259 Leo’s Suggestion (1/2)
Chapter 259: Leo’s Suggestion
Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion
Thanks to his Blessing, Frost Giant, Leo did not pass out yet. Hearing Lucien's words, he opened his eyes with great difficulty, looking at the strange young man in front of him both surprisedly and worriedly.
Facing Lucien's direct command, the bar owner was shocked as well. He wondered if this young man knew who Warren was and who his father was.
Warren first laughed a bit as if he saw something beyond ridiculous, then, suppressing his anger, he said to Lucien, ”Why do you think I'd let you take Leo? Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this?”
Clearly, Warren was on a bad mood. His great deal with a duke in Schachran Empire had been ruined by Leo. When he finally found Leo and was about to make him pay, some random guy just showed up right in front of him and commanded him to let go of Leo. No one except his own father and the nine city lords dare talk to him like this!
At this time, Jarolim took a step forward, with a pair of black daggers in his hands, ready to launch his knight-level attack toward Lucien.
If Lucien was intimidated, Jarolim would know that the young man was actually only doing his bravado, so then Jarolim could directly take him down.
Jarolim's gray eyes aggressively looked into Lucien's eyes, letting Lucien feel the power of a knight.
All of a sudden, he saw a quick flash of white light in Lucien's brown eyes and, in the last second, he felt something dreadful sneak into his brain.
Then, Jarolim started to feel extreme pain and a tingling sensation throughout his body. Before he realized what was happening to him, several people in the hall started screaming, as they saw that Jarolim's hands and face were festering with light yellow pus bleeding out.
Knowing that this was magic, Jarolim quickly covered his body with layers of black flame. However, the festering quickly put out the flame and kept spreading all over his body.
Warren and his guards also noticed what was happening on Jarolim's body. Within only a few seconds, Jarolim became beyond weak. Right now he was kneeling on the ground, using all of his strength to gasp for air. Although the festering had stopped, clearly it would take a long time for him to recover from it.
Looking at him, Lucien was just standing there, smiling. He did not continue his attack.
The third-circle necromancy spell, Curse of the Putrid Husk.
”Are you… a necromancer?” Warren tried to stay calm, although his voice was trembling. After all, necromancers never enjoyed good reputation, especially in the north.
Lucien was just smiling, but offered no answer.
The other tall and strong knight leaned forward beside Warren and whispered to him a bit.
Warren stood up, his facial expression looked meaningful, ”So… Mr. middle-rank sorcerer, are you from the Congress, or some place here in the north?”
Hearing how Warren called this young man, the rest of the people present were all shocked. This guy was a middle-rank mage!
Although a middle-rank mage was just an ordinary person in Allyn, a middle-rank was of the level of a grand knight or a bishop. Apart from a few big cities such as Lance, Allyn, Rentato, and Aalto, a middle-rank mage, a grand knight, or a bishop could stay in charge of a whole city. In the East Haven, only the nine city lords were that powerful, and the rest of the suzerains here were only about Lucien's level.
In fact, because of the variety, a middle-rank mage's power was basically the same as that of a grand knight who was actually one level higher.
Lucien's Holm ring was right now being covered underneath his glove. He adjusted his monocle and answered the young man calmly, ”It doesn't matter where I come from. What's important is that I want to take Leo with me. Are you okay with it?”
Lucien's tone reminded Warren of those genius sorcerers from the Congress of Magic, especially those ones from the Hand of Paleness. He quickly put on a smile and shrugged, ”You know what… You've shown your power, sir, and it's time for me to leave.”