152 The Dangerous Felipe (1/2)

Chapter 152: The Dangerous Felipe

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Everyone present remained quiet, staring at the stranger with great alertness, and some of them even started to check their surroundings, worrying that they might had been ambushed by the church.

In the cold stare of the sorcerers and apprentices, under the gaze of some bloodthirsty eyes, with the sound of Fatty’s teeth rattling out of fear, Lucien calmly took out his invitation and explained, ”I am a guest invited by Viscount Carendia”.

Seeing that Lucien stayed rather calm, the mummy-like old man’s face eased a little bit. Another apprentice took Lucien’s invitation and unfolded it for him.

The symbol of a tall black hat on the invitation was a bit tilted with some sense of humor. The old man who took the leading role glanced at the other sorcerers around, ”This invitation was not sent by me.”

The other sorcerers looked at the invitation held by the apprentice and also denied.

The muscles of the old man’s face pulled when he was speaking, ”Although your invitation is not from somebody else, but we still can not make sure that it was sent by the viscount. To ensure the safety of everyone here, I think we should wait until Viscount Carendia and his steward, Nied, show up. You agree?”

”Sounds fair enough.” Lucien remained polite.

”You can call me Cessy, by the way. I’m 4th circle sorcerer,” said the old man. He did not want to offend this mysterious attendee imprudently before figuring out his true identity, just in case that he was even more powerful than him.

”Mr. Cessy. I understand your concern and I don’t mind waiting here at all.” Lucien nodded, ”You can call me Professor.”

”Good.” The old man, a necromancer, asked, ”Then, Mr. Professor, are you a sorcerer… or an apprentice?”

Through their conversation and Lucien's attitude, Cessy started to become a little bit convinced that Lucien was really a guest of the viscount.

”A sorcerer,” Lucien answered shortly.

The apprentices whom Lucien was talking to were pretty surprised to know that Professor was actually a real sorcerer, since his attitude was way nicer than most of the other arrogant and cold sorcerers who were gathering together on their own on the other side.

”Hope we can exchange some ideas over the meeting.” Cessy’s attitude toward Lucien eased a little further.

”In fact, I’m not a necromancer,” said Lucien honestly.

Although Lucien indeed had roughly read the Book of Necromancy, and had some ideas about the structure of human body, he knew that he could not rely on his own understanding and his previous knowledge of this branch of magic.

And by the way, according to the Book of Necromancy, regardless of practicing meditation or studying necromancer spells, long-time staying with rotten corpses was often required, and it was easy for the person practicing it to be infected with some terrible toxins or something filthy. Apart from making breakthroughs to move to higher circles in order to resist to the possible infection, only a few kinds of potions could be used to tackle the problem. So, with Astrology and Elements in his hand, Lucien right now did not want to take the risk to focus on necromantic spells but just copied the structures of a couple of the not-that-disgusting ones, intending to analyze them.

Cessy’s mummy-like face looked surprised, ”Then why are you here? The Feast of Death… is for necromancers.”

The other attendees also found it strange.

Before Lucien answered Cessy’s question, the heavy gate of the old castle slowly opened, and the steward of the castle, Nied, showed up, still dressing decently and behaving in an elegant manner.

”Mr. Professor’s indeed a special guest invited by the lord,” explained Nied seriously.

”Then we’re assured now.” Representing the other sorcerers and apprentices, Cessy responded.

Nied slightly nodded and continued, ”Mr. Professor also came from the headquarter of the Congress of Magic, and he’s a powerful sorcerer.”

”The congress… powerful…” Often being dull and cold, although the steward’s words were pretty surprising, the necromancers and apprentices were only whispering to each other, peeking at Lucien carefully.

”Why there’s another sorcerer here from the headquarter of the Congress of Magic tonight?” Cessy immediately noticed the word Nied used—”also”.

”Mr. Professor’s attendance was out of expectation, and he’s just dropping by.” Although the steward’s words were quite hard to believe, what Nied was saying was true, ”And Mr. Professor’s power is widely recognized. He ranks no. 359 on the Church’s Cleansing List.”

”What? Cleansing List?!” Even the gloomy necromancers could not stay calm anymore. Even though not all of them knew who were all the people on the list, everyone present was aware of the fact that anyone who was on the list, without exception, had the same power as a senior-rank and was capable of affecting or even destroying a whole nation.

With regards to tracking the powerful sorcerers, the Church had been enjoying quite a good reputation all throughout history.