After hearing the short old man's words, Lucian secretly scolded: "I can't even give up a word of praise......"
However, on the surface, Lucian still said humbly and politely: "Yes, Your Excellency, I still have a lot to improve and learn." This perverted old man was able to sit next to His Excellency Hathaway, at least a legendary magician, and it was always right to follow his words.
Gaston, who led Lucian in, smiled at this time and said, "Evans, this is Your Excellency the Great Arcanist Hathaway." He first pointed to the beautiful lady and introduced that it was indeed the "elemental ruler" that Lucian guessed, a direct descendant of the Holm royal family, and Natasha did not know the "ancestor" of several generations ago.
"The mystery is above, Your Excellency, your brilliance shines on the entire elemental world." Lucian held his chest with his left hand and his forehead with his right hand, greeting Hathaway with the highest etiquette of the official Magic Council, feeling a little uneasy for some reason, feeling like seeing an elder, and for every legendary magician, according to the long-standing tradition, there is a unique tribute.
Hathaway nodded lightly with a cold expression: "The path of mystery and truth cannot tolerate any slackness."
She was less than words, her words were concise, as if she was telling a truth plainly, and as if she was reminding Lucian.
When Hathaway finished speaking, Gaston turned his gaze to the short old man in a bright red robe, and the smile on his face revealed a little fear that he didn't even notice, as if he was afraid that saying something wrong would lead to merciless criticism and accusation.
"Evans, this is His Excellency Fernando Barista, the Grand Arcanist." After several considerations, Gaston still introduced it in the simplest and simplest words, without adding any embellishments and other words.
Storm dominates? The perverted old man is the master of the storm? Lucian was quite surprised, according to the rumors he had heard, the storm lord should be a grumpy arcanist who was old-fashioned and serious, unkind, not afraid of authority, and had zero tolerance for mistakes, just like his legendary title. This short and thin man could vaguely see that the handsome old man when he was young was really not like him, and his humorous ridicule also left a deep impression on Lucian.
But thinking that Gaston couldn't deceive himself with such a thing, unless he wanted to be overwhelmed by the roar of the real storm lord, Lucian solemnly saluted again: "The mystery is above, Your Excellency, you are a storm, a lightning, and the lord of the sky."
When he saluted, Lucian also became careful, careful in his words, a little afraid of being roared at which action or word he made a mistake, Mr. Ravendi's roar and the storm master must not be on the same level.
"Don't be so careful, except for arcane and magical mistakes, I rarely argue over other things, such as when Oliver discusses oil painting and drama, I never interject." Fernando smiled and defended himself, making Lucian relax.
But the other people's expressions didn't think so, Florence lip-synced to Lucian, "That's because he doesn't understand at all."
Without waiting for Gaston to introduce others, Fernando said bluntly: "Lucian, Tang Pu recommended your first paper to me after seeing it, and I got some inspiration from it, thinking that you have basic arcane thinking and certain potential, so I went to the library specifically to see who you are, yes, a very interesting young man, more to my taste. And after that, there were no mistakes in your two papers, which is very rare for a young man of your age, you must know that the papers of some guys in the Supreme Review Panel also have childish and ridiculous mistakes!"
Although he may be praising himself, Lucian always felt that his words were very strange, making people unable to hear them as praise, and completely ignoring the fact that there was a high-ranking member of the Supreme Council next to him.
"The two missions to Beltran Castle and the Dark Mountains have shown your potential in fighting and handling things, which is what many arcanists in the council currently lack, and what the council is trying to improve, I hope you can continue to maintain it."
"Lucian, I think that with what you have shown, it should not be limited to elements and astrology, but step into a broader realm, I want you to learn arcane and magic with me and become my student, do you have any objections?" Fernando, the lord of the storm, had a slightly lewd smile restrained, and his expression became serious.
According to the information Lucian knows, although the Storm Lord is a great arcanist of the heat system, he is also good at elements, electromagnetism, force fields, illusions, and light and darkness, and is one of the rare legendary magicians who is energetic enough to study so many factions at the same time.
After only thinking for a second, Lucian nodded firmly: "It's an honor to be your student."
"Very good, you are my student now." Fernando replied seriously.
"Huh?" Whether it was Lucian, Gaston, Maurice, or Florence, they all blurted out surprising questions, only the cold and quiet "elemental ruler" Hathaway and the middle-aged man Tang Pu next to Fernando did not have any unexpected expressions.
Fernando hesitated: "Now we are the relationship between teacher and student, do you have any questions?"
