On the streets of Corser, Lucien walked slowly towards the city gate with Simon, Joanna, and Betty, and a mighty eagle flew in the sky, with a package tied to its back and a large basket of fresh meat hanging from its chest.

"Mr. Evans, are you really leaving Corser City today?" Betty looked at Lucien with regret on her face, if she still had a little doubt when Lucien admitted her identity, then after registering for "Moonlight", the musicians of Corser City tried to play the next two movements, and she was completely convinced that the handsome, elegant, powerful and gentle Mr. Evans in front of her was her favorite musician, the prince of music she often dreamed of.

For the intricacies of the piano technique, the melodies of the breezy and short or the stormy, and the fiery and boiling feelings, and the high and determined will, all show the peculiar style of Mr. Evans, and there is no doubt that this is another very good piano sonata that can move anyone.

Lucien had already seen the signs of the magic circle in Corser's previous wandering, and due to Hunter's unexpected death, the invitation was postponed for three days, and the location remained the same, so he smiled slightly: "I still have important things to do, I can't stay in Corser's city, and I can't hold a concert." Betty, you train as a knight, and if you can become a real knight, maybe we can meet in Aalto. If that's the case, I'll play you a song in private. ”

"Really?" Betty was pleasantly surprised, this was a little agreement between the musician she admired and herself, so she was full of motivation and nodded vigorously, "I will definitely train hard!"

In Betty's fist-clenching reverie, Joanna and Simon whispered together, "Thank you, Mr. Xie Evans, you inspire Betty." ”

"Just a small gift. Lucien turned, "This journey with you is something to remember, well, I'm leaving Corser." ”

Watch Lucien's back disappear into the afternoon sun. Simon didn't wonder why he dared to go alone, nor did he wonder that it was almost evening, but he still insisted on going. According to him. He hired a team of adventurers because he was lazy and quiet, and needed help with chores, and now he was in a hurry because of what happened to Baron Habero's castle. Busy on the road, it is natural to rely on strong strength to cross the mountains.

"Looking back now, those 11 days were like a dream. Betty muttered to herself. Fists clenched and full of motivation.

Simon and Joanna nodded in agreement, then pinched the Quintal on their bodies and began to think about which nobleman to look for to guide formal knightly training.

............

In the hall of the Corser City Musicians Association.

Caspar stood in front of the counter and looked at the place where Lucien had just written: "Chrissy, we might as well replace this place with steel and then erect a statue of Mr. Evans." Well, that's what it looks like when you write a score. It was here that the genius musician Lucien Evans composed the famous piano sonata "Moonlight". There should be a lot of noble lords as guests, right?"

After Lucien turned down invitations to concerts and stays, he had other inspirations.

"Yes......" Chrissy still had a dreamy smile on her face, staring blankly ahead. Didn't hear what Casper was saying.

Caspar didn't mind, touching his chin, frowning in thought, discussing with Chriss.

At this time, a member of the Musicians' Guild returned from outside: "Director Casper, I have arranged for Mr. Wise to stay at the villa. What else do you command?"

"Nothing, don't bother me. Chrissy, what do you think of adding an oil portrait of Mr. Evans to the hall?" Casper waved his hand completely nonchalantly.

............

On the night of the third week of July, a silver moon hung high in the sky, shining with a clear and cold light.

Bathed in the moonlight, Lucien was speeding through the mountains and forests, and could already see the beautiful mirror-like lake outside the castle of Calendia.

For more than ten days, Lucian has been walking alone and strangely, so that no one can grasp his whereabouts, but fortunately, the Principality of Djibouti is mountainous, and it is common to take the wrong road and get lost in the mountains, so Lucian can now rush to Karen Dia Castle without any scruples and without worrying about the identity of the musician being revealed.

Of course, the presence of the professor and the musician Lucien Evans in the Principality of Djibouti at about the same time always evokes subtle associations with those who know the Tao, but dealing with it directly as a human being requires an unusually bold imagination, because there are many reasons to explain it.

The castle was still as Lucien had seen it last time, with many minions-like spires, and its pitch-black exterior would always make people feel palpitations.

And on the grass outside the gate, there were already a lot of mysterious people in black hooded robes waiting there, and Lucien glanced over and felt that there were at least three or four hundred people.

Among these mysterious people are very special, wearing magic robes of various colors, without hoods covering their faces, and showing their faces openly. They were male and female, and their common traits were that they were gloomy and dull-looking, and they formed a loose circle with the other nineteen black-robed men, chatting to themselves. The others around them were far away, leaving a noticeable distance, as if they were very afraid of them.

