Throne of Magical Arcana

Lentat, the capital of the Kingdom of Holm, the Hexagram platform.

At 7:30 in the morning, Lucien, wearing a thick white shirt with a formal black bow tie on the collar, was blowing in the cold wind, with his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted long dress, and slowly walked off the magic steam train.

After receiving the invitation letter last night, he only had time to verify the correctness of the will of the elements and the magic symbol of the Holm Royal Magic Court with the school's management department, and hurriedly took the first train to Rentat.

Stepping out of the magic platform, Lucien beckoned a carriage to stop, then stepped into the warm carriage and told the coachman to go to Swan Lake Rose Manor.

It wasn't until the coachman drove the horses and the wheels rolled forward that Lucien calmed down and thought carefully about his being invited to participate in the "Annual Conference on Elements and Alchemy Magic".

"If they value my thesis on the periodic table of elements, the invitation and treatment should be more grand, after all, it will be an important milestone in the development of elemental magic."

"But if they don't pay attention, why did they send me an invitation letter?"

Puzzled, when the time came to 8:30, the carriage stopped in front of Qiangwei Manor. On the left was the Swan Lake covered with a thin layer of ice.

Standing at the gate of the manor are two young blond haired young men exuding a majestic knightly aura.

However, Lucien understands that they are not real knights, they only have the strength of quasi-knights by relying on magic potions, so they are willing to be a member of the will of the elements - in magic potions, elements, alchemy and necromancers occupy an absolute advantage .

"Hello, Mr. Arcanist, can you show me your invitation letter and arcane badge?" one of the knights asked politely.

Lucien nodded slightly, and handed him the invitation letter and arcane badge,

After verifying the name imprinted on Lucien's arcane badge with a mirror-like magic item and comparing it with the invitation letter, the knight enthusiastically returned the badge and invitation letter to him: "Welcome, Lucien Mr En Evans, the Arcanists are almost here, and they are in the hall of the manor house."

The other knight turned around and opened the door, and very politely extended his hand to invite Lucien to enter.

Nothing happened, and Lucien's doubts were cleared up a lot. Walking on the rammed earth road, he walked unhurriedly to the half-open gate of the main house of the manor, and gently pushed it away.

A low buzzing sound rushed towards our faces. There was no music, no noise, no noise. Arcanists gathered in twos and threes in the unusually wide hall to discuss the latest arcane research, magic trends, and encounters in their own research. The question is full of an atmosphere of seeking knowledge.

There are about two hundred and ten arcanists, most of them are middle-level arcanists, and a small number are low-level arcanists who have been deeply researched on a certain elemental issue and have been affirmed.

Tables and high-backed chairs are placed in a circle in the hall, and in the center of them is a half-height metal platform, on which is arranged a magic circle to amplify the sound and reveal the scene, and a half-person-high podium.

Lucien's entry only attracted the attention of a small number of arcanists, but they continued to discuss each other after they found out that they didn't know Lucien. Only a pair of cold eyes followed him carefully.

Lazar, who was in charge of the chores of the "Annual Conference on Elements and Alchemy and Magic" in the corner, was finally relieved when he saw that the conference was about to start, but was surprised to see Lucien he knew appearing in the hall ostentatiously.

Resisting the urge to greet him loudly, he pressed his unbuttoned left gown with his right hand, walked politely among the Arcanists, and rushed in the direction of Lucien.

"Lucien, why are you here?" Lazar asked in a low voice, his expression full of surprise.

This is the "Annual Conference on Elements and Alchemy Magic"! He didn't join the elemental will!

Lucien's eyes were full of strangers, and he felt a little uneasy. After seeing Lazar, a familiar friend, he completely settled down and shook the invitation letter in his hand: "I don't know why, so I just accepted it for no reason. Here comes the invitation. Lazar, do you know why?"

"Invitation letter?" Lazar took it in hesitation, read it carefully and checked the magic signs of the two organizations, and then looked at Lucien with monster-like eyes, "What have you done recently?" , I was able to get the invitation letter? Is it because of the letter you wrote to me asking me to re-measure the atomic weight of some elements? After I used several new methods to measure, I found that it was really wrong!"

Just as Lucien was about to answer his guess, a masculine male voice near the gate asked a low-level female magician who was in charge of the reception: "Evans, is Lucien Evans here?"

"Mr. Larry, I have already checked. Mr. Evans arrived a few minutes ago." The sweet female voice replied with a little luck. Fortunately, I checked the presence of the Arcanist every five minutes, so that I could answer in time Mr. Larry's question, and then she turned to the inside of the hall, her voice amplified: "Mr. Evans, Mr. Lucien Evans, please come here, Mr. Larry is looking for you."

Her voice stopped all discussions. The arcanists looked left and right, slightly curious to know who this Lucien Evans was and what his relationship was with Mr. Larry.

"Rebecca, Mr. Evans is here." Hearing that his companion was looking for his friend, Lazar answered loudly with dignity, and then pulled Lucien towards the gate.

The arcanists stepped aside one after another, and at the same time looked at Lucien with a little curiosity. An arcanist who was invited at such a young age? Not like the kind of rotten guy who uses magic rituals or potions to prolong his life?

There were three men and a woman standing at the door. The woman's green eyes were bright and bright, and she was wearing a red light long skirt. The Annual Conference on Alchemy and Magic" was exhausting.

The person talking to her was a fat man in his thirties with a round face, a thick yellow beard, and a pair of deep blue eyes.

