Chapter 151 The feast prelude
On the streets of Cosher City, Lucian walked slowly towards the city gate with Simon, Joanna, and Betty, and a divine eagle flew high in the sky, with a package tied to its back and a large basket of fresh meat hanging from its chest.
"Mr. Evans, are you really leaving Koser City today?" Betty looked at Lucian with regret on her face, if Lucian still had a little doubt when he admitted his identity, then as the musicians in Corser City tried to play the last two movements after registering "Moonlight", she completely believed that the handsome, elegant, powerful and gentle Mr. Evans in front of her was her favorite musician, the prince of music she often dreamed of.
Because of all the complex piano techniques, or the light and short or stormy beautiful melodies, as well as the fiery and boiling feelings, and the high and firm will, all of them show Mr. Evans' unique style, and it is undoubtedly another excellent piano sonata that can move anyone.
Due to Hunter's accidental death, the invitation was postponed for three days, and the location remained unchanged, so he smiled slightly: "I still have important things to do, I can't stay in Corsher City, and I can't hold a concert. Betty, you train well as a knight, if you can become a real knight, maybe we can meet at Aalto. If that's the case, I'll play a song for you in private."
"Really?" Betty was surprised, this was a small agreement between the musician she admired and herself, so she was full of motivation and nodded fiercely, "I will definitely train hard!"
While Betty was clenching her fists in reverie, Joanna and Simon whispered together: "Thank you, Mr. Evans, for inspiring Betty."
"Just a small gift." Lucian turned around and said, "This journey with you is a memorable event, okay, I'm leaving Kosher City."
Seeing Lucian's back disappear into the afternoon sun, Simon and the others didn't wonder why he dared to go alone, nor did he wonder why he still insisted on setting off even though it was close to evening. According to him, the reason why he hired the adventurer team was because he was lazy and liked to be quiet and needed help with chores, and now he was busy with his journey due to what happened to Baron Habelo's castle, so he naturally relied on his strong strength to cross the mountains.
"Looking back now, these eleven days are really like a dream." Betty muttered to herself, her fists clenched, full of motivation.
Simon and Joanna nodded in agreement, then pinched the Kintale on their bodies, and began to think about which nobleman to look for to guide regular knight training.
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In the hall of the Koser City Musicians Association.
Casper stood in front of the counter, looking at the place where Lucian had written a letter: "Chrissy, why don't we replace this place with steel and put up a statue of Mr. Evans, well, it looks like when the score was written. It was here that the genius musician Lucian Evans composed the famous piano sonata "Moonlight". There should be many noble lords as guests, right?"
After Lucian declined the invitation to a concert and a stay, he had other inspirations.
"Yes......" Chrissy still had a dreamy smile, looking straight ahead, not hearing what Casper was saying at all.
Casper didn't mind either, touching his chin, frowning and thinking, discussing with Chrissy's bull head in a non-contradictory manner.
At this time, a member of the Musicians' Association returned from outside: "Director Casper, I have arranged for Mr. Wise to stay in the villa. What else do you have to say?"
"It's nothing, don't disturb me. Chrissy, what do you think of adding an oil portrait of Mr. Evans to the hall?" Casper waved his hand completely indifferently.
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On the night of the third Monday in July, a silver moon hung high in the sky, shining with a bright and cool light.
Lucian, bathed in moonlight, quickly traversed the mountains and forests, and could already see the beautiful mirror-like lake outside Karun Erdia Castle.
Fortunately, the Principality of Djibouti is mountainous, and it is common to take the wrong path and get lost in the mountains, so Lucian can now rush to the castle of Karunerdia without any scruples and without worrying about being exposed as a musician.
Of course, the professor and musician Lucien Evans appeared in the Principality of Djibouti at about the same time, which will always make people who know it subtly associate, but dealing with it directly as a person still requires an unusually bold imagination, because there are many reasons that can be explained.
The castle was still the same as Lucian had seen last time, with many minion-like spires, and the pitch-black exterior was always so palpitating.
And on the grass outside the gate, there were already many mysterious people wearing black hooded robes waiting there, Lucian glanced over, thinking that there were at least three or four hundred people.
Among these mysterious people, there were several very special people, wearing magic robes of various colors, without covering their faces with hoods, and showing their appearances openly. They had men and women, and their common characteristics were gloomy and dull appearances, and they formed a loose circle with the other nineteen black-robed men, chatting to themselves. The others around them stayed far away, leaving a clear distance, as if they were very afraid of them.
