The top floor of a certain magic tower in Alinje.
Rogerio took the information collected by the other members of the "Pale Hand" and sighed softly: "Holm Crown Award, he should be the youngest winner. Whether he can become a high-level arcanist in the future or not, he is destined to be remembered by history."
As he spoke, he rubbed his tightly buttoned neckline, as if hoping to have another beautiful talisman, but unfortunately after all, his combat and magical talents were higher than his arcane talents, and after so many years of hard work, he could not get the "Immortal Throne" award, so he could only watch Felipe and Lucian, the latecomers get the highest honor symbols in their respective fields.
"Standing on the shoulders of giants, hey, standing on the shoulders of giants, the 'professor' probably didn't expect his students to win the Holm Crown Prize so quickly. He is probably still concentrating on experiments, trying to artificially synthesize decisive living matter, so as to win both the Holm Crown Award and the Immortal Throne Award. Haha, will you recognize this achievement and award him the Immortal Throne Award?" The undead Adore sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cup of "Sky Blue" in his hand.
If you don't look at his lifeless terrifying face and the red flames jumping at two points, you will definitely treat him as a living person.
They had investigated the Holm Crown Prize winner Richardson, who was still alive below the senior level, and were able to confirm that he was not a professor.
Rogerio sneered: "It depends on whether he, the 'giant', can live to that time. No major awards will be awarded to the dead. And Felipe has made significant progress."
Then he summoned a pale hand and ordered: "Raise Lucian Evans' X attention level to the same level as Larry, Timothy, and Ulysses, and keep an eye on his movements and improvements."
Lucian no longer received the attention of the Pale Hand only because of his "Professor", and he himself began to be valued by them, but before his research could destroy the Pale Hand, the Pale Hand only increased his attention and did not go to great lengths to destroy him. Without enough interests, killing a genius who can only be said to have potential for growth is very unbalanced, the worst of all options, and the highest review panel will never allow such bottomless infighting.
"At the same time, tell that person to continue to help find traces of the 'professor', and the 'Lich Transformation Ceremony' we promised will never be reversed." Rogerio once again told the core personnel of the pale hand.
The undead on the sofa Adole held a wine glass swaying in a sky blue liquid, looked at Rogerio and the Pale Hand personnel calmly, and sneered inwardly: "Stupid human ......"
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On a dark winter night, the alchemical arc street lamps on both sides of the road became dim and dim.
A carriage ran through a thin layer of snow and slowly drove to the tallest building in the noble quarter, the "Royal Magic Tower of Holm".
The coachman jumped out of the carriage, carried the dim lantern, and opened the carriage door respectfully: "Mr. Evans, Mr. Lazar, we have arrived at the Royal Magic Academy in Holm."
As a coachman who has been employed by the Royal Academy of Magic in Holm for a long time, he knows magicians better than ordinary people and is more in awe.
After tidying up his double-breasted black dress, Lucian stood at the door of the carriage, taking a deep breath of the cold and biting air, sweeping away the dullness brought by a few days of meetings.
As soon as he and Lazar walked into the Magic Tower, a middle-aged man walked towards him. His pale yellow hair was neatly combed back, shiny, and he tried to maintain a perfect posture with every move: "Hello, Mr. Evans. I am Rodham, the steward of the Royal Academy of Magic in Holm, and I will take you to select potions, materials or magic items worth two thousand arcane points according to the instructions of His Excellency Maurice. By the way, are you staying here tonight?"
Because the Royal Magic Academy of Holm has a deep connection with Hoffenberg, Ruiz and other families, the title here has a strong aristocratic flavor and a stricter distinction between upper and lower ranks.
"Hello, Mr. Rodham, take me to see the magic items first, I am still missing a magic robe." Lucian nodded slightly, "If there is a spare room, please arrange for me and my companions to stay here."
Rodham relied on various magic potions to have the level of a normal knight, and pressed his left hand to his chest and bowed deeply: "It is my honor to serve you. And Mr. Evans, after you win the Holm Crown Award, you will automatically become an honorary member of the Holm Royal Magic Academy, and so on, and you will be given supporting documents, and you can no doubt enjoy everything here."
Since it was already eight o'clock in the evening, the ground floor of the Magic Tower was very quiet, and only the crisp sound of Lucian and Lazar stepping on the stone slab echoed.
At this time, a group of people walked down from the second floor of the Magic Tower, led by a half-old man wearing a black cloak and a crimson double-breasted long dress, which made Lucian inexplicably familiar.
Because he has an impressive pair of silver-gray eyes, because he is five or sixty percent similar to Natasha, in a trance it seems that he has become male and old, but his face is extremely bad, pale and thin, and he does not have the delicate luster of Natasha's skin at all.
Its black cloak and long dress are embroidered with a fuchsia coat of arms, the outer layer of which is cloud lines, and in the center is a crown with sacred meaning, flanked by a scepter and a long sword.
"Pseudo-Heraldic Scholar" Lucian recognized it at a glance as the coat of arms of the Holm royal family, that is, the Hoffenberg family coat of arms, and Natasha had similar patterns on some of her clothes.
