217 In Holm Royal Magic Tower (1/2)
Chapter 217: In Holm Royal Magic Tower
Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion
On the top floor of a magic tower in Allyn.
Rogerio released a long sigh, ”Holm Crown prize… What a young man… The youngest winner ever…”
As he was saying, Rogerio’s hand gently touched his neck, as if there was an imaginary amulet hanging there. He had been striving for Immortal Throne award for many years, but it turned out that his talent was more in magic than in arcana.
”On the shoulder of giants… shoulder of giants…” Adol, the undead, was right now sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand, ”Maybe this was even out of Professor’s great expectation, and maybe he was still working on synthesizing life ingredients, hoping that he could win both Holm Crown prize and Immortal Throne award. Ha, will you guys recognize his findings?”
Looking from behind, no one could tell that Adol was actually not alive.
They had investigated Richardson, the only sorcerer who was still below senior-rank from the previous Holm Crown prize winners, and they were certain that he was not Professor.
”Depends on whether Professor, this giant, will still be alive at that time.” Rogerio sneered, ”Besides, Felipe has made a considerable progress.”
Then he called someone in and said, ”keep a close eye on Lucien Evans X, the same level we have on Larry, Timothy and Ulysses. Always keep me informed.”
Now, Lucien was drawing the attention of the Hand of Paleness because of himself, not because of Professor. Therefore, he was actually safer now, as the Hand of Paleness would not just kill a genius full of potential for no important reasons, and the highest council would not allow something like this to happen as well.
”And, tell that person… to continue to look for Professor.” Rogerio added, ”We’ve promised him the rite, Lich Convert, and we always keep our words.”
Sitting on the couch, Adol sneered, ”Stupid humans…”
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In the dark cold winter night, the lights on both sides of the street looked darker than usual.
Breaking through the thin layer of snow on the ground, a coach slowly stopped in front of Holm Royal Magic Tower, the highest building in Noble District.
The coachman opened the door of the coach and said politely, with a dim yellow light in his hand, ”Mr. Evans, Mr. Lazar, we’ve arrived.”
Although he was just a common man, as someone who had been hired by Holm Royal Magic Academy for a long time, he respected sorcerers a lot.
Lucien took a deep breath and refreshed himself.
As soon as they entered the magic tower, an elegant, middle-aged man greeted them, ”Good Evening. I am the steward of Holm Royal Magic Academy, and my name’s Rodham. According to Mr. Morris, I will be helping you find what you need here, Mr. Evans. By the way, will you be staying for the night?”
The middle-aged man’s blond hair was of pompadour style, and he looked rather well-mannered.
Because of the deeply rooted relationship between Holm Royal Magic Academy and the royal families such as the Hoffenberg family, in this place, there was a strong sense of hierarchy.
”Nice to meet you, Mr. Rodham.” Lucien nodded slightly, ”Could you please show me the section where those magic items are? I need a magic robe. And yes, if there’s any spare rooms, my friend and I will be staying here tonight.”
”I am honored to be at your service,” Rodham responded, with his left hand resting on his chest. ”As the winner of Holm Crown prize, Mr. Evans, you’ve automatically become our honored member here. Later I will provide you with documents, and feel free to enjoy anything we have here.”
As it was already eight at night, the whole magic tower was very quiet, thus the sound of the footsteps from Rodham, Lucien and Lazar sounded quite loud.
At this time, a group of people walked downstairs from the second floor. The elder man taking the lead, who was wearing a crimson double-breasted suit and black cloak, looked very familiar to Lucien, as his silvery-gray eyes were identical to Natasha's, and he even looked like the male version of her. However, this man looked skinny, pale and sick, and this was totally different from the princess in Aalto, who always had a healthy glow on her cheeks.
On both his cloak and his suit, there was a fuchsia-colored coat of arms. Surrounded by lines representing cloud and mist, the crown supported by a sceptre and a sword looked sacred. Lucien could tell at his first glance that this was from the Hoffenberg family, the royal family of Holm.
Half step away behind the elder man, there was a middle-aged man with brown hair. His elegant long suit burst at the seams because of his weight. With a black leather bag under his armpit, there was a flattering smile on his chubby face.