"Mr. Larry, Mr. Evans is here." Lazar bowed politely to the round-faced fat man. He had seen this famous genius of elemental will from afar.

Lucien was about to speak with a smile, but Larry on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out: "Who are you?"

His voice was powerful, even if it wasn't deliberately loud, it spread throughout the hall.

"Ah?" Lucien looked at him suspiciously, Lazar and Rebecca were stunned at the same time, and the arcanists in the hall also looked over strangely, not understanding what happened here.

Larry pressed his hands: "Excuse me, sir, I mean I don't know you, I'm looking for my student Lucien Evans, er, K Evans."

Lucien probably understood the reason of the matter a little bit, and felt that it was absurd and funny.

"...Mr. Larry, this Mr. Evans is the only one here." After a few seconds of silence, Rebecca was still anxious and puzzled.

Larry looked at her sideways: "Only this Mr. Evans?"

One of the two men who witnessed the whole thing behind Larry said sharply to Rebecca: "Rebecca, you are responsible for filling out the invitation letter. Mr. Lucien Evans, is Mr. Larry's disciple, not this, er, first-level arcanist Lucien Evans! What have you done?" He turned his head and glanced at Lucien's chest. After the Art and Magic Badge, the voice became harsher.

His hair is black but his face is full of wrinkles. He is not young, and he wears the badge of a third-level arcanist and a three-ring magician on his chest, which seems to be an arcane level accumulated over time.

After scolding Rebecca, he nodded apologetically to the gray-haired old man with a slightly bent nose and a suit and leather shoes beside him, while continuing to glare at Rebecca.

Rebecca's eyes were red from being scolded, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't think of the reason.

"Mr. Leandrew, since there are two Lucien Evans in the Douglas School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they may have made a mistake." Lazar's face turned slightly red under the eyes of everyone, but he still couldn't help defending Rebecca.

LeAndre was even more angry: "In this case, didn't you mark K on the invitation letter? Or arcane level, magic level? He is only a first-level ring! Same as you!" He pointed at Lucien's chest.

"But, but, Mr. Leandrew, I checked all the staff at Douglas School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and there is only one Mr. Lucien Evans." Rebecca burst into tears. If there were names with the same surname, she would definitely mark the difference.

Lucien calmly explained: "Mr. Leandrew, K left before you sent out the invitation letter."

Meaning, the one who made the mistake was the one who told Rebecca the information.

Leandre said furiously: "But even so, it is a big mistake for her not to indicate the arcane level! And you, why don't you measure whether you are qualified to participate in the 'Annual Conference on Elements and Alchemy Magic', you can't think about it with your brain , will this be an invitation letter for you?" Due to Lucien's low rank, he spoke as if scolding his subordinates.

"No, no, no, it's my fault." Larry raised his hands, "I asked K to resign, but when I decided to invite K temporarily, I forgot to explain this to Mr. Leandrew."

"Larry, why didn't you invite K yourself?" The gray-haired old man looked at Larry with dark yellow eyes that were slightly weird.

Larry smiled wryly: "Teacher, I didn't expect K to complete his resignation so soon. I thought he should stay in school to deal with things these days, but I don't know where he went, and I couldn't find him at all. "

This old man in a black suit with strange pupils and eyes turned out to be Larry's teacher, director of Elemental Will, member of the Arcane Review Committee, seventh-level arcanist, seven-ring magician Gaston.

Comparing the explanations before and after, the arcanists in the hall basically understood what was going on, and discussed in low voices, thinking it was really a rare and interesting thing, and some people let out low laughter from time to time.

"Mr. Gaston, it's our laxness that caused you trouble." LeAndrew bowed and apologized flatteringly to Gaston.

Gaston nodded gently: "Everyone makes mistakes, so don't be too harsh on this little girl."

LeAndre raised his head, and said to Rebecca sternly: "Since Mr. Gaston said so, I will not submit the mistake you made this time, and I will not make it again in the future."

Then he turned his head to Lucien and said coldly: "There is nothing for you here, you can leave."

With such an attitude, even Lucien, a magician who is good at keeping calm and rational, will inevitably feel a strong sense of humiliation.

At this time, Gaston raised his hand to stop LeAndrew from speaking: "Evans, have you learned the arcane arts in the elemental field?"

"Yes, Mr. Gaston." Lucien didn't understand what he meant, but seeing his kind attitude, he nodded slightly.

Gaston smiled and said: "Then you stay here and listen. Since you are here, don't miss it. This is a meeting of the latest research results in the field of elements. You may not be able to understand much, but it will be of great help to you." big."

Seeing Lucien's silence and hesitation, he said hehe: "Young man, don't be shy. When you become a famous arcanist in the future, what happened today will be a good talk."

Hearing that it was the latest research result, the studious Lucien nodded slowly in agreement.

Those cold eyes watched this scene, but Gaston and Larry didn't say anything more, and quickly passed Lucien and walked towards the center of the hall. So he quickly turned his eyes away, afraid of being seen.

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"Common Arcanist Monthly" headquarters.

After submitting the paper on re-measurement of atomic weight, Woods sat on the chair with satisfaction, his thoughts drifted a little, as long as he passed the review in three days, he would be able to catch up with this issue of the monthly magazine.

Thinking about it, he casually picked up the paper on Lucien's Periodic Table of Elements that he had exchanged, and read it again. Since he had already determined the elements, he subconsciously skipped this part and looked at the new element guesses at the back.

"There is such a detailed description of properties." Woods commented while watching, "Even guessed the method of discovering new elements? Uh, why do some characteristics of this ore look familiar?"