"They should be official magicians, and they used the magic of 'disguise' to change their appearance." Lucian, who is also an official magician, quickly judged the reason, "However, if you encounter a strong person whose mental strength or will is two levels higher than your own, the 'concealment technique' will be directly seen through, and the other ten or so black-robed people who should also be official magicians will not use it. It seems that several of them are likely to be mid-level magicians, and they are not worried that people below the high-level powerhouse will see through their disguises." Lucian himself also did not dare to use the cover-up technique.
After clarifying that the twenty-three were official magicians, Lucian was slightly surprised and thought: "There are so many magicians in the entire Wilfrid Territory? Maybe there are still people who haven't come?"
The original Wilfrid territory included two principalities and a county in the central and southern parts of the mainland, with an area much larger than the Duchy of Waorit, and the total number of knights was estimated to be three or four hundred, but there were only about twenty magicians.
Without hiding his figure, Lucian came out of the dark shadows and walked towards the gate of Karun Erdia Castle, attracting many black-robed people to look back.
Perhaps there were no obvious signs on their bodies that made it impossible to judge whether they were familiar or not, and they slowly turned around and talked to their companions, ignoring this strange guy.
The twenty or so magicians glanced at Lucian and discussed it in a low voice.
Lucian slowly walked to the side of the four magic apprentices, calmly looking around while listening to their conversations.
In a dialogue filled with words such as "corpse", "eyeballs", "resentment", and "undead", a magic apprentice who was obviously so fat that he was holding his black robe tightly noticed the quiet banquet attendee next to him and greeted him with the idea that he might exchange materials: "Hello, we are a magic apprentice from the southern mountains of the Principality of Djibouti. What country are you from? What should I call you?"
"I am from the Count of Kazan, you can call me by the code name 'Professor'." Lucian replied with the intention of getting more information.
The Count of Kazan is the country opposite Longya Town.
"Hehe, it turns out to be a guest from Kazan. You can call me 'fat man'." The fat magic apprentice and his companions have clearly not heard of the nickname "professor", "they are 'grouper', 'bread' and 'red wine'."
Lucian glanced at the "fat man" and suspected that his obesity was disguised: "This is the first time I have attended such a banquet, I didn't expect so many magicians and magic apprentices to gather, I don't know how many haven't come?"
The short and strong "Bread" said quietly: "I just heard from the magician who brought us here that this is probably the vast majority of magicians and magic apprentices in the three nearby countries. Only studying alone or studying in a small circle, and the small parts that have not been exposed to the big environment and are not familiar with the small part have not come."
"Master Magician......" Lucian was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be so few magic apprentices left in the original Wilfrid Territory, and in the territory of Viscount Stanley of Cosher City alone, there might be close to a thousand people with the strength of knights' attendants.
"That's where the magicians are." "Fat Man" quietly pointed at the more than twenty magicians and said in a very awe-inspiring and yearning tone.
The word apprentice means low status even in today's Aalto, exchanging the freedom of losing many years of life for learning opportunities. The word magical apprentice, which was inherited from the dark ages hundreds of years ago, further shows that they have an abyss-like gap with formal magicians, both in terms of strength and status. Even in the eyes of some crazy ancient magicians, apprentices are often synonymous with materials and experimental objects.
And here alone, the ratio of apprentices to magicians is close to twenty to one.
"That is the big ...... who brought us here."
The fat man's voice suddenly trembled, because he saw the twenty or so magicians quickly separating without warning, surrounding himself and the others, and his whole body was trembling with fright.
The old man in the lead, with gray hair and a thin face like a mummy, held a long magic wand that seemed to be made of white bones and pointed at Lucian: "This friend, who are you? You'd better be honest, because none of us have seen you."
Lucian didn't expect to be surrounded by local magicians as soon as he arrived, which was completely unexpected: "How do you tell them apart?"
Soon, Lucian understood that this should be due to the organization of the death feast.
After receiving the request from the visitors to the Continental Magic Council, Viscount Karun Ardia probably summoned the magicians he felt he could trust to draw up a list to ensure that no church people mixed in. The list drawn up by the magicians must be people in their familiar circle, so there is no doubt that they have great suspicions if they do not know themselves.
(End of this chapter)