Throne of Magical Arcana

After being beaten into a daze, Leo, who survived the "Frost Giant" bloodline, opened his eyes with difficulty after hearing Lucien's words, with unbelievable surprise, uncontrollable ecstasy and unresolved worry. Combined into a complex gaze, is this young-looking gentleman up to par with Warren and his father?

The tavern owner didn't expect that Lucien would make such a direct request. Doesn't he know who Warren is and who his father is? !

Hahaha, Warren laughed a couple of times, thinking it was ridiculous, barely restraining his anger, and said viciously: "Sir, why did I ask you to hire Leo first? Do you think he will be so stupid after leaving with you?" Back to the East in Exile? Don't you think your tone just now was hateful? Do you think you can bear my anger instead of him?!"

A sentence of rhetorical questions fully exposed Warren's bad mood at this time. A business to please a certain duke of the Shahran Empire was destroyed by Leo. After finally catching him and preparing to vent his anger, an inexplicable guy appeared try to block. Originally, he planned to maintain basic manners and not offend the mysterious stranger's way of doing things, but his tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was instructing his subordinates, except for his father, the nine city lords, and the Shahran Empire's grand master Noble, no one has ever dared to speak to himself in such a tone!

Following the change in Warren's tone, the short and fierce Yarolim took a step forward, holding a pair of black daggers in each hand, as if he was about to pounce on him, and aimed at Lucien unreservedly with the knight's aura.

Once Lucien is suppressed, even trembling with fright, which means that his strength is not strong, then he can be taken down directly!

This was a preliminary test. It was impossible for Warren to let a guy pretend to be unfathomable and stun himself with just a few words.

Yarolim's cold gray eyes stared at Lucien's eyes, and he suppressed his will with all his strength.

Suddenly, he saw the off-white light in Lucien's brown pupils flashing away, as if it entered his mind with an old and decaying atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, extreme itching and pain surfaced on Yarolim's body without warning. The tavern guests opposite him and behind Lucien couldn't help screaming in horror because they saw Yarolim's body. The back of the hand and the skin of the face were festered in large areas, and yellow pus seeped out, which was extremely frightening.

Yarolim knew that he was under Lucien's magic, and his body immediately turned into layers of black flames, but the festering seemed to be contagious even to illusory flames, and the flames turned yellow and extinguished one after another.

Warren, the other strong and tall man beside him, and the other black scale swordsmen also noticed the tragedy of Yarolim. In just a few seconds, Yarolim was as weak as a different person , managed to resist the festering all over his body, gasping for breath, but it would take a long time for him to get better completely, and Lucien still put his hands in the pockets of the black double-breasted dress, smiling Looking at this scene, he didn't take the opportunity to attack, and he didn't try to deepen the festering degree.

The three-ring necromancer magic "curse of festering"!

"Necromancers?" Warren tried to remain calm and asked, but his voice was still a little fearful. Necromancers have never had a bad reputation, and all kinds of cruel, mysterious, dark, and terrifying methods seem to be them and illusions. The portrayal of magicians, especially in the depths of the Northland where many ancient heritage magicians haunt.

Lucien smiled without saying a word.

The other tall and strong knight lowered his head and whispered something in Warren's ear.

Warren stood up with a cloudy expression and asked, "So you are a middle-level magician. I wonder if you are from the Magic Council or somewhere else in the Northland?"

The tavern owner, the black scale armored swordsman and other guests all looked at Lucien in surprise. No wonder he could easily deal with the formal knight Yarolim, who turned out to be an intermediate magician!

Although the title of middle-level magician is ordinary, you can meet it everywhere in the headquarters of the Magic Council, but those of the same level are called great knights, called bishops, except for the holy city of Lance, the sky city of Allinger, and Renta. There are a few places such as Tete, Alto, Tria, Fort Saint-Ivan, etc. These are all figures who can preside over a city. Except for the nine city lords in the East Exile, they are strong people at the level of sky knights, golden knights, and high-level magicians. Besides, the remaining 20 or 30 lords are only grand knights or mid-level magicians.

And a mid-level magician, even if he only has three or four rings, with his flying skills and all kinds of mysterious and strange magic, his strength is completely comparable to that of a great knight who is one level higher than himself.

Lucien stretched out his right hand wearing a white glove to cover Holm's crown ring, pushed the monocle, and said in a flat tone: "It doesn't matter where I come from, the important thing is that I want to take Leo away, I wonder if Mr. Warren will agree or not?"

