viscount for your kindness, I still have some things to deal with, and I will come over when the time comes." But if the time and place of the feast of death change, how will I know what to do?"

Hearing Lucien's answer, Steward Ned immediately walked to the desk, preparing to make the invitation, while Viscount Calendia thought for a moment and said, "I told Mr. Professor that you have two locations where the local magic circle has left a message mark, and if there is a change, it will be mentioned above." ”

Then, he told Lucien the meaning of the two locations and the markers in Corser, and then said with a playful smile, "I look forward to your participation, Mr. Professor." It would have been better if you had come a day earlier and had a long conversation with Mr. Felipe, who was also from the headquarters of the Magical Council. You're all young and full of energy, and that's how you should get together. And I'm also interested in the knowledge of arcane and magic. ”

"Young man?" Lucien looked at Viscount Calendia suspiciously. (To be continued.) )