Throne of Magical Arcana

In the sacred calendar year 819, at the end of January (the beginning month), at noon.

The leaden sky was azure, as if the blizzard that could hide the world had finally stopped.

The houses with unique half-dome styles were covered with thick snow in front of them, some even half a person's height, blocking the doors, so the residents of the Shahran Empire turned out of the windows one by one, Drinking strong wine while shoveling snow.

They mainly have golden, light yellow, and pure black hair colors, and most of them have big arms and round waists. The young girls are generally good-looking, but the aunts are very fat, many of them are twice as wide as their husbands, and they can handle snowballs that often require a few strong men to push, but they can handle them with one hand.

On the second floor of an elegantly decorated dark green hotel on the street, two young people were watching the lively scene outside through the window. The beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes rubbed her hands and said with a playful smile: "I have never seen such a scene in the Urals." Heavy snow, and it's been almost a month since New Years."

Ural Continent belongs to the Kinov province of the Shahran Empire, located in the southwest of the empire, and is separated from the northern fortress of the Principality of Viorit by two provinces. It is famous for its blacksmiths, ores and weapons, and provides logistical support for the Marinov Line of Defense.

Seeing the girl's gentle and delicate face, and the curvy figure wrapped in the fire fox fur coat, the sturdy young man with flaxen hair and shaved to the size next to her opened his mouth with some hesitation, and finally summoned up the courage to speak. Come out: "Lena, don't you...you still get very close to that Mr. Peter?"

Lena turned her head in doubt: "Igor, what's the problem? Mr. Peter is a decent gentleman with profound knowledge, knowledge and humor. It was a pleasure chatting with him."

When talking about happiness, the corners of Liena's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile.

This smile made Igor very uncomfortable, and he walked a few steps impatiently, without caring about his demeanor, and said in a hurried and slightly high voice: "Lena, he is a nobleman, and his wife will definitely be a descendant of the nobleman. "

Lena's delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she said a little unhappy: "What does this have to do with me? Mr. Peter and I are just friends. Igor, can you stop thinking about it, if Mr. Peter is here, he will definitely be with you. I talk about blizzards in other places, good games with snow, and it doesn't make me angry or sad at all."

"Mr. Peter, Mr. Peter, Lena, can you not mention him?! They nobles are very hypocritical! They always maintain an elegant and dignified demeanor in front of everyone, but they can do all kinds of bad things in secret. The two ostentatious swords he carried, and the same politeness he showed to all the beautiful girls in the caravan, showed that he was actually a frivolous, playful guy. And he hasn't stimulated the blood power, sooner or later You will lose your nobility!"

Similar conversations have been carried out several times between the two young people, but seeing Lena chatting and laughing with that Mr. Peter without any distance at all, Igor finally couldn't help the raging jealousy, and moved his heart All the sour feeling hidden in the face was revealed.

Then Igor said sullenly: "The only way to mention these things is to care about you, and to make you unhappy. His unchanging elegance and consideration can only show that he doesn't take you seriously, and only wants to deceive you." You, I lied to you..." Although he spent many years getting along with mercenaries and adventurers in order to stimulate the power of his blood, and occasionally spoke rudely, when facing Liena, he still subconsciously refrained from using swear words.

Lena's face fell down, and there were crystal tears in her beautiful blue eyes: "Igor, Mr. Peter is not the kind of person you imagined. There were two beautiful single girls in the caravan who tried to seduce him, but they were all caught He refused. Besides, in your eyes, am I just a person who is greedy for vanity and easy to deceive? "

After finishing speaking, she sniffled and turned to leave, went back to the room, and closed the door heavily, leaving only Igor outside to apologize endlessly.

At the other end of the corridor, at the corner, there were also people watching the lively scene of snow removal through the glass window.

"Mr. Peter, the etiquette of the Vladimir family is really excellent, and you are the most decent nobleman I have ever seen in terms of women." The red-nosed old man in a gray coat said with a smile. He is Lena's father Berv, A member of the caravan.

Lucien, whose current identity is Peter Joseph Vladimir, stretched out his white-gloved right hand and pressed it against the bar under the window, and replied with a gentle smile: "In fact, there are many dedicated nobles. In the love story Isn't that what it is?"

In order to conform to the characteristics of the Vladimir family, Lucien's hair was dyed golden yellow with the juice extracted from a certain tree, and his eyes were also turned dark blue through the spare invisible membrane, making him look a lot more sunny.

"It's all written to please the nobles, to deceive the little girls and make them be the lovers of the nobles willingly." Beerf said with an exaggerated expression, and then laughed: "Mr. Peter, do you want to have lunch together? I And a bottle of black mace."

Lucien withdrew his right hand and shook his head: "Mr. Berff, thank you for your kindness. I was injured during my travels in the north and cannot drink."

