A smile appeared on Felipe's pale, undead face: "Professor, you really have extraordinary insights and unique perspectives in the field of elemental magic. I don't think a character like you will be without fame and status. In fact, I am very Curious, are you one of the few I know?"
The higher his evaluation of teaching arcane skills, the more uncertain he was about his true strength, and he became a little hesitant. Although he was always confident, he had no doubt that his own strength was definitely the most tyrannical among high-level magicians. The first level, but a magician with such a high level of arcane skills and knowledge may not be much worse than himself. If we really want to fight, it seems that it is easy to lose both sides.
Hearing Felipe's evaluation, Lucien realized that he had fooled around for a while, and replied with a smile in his deliberately changed voice: "Maybe when I become a high-level magician, I can meet him again in Allinge. Will consider telling Felipe about you."
Did not use "Sir", implying that the two had indeed met at the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council and were familiar people. And Lucien thought to himself that he should have his own level of judgment in the purification sequence, so he didn't hide and didn't care about the fact that he hadn't become a high-level magician, and tried hard to create his own strength for Felipe with such a frank and confident attitude. A sense of mystery.
Felipe's aura suddenly became dangerous, as if he was ready to do something!
Lucien remained calm on the surface, but his heart became more and more tense. His pretentiousness and all his responses were based on the fact that the other party was a rational and sober magician. If the other party hides a tendency to take risks or go crazy, then you are very dangerous! It is absolutely difficult for one's own strength and magic items to compete with a senior three-ring magician, let alone Felipe, who is likely to be close to a high-level existence.
"It is rumored that necromancers are crazier than other magicians." Lucien had an inexplicable thought in his mind.
The atmosphere became silent and stagnant, and the leisurely Viscount Calendia also stopped tasting red wine and became fully alert. Although he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Magic Council, this was his castle after all, and it was destroyed It will be a heavy loss.
The more dangerous and critical the juncture, the more calm Lucien was, calmed down, calmly picked up the black tea that Butler Ned put on the coffee table, and took a sip: "Felipe, if you don't have the element For other issues in the field, I would like to share with you the ancient unique magic of the necromantic system."
Since he is testing his own level, he must have a corresponding attitude. Blindly shrinking back at this time is not in line with the status of a "spoiler".
"He wants to test my magic strength? Don't you worry that I will take the opportunity to learn the unique magic of the necromancy system that he wants to discuss?" Felipe, who was in doubt, lost his dangerous momentum, "Unless, he thinks I can't learn it at all! There are only two possibilities for learning. Either the structure of this unique magic can be disassembled, and it is difficult to deduce the whole from one part, or I will be a dead person, and a dead person cannot learn any magic by stealing it! Humph, teach you Just look down on me like that?"
Felipe, who squinted his eyes and remained silent for tens of seconds, was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the voice of Viscount Calendia: "Hehe, gentlemen, the time for the feast of death is approaching, do you have anything to communicate? You can wait and talk."
His magnetic voice broke the extremely depressing atmosphere in the study, allowing Felipe to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "I was too involved in the discussion with Mr. Professor, and I didn't notice the time."
Suddenly almost collapsed and weak, Lucien forced himself to hold on, smiled and stood up: "Me too."
"Housekeeper Ned, take Mr. Professor to the lobby first. I have something to delay Mr. Felipe for two or three minutes." Viscount Karenldea put the wine glass on the window sill, and walked towards Felipe with long legs.
After Lucien and Ned left the study, Viscount Caronaldia looked at Felipe and said with a smile: "Mr. Felipe, maybe you don't care, but this is the old castle left by my grandfather. Something I hold dear, so if you guys are going to fight, do it quickly, or don't blame me for asking you to get out and get on with it."
Felipe lowered his head and smiled and said, "Although I often lose control of my emotions, I still know how to respect my master. Don't worry, Viscount, if I really want to make a move, I will either be able to deal with the professor within 30 seconds, or he will touch me and me. The bottom line of the organization can no longer shrink back."
In the slightly crazy Felipe's dictionary, "respect the master" needs to be preceded by "this master has enough strength to be respected". Although the Viscount Karonaldia is not a high-level vampire, his strength is not bad. This is the interior of his castle. If he really wants to fight, he may not be able to win.
"Mr. Felipe, it's very kind of you to be considerate, and I will tell the professor as well." Viscount Caronaldia walked towards the door of the study.
Felipe followed slowly with Cleveland, his expression as gloomy and pale as ever.
"Teacher, why don't you try it directly? The professor's shady attire is obviously afraid of you." Cleveland, a tall and strong middle-aged man who is at least twice as old as Felipe, called Teacher Felipe No offense. In the world of magic, if you have enough strength and knowledge, you will be respected and treated accordingly, "And wait, he will definitely try to destroy your arrangement."
