Chapter 259: Leo’s Suggestion
Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: 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.”
Although Warren was still under his father’s protection, he knew the rules here in the East Haven. He knew what was a wise decision in that situation.
“You’re smart, Mr. Warren.” Lucien smiled.
Honestly speaking, Lucien really hated traffickers like Warren. However, here in the East Haven, he could not directly attack a important local leader’s son with no sufficient reason, and that was why Lucien kept pushing Warren to make him lose his head.
However, Warren’s face only twitched slightly. Then, he left the place without another word.
The other guards also followed Warren and left the bar. When Jarolim was walking toward the gate, he had to lean on the other guards’ arms.
“Mr. Warren, I’ll send you the bar’s loss quote! You gotta pay, or we’ll see each other on the city lord meeting!” said the bar owner aloud.
Warren almost tripped over the doorsill.
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In the room behind the bar, Leo slowly recovered with his strong life force as a knight. Lucien had released him from the black flames covering his body.
When Leo was lying in bed, he saw Lucien casting some strange spell, and the light spots in his hand quickly disappeared.
After a surge of magic waves, Lucien’s mouth slightly opened but he did not make any sound.
“What are you doing here, sir?” asked Leo gratefully and curiously, “Anything I can help with?”
“Nothing, just being cautious.” Lucien smiled and shook his head.
Leo did not chase after the answer, but switched the topic, “Sir, how do you want me to call you? What’s the mission about?”
“For now you can call me Mr. X. I need your help to guide me across Schachran Empire and get to the northeast part of the the Dark Mountain Range,” said Lucien directly.
As Leo suffered a lot of pain back in the days in Schachran Empire, he frowned a bit, “What’s your specific destination, Mr. X? Traveling through the empire without being noticed isn’t too difficult, but I need a more specific destination to figure out which route we should take and what kind of fake identity we should use. If you don’t feel comfortable with telling me these, we can sign a magic compact first.”
Leo just accepted the job without even asking what kind of dangers they were expected to face in this task. He knew that, without Mr. X, he would have already died.
Lucien nodded and took out the compact that he had prepared before.
After signing the compact and watching the roll of parchment being burnt down by light blue magic flame, although Leo had known Lucien’s name, he still said to Lucien respectfully, “Mr. X, Schachran Empire’s nobles are conservative and corrupted. Except the nobles themselves and those clergies, common people are always expected to have a very difficult time traveling through the whole empire. If you want to get to Aalto, playing the role of a noble from the empire’s northwest province should be our best choice, as the real ones don’t usually leave their own territory.”
When a sorcerer reached the sixth circle, when he or she needed to sign a low-level magic compact, the sorcerer could hide or change his or her real name using strong spiritual power and magic skills, but Lucien right now still had a long way to go.
“I see.” Lucien nodded with satisfaction. Leo was professional.
Leo pointed at the northwest territory of the empire on the map in front of them, “The Vladimir family is ruling this area. As one of the ten most powerful families in the empire, the Vladimir family has one duke, one marquis, three earls, lots of viscounts, barons and lords. Therefore, without their genealogy, no one could know that you’re actually not their relative, even including the duke Vladimir himself. ”
“But people wouldn’t just buy into our words. We need something to prove our identity.” Lucien was hesitant.
Leo answered seriously, “In the empire, winners laugh, and losers cry. If one decides to fight over the succession but fails in the end, his sufferings soon ensue. In the East Haven, there’s a knight who used to fight against the duke Vladimir over right of inheritance of the title, and he knows how to make the identity documents of the Vladimir family and he still has all the family stamps. His name’s Valentin.”
