The scene was already silent, and due to the presence of Lucien, a stranger, some of the magicians and apprentices were vigilantly checking their surroundings, fearing that they would be ambushed by the church.

In the cold eyes of the other magicians, in the eyes of most of the magic apprentices who were either curious or excited or bloodthirsty, and in the eyes of the fat man and the others, whose teeth were rattling and were about to open their mouths, Lucien calmly took out the invitation: "I am a special guest invited by Viscount Calendia. ”

Seeing Lucien calmly and calmly explain the reason, the mummy-like old man in the lead softened his face a little, and motioned to the magic apprentice next to him to take the invitation and unfold it.

The tall black top hat was a little tilted, like the corners of the mouth upturned, giving people a strange sense of humor, and the leading old man glanced at the other magicians around: "I didn't send this invitation. What about you?"

The other magicians looked at the invitations held up by the apprentice on their chests, and shook their heads one after another, "It's not the invitations we sent out, the marks are completely different. ”

The old man tugged at the mummy-like stiff facial muscles: "This gentleman, it is true that your invitation was not snatched from someone else, but it cannot be proved that it was sent by Viscount Calendia. For everyone's safety, let's wait for confirmation from Viscount Karendia and Steward Ned, okay? You can call me Ceci, a four-ring magician. ”

For this mysterious magician, Ceci was always a little jealous.

"Mr. Sesi, as a guest who has taken the liberty of participating, I have no opinion. You can call me 'Professor.'" Lucien replied nicely.

The necromancer, who was accustomed to gloom, nodded lightly: "Mr. Professor, your cooperation has satisfied us. By the way, you're a full-fledged magician?"

Through the conversation and Lucien's attitude, Ceci was probably a little convinced that he was a guest invited by Viscount Calendia, so he asked about the identity of the other party to confirm his attitude. Apprentices and full-fledged magicians are on a completely different level. However, when he is still a stranger, it is not good for him to inquire directly about the other party's level. I can only ask vaguely like this.

"Of course. Lucien replied succinctly.

Secy and the other necromancers became more softened and said politely, "I hope you can exchange magical knowledge with you, Mr. Professor, at the banquet." ”

They did not suspect Lucien of being fake, as there was a world of difference in magical knowledge between a formal magician and an apprentice. It can be clearly seen in two sentences of conversation, so this is at least a guest with enough strength and status.

And the magic apprentices such as "Fat Man" and "Bread" were a little surprised, and the professor who had been kind and kind to him and the others before turned out to be a full-fledged magician?! His attitude towards the apprentices was completely different from the arrogant and gloomy magicians next to him!

"Actually, I'm not a necromancer. Lucien doesn't hide it. Although I have read the Book of Dead and have a good understanding of the structure of the human body, I habitually rely on the knowledge of my previous life to analyze the soul and consciousness without being able to get a reasonable assumption. Necromancy is no different from an apprentice who is new to it.

Moreover, according to the Book of Death, whether it is meditation or magic, the study requires constant contact with decaying corpses, etc., and it is easy to infect itself with terrible toxins and filth. In addition to relying on advanced resistance, they only have a few potions that can be treated, so Lucien, who has studied the Book of Astrology and Elements, has no idea of venturing to study the Book of Necronomicon for the time being, and only transcribes a few necromantic magic analyses that require less disgusting.

Seci's mummified face resurfaced with surprise: "Aren't you a necromancer risking your way to the feast of death?

The other necromancers and apprentices also found it a little strange. Necromantic mages are often ostracized by their counterparts in other departments, finding them dirty, foul-smelling, and evil.

Before Lucien could reply, there was a heavy grinding sound at the castle gate, and the ceremonial Steward Ned appeared in the doorway.

He was still the same costume Lucien had seen last time, and he slowly spoke, "Mr. Professor is indeed a guest invited by the host. ”

"Since it was invited by Lord Viscount. Then we are relieved. "Sesi represents all the mages, the apprentices.

Ned bowed slightly: "And the professor is also from the headquarters of the Continent Magic Council, and he is a powerful magician. ”

"The headquarters of the Continental Magic Council is powerful?" The necromancers and apprentices have been dealing with corpses for many years, and they are more or less gloomy, even if they hear this unexpected news, they only look at Lucien in a whisper.

The old necromancer Ceci sensitively noticed the word "also" in Ned's butler's mouth, and asked suspiciously, "Why is there another magician from the headquarters of the Continental's Magic Council?"

"Mr. Professor was just passing by. Steward Ned said the truth that no one believed, "And his strength is recognized, and he has been included in the 'purification sequence' by the church, ranking the three hundred and fifty-ninth. ”

"What?Purification Sequence?!"

Even the gloomy necromancer couldn't help but stir up in the face of this explosive news, although it was not clear which powerhouses were on the list of the purification sequence, but they all knew that the people who could be on this list were all high-level beings who could influence or even destroy a country without exception.

In this respect, the "credibility" of the Church has always been good.

The eyes they looked at Lucien became extremely awe-inspiring, especially thinking of the impolite encirclement just now, many necromancers were even more uneasy, they had never seen a big man in the purification sequence, this was at least a high-level magician, right?!