According to the tradition of the ancient magic empire continuing to the Magic Council, recruiting formal students is a grand and serious matter, and it requires complicated rituals to show the changes in the identities of both parties.
They always knew that Fernando was impatient, grumpy, and hated troublesome processes, but they didn't expect that his "apprenticeship ceremony" would be as simple as this two-sentence question and answer!
Seeing that Lucian was still a little confused, Fernando's face turned pale: "It's a matter for the two of us to learn arcane and magic with me, since you are willing, I also agreed, do you still need troublesome rituals?"
"No need, teacher, I have no doubts." Lucian also hated cumbersome and unnecessary rituals, so he immediately answered freely. The relationship between master and apprentice lies in the inner identity of both parties, not on the outside.
Gaston didn't expect Lucian to answer so simply, and the thought that they were really like master and apprentice suddenly arose in his heart.
Fernando laughed and said, "Today is the day when a few of my students gather to exchange arcane and magic research, wait for you to join in, listen to the latest research difficulties to help you master the basics and choose your next research direction. I have something to talk to Hathaway, you and Tang Pu go out and wait for me first."
When they returned to the study together, Tang Pu smiled and looked at Lucian: "The teacher never praises others, and the evaluation of you just now is very good."
"This is also good......" There was suddenly a strange teacher, and he was a notoriously bad-tempered great arcanist, and Lucian always felt a little uncomfortable.
Probably seeing Lucian's emotions, Florence smiled charmingly: "Little guy, although His Excellency Fernando is very strict with his disciples, he is the most protective of his students among all the legendary magicians. If it weren't for him, His Excellency Hathaway might not agree, and she would have preferred His Excellency Lavendi."
"Your Excellency Lavendi?" If Fernando wasn't the Grand Arcanist, Lucian would rather be the familiar Mr. Ravendi.
Gaston still had that strange expression: "It is said that His Excellency LaVenti went to His Excellency the Lord of the Storm, and someone heard a fierce quarrel break out inside, and then His Excellency Lavendi turned pale and walked out like a storm. Every time he mentions this, he is not in a good mood."
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Aalto, in the courtroom.
"Agent" Waldo looked at the report in his hand and said angrily: "Lucian Evans turned out to be a magician, he actually faked his death, and the church and the entire city were teased by him as a fool! We must catch him and tie him to the stake!"
"Are you sure it's true?" Cardinal Amherton's eyes were half-closed, and his expression was flat.
The "Examiner's" low voice seemed to contain infinite anger: "From the process of John's report and the divine interrogation of the rest of the people, it can be confirmed that Lucian Evans is not dead, and the villa is a trap set by him and the professor, on the one hand, in order to get rid of the traitor, cover the departure of other magicians who know the headquarters of the Magic Council, and on the other hand, he senses that the Joker is suspicious of him, so he fakes his death and frames the Joker. The front and back are tightly stitched, and there is no problem at all."
"Does Natasha know? Was it concealed, or cooperated?" Amorton's eyes opened, and his gaze made the agent and the others feel a chill.
The examiner shook his head: "Judging from the testimony, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not know, and at that time she accepted Waldo's stop, did not take advantage of the situation to kill the clown, and returned the hunt for the clown to the night watchman, without worrying that the clown would be found in advance, let your lord Bishop cure it.
"That's good." Ammorton said, "The professor and Lucian are really insidious and cunning, but compared to the professor's ruthlessness, Lucian looks still youthful, and he still wants to take Joel's family to the Kingdom of Holm, otherwise how could their identities be exposed so quickly."
The agent said resentfully: "Lord Amorton, we will quickly announce the true identity of this hypocrite to the outside world and shatter the aura that shrouded him! Destroy his false tomb! Turn him into a criminal hated by everyone in Aalto!"
"What then? At the same time, tell everyone that the church is an idiot or a fool? The "Ode to Joy", which is known as a strong praise of the true God, is actually the work of the devil, mocking the Lord? This kind of thing that shakes the foundation of believers must not happen." Ammorton said in a cold tone, "Anyway, the great musician is dead, no matter whether he has the same name or surname, or looks the same, he is a magician, a magician who can change his appearance, and has nothing to do with musicians."
"Lord Ammorton, what do you mean?" The judge seemed to have thought about the tunnel.
Instead of answering his question, Ammorton continued, "Inform the Diocese of Lucian about Lucian and let them keep an eye on it, while sending a few Night Watchers over, they should be happy to see the 'old friend'."
(End of this chapter)