Parallel to the Holm royal family was a middle-aged brown-haired man, whose elegant and good-looking long dress was bulging up by his ball-like figure, with a black leather bag between his arms, and a flattering smile on his chubby face.
"Your Highness." Rodham saluted solemnly.
This is the only prince of the Holm Kingdom, Patrick Hoffenberg, Duke of Attenborough, Meredith's brother, Natasha's uncle.
Lazar and Lucian, who had probably guessed it, bowed slightly, but not as respectfully as Rodham, but greeted politely. There is no such strict etiquette between magicians and nobles, unless the magician is "adopted" by the nobles and provides him with money, materials, etc. for him to conduct magic experiments.
Patrick nodded lightly in return, and wanted to walk directly to the door, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the lustrous and beautiful lilac gemstone ring on Lucian's right hand, so he said in a hoarse voice as if he had a cold: "Holm Crown Ring? Are you Mr. Lucien Evans?"
The Holm royal family can be the strongest and most authoritative among several countries that support magicians, and it is related to the fact that many of their family members have become outstanding magicians, especially the Great Arcanist. Therefore, the entire royal family attaches great importance to the power of magicians, and for genius magicians who can win the Holm Crown Award, the highest honor in the field of elemental magic, they naturally subconsciously have to be polite.
Lucian smiled and saluted: "It is an honor to be remembered by Your Highness the Prince."
Patrick's silver-gray eyes revealed a smile: "The last few years seem to be the world of Lucian Evans, a talented musician who is starting a new era of music...... One is a genius magician, the youngest winner of the Holm Crown Award." When he talked about genius musicians, he suddenly paused, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Evans, do you want to join the druid's research?"
"Yes." Lucian didn't understand why Patrick suddenly asked about this.
Patrick smiled and nodded: "The land used for the experiment has been determined to be the town of 'Sariwa' directly under the royal family, where part of the soil is very poor. When the time comes, I will send someone to instruct the officials in the town to entertain you well, cough......"
He suddenly coughed violently, as if he was about to lose his breath, and it was not until his entourage took out a consistent pale green magic potion and poured it into his mouth, and he gradually calmed down.
"Then I would like to thank Your Highness the Prince in advance for your kindness." Lucian suddenly became enthusiastic about Patrick, and he was a little uncomfortable.
Patrick raised his hand: "The glory of the royal family is inseparable from the joint support of nobles and magicians."
After saying a few more words, Patrick was obviously not in good health, so he left surrounded by several restrained and terrifying knights. Before leaving, he said in a low voice: "In the letter from little Natasha, there is the latest moonlight sonata of that genius musician......"
Lucian was stunned, was this recognized? Lucian never underestimated the church, the Magic Council, and their ability to gather intelligence, but hoped that Natasha could fulfill her promise to take care of Joel, John and others.
"Well, without the surveillance of the pale hand, it's time to write a letter to her."
After seeing Patrick off the Magic Tower, the fat man suddenly walked back and said with a smile on his face: "So you are Mr. Evans, who won the Holm Crown Award today. I am Arthur Doyle, Baronet, president of Holm Mining Union Bank."
Finally, he emphasized his title, but he seemed to be a court nobleman without a territory, and he was able to become the president of the Holm Mining Union Bank as a baron, and I am afraid that there were many big nobles standing behind him, even the royal family.
After chatting for a while, the fat man Arthur sighed: "It's still Mr. Evans, a young magician like you who is open-minded, our Mining Union Bank has always wanted to invest in magic steam train routes, especially those to the port, but they were rejected by the Affairs Committee. Only when you grow as soon as possible and become a member of the Affairs Committee as soon as possible can we hope to cooperate with the Magic Council on a deeper level. Well, Mr. Evans, I hope to see you often."
After saying that, he gave Lucian a business card-like thing with gold edges.
Watching Lucian take the business card and send away the fat Arthur lukewarmly, Lazar sighed deeply: "After winning the Holm Crown Award, Evans, you seem to have become a big man all of a sudden."
"It's just that people are starting to be optimistic about it, and people feel that it has good investment value." Lucian smiled and shook his head, and went with Lazar to the upper floors of the Magic Tower under the leadership of Rodham.
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A magical steam train was speeding across the vast plains, and the druids in the train were staring blankly at the scenery that was fast behind them, among them were various elves with delicate appearances, long ears and different skin tones and hair colors, as well as humans and dwarves.
"This alchemy item is really unimaginable!" After a long time, most of the druids came back to their senses and made shocked sounds.
A beautiful elf man who looked like a woman looked outside with a bad face, lowered his voice and said to his elf companion beside him: "Hateful humans, hateful magicians, are destroying nature again! Such tracks, such trains, seriously damage the harmony of nature! I feel as if I hear the earth crying, hearing the dead plants cursing, and they will surely suffer the coming of bad luck and the retribution of nature!"
"I don't know why the Great Elder sympathizes with humans who destroy nature and cut down forests, and also studies divine arts with them, it is useless for the other elders to oppose it with all their might." The beautiful elf girl was both puzzled and indignant.
(End of this chapter)