This arrogant and arrogant attitude made Warren think of the rumored geniuses of the Magic Council, especially those of the Pale Hand. In a flash of thought, he squeezed out a smile and spread his hands: "In the East Exile, either Gold, or strength, since you have shown your strength, sir, allow me to take my subordinates to leave early."

Even with his father's blessing, Warren, who was able to develop a great career in the East in exile, naturally understands the rules here very well. Once there is a strong man who is temporarily unable to compete and may not be useful even if he moves out of his father, he will immediately be vicious and arrogant. If he could become polite and humble, and know how to back down——if he blindly offended a powerful man with a background in the Magic Council and was killed on the spot, except for his father, the East Lords Council in Exile would not waste their strength for fools!

Lucien smiled: "Mr. Warren, you are very wise."

To be honest, Lucien hates this kind of human traffickers very much, but if he attacks Warren without any excuse, it will directly hit the Lords Council of the Eastern Exile in the face, and he is within the control range of the Eastern Exile. To embark on a more dangerous journey, so can only use arrogant irony to try to provoke Warren, let him do it first.

Warren swallowed his saliva, put his right hand on his left chest and bowed away without a smile on his face. He didn't say anything. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the tyranny in his heart, so he ordered to attack Lucien.

Among the rest of the guards, several swordsmen in scale armor supported Yarolim, and walked towards the gate with the sound of armor colliding.

"Master Warren, I will draw up a list of the losses at Taran Tavern and give you a list. I hope you will fully compensate me, or else I will go to the lord meeting for a ruling!"

The tavernkeeper shouted, causing Warren, who was just about to step over the threshold, to stagger and nearly fall.

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In the room behind the tavern, Leo, who had been entangled in black flames removed by Lucien, slowly recovered with the help of the quasi-knight's strong life recovery power. After all, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

During the recovery process, Leo saw a difficult and rough voice from Lucien on the opposite side, and a little firefly light in his hand disappeared in an instant.

After a burst of magical fluctuations, Lucien's mouth opened silently, and everything returned to its original state.

"Sir, what are you doing? Is there anything I can do for you?" Leo asked curiously, grateful for the life-saving grace.

Lucien smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, just be more careful."

Seeing that Lucien didn't say anything, Leo, who was experienced in adventure, didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked about the employment: "Sir, I don't know what to call you? What are you going to hire me for?"

"You can call me Mr. X for the time being. I want to hire you to take me across the Shahran Empire to the northeast of the Dark Mountain Range." Lucien replied succinctly.

When he mentioned the Shahran Empire, he remembered his sad past, and Leo frowned golden-yellow: "Mr. X, it is not difficult for me to take you into the Shahran Empire. The problem is where are you going? I can arrange it that way." Route, and prepare a suitable false identity. Well, if you are worried, we will sign a magic contract first."

Leo decided to accept without asking clearly about the content of the employment, because without Lucien's stop, he would have died in the mouth of the wild dog, let alone revenge.

Lucien was not hypocritical, and took out the magic contract that he had prepared long ago.

After the two parties signed and the brown parchment was wrapped in light blue flames and burned, Leo knew Lucien's full name, but he still addressed him as he was told: "Mr. X, the Shahran Empire is a very corrupt nobleman. In addition to them and the clergy, it is very difficult for other scholars, citizens, poor people, and serfs to cross the empire unhindered. Judging from the several routes to Alto, it is very difficult to pretend that the northwest of the Shahran Empire The nobles of the provinces are the least dangerous, and they seldom come to these areas."

When the magic level is promoted to the sixth ring and becomes a high level, when signing a low-level magic contract, you can change your name with a strong soul, spiritual power and advanced skills, but Lucien is still far away from a high level.

"I don't know Leo, do you have any good suggestions?" Lucien nodded in satisfaction, the professional ones were really different.

Leo pointed to the most northwest part of the rough map: "This is the Vladimir family that ruled the northwest province of the empire. This family is one of the ten most powerful families in the empire, and has its own powerful knight order. There is a duke, a marquis, three earls, many viscounts, barons, and lords, so there are many children, and the collateral members who have the right to inherit are so many that people can't even remember. If Duke Vladimir does not look through the family tree , I’m afraid it’s hard to tell the truth from the fake.”

"Leo, you let me pretend to be a collateral member of this family? How can I hide it from other nobles?" Lucien asked.

Leo replied very seriously, with a standard look of bitterness and bitterness: "In the Shahran Empire, the rule of winner-takes-all prevails. If you decide to fight for the title and fail, there is often no good end. In the Eastern exile, Just hiding from a knight who fled after failing to compete with the current Duke Vladimir for the right of succession, he has the real method and seal of the Vladimir family’s identity documents, and his name is Valentin.”