"Haha, Mr. Peter, this is where you are the least attractive. Wine and fighting are the romance of a man!" After getting along for more than a month, an old fox like Berv has almost figured out Lucien's temper. Make jokes more relaxed.

The Shahran Empire is known as the country of knights, because the proportion of their blood being inspired to become knights is nearly 50% higher than that of the Principality of Violet, the Kingdom of Holm, etc. Under such circumstances, they have persisted in fighting for hundreds of years.

And this has also made many adventurers believe that the difficult environment can help hone the will to fight and stimulate the strength of the blood.

After returning to the dining room with Berff, Lucien found a table in a secluded corner to eat, while Leo, who was dressed as an old butler, stood by meticulously.

After a while, when Lucien lowered his head and drank sweet and sour red vegetable soup with a spoon, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and a sable fur vest came over with his followers. His flaxen hair was combed back with a thick pomade, a thick cigar was dangling from his mouth, and seven or eight gold rings inlaid with different precious stones were on the ten fingers of his hands, which were dazzling, as if they could blind others' eyes.

"Mr. Peter, is there anyone here? If not, do you mind if I sit here?" The burly middle-aged man asked enthusiastically and politely.

Lucien raised his head, looked around the restaurant, and saw that there was no vacant seat, so he nodded, "No, Mr. Sergey, you can sit here." Heavy snow blocked the road, and many passengers did not leave, causing the restaurant to be crowded.

Sergey joined the caravan in the last city five or six days ago, and the destination is Ural City, the capital of the Ural region. He has a bold personality, a generous hand, and is good at chatting. In just a few days, he became friends with most of the caravan. familiar.

After ordering Bollinger cakes, frozen sea caviar, veal steak, and kebabs, Sergey smiled without any strangeness: "Mr. Peter, after traveling for the past few days, I found that you are an elegant lady A real noble, like Count Kutuzov of the Vladimir family. I met him a few times when I was doing business in Falk City, Northwest Province." He seemed to be showing off the big men he knew.

Lucien cut off a piece of fried chicken and said with a smile, "Uncle Kutuzov? Does his joint still hurt in wet weather?"

This is a big man in the Vladimir family. Valentin naturally did not forget to mention it, and revealed a lot of his privacy. It will be very uncomfortable, just like ordinary people have arthritis.

"Your Earl, he is still the same." Sergey laughed, and then changed the subject without showing any trace, and began to mention other nobles he knew.

After the names of the nobles set off the image of the mysterious rich man with an amazing background and a wide range of contacts, Sergey sighed softly: "It's a pity that we have already arrived in Ural City, and we will soon bid farewell to Mr. Peter, your talented noble friend. Yes. I got to know Earl Werther here through Baroness Karilena’s personal relationship, and bought a newly explored gemstone mine first. Although it is difficult to mine, its value is astonishing, and many people are jealous, so the future is very bright. For a long time, I have to stay in Ural City to manage."

Earl Witte's territory occupies nearly half of the Ural state, and is the de facto controller of the state.

Lucien chewed the chicken slowly, and waited for a few minutes before asking cooperatively, "Amazing value?"

"Yes, according to the testimonials of several clergymen and prospectors, that mine contains gemstones enough to buy an entire country. If Earl Witte doesn't like trouble and prefers to get rich easily through mining tax and gemstone tax, I have to Don’t get it!” Sergey ostentatiously took out the gemstone mine prospecting certificate, the mining certificate, the real estate contract with the earl’s seal, and the church’s low-price reservation contract from the black leather case carried by the attendant.

Natural gemstones are required for many spells, casting of magic, and crafting of celestial items.

Lucien smiled politely: "That's really congratulations, Mr. Sergey."

"Thank you, Mr. Peter. But how can this kind of gemstone mine be obtained easily? Just the gift to please Earl Witte almost made me bankrupt. At present, I have no money to recruit people and buy equipment to mine. Alas, I have been running around all this time. , Borrow from friends, and plan to double repay them when the time comes. It’s a pity that they can’t transfer that much money for the time being, and it’s still a little bit short, so I’m so anxious that I’m thinking of selling some of the gem mine shares.” Thank you Ergay sighed, and said with a frowning face, "Why doesn't the Empire have banks that can lend money like places like Sturk and Holm?"

After finishing speaking, he quietly waited for Lucien's answer, but after a long time, Lucien didn't speak either.

"Mr. Peter, don't you want to say something?" Sergey raised his glass and greeted with a smile.

Lucien wiped his mouth with a napkin: "Yes. I finished my lunch, Mr. Sergey, enjoy it slowly."

Then Lucien got up calmly, sorted out the two "extraordinarily gorgeous" long swords, and went back to the room with Leo.

Sergey's smile froze briefly on his face, then he shook his head, smiled and took a sip of his drink.

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In the afternoon, as soon as the snow on the road was cleared, an invitation was sent to the hotel. The person to invite was Lucien, and the person to invite was Baroness Karilena.