"They are supposed to be official magicians, and they have used the 'disguise' part of magic to change their appearance. Lucien, who was also an official magician, quickly judged the reason, "However, if you encounter a strong person whose spiritual power or will is two levels higher than yours, the 'Disguise Technique' will be directly seen through, and the more than ten black-robed people who should also be official magicians will not use it." It seems that several of them are likely to be mid-level magicians, and they are not worried that people below the high-level powerhouses will see through their disguises. Lucien himself didn't dare to use a disguise.

After making it clear that the twenty-three were official magicians, Lucien thought to himself with a little surprise, "Is there only such a small number of magicians in the entire Wilfried Territory?"

The original Wilfried Territory includes two principalities and one Earl in the south-central part of the continent, and the area is much larger than the Principality of Vaorit, and the total number of knights is estimated to be three or four hundred, but there are only about twenty magicians.

Without concealing his figure, Lucien came out of the dark shadows and walked towards the gate of the ancient castle of Kalendia, attracting many black-robed people to look back.

Maybe it was because there were no obvious signs on their bodies that made it impossible to judge whether they were familiar or not, and they slowly turned around and talked to their companions, ignoring this strange guy, anyway, many people who came today didn't know each other.

The twenty-odd magicians glanced at Lucien and discussed in a whisper.

Lucien slowly walked over to the four magic apprentices, calmly surveying around as they listened.

In a conversation filled with words such as "corpse", "eyeball", "resentment", and "undead", a magical apprentice who was obviously so fat that he held his black robe tightly noticed the quiet banquet attendant next to him, and greeted him with the idea that he might exchange materials: "Hello, we are magic apprentices from the southern mountains of the Principality of Djibouti. What country are you from, and what should I call you?"

"I'm from the Count of Kazan, and you can call me by the code name 'Professor'. Lucien replied with a lot of intent on getting some information.

The Cyke of Kazan is the country opposite the town of Dragon's Tooth.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a guest from Kazan. You can call me 'fat'. The fat magic apprentice and his companions had apparently not heard of the nickname "The Professor," "they were 'grouper,' 'bread,' and 'red wine.'" ”

Lucien glanced at the "fat man" and was a little suspicious that his obesity was disguised: "It's the first time I've attended such a banquet, I didn't expect so many magicians and magic apprentices to gather, I don't know how many haven't come?"

The short and sturdy "bread" whispered, "I heard the magician who brought us here just now say that this is probably the vast majority of the magicians and magic apprentices in the three nearby countries. Only study alone or in small circles, and a small part that has not been exposed to the big environment and is not familiar with is not here. ”

"Master Magician......" Lucien was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be so few remaining magic apprentices in the original Wilfried Territory, and in the territory of Viscount Stanley in Coser City alone, the number of people with the strength of knight squires might be close to a thousand.

"That's the magicians. "Fat man" quietly pointed to the twenty-odd magicians, and said in a very awe-inspiring and yearning tone.

The word apprentice means low status, even in today's Aalto, the loss of the freedom of life for years to come in exchange for the opportunity to learn. The two words of magic apprentices inherited from the Dark Ages hundreds of years ago show that they have an abyssal gap with official magicians, both in terms of strength and status. Even in the eyes of some crazy ancient magicians, apprentices are often synonymous with materials and experiments.

And here alone, the ratio of apprentices to magicians is close to twenty to one.

"That's the ...... who brought us here."

The fat man's voice trembled suddenly, as he saw the twenty or so magicians quickly separate without warning, encircling himself and the others, and his fat body trembled with fright.

The gray-haired, mummy-faced old man in the lead pointed at Lucien with a long, seemingly bone-made magic wand, "Who are you, friend? You'd better confess, because none of us have seen you." ”

Lucien didn't expect to be surrounded by local magicians as soon as he arrived, which was completely unexpected: "How did they tell the difference?"

It soon became clear to Lucien that this was due to the form of organization of the Feast of Death.

After receiving the request of the visitors of the Continental Magic Council, Viscount Calendia probably summoned the magicians he felt could be trusted to draw up a list to ensure that no one from the church would be involved. And the list drawn up by the magicians must be people in their familiar circles, so there is no doubt that there is no magician who knows himself, and there is no doubt that he has great suspicion. (To be continued.) )