Leo, who was beaten and groggy and did not faint by relying on the blood of the "frost giant", opened his eyes with difficulty after hearing Lucian's words, and the surprise of disbelief, the uncontrollable ecstasy, and the unresolvable worry merged into a complicated gaze, is this young gentleman capable of dealing with Warren and his father The tavern owner didn't expect Lucien to make such a direct, almost commanding request, didn't he know who Warren was and who his father was Hahaha, Warren laughed twice in a very ridiculous way, barely restrained his anger, and said grimly: "This gentleman, why did I let you hire Leo first, you think that after he leaves with you, he will be stupid enough to return to the Eastern Exile, don't you think your tone just now is very hateful, you think you can bear my anger instead of him" The rhetorical questions fully exposed Warren's bad mood at this time, a business to curry favor with a certain duke of the Shahran Empire was ruined by Leo, and he was finally caught and ready to vent his anger, and an inexplicable guy appeared to try to stop it.
He had intended to maintain basic politeness and not offend the mysterious stranger, but his tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was commanding his subordinates, except for his father, the nine city lords, and the great nobles of the Shahran Empire, no one dared to speak to him in this tone As Warren's tone changed, the short and fierce Arolim stepped forward, holding a pair of jet-black daggers in each hand, making the appearance that he was about to pounce, and the knight's momentum was unreservedly aimed at Lucian.
Once Lucien is suppressed, or even trembling with fright, indicating that his strength is not strong, he can be taken down directly This was a preliminary temptation, and Warren couldn't have allowed a guy to pretend to be unfathomable and shock himself with just a few words.
Arolim's cold gray eyes stared at Lucian's eyes, pressing his will with all his might.
Suddenly, he saw the gray-white light in Lucian's brown pupils flicker, as if with an old smell of decay in his mind.
Immediately after, extreme tingling and pain appeared on Arolim's body without warning, and the tavern guests opposite him, watching behind Lucien, let out uncontrollable screams of horror as they saw the back of Arolim's hands and skin festering extensively, and yellowing pus seeping out.
Arolim knew that he had fallen under Lucian'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 one after another.
Warren, the other sturdy and tall man beside him, and the other black-scaled swordsmen also noticed Arolim's tragic situation, and in just a few seconds, Arolim was as weak as a changed person, and finally managed to resist the ulceration of his whole body, gasping for breath, but if he wanted to get better completely, I am afraid it would be a long time, and Lucien still put his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted long dress, watching this scene with a smile, not taking the opportunity to attack, nor trying to deepen its festering.
Three-Ring Necromancy Magic "Curse of Fusion" "Necromancer" Warren asked as he tried to remain calm, but his voice was still a little afraid, necromancers have never had a good reputation, and all kinds of cruel, mysterious, dark, and terrifying methods seem to be a portrayal of them and illusionists, especially in the depths of the Northlands where many ancient inheritance magicians haunt.
Lucien smiled but didn't say a word.
The other tall, muscular knight bowed his head and whispered a few words in Warren's ear.
Warren got up with a gloomy face and asked, "It turns out that you are a mid-level magician, I don't know if you are from the Magic Council or other places in the Northlands" The tavernkeeper, the black-scaled swordsman, and the other guests all looked at Lucien in disbelief, no wonder he was able to easily deal with Arolim, a full-fledged knight, who turned out to be a mid-level mage Don't look at the title of middle-level magician, you can meet it everywhere in the headquarters of the Magic Council, but it is called a great knight, called a bishop, except for the holy city of Reim, the sky city of Alinge, Rentat, Aalto, Tria, Fort Saint Ivan and a few other places, these are all characters who can preside over a city, except for the nine city lords who are heavenly knights, golden knights, and high-level magician-level powerhouses, the remaining twenty or thirty lords are only the rank of grand knights or middle-level magicians.
And a mid-level magician, even if he only has three rings and four rings, with flying skills, with all kinds of mysterious and weird magic, his strength is completely comparable to a big knight who is one level higher than himself.
Lucien's right hand wearing white gloves to cover Holm's crown ring stretched out and pushed the monocle, still in that flat tone: "It doesn't matter where I'm from, the important thing is that I want to take Leo, I don't know if you agree to Mr.
