Chapter 261 New Identity
The warm breeze and warm afternoon sun bring people lazy sleepiness.
On Segu Street, Lucian, who had changed his clothes, was leading Leo to Valenzine's hidden house.
Leo, who regained his strength, showed his good camouflage skills, not only allowing Lucian to turn the Holm-style black double-breasted long dress into a typical Shahran-style brown-red tight-fitting jacket, white tight breeches and black boots, but also smeared his hair with oil and combed it back, and the foundation shadow set off the bridge of the nose raised in disguise.
After all, it was no secret that Duke Vladimir sent assassins to assassinate Valentine, and if someone found out that the two of them were in contact with Valentine, it was easy to think of falsifying fake identities.
Although the city of Thurgu is not small, half the size of Alto, the building has no plan and is built at will, so the streets are narrow, crowded, and chaotic, but in this environment, Leo is like a fish in water, very adapted to taking Lucian with the help of pedestrians and houses to continuously change direction and streets, getting rid of any possible tracking.
Half an hour later, Lucian and Leo, who came out of a quiet and cold alley, returned to the most prosperous cross street intersection in Segu City and walked into a grocery store.
Ignoring the suspicion of the grocery store owner, Leo walked directly to the staircase, and suddenly stood up in the shadows two big men with fleshy faces like butchers to block them.
"Griffin over the Negnin River." Leo whispered an inexplicable word in the language of the Shahran Empire.
Hearing this, the two big men relaxed their guard, and after looking at them carefully, they signaled that Leo and Lucian could go up.
Stepping on the narrow and shaky stairs to the second floor, Lucian immediately sensed that there were dangerous magic circles arranged around him, and they seemed to be deliberately exposed to deter those who found them.
"As expected of a nobleman who can compete with the contemporary Duke Vladimir for inheritance, even if he escapes to the eastern exile, he can arrange such a big deal." Lucian judged that the strength of the magic circle here was equivalent to that of Beltran Castle, at least worth tens of thousands of Golden Tales.
This Mr. Valentine seemed to have enough wealth with him when he fled, and had a certain strength to protect them, so he was able to invite a mid-level magician to arrange this place.
The leather shoes stepped on the floor that seemed to be in disrepair, making a creaking sound, and only Lucian and Leo walked side by side in the cold and quiet aisle.
The two quickly walked to a house in the middle of the second floor, and Leo knocked respectfully on the door: "Mr. Valenjing, I am Leo, and I have brought you a business."
"Come in." Valenjing, who had already confirmed Leo's identity through the magic circle, replied in a flat tone, his voice was old and tired, with a strong bitter feeling.
Leo pushed open the door like a housekeeper and stretched out his hand: "Mr. X, please come in."
Lucian smiled and stepped forward, seeing that the window on the opposite side was tightly covered by thick black curtains, with only a little light shining in.
This left the whole house in a kind of gloomy darkness.
In the shadow in front of the curtain, there was a desk and a back chair, where a man in a black night dress sat with his back to Lucian and Leo.
As Leo walked in and gently closed the door, the man in the shadows turned the back chair and looked at the two of them head-on.
His golden hair began to dull and thin, and his appearance was well-defined, hard and rough, and obviously aging. Although he couldn't see his exact age, Lucian judged that he was at least over sixty, because according to Leo's description, when he fled to the Eastern Exile, Valenjing was a level 4 knight.
Valenjing looked at Lucian and Leo with his slightly cloudy blue eyes less seriously, and then said, "Pour a cup of tea for the two guests. What kind of business are you going to do?"
A neatly dressed and meticulous old man suddenly walked out of the shadows without warning, he bowed politely slightly, and then went to the pantry next to him to prepare black tea for Lucian and Leo.
Leo, as Lucian's guide and temporary butler, replied on his behalf: "Mr. Valentine, my employer wants to enter the Shahran Empire and therefore needs a false identity."
"You want to disguise someone from the Vladimir family?" Valentin is not a fool, if he forges his identity and finds it on his head, it can only be related to the Vladimir family, otherwise there are professional counterfeiters in the eastern exile, etc.
When he said this, Valenkin's eyes became sharp, staring at Lucian as if he could see through people's hearts, so Lucian had to speak himself: "Yes, Mr. Valentine, I need the identity of a collateral member of the Vladimir family, which will help me pass the levels, fortresses, and avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble. Excuse me, how much money do I have to pay to get you to agree?"
After a few seconds of silence, Valenjin suddenly burst into laughter: "If you have the strength to help me kill Ilyich, then I won't accept a single copper coin from you. But if you have this level of strength, there is no need to come to me to create a fake identity."
Ilyich is the name of this generation of Grand Duke Vladimir.
After a pause, Valentin took out a cigar from the drawer and lit it with a bright match.
He watched the gray-white smoke slowly come out, and said slowly: "The more you do this kind of fake identity, the easier it is to be discovered, so in the past twenty years, I have only made six copies, the price is very expensive, it requires five hundred gold tales or the equivalent of Shahran gold coins, if you can't come up with so much money, you can consider doing something for me."
