155 Recruiting (1/2)

Chapter 155: Recruiting

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

As Felipe was talking on the stage, the necromancers and apprentices began to pay attention to him and started to whisper to each other.

Viscount Carendia also showed holding his glass of wine, and he stood behind Lucien, ”Mr. Professor, I can probably guess your intention of coming to the Feast of Death, but let me remind you that, if you want a fight, finish it as soon as possible, or I’d have to ask you two to leave. Although I would like to see a fight between two top fifth circle sorcerers, the last thing I want to see is my castle being destroyed.”

Lucien took a quick glance at the viscount. Inside his mind, he responded to the viscount’s words in a sarcastic way, ”You know my intention? Come on… Even I don’t know why I’m here and what I’m doing right now!”

The whole thing was now totally out of Lucien’s expectation, and now he was tasting the bitterness caused by his boldness.

”What if I’m only here to take a look around?” Lucien’s face was covered by his hood, and he answered politely, ”Sometimes, fighting is the most useless thing.”

”Interesting.” The viscount shortly commented and then turned to look at the people standing on the stage.

Besides Felipe, now there were another four necromancers who were the chosen representatives of the crowd: the old necromancer, Cessy; a plain-looking female necromancer, Tess; a young necromancer named Quentin; and and a horrible-looking necromancer named Sidney whose face and hands were covered with big scares sewed by threads. They were also the only four middle-rank sorcerers from the land which originally belonged to Wilfred, who inherited the tradition of the ancient magic empire. Two of them were of fourth circle, and two of them were of third circle.

”You don’t want to get on the stage?” asked the viscount in a joking way.

Lucien rolled his eyes under his hood and answered ironically again in his mind, ”Sure I’ll get on the stage and find a perfect way to get myself killed… Why not?”

Of course, Lucien could not say something like that to the viscount. Therefore, pretending that he was profound and mysterious, Lucien said to Carendia, ”Sometimes standing away from the stage can make you see more.”

The viscount clinked his glass with that of Lucien and commented, ”No wonder your pseudonym is Professor.”

On the wood stage, Cessy kept his usual expressionless face when he asked, ”Mr. Felipe, thank you for inviting us here and offering us a chance to gather together and exchange our knowledge and magic materials. The gathering is already a feast for us who were hiding all the time in the darkness like mice living in caves. I wonder what else do you want to discuss with us?”

Felipe’s eyes were staring at Lucien. Seeing that Professor was not planning to disturb his speech for now, he turned to all the sorcerers and apprentices present and started to talk again in his deep but loud voice, ”I’m sure that all of you have suffered and are still suffering lots of difficulties here, the land which once belonged to the greatest necromancer, Wilfred. You folks are worrying that one day the Church might come for you. You folks are worried every single day, even during your meditation, that one day you’d be killed by some random adventurers, knights, priests. And you folks are so disturbed that you cannot fall asleep at night…”

In the nations controlled by the church, every sorcerer and apprentice shared more or less similar experiences. After hearing the Felipe’s words, they could not help but nod, even including Lucien.

”Wow… Mr. Professor, are you agreeing with Mr. Felipe?” Viscount Carendia was a bit surprised to see that Lucien was nodding as well.

”Of course. What he just said is true,” said Lucien in a tolerant manner.

”You cannot tell your relatives and friends who you are,” Felipe continued. ”You have no one to share the outcome of your research and experiment. You have no one to share your happiness and sadness. And you know that you can never achieve what you want in your life, even though you deserve it!”

The crowd was oppressed by the silence. They all had their bitterness that they could only handle on their own because of their status.

”So, tell me, do you want to continue to live in this miserable life?” Felipe asked aloud.

An apprentice was touched, and he burst out a cry, ”No! Not at all!”

And his answer called upon more responses. More and more of the necromancers and apprentices present started to cry out, ”No!”

”We can’t take it anymore!”

”We don’t!”

The crowd in the hall became irritated and the people were shouting out of their long-repressed anger.