Leo, who was beaten to a deep and relied on the blood of the "Frost Giant" to not faint, heard Lucien's words, opened his eyes with difficulty, and was unbelievable surprise. Uncontrollable ecstasy and irresistible worries merged into a complex gaze. Is this young-looking gentleman capable of dealing with Warren and his father?

The tavern owner didn't expect Lucien to make such a direct request, almost instructed. Don't he know who Warren is and who his father is?!

Hahaha, Warren laughed absurdly, barely restrained his anger, and said viciously: "Sir, why should I ask you to hire Leo first? Do you think he will be stupid to return to the East after he leaves? Don't you think your tone just now is very abominable? Do you think you can bear my anger on his behalf?!"

One by one, the rhetorical question fully exposed Warren's bad mood at this time. The business of pleading with a duke of the Shahland Empire was destroyed by Leo. He finally caught him and was ready to vent his anger. An inexplicable guy appeared to try to stop him. He originally planned to maintain basic politeness and not offend the mysterious stranger's methods of doing things, but his tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was instructing his subordinates. Except for his father, the nine city lords and the great nobles of the Shahland Empire, no one dared to speak to him in this tone!

As Warren's tone changed, the short and fierce Alorim took a step forward, holding a pair of black daggers in both hands, making the appearance of being about to pounce on him. The knight's momentum was aimed at Lucien without reservation.

Once Lucien is suppressed or even trembles with fear, it means that he is not strong enough, so you can take him down directly!

This is a preliminary test. Warren could not let a guy pretend to be unfathomable and shock himself by saying a few words.

Yarolim's cold gray eyes stared at Lucien's eyes, pressing his will with all his strength.

Suddenly, he saw the grayish white light flashing in Lucien's brown pupils, as if it was reflected into his mind with an old and decayed aura.

Immediately afterwards, extreme numbness and pain emerged without warning on Yarolim. Opposite him, the tavern guests watching behind Lucien made a scream of horror, because they saw Yarolim's back of his hand ulcers, and yellowed pus seeping out, which was extremely terrifying.

Yarolim knew that he had been obsessed with Lucien's magic. His body immediately turned into layers of black flames, but the festering seemed to be contagious even the illusory flames, and the flames turned yellow and extinguished one after another.

Warren, the other strong and tall man beside him and other black scale swordsmen also noticed the miserable situation of Yarolim. In just a few seconds, Yarolim seemed to have become weak and finally resisted the festering of his whole body and gasped in big mouths. But it may have been a long time since he wanted to improve completely, while Lucien was still in his hands in the pocket of the black double-breasted long dress. He looked at this scene with a smile, without taking the opportunity to attack, nor did he try to deepen his festering.

The three-ring undead magic "Feling Curse"!

"Neutenant Master?" Warren asked with great effort to keep his peace, but his voice was still a little scary. The reputation of the Necromancers was never good. All kinds of cruel, mysterious, dark, and terrifying methods seemed to be portrayed by them and the illusionist, especially in the depths of the North where many ancient inheritance magicians appeared.

Lucien smiled without saying a word.

The tall and strong knight lowered his head and whispered a few words in Warren's ear.

Warren stood up with a gloomy face and asked, "So he is a mid-level magician. I wonder if you are from the Magic Council or somewhere else in the North?"

The tavern owner, the black scale swordsman and other guests were surprised and looked at Lucien. No wonder he could easily solve the formal knight, Yarolim, who turned out to be a mid-level magician!

Although the title of intermediate magician is ordinary, you can encounter it everywhere in the headquarters of the Magic Council, the same level as it is called the Great Knight, the Bishop. Except for the Holy City Reims, the Sky City Arlinger, Rentat, Alto, Tria, and Saint Ivan Castle, these are all characters who can preside over a city. In the East Exile Land, except for the nine city lords who are the Heaven Knights, the Golden Knights, and the High-level Magicians, the other twenty or thirty lords are only the ranks of the Great Knights or the Mid-level Magicians.

And an intermediate magician, even if he only has three or four rings, with his flying skills and various mysterious and weird magic, his strength is completely comparable to a great knight who is one level higher than himself.

Lucien, wearing white gloves, stretched out his right hand covering Holm's crown ring, pushed his monocles, and still had the same plain tone: "It doesn't matter where I come from, what's important is that I want to take Leo away. I wonder if Mr. Warren, will you agree?"

