After taking the scroll, Lucian's mood gradually settled, and he asked curiously: "Teacher, you keep saying that you did a lot of ridiculous things when you were young, what kind of ridiculous things are they?"
Hearing this, Fernando's eyes widened and he roared: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about! Quickly go back and analyze the "spell trigger"! Don't think that you can be promoted to a high level with a ceremony!"
The sudden roar startled Lucian, and he quickly exited the door. When the door closed and the sound was cut off, Lucian shook his head amused and puzzled: "The ridiculous things the teacher did seem to be really ridiculous!"
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Five days later, the headquarters of the Magic Council, on the thirty-third floor, was an empty hall.
The floor of the hall is painted with a mixture of banshee's blood and other precious materials, and the head, left chest, palms and feet are covered with spell lines, like beating dark red hearts.
"Lie down on the magic circle." After Felipe arranged the basic magic circle, he let Lucian and the storm lord in, lest they steal this special soul ritual "Banshee's Blessing".
Lucian took off the Holm Crown Ring, the Ice Avenger Ring, and the Ogre Gloves of Monster Power, took off the Immortal Throne Robe and Dodge Boots, took off the Sun Crown Amulet, the Fireweaver's Bracelet, Arcane Badge, and Magic Badge, and handed them to Afrith who was looking to wear them next to him to "safekeep" - this soul ritual must not be interfered with by any magical items.
Africe temporarily acted as a coolie but didn't feel troubled, his amber eyes looked at the ornaments in his hand brightly, and licked rings, amulets, etc. with his tongue from time to time, completely unconcerned about the progress of the ceremony.
Lucian, wearing a white shirt and skinny pants, slowly walked to the magic circle and lay down in a fixed position, while Felipe took out six huge bone nails refined from the teeth of a high-level banshee, and said in a very bad tone: "Don't scream in pain."
After saying that, he picked up a bone nail engraved with complex and strange patterns and stabbed it the back of Lucian's right hand.
This thing was so sharp that it didn't know what other materials it contained, it actually pierced Lucian's second-level knight's body and nailed it into the magic circle below.
Although he was mentally prepared, Lucian still bared his teeth, pain was an inevitable reaction, but fortunately, he had also endured more painful injuries and did not shout.
Drops of blood shimmering with a faint silver moonlight overflowed, dyeing the banshee bone nail red, but soon, the color quickly faded until it disappeared, as if it was completely absorbed by the bone nail and slowly injected into the lines of the magic circle.
After his left hand, right ankle, and left ankle were all pierced into the bone nail, Felipe gently pierced the remaining two in the center of Lucian's forehead and heart. They entered shallowly, almost only piercing the skin, but as if they had a mysterious connection with the magic circle behind Lucian, they stood tall like that, looking like they had pierced Lucian's brain and heart.
After doing all this, Felipe took a few steps back and gently recited the spell, and the lines on the magic circle slowly lit up.
The spell was gentle, like a song, and bursts of sleeping power seeped in from the bone nail and from the magic circle, making Lucian's eyelids heavy, and his thoughts diverging involuntarily, remembering that he had been analyzing most of the "spell triggers" that had been completed in the past few days, and remembering that he had taken the time to "improve" the structure and materials of the magic crystal lamp, and handed them over to Arthur and Florence for appraisal from the perspectives of different professionals.
"O wind from the place of rest, blow over this helpless soul, never cease." Felipe held up his black magic wand studded with various gemstones, reciting spells in the necromancer created by the Meshket Empire.
A huge light white gem shone on the magic wand, and Felipe's trench coat fluttered like bat wings, as if there were really gusts of light wind blowing with the smell of decay.
Lucian felt the breath of the wind in a trance, and bursts of hypnotic sounds came with the wind, and his soul became even more floating.
"O flame from the wasteland of bones, please warm this helpless soul and let him receive long-term protection." Felipe circled a third of the way and chanted again in the Necromancer.
After a while, pale and shapeless illusory flames emerged from the magic circle. They did not cause any damage to Lucian's body, but they made Lucian feel bursts of warmth, and his soul became more and more pure.
Fernando's red eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he saw a monster with a scythe and a black robe through the illusory pale flames, and a wasteland of countless undead robins roaming behind it.
"O coldness from the silent hell, please surround this helpless soul and let him get eternal and unchanging silence." Felipe circled another third of the way, and a silver gem lit up.
The endless cold silence enveloped Lucian's soul, making it even more solid.
After doing all this, Felipe also raised his left hand high and let out a silent scream.
The six bone nails sucked in Lucian's blood twisted like snakes, rising into illusory shadows.
This is a beautiful but twisted female phantom, their upper bodies white and naked, their expressions painful and uneasy, but driven by Felipe's screams, they all opened their mouths and sang.
The singing voice was beautiful and the melody was beautiful, but only the soul could hear it, Lucian vaguely saw strange ripples in his soul singing, slowly absorbing the liquid flowing in the magic circle.