Secy didn't doubt Ned's words, and thought for a moment, "Mr. Professor, please forgive us for the rude just now, we have always been very longing for the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council. ”

He suspected that the professor in front of him and Felipe, who initiated the feast of death, were not on good terms, and it was likely to be involved in the internal struggle of the Magic Council, so he apologized with the reason of respecting the Continental Magic Council, which was not offended by both sides.

"It doesn't matter. Actually, if you can't find strangers, I'll be disappointed. After Lucien used his status as a professor, he could only continue to maintain the tone of a strong man and a big man.

Steward Ned interjected, "Mr. Professor, the master asks you to meet in the study first, and Mr. Felipe is also there." Mr. Sesi, you can wait and be guided to the hall by the waiter. ”

Lucien though ten thousand didn't want to talk to that Mr. Felipe up close. But without an excuse, he could only follow Ned Butler and walk through the thick and terrifying darkness to the study.

Looking at Mr. "Professor", who is not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, but his unusually mysterious back disappeared into the darkness. The fat man couldn't help but whistle in his heart, and said to his companions around him: "Wow, the purification sequence, it feels so cool!"

"Hopefully one day I'll be on the list of purification sequences as well. "Skinny and tall" red wine "envy authentic.

Other necromancers and apprentices seem to have similar emotions. The "purification sequence" used by the Church to purge dangerous objects became something to brag about in their eyes.

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

The castle is located in a study on the few floors of the Castle. Viscount Calendia, in a red shirt and black coat, and another man had been standing by the window watching what was happening below, and the whole thing came into view.

"It looks like Mr. Professor is a not-so-strong magician. When Viscount Calendia saw that Lucien did not use his strength to deter, but took out the invitation letter in a regular manner. Commented easily. He held a glass of slightly rippling red wine in his hand, leisurely and at ease.

The man next to him, with black hair and black eyes, a high nose and thin lips, a handsome but sickly face, was wearing a black shirt with leg of mutton sleeves inside, and a black windbreaker that is rare in mainland countries. He seemed to be forever so gloomy: "The evaluation on the Church Purification Sequence is extremely cunning, very dangerous, and the scope of his strength cannot be judged by his style of acting. ”

"Yes, since the Elemental Will or the Royal Demon Court of Holm dared to send the professor, it means that they believe that they have enough strength to fight against you, Mr. Felipe. If you do it rashly. You're going to take a lot of risk. Hehe, what an embarrassing thing. Viscount Calendia said in a tone that a bystander feared that things would not make a big fuss.

Felipe glanced back at his entourage, then took a sip of red wine: "Elemental Will certainly doesn't know my current strength, but I also don't know what the level of this mysterious professor is, is he Larry, Timothy or Ulysses?"

He casually counted the opponents in the Elemental Will and the Royal Demon Court of Holm that were roughly equal to his strength, but there was no guy in it who matched the identity of the professor, so he shook his head and said: "Although the word professor is a coined word, it can be seen from its meaning that this gentleman is subconsciously proud of his arcane level, so his magic level is not much higher than the arcane level, or even the same......"

Felipe didn't say more, but two pale flames danced in his eyes.

Viscount Calendia took a sip of red wine and changed the subject: "I heard that Mr. Lucien Evans was also in the Principality of Djibouti during this time. Hehe, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha is really worried about her little lover, and she actually asked a strong person like the professor to secretly protect her, and it happened to meet your death feast. ”

"With Natasha's relationship with that person, it's not surprising that Professor Move. Hmph, if it weren't for the professor's request, how could Lucian Evans, a great musician, take such a barren and remote route in the south-central part of the continent!" Felipe didn't believe it happened at all.

No one would think that Lucian, who had just come of age, was the same person as a professor who was close to the upper rank, and even if Felipe had always been confident, he was only twenty-nine years old to achieve what he is today.

And in their eyes, the purification sequence of the church is something to be believed.

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

Lucien, led by Steward Ned, came to the study from last time.

The room was furnished, but there were two more people, in addition to Viscount Calendia, whom Lucien knew, there was a young man with a pale face who looked like a rumored vampire, and a tall, middle-aged man with a beard and strong muscles.

"You're Mr. Professor, aren't you? I'm Felipe. Felipe smiled gloomily, his eyes dancing with pale flames, and he looked at Lucien intently.

Lucien suddenly felt a great sense of fear and danger, because this Mr. Felipe unreservedly exuded his hostility, which was extremely cold and piercing, and the oppressive force he gave himself was second only to the momentum after the Camille elementalization!

"Even if his strength is not high-level, I'm afraid it's already close!"

"Why is there such a strong and obvious hostility for him?Could it be that the Elemental Will or the Royal Demon Court of Holm is in a fierce battle with the power he represents?!"

"It seems that the fox fake tiger has kicked the iron plate instead, hey, any strategy can't do without sufficient information!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Lucien's self-deprecating heart, but the many dangers he experienced made Lucien still remain calm and calm, knowing that if he was exposed at this time, it might not end well.

"Since it's an enemy, why doesn't he do it directly?"

"Unless he's also afraid of 'Professor'!"

Calmness cleared Lucian's mind, and he thought of the key point, so he smiled mildly: "Hello, Mr. Felipe, I have often heard of your reputation. (To be continued.) )