This arrogant and arrogant attitude reminded Warren of the geniuses of the Magic Council in the rumors, especially those with the pale hands. As his mind turned, he squeezed out a smile and spread his hands: "In the exile in the east, it is either gold or strength. Since you have shown your strength, you will allow me to take my men to say goodbye in advance."

Even with the blessing of his father, Warren, who can develop a great cause in the East Exile, naturally knows the rules here very well. Once there is a strong man who cannot compete for the time being, even if he moves out his father, he may not be useful. He will immediately become polite and humble. If he knows how to give in and blindly offend a strong man with a magical parliament background and is killed on the spot, except for his father, the other people in the East Exile Lords Conference will not waste their power for idiots!

Lucien's smile emerged: "Mr. Warren, you're wise."

To be honest, Lucien hates such human traffickers, but if he attacks Warren without any excuses, it is to directly hit the face of the Lords of the East Exile, and he is within the control of the East Exile, and he will start a more dangerous journey next, so he can only try to anger Warren in an arrogant and sarcastic tone and let him do it first.

Warren swallowed, smiled and bowed to his left chest without a smile, without saying anything. He was afraid that he would not be able to resist the tyranny in his heart as soon as he opened his mouth, so he ordered an attack on Lucien.

Among the remaining guards, several scale swordsmen supported Yarolim, and their armor made a pleasant sound of collision and walked towards the gate.

"Master Warren, I will make a list of losses for Taran Tavern for you. I hope you will fully compensate you, otherwise I will go to the Lords' Conference to make a decision!"

The tavern owner shouted, causing Warren, who was about to cross the threshold, to stagger and almost fall.

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In the room behind the tavern, Leo, who was swept away by Lucien, slowly calmed down with the powerful vitality of the quasi-knight, after all, he did not suffer any serious substantial injuries.

During the recovery process, Leo saw Lucien's mouth making a rough and rough sound, and a little bit of firefly light in his hand disappeared in an instant.

After a wave of magic, Lucien opened his mouth silently, and everything returned to its original state.

"Sir, what are you doing? Is there a place to help me?" Leo thanked for saving his life, and asked curiously.

Lucien smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, be careful."

Seeing that Lucien did not say anything, Leo, who had a rich adventure experience, did not ask again, and instead asked about the employment matter: "Sir, don't know what to call you? What are you going to hire me for?"

"You can call me Mr. x for the time being. I want to hire you to take me across the Shahland Empire and reach the northeastern region of the Dark Mountains." Lucien replied concisely.

When talking about Shahland Empire, Leo frowned and said, "Mr. x, it's not difficult for me to bring you into Shahland Empire. The question is where you are going? In this way, I can arrange the route and prepare a suitable fake identity. Well, if you are not at ease, we will sign a magic contract first."

Without asking clearly about the content of the employment, Leo decided to accept it because without Lucien's stop, he would have died in the mouth of the wild dog, so he would not mention anything like revenge.

Lucien did not feel pretentious and took out the magic contract that had been prepared long ago.

When the two sides signed the sign and the brown parchment was burned by a light blue flame, Leo knew Lucien's complete name, but he still obeyed the command: "Mr. x, the Shahland Empire was a very corrupt country. It was very difficult for them and clergy, other scholars, citizens, poor people, and serfs to cross the empire without any obstacles. Judging from the several routes to Aalto, the nobles who pretended to be northwestern province of the Shahland Empire were at least in danger, and they rarely came to these areas."

When the magic level is promoted to the sixth ring and becomes a high-level, and when signing a low-level magic contract, you can change the name with powerful soul, mental power and profound skills, but Lucien is still far away from the high-level.

"I wonder if you have any good suggestions for Leo?" Lucien nodded with satisfaction. The professional ones are indeed different.

Leo pointed to the rough map almost the northwest place: "This is the Vladimir family that ruled the northwestern province of the empire. This family is one of the ten most powerful families in the empire. It has its own powerful knights, a duke, a marquis, three counts, many viscounts, barons and lords, so there are many children, and there are so many members of the co-class who have inheritance rights that people cannot remember. If the Duke of Vladimir does not read the genealogy, it may be difficult to distinguish the authenticity."

"Leo, you asked me to pretend to be a member of the family? How can I hide it from other nobles?" Lucien asked a question.

Leo answered very seriously, with a standard look of deep revenge: "In the Shahland Empire, the winner-takes-all rule is popular. If you decide to fight for the title and fail, you often have no good ending. In the east exile, you are hiding a knight who failed to fight for succession with the current Duke of Vladimir. He has the real method and seal of the identity document of the Vladimir family, and his name is Valentin."
Chapter completed!