Although the large expenses for the mission can be compensated after returning to the Magic Council, Lucian only has gold and gems equivalent to 100 Kintal, and the rest has long been replaced with magic potions, materials, and utensils in the magician's hut and alchemy hut.
After weighing it for a while, Lucian smiled gently: "I choose to pay money, but I don't have so much on me, I don't know if you accept magic items, Mr. Valenjin?"
Even if Valentine's affairs are simple, there may be hidden dangers behind his fight with Grand Duke Vladimir, so if there is really no way, Lucian will never choose to do things for him.
"It's a pity." Valenjing said calmly, "Mr. X, you can pay with magic items. I evaluate the price here fairly, and it is one of the best in the entire Eastern Exile."
A magic item can effectively improve the strength of knights and magicians, and for Valenjing, who needs to enhance the strength of his subordinates to protect himself, this is much better than paying money directly, after all, except for the headquarters of the Magic Council, in most places, magic items are priceless.
Lucian took out the debilitating dagger from Aaron Longsan: "This is a second-level magic weapon......"
With Valenjing's gentle cough, an old man with a hooked nose wearing an ancient magic empire-style robe came out of the shadows, he first glanced at Lucian with an indifferent gaze, and then grabbed it with his right hand, letting the dagger fly into his hand.
"Ancient Legacy Magician......" Lucian thoughtfully judged from the changes in the spiritual force field generated by his magic.
After the silver-haired old man identified, he said: "The second-level intermediate enchanted dagger can corrode other people's weapons, and the wounds of those scratched by it are difficult to heal, and the mental strength, physical strength, and vitality force pass away together and weaken rapidly. Since there are no excessive usage requirements, the estimate is 380 Kintales, but due to the premium caused by the scarcity of magic items, it will take about 420 Kinthalers to buy."
"If I calculate according to 380 Kinthaler, Mr. X, you will definitely find another buyer and exchange it for gold coins before coming to me, so estimate it according to 420 Kintale." Valenjing said bluntly. If this hiding place was discovered by Duke Vladimir's people because of activating the magic circle, the loss would be ten times, twenty times more than four hundred and twenty Golden Tales!
Hearing that there was such a premium, if it weren't for the magic council's strict control of magic items being sold out, Lucian, who was obsessed with money, would have wanted to earn the difference back and forth, so he nodded, agreed with Valenjing's conclusion, and then took out some materials that were temporarily unusable and gold equivalent to thirty gold thalers, and finally met Valenjing's request.
Valentin played with the dagger, took out the special Vladimir family paper, and began to write with the scent of ice and snow on his body.
As he wrote, he said to Lucian: "Peter Joseph Vladimir, his father is Lord Joseph, the son of Grandpa Ilyich's youngest cousin. He has been dead for many years, and you disguise yourself as his youngest son Peter, who failed to inherit the title and was secretly killed and disappeared while smuggling into the eastern exile."
"You remember that Joseph is a miserly, an alcoholic, and a rough man, while Ilyich is sinister and vicious, lecherous and perverted and disguised as loving and peaceful......"
Valentine talked little by little about the members of the Vladimir family, so that Lucian's role would not be easily exposed. It can be seen that he still has supporters within the Vladimir family, and he knows the character of several knights who have grown up in recent years.
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After Warren left the Taran Tavern and turned a long street, the strong, tall, muscular man beside him suddenly made a difficult and strange sound, and waves of magic waves came out of him, making the surrounding water ripple like sinking to the bottom of a lake for dozens of meters.
He turned out to be not a knight, but a formal magician!
Waren looked at the man with some surprise: "Mr. Real, you?"
"Master Warren, most magicians are extremely sinister, and I am worried that he will manipulate us or leave a mark to spy on us." Real opened his eyes and smiled, "But now it seems that he belongs to that small part."
Warren nodded with a dark expression, and then ordered the scaled swordsman next to him: "Use resources to secretly stare at them and see what they are going to do in Eastern Exile......"
Then, he, along with Arolim, Real, and others, returned to his garden villa in Segu City.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, in Warren's study, his expression was distorted and ferocious, and he asked urgently with joy: "Did Leo take that magician to find Valenjing?"
"Yes, Master Warren." A middle-aged man who seemed to be an ordinary waiter smiled flatteringly.
After Valentine came to the Eastern Exile, although he was hiding secretly, how could he hide it from a member of the Lords' Council like Warren's father, but he still had great use value, and maybe he could get great benefits through his future battle for the title of the Vladimir family, so the big people in the Eastern Exile unanimously remained silent, pretending not to find him, and not providing any clues to Duke Vladimir.
In this environment, Warren bribed a waiter of Valentine for his father and secretly monitored him.
When Valenjing's attendant left, Warren's mood calmed down, and he looked out the window viciously and smiled: "Hire Leo and ask Valenjing for help...... Is this to use the power of Valenjin to enter the Shahran Empire? Is it to forge the identity of the Vladimir family, or to let Valentine introduce the nobles with whom he secretly has an excellent relationship? Hmph, when I am sure that you really want to enter the Shahran Empire, I will write to tell those great nobles......"
He is not a person who does not take revenge!
(End of this chapter)