Felipe shook his head: "Fortunately, I tried it, and I didn't go crazy and directly. Now I have raised my evaluation of the professor's strength. No wonder he can go to the church's purification sequence. As long as he does not touch the bottom line, it is best Don't take the risk of fighting him." He still maintained enough confidence in his own strength, thinking that the reason why he didn't go to the purification sequence was because he didn't do anything that would touch his nerves.
After a pause, Felipe glanced sideways at Cleveland, as if he was about to teach a few words, but after he opened his mouth, he still put his hands in his windbreaker pockets and walked silently.
The organization's affairs are the organization's affairs, and one's own affairs are one's own affairs. The attitudes required by the two are different.
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Following behind the serious butler Ned, Lucien felt that his legs were going to be sore and weak. When facing a magician like Felipe, who seemed to be rational, crazy and powerful, it was an incomparable test to pretend and pretend. will and spirit.
"The organization that is hostile to the Will of the Elements or the Royal Magic Court of Holm seems to be called the 'Pale Hand'. It sounds like an organization among necromancers. Could it be that Felipe is holding a death feast to recruit people?"
"Under such circumstances, it is definitely not possible to directly ask Felipe about the identity of the liaison officer in Sturk City, because as an 'intermediate magician', he can fly across the Strait of Storms by himself."
"If you have the opportunity, try it out. If you don't have the opportunity, you will never take the risk. Anyway, you still hope to find out when you arrive at Sturk. Hehe, you have been involved in such a serious and dangerous situation because of this matter, and it is very likely that you will return empty-handed." .Just hope Felipe et al. can speak for themselves."
Countless thoughts came and went, and Lucien walked into the hall calmly and without a word.
The rotten smell hit his nostrils, making Lucien feel like he was in a cemetery.
The layout of the hall is like the nobles of Aalto holding a ball. The wide and bright space, the long table full of food, the skillfully stacked wine glasses, the waiters carrying trays and the melodious music are all so elegant and comfortable. .
And the only incongruity is the eerie black-robed mage and apprentices. They carry food and wine glasses to communicate, and from time to time, they take out white brains, dead eyes, and brittle skulls from their pockets. materials and items such as rotten hearts, rotting hearts, and intact baby corpses in exchange for things or money you need. This is a very rare occasion with so many apprentices and magicians.
Although he is not afraid of corpses, and has played with internal organs before, but that was only on a specific occasion, so now when Lucien saw this scene, he immediately lost his appetite, feeling slightly in his heart: "Magicians are regarded by everyone in the whole continent." As a symbol of evil, the performance of the necromancer is definitely the most important factor in it."
"Hello, Mr. Professor."
"Mr. Professor."
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When the magic apprentices saw Lucien passing by, they all bowed their heads and greeted in humility and awe. This is a powerful and powerful man!
Lucien nodded slightly, picked up a glass of white water from the waiter's tray, and walked around the hall, thinking about how to face Felipe next.
"Mr. Professor..." A familiar voice came to Lucien's ears, and he realized that he had walked in front of the magic apprentice "Fatty" and the others.
They were squatting in a corner of the hall, with a few well-preserved corpses in front of them, and they were explaining something to the other magic apprentices gathered around.
Lucien asked casually with a slightly curious smile, "What are you guys talking about?"
"Professor, we are talking about the structure of the human body." All the magic apprentices, including Fatty, quickly stood up and answered.
Sisi, the magician of the four rings, is also here, with a smile on his stiff face: "Professor, the structure of the human body they explained is quite special. What are the different changes in the internal organs and bones of the dead bodies of diseases."
"A good idea. Are they your apprentices, Mr. Ceci?" Lucien asked with interest.
Sisi shook his head: "I just brought these apprentices here. Mr. Professor, do you know if the Continental Council of Magic has any similar research?"
"..." Lucien almost slapped himself, how could he talk nonsense, "How do I know if the Continental Council of Magic has similar research..."
But adhering to the belief that the level of arcane research of the Continental Magic Council is definitely higher than that of ancient magic inheritors, Lucien considered his tone and said succinctly: "Go one step further."
Fatty, Red Wine and other apprentices, as well as the other magicians who gathered around looked at Lucien with interest, hoping that he would say a few more words.
"Indeed, as the professor said, the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council and the 'Pale Hand' organization have conducted very in-depth research on the human body, and have discovered many diseases that cause death and the corresponding physical changes, and have invented a variety of brand new medicines." Magic, like the 'cursed pneumonia' that makes your opponent cough so badly that they can't cast magic."
Suddenly, Felipe's voice came from behind.
"Hello, Mr. Felipe." Some magicians and all the magic apprentices bowed their heads respectfully.
Felipe gave Lucien a complicated look, then turned to the others and said, "I have something to say."
Then, he walked to the temporary half-height wooden platform in front of the hall and cleared his throat: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Felipe of the Pale Hand from the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council, and I invite you to participate in this feast of death." I just want to discuss something with you.”