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As Felipe came on stage, the scene became much quieter, and the magicians and apprentices began to whisper. Viscount Karendia brought the red wine he had tasted for a long time and came from somewhere. He stood beside Lucien and laughed softly: "Sir, I can probably guess the purpose of your coming to the Feast of Death. But I would like to remind you, if you want to fight, please solve it as soon as possible, otherwise I will invite you out. Haha, although I really want to see two top five-ring magicians perform a feast of magical battles, the premise is that they cannot threaten myself and my castle."

Lucien turned his head and looked at Viscount Karendia with contempt, and secretly complained: "Can you know my purpose? Until now, I don't know my purpose anymore!"

The development of this matter has exceeded Lucien's mastery and expectations, allowing him to taste the bitter fruits of courage and decisiveness and good at taking risks, making him understand that no means or style of action will never be only beneficial or harmful!

With his eyes blocked by the hood, Lucien replied gently: "Maybe I'm just here to see it? Sometimes, fighting is not the best way to solve things."

"Haha, Professor, your words are full of philosophy. However, fighting is the best way to solve the enemy's body and soul." Viscount Karenoldia looked up with his back at Felipe on the half-high wooden platform, and the four representatives introduced by the apprentices and necromancers, the old necromancer Sessi, the female necromancer with rough and pale skin and ordinary and gloomy appearance, the young necromancer Quentin with a friendly smile, and the terrifying necromancer Sidney with a stitching line on his face and hands. They are also the only four intermediate magicians in the original Wilfried leadership, two four rings and two three rings.

The nearby magicians who inherited the tradition of the ancient magic empire habitually obeyed the strong, so the representatives selected to negotiate with Felipe were naturally the most powerful among them.

"Don't you go up? Professor." Viscount Karenoldia raised his wine glass to the half-high wooden platform with a smile.

"... Go up and seek death?" Lucien continued to complain and make fun of his suffering, while packaging his behavior in seemingly profound words. "Sometimes, standing below and standing far away, you can see more things."

Viscount Karendia turned gracefully and clinked his cup with Lucien: "No wonder your nickname is professor."

On the wooden platform, Sisi took his face that was used to being stiff, and said, "Mr. Felipe, thank you for your invitation to allow us, the magicians and apprentices who are hiding everywhere like caves and mice, to have the opportunity to gather together and exchange magic knowledge and objects. This is enough for us to be called a Feast of Death, and it is a rare opportunity to improve our strength. I wonder what else do you have to discuss with us?"

Felipe stared at Lucien, and saw that he had no intention of coming up for the time being, so he faced all the magicians and apprentices, and his voice was gloomy and loud: "You all must have experienced many hardships at Wilfried, such as when you sleep, you are worried that the church will discover its identity, you will always be anxious when meditating and practicing magic, and you will even be chased by adventurers, knights, and priests to the deep mountains and wilderness, living a life where you see the sun rise in the morning but don't know if you can witness it set."

In a country controlled by the church, every magician and apprentice had more or less similar experiences. After hearing Felipe's words, they couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Well, Mr. Professor, do you think Mr. Felipe is right?" Karendia was a little surprised at Lucien's attitude toward the gentle jaw.

"Of course, this is a fact, and there is no need to deny it." Lucien looked broad-minded.

Felipe continued: "You dare not tell your relatives and friends who are their identities. You have no one to share the joy of achievement. The depression in life and the depression and pain of the failure of magic experiments cannot find a partner to vent and share. The status you deserve with your strength will never be obtained openly."

"This kind of life can be said to be sad, without any color. Do you still want to continue living a similar life?"

As if Felipe had hit the pain, a magic apprentice couldn't help but whisper: "I don't want it, I don't want it at all!"

His reaction spread like a chain, and the answers "don't want" spread throughout the hall.

Lucien didn't say anything this time, just looked at Felipe quietly: "If this guy tells the information I want to know in public, then I won't have a waste of time."

Tess, Quentin, Sidney and Ceci all heard Felipe’s implicit meaning. After a look at each other, Ceci said, “Mr. Felipe, if there is no way to live like this, I don’t think anyone would choose. But can we get rid of such a life? Can the Continental Magic Council help us?”

Felipe finally showed a softer smile on his pale face: "Yes, I'm here to help everyone. In several countries where the Magical Council of the Mainland is located, magicians can move openly and can feel at ease and boldly meditate and learn magic in