270 The Count’s Invitation (1/2)
Chapter 270: The Count’s Invitation
Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion
Holding the fine porcelain cup, Lucien slightly nodded, ”I know. People like Ivanovszki are definitely ruthless, or they wouldn't be able to survive. I wish I knew who was protecting him, so I could…”
Although Lucien's tone was gentle, his words made Leo feel cold. The person he was working for right now was a sorcerer who was beyond calm. If this young man knew more about Ivanovszki, then through a series of analysis, he would kill Ivanovszki as soon as possible.
”When I was working for Ivanovszki, in public, he only had a grand knight or a middle-rank mage protecting him, but as you said, he must still have more people. I've seen it several times. Those assassinators sent by his competitors never made it into the place he lived. There was one time… a level two knight whose Blessing allowed him to hide, and thus he seriously injured Ivanovszki's grand knight. The moment when Ivanovszki was going to be killed, the assassin fell on the ground, dead. I still remember the look on his face… it was horror.” Leo told Lucien what he knew altogether.
There was smile on Lucien's face, ”I just sent my unseen servant to follow him, and he almost noticed it. But the servant still managed to make sure that his room was protected by some spells. It's hard for us to spy on him. If we want to kill him, we need to make him step out of those places that he knows well. We want him to follow our plan.”
”My lord…” said Leo, a little hesitant, ”If you give me a middle-rank magic item, I'll seize a chance and die together with Ivanovszki.”
Lucien looked around and said, ”Suicide attack? Not necessary yet. Go and have some rest, Leo.”
Lucien's biggest advantage now was the fact that Ivanovszki did not know anything about his power as a sorcerer. No matter who Ivanovszki sent to kill Lucien, it was always going to be a mistake, which was a great chance for Lucien, since he could consume Ivanovszki's power bit by bit. Of course, if Ivanovszki was not planning on killing him, that was the best.
At the same time, Lucien also cast a secret magic circle invented by the Congress around his room. The magic circle did not block other people from spying on the person in the room, but it could reinforce the caster's spiritual power for sensing any magic waves, so the caster could detect even the slightest amount of magic wave disturbance.
The moonlight was gentle and delicate. Lucien sat in the couch and slowly closed his eyes.
In the darkness, everything was very quiet. At this time, Lucien sensed a tiny amount of magic waves. It was only like part of the night breeze, so, if Lucien had not placed the magic circle, there was no chance that he would notice this.
The magic waves gradually settled, however, it was still there—like a mirror, watching Lucien.
Lucien, in the couch, adjusted his position from time to time, as if he had fallen into deep sleep.
Just like this, nothing ever happened throughout the whole night.
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Ural City, Green Vine luxury hotel.
After selling most of his goods in this busy city and buying some more local ironwares, Berdychiv was quite relaxed.
He sat in the hotel's corner after having breakfast, drinking his liquor and looking at the many guests in the hotel. He and another juice head were remarking upon the guests' appearance and manner.
”Father, are you seriously drinking in the morning?” asked Yielena a bit angryly. She had accepted Igor's apology last night, and they were planning on having a tour in the city.
Berdychiv let out a belch. The strong smell of liquor was rising from his stomach. ”Yielena, come on…” Berdychiv laughed, ”Tomorrow we're heading back home. Just let me drink today. The more I drink, the more revitalized I am.”
The caravan's next stop was the provincial capital of Kirov.
”You've been drinking for two days!” Yielena frowned, ”You have to promise that you won't drink a single drop on our way home!”
Berdychiv laughed, ”Yielena, you think I'm drunk? Ha, you cannot cancel my breakfast drink, lunch drink, and dinner drink from the list!”
After saying this to his daughter, Berdychiv suddenly stood up, rolling a bit back and forth, ”Mr. Peter, welcome back! I thought you were gonna stay in the baroness' manor!”
The ambiguity of Berdychiv words contradicted his age.
Lucien, followed by Leo, was right now walking into the hotel. After having breakfast in the manor, Carleena, who was obviously much colder to Lucien than yesterday, sent Lucien and Leo back to Ural City, which was what Lucien wanted exactly, but he would not lower his guard.
”Morning, Mr. Peter.” Yielena grinned. She always believed that Peter was a decent gentleman.
Lucien also smiled, ”Good morning, Miss Yielena. You two are good again, aren't you?”
Yielena's face flushed, and although Igor did not like Lucien, he also scratched the back of his head shyly, having no idea how to answer.
Berdychiv patted on Lucien's shoulder and comforted, ”You're still popular among young girls, Mr. Peter. Maybe… Maybe you're just not lady Carleena's type, you know…”
Although Lucien was a few centimeters taller with his disguise, compared to most guys in the empire, he was still small.
At this time, Igor said to Lucien, ”Mr. Peter, there's one thing… I live next door to you, and last night I heard some noise in your room. You might want to go back and check your luggage, or maybe it was a mouse… I'm not sure.”