Warren" This arrogant and arrogant attitude reminded Warren of the rumored geniuses of the Magic Council, especially those of the Pale Hand, and in a flash of thought, he squeezed out a smile and spread his hands: "In the Eastern Exile Land, it is either gold or strength, since you have shown strength, sir, then allow me to take my men to leave in advance." ” Even with the blessing of his father, Warren, who can develop a great career in the Eastern Exile, naturally understands the rules here very well, once there is a strong person who he can't compete with for the time being, even if he moves out of his father, he may not be useful, and he can immediately become polite and humble, know how to retreat and blindly offend a strong man with a magical council background and be killed on the spot, except for his father, the Eastern Exile Lords Council will not waste their strength for stupidity Lucien's smile emerged: "Mr.
Warren, you are wise. ” To be honest, Lucien hates this kind of human trafficker, but if he attacks Warren without any excuse, it will be a direct slap in the face of the Council of Lords of the Eastern Exile, and he is under the control of the Eastern Exile, and he will embark on a more dangerous journey, so he can only use an arrogant and sarcastic tone to try to provoke Warren and make him do it first.
Warren swallowed his saliva, bowed away with his right hand on his left chest without smiling, and didn't say anything, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help the tyranny in his heart, and ordered to attack Lucian.
Among the rest of the guards, several Swordsmen in Scaly Armor held Arolim in their arms, and their armor made a pleasant crash towards the gate.
"Master Warren, I will draw up a list of the losses of the Tahran Tavern for you, I hope you will compensate in full, otherwise go to the Council of Lords to adjudicate" The tavernkeeper said loudly, causing Warren, who was just about to cross the threshold, to stumble and almost fall.
In the room at the back of the tavern, Leo, who had been entangled in black flames by Lucian, slowly recovered with the powerful life recovery power of the quasi-knight, after all, he had not suffered any serious injuries.
In the process of recovering, Leo saw a difficult and rugged sound coming from Lucien on the other side, and a little fire-like light in his hand was fleeting.
After a fluctuation of magic, Lucian's mouth opened silently, and everything returned to its original state.
"Sir, what are you doing where you need my help?"
asked Leo with some curiosity, grateful for the saving grace.
Lucien smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, be careful." ” Seeing that Lucien didn't say anything, Leo, who was experienced in adventure, didn't ask again, but 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 Mountains."
Lucien replied succinctly.
Thinking of his sad past at the mention of the Shahran Empire, Leo frowned his golden brow: "Mr.
X, it is not difficult for me to integrate into the Shahran Empire, the question is where you are going so that I can arrange the route and prepare a suitable false identity."
Well, if you don't feel at ease, let's sign a magic contract first. ” Without asking about the details of the hire, Leo decided to accept it, because if it wasn't for Lucien's stopping, he would have died in the mouth of a wild dog, not to mention anything like revenge.
Lucien was not pretentious, and took out the magic contract that had been prepared a long time ago.
When the two sides had signed and the brown parchment was wrapped in pale blue flames and burned, Leo knew Lucian's full name, but he still obeyed the command: "Mr.
X, the Shahran Empire is a very corrupt country of nobles, and it is very difficult for other scholars, citizens, poor people, and serfs to cross the empire without hindrance, except for them and the clergy.
Judging from the several routes to Aalto, the nobles who disguised the northwestern provinces of the Shahran Empire were the least dangerous, and they rarely came to these areas. ” When the magic level is promoted to the sixth ring and becomes a high-level, when you sign a low-level magic contract, you can change your name with your strong soul, spiritual power and advanced skills, but Lucien is still far away from the high-level.
"I don't know if Leo has any good suggestions" Lucien nodded with satisfaction, and the professional was really different.
Leo pointed to the rough map almost to the northwest: "This is the Vladimir family, who rule the northwest province of the empire.
This family is one of the ten most powerful families in the empire, with a powerful knight order of its own, a duke, a marquis, three counts, and many viscounts, barons, and lords, so there are many children, and there are even more side members with inheritance rights that people can't remember it at all.
If Duke Vladimir does not turn over the family tree, I am afraid it will be difficult to distinguish the authenticity. ” "Leo, how can you hide from other nobles if you let me pretend to be a member of this family," Lucien asked.
Leo replied very seriously, with a bitter and bitter standard appearance: "In the Shahran Empire, the winner-takes-all rule is popular, and if you decide to fight for the title and fail, it often doesn't end well.
In the eastern exile, there is a knight who has fled after a failed struggle with the current Duke of Vladimir for inheritance, and he has the real Vladimir family's identity document making method and seal, he is called Valentin. ” To be continued: