Throne of Magical Arcana

Bayer cast his gentle and firm eyes on Alten, and said with a slight smile, "Being able to participate in a trial that is close to actual combat and experience the dangers of blood and fire is my pursuit as a true knight, and has nothing to do with the status of the Crown Prince." , He looked at Ulrich, Duke of Plantagenet, "Uncle Ulrich, since you agreed to Sophia's request, you shouldn't refuse me again, right? I also got my father's consent."

The old prince sighed: "You young people...well, I will grant your wish."

His slightly slack eyelids drooped, blocking all the emotion in his dark blue eyes.

The Earl of Nürnbeck smiled heartily: "Well done, Bayer, knights should accept the tempering of battle! If I hadn't gone to the northern provinces to participate in the war against Shahran, and countless knights in the land, Fighting against each other in the sky and at the bottom of the river, and brushing against death many times, maybe I will never be able to advance to the rank of Sky Knight in this life."

"Uncle Nürnbeck, you have always been my role model." Bayer laughed, then turned and walked towards Alten, and smiled casually, "As my good friend, I hope you can fight side by side with me. "

Alten's expression immediately became agitated, he knelt down on one knee, and said in a gesture of loyalty to the lord as a knight: "This is my honor, Your Royal Highness, I will always be your knight."

All the noble children who followed him were extremely excited. With the joining of His Royal Highness, with his identity and strength, the situation changed to his and others' favor again!

This is also the reason why Alten was so excited. Bayer's just-in-time appearance made him see the light in the sinking darkness!

"Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness is here, and he is still standing by Alten's side..." Lucien "subconsciously" lost his mind and said to himself.

Sophia next to her was as white as fat, without any emotional change, and said with a charming smile: "With the addition of my brother, things will become more interesting. Otherwise, we have two fifth-levels here, and bullying Alten and the others would be like There is no point in bullying children."

It's not long since Alten stepped into the rank of great knight, and he is currently only at the third rank.

Yeah? Kid... Lucien said with a smile in his heart, his real age may not be as old as Sophia, but his mental age is far beyond.

Looking past Sophia's upturned nose, Lucien looked at Claire and Ralph to observe their reactions.

I saw Claire's white and neat teeth unconsciously biting her red lips, her eyes flickering, Ralph clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed it against his mouth, his expression was slightly sad, obviously the appearance of the princess and prince made them Doubts arose again about its own hopes of victory.

The expressions and movements of the other heir candidates were similar. Suddenly, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stood up and said, "Uncle Duke, I want to quit."

"Huh?" Ulrich looked at him sternly.

The young boy said in frustration: "They are too powerful, I have no hope of winning, so I still don't accept the blow."

"Very sensible." It was the talkative Duda who was gloating.

Duke Ulrich didn't say much. It's not necessarily cowardly to give in, sometimes it's smart.

With the beginning, all the other candidates except "Borak", Alten, Claire and Ralph withdrew.

"Your Highness, your aura has completely overwhelmed them." Andris flattered him without blushing, "You are indeed the most talented knight of this generation."

The blood of the family of the gods is "Seraphim", and the abilities of each member of the Seraphim are often different. Some are biased towards melee combat, some are biased toward casting spells, and some are both. For example, what Rudolf II inspired was balance. The bloodline of the "King of Angels", Sophia is the "Angel of Wind" who purely casts spells, and Bayer is the "Angel of Justice" who prefers melee combat.

Baier smiled and shook his head: "Although I have great confidence in myself, the most talented knight of this generation is undoubtedly Princess Natasha of the Principality of Viorit. She can be born at the age of twenty-six. She became a Sky Knight when she was young, which is very rare even in historical records. With her will to straighten out the two top bloodlines, there will be no obstacles before becoming a Golden Knight, so I admire her very much, but I also feel inferior. I hope that I can advance to the rank of Sky Knight as soon as possible, so that I can go to Alto openly and see if the most beautiful Violet is the same as the legend, with unparalleled appearance and fighting talent."

He spoke frankly, without the slightest sense of inferiority and shame, but rather inspired himself.

"Maybe Princess Natasha will be the queen of the empire in the future." Andris laughed in agreement, with a pun.

Lucien stroked his chin and looked at them with a half-smile.

"Brother's dream will never come true. The church cannot allow the Principality of Violet to return to the embrace of the empire. You must know that Her Royal Highness is already the Countess of Violet." Sophia whispered with a smile.

Denis combed the hair on his forehead: "That's not necessarily true. Sometimes love can make people do the most stupid things. If the empire and the principality are firm, the church can't intervene."

"It depends on brother's charm." Sophia giggled.

Your brother's charm is almost hopeless, but you have a certain possibility, Lucien murmured to himself.

Seeing that the time had come, Duke Ulrich of Plantagenet announced:

"The trial of the underground palace begins. Among the four heir candidates, whoever arrives first at the secret room covered with oil paintings of the ancestors of the Plantagenet family will win. If no one arrives, whoever can persist until the end will also win."

"Remember, the underground palace is changing at any time. The map you bought with a lot of money is useless. At the same time, everyone will appear in a different position after entering. Don't try to ambush in place, it will delay your time."

There are only targets, no rules, and all means are allowed in the underground palace, but during the trial, you cannot bring followers. In addition to verifying the blood, checking the identity is also to prevent someone from using items to transform the sky knight, which will completely change the trial. into one side.

The strange stone gate behind Ulrich slowly turned black, like the open mouth of a terrifying monster. Alten was the first to stand in front of it.

Count Nürnbeck took out a gorse brooch and stabbed it directly into the back of his hand.

Lucien's eyes were fixed, and his eyelids drooped. He understood that this was to verify his blood. Can the transformation mask hide it?

A drop of faintly gleaming blood clotted on the tip of the gorse brooch, and was quickly absorbed by it without a trace of blood.

Count Nürnbeck nodded lightly: "Go in, Alten."

When Alten walked to the edge of the dark gate, he suddenly looked back at Lucien, with a slight provocation in his eyes.

He raised his right hand, clenched five fingers one by one, shook his fist, and then disappeared into the darkness without waiting for Lucien's reaction.

Next, it was Lucien's turn.

Stretching out his left hand calmly, trying to relax his heartbeat and muscles, watching Nurembeck insert the pin into his blood vessel, he felt a little itchy.

As soon as the pin left the back of his hand, Lucien's spirit immediately tensed up, and he was ready to violently attack Sophia after being exposed, to hold Sophia hostage or to escape in the chaos.

That drop of blood seemed to be a silver moon shrunk countless times, and a faint radiance spilled out. It shook a few times on the needle, shaking Lucien's heart almost to stop beating.

After shaking briefly, the blood was strangely absorbed by the pin without a trace.

"Borak, go in, where are your weapons and armor?" Earl Nürnbeck smiled curiously.

Lucien pointed to his storage bag and replied respectfully: "It's all in there."

Knowing that he was using extraordinary items as his trump card, Nurembeck didn't ask any more questions, and let him walk to the dark gate, while the expressions of Ralph and Claire at the back of the team changed slightly.

Others may not be able to see it, but they, who are also members of the Plantagenet family, are very clear that the abnormality of the blood indicates that Bollak has become an official knight, and it is the blood of "Silver Moon" who inspired it!

Without looking back, Lucien walked into the dark door in a leisurely manner.

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As if passing through a layer of cold and damp fog, Lucien found himself in a room similar to a servant's bedroom, which was spacious but only had rows of standard wooden beds and a few dilapidated wooden cabinets.

After putting on the Fireweaver's bracelet, boots of evasion, robe of transformation, and ogre gloves and turning the robe into a silver-gray armor, Lucien took out the long frost sword that shone with faint blue light, and left The room, stepping into the corridor, began to judge the location of the secret passage into the inner layer of the palace based on the information provided by Rhine and the surrounding layout, that is, the location of the secret room where the oil paintings of the ancestors of the Plantagenet family were hung.

"This underground palace was once presided over by an alchemy life, but it died out for unknown reasons. It can only change according to instinct, and the law of change is similar to the astrology map of the Thanos constellation." Lucien held the long sword tightly in both hands, and walked slowly , observing the direction of energy flow and the layout of some magic circles that are not hidden, trying to decipher the law of change.

Because it was not clear whether the Duke of Plantagenet and others outside the palace could observe what was going on inside, Lucien was quite covert when observing, and his mental force field did not expand.

Just after turning a corridor, Lucien suddenly saw an open room, several noble children were entering through another door, and their eyes suddenly met. There is the tall and beautiful Jocelyn, and the "cheesy" Andris.

"Haha, unexpectedly, I ran into you, a waste! Where's your highness the princess? Where's your helper?" Andris, who was dressed in black armor, laughed wantonly, "You seem to have been abandoned by the Lord, so you are full of bad luck!"

He held up the giant sword in both hands, shouted, and rushed towards Lucien.

Jocelyn and the others all showed expressions of surprise. Borak, who is alone, is quite easy to deal with. Such an opportunity is really rare! If he was allowed to join the princess and Denis, things would be very troublesome.

However, there was a little pity in Jocelyn's surprised expression. Anyway, Borak had admired him for so long, and he couldn't bear to think that he was about to be cut into a bloody and serious injury by Andris' great sword.

Seeing Borak standing there as if stunned, Andris suddenly jumped up, jumped down, and hit him hard.

go to hell!

As soon as the inner cry arose, a silvery-white hand suddenly appeared on top of the two-handed giant sword.

This hand is so cold and ruthless, with only five fingers clasped tightly, holding the giant sword so that it can no longer be chopped off, and Andris is like a frog hanging on the sword, trying to kick his legs, but it is difficult to land.

This unimaginable scene made Qiao Celin and the others stare blankly, not knowing how to react.

Looking in astonishment, he fell into Lucien's blue eyes as deep as a lake. For some reason, Andris suddenly felt uncontrollable fear, threw away the giant sword, and was about to run wildly to the ground.

Suddenly, with a flash of sword light, Andris felt a chill on his forehead, and couldn't help shivering a few times. Then he saw his armor split from it, and his inner clothes also split from it, falling to the ground with a clatter. becomes nude.

If I go a little further, I will... Andris thought of this, his heart skipped a beat, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

"I said, don't kneel in front of me and beg for mercy." Lucien shook his head lightly, beating a child is really immoral.

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