Two minutes later, Felipe broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, lowered his left hand, and took out a strange all-black mirror from his arms, which was not only dotted with small magic gems, but also scarlet "leaves", pale and empty eyes, and a hideous banshee face behind him.
The mirror was thrown by Felipe, floating above Lucian's head without any basis, and the mirror that was completely black and could not reflect the figure was aimed at him.
The difficult necromancer spell spat out of Felipe's mouth, and all the gems on the magic wand shone, attracting Afreth's attention.
The mirror trembled slightly, and the singing of the six banshee phantoms turned into a cry, extremely painful, and the all-black mirror slowly cracked, revealing white and empty eyes!
In the pupils, black distorted figures seemed to be dancing strangely.
Seeing this extremely strange eye, Lucian immediately felt that his wandering soul suddenly rose, floating through the clouds, floating through the starry sky, meeting his destiny master star, and then sensed that in the endless distance, in an untouchable place, there seemed to be something that seemed to be connected to his soul far away.
It is "looking down" at itself with a condescending attitude!
The lines of the magic circle suddenly beat strangely, as if they came to life, and then all curled and wrapped around Lucian's body, and were deeply immersed.
Lucian's soul was suddenly pulled back to his body, trembling seven times, and he came to full consciousness.
"My promise has been fulfilled, I don't owe you anything." Felipe took out a white handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, dropped a sentence with a gloomy face, and turned away without looking back.
Lucian's head was slightly dizzy, a little unable to adapt to the state of his soul, and when a few minutes passed, his spirit moved, and the bone nails stuck in his palms floated up on their own, turning into a little powder.
"Spiritual power and soul can already interfere with reality...... Lucian confirmed with some emotion that his speed from intermediate to high level was probably the fastest in the history of the Magic Council, but he exchanged it for his future promotion speed.
The bone nails shattered one by one and turned into powder, Lucian stood up as if he was not injured, and the magic circle painted on the floor had completely disappeared.
"What does the last eye represent?" Fernando, the storm lord, whispered in confusion.
Great arcanists like him can see the essence directly through fancy and complex magic rituals, such as the power borrowed earlier, he knows it very well, but he doesn't know what happened in the last step.
Recalling the strange feeling at the end, Lucian asked half-doubtfully and half-apprehensively: "Teacher, at the end of the ceremony, my soul seems to have a connection with something very distant, isn't this normal?"
If it was an ordinary ceremony, Lucian didn't dare to ask his teacher at all, for fear of exposing the secrets of the soul library, but now this "Banshee's Blessing" ceremony, Fernando didn't understand it, and any strangeness could be pushed on it.
"This is a weak foundation, you don't know a lot of advanced knowledge." Fernando sighed slightly and said seriously, "Almost every high-level magician will have a similar strange feeling when they are promoted, and a small number of them can detect it when their souls can interfere with reality. At present, it is generally believed that it is an illusory image of the essence of the real world after the interaction between the cognitive world and the real world."
"It's not my problem." Lucian felt relieved. In the future, the slowdown in promotion can barely bear it, and his advantages in world cognition can make up for a lot, but if there are any incurable soul wounds because of this, it will be troublesome.
Fernando glared at Africe and let him return the items hanging from his paws to Lucian in grief: "Take a good rest for a week, get used to it, and don't be busy with the promotion ceremony."
"Yes, teacher." Lucian wouldn't joke with his soul in order to rush this time.
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Magic Council, 28th Floor, High Warehouse District.
"Red Dragon Scales......"
"The sap of the scarlet demon tree......
"Emerald Green Spirit Eater ......"
"Six Sun Stones......"
"The brain ...... of demons"
"Ghost's 'Tears' ......"
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"Commissioner Evans, this is the material you want." Smith, the five-ring magician guarding the warehouse, handed him the materials Lucian had exchanged, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it Commissioner Evans that you are going to be promoted to a senior level?"
Many of the materials required for the magic ritual of promotion to a higher level are rare items and are relatively expensive, so the five-ring magicians who have reached this pass can apply for help from the Magician Management Department, and the council will provide the most complete resources, the cheapest price - half price, so Lucian took the certification documents issued by the Affairs Committee and came directly to exchange the materials, but he spent almost all the arcane points and Kintale on his body, and only collected one-third.
It seems that he will have to mortgage the annuity income for the next three years to the teacher, and he will also give Avery the subsidy given by the council and the will of the elements as its monthly salary in the future, so that it can pretend to be me and wander around every once in a while.
Is there an early redemption for this kind of thing? Smith looked at Lucian's back as he left, very confused, he had only heard of going out on adventures and collecting some materials on his own, but he had never heard of anyone coming to the warehouse in advance to redeem it. The warehouse won't run away!
"It seems that Commissioner Evans is really going to be promoted, this speed is ......" Smith couldn't describe his mood.
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Seven days later, Lucian stood in the hall where the ceremony was held before, feeling a little uneasy, because the ceremony of promoting a high-level magician was much more difficult than the "Banshee's Blessing", and the probability of failure was very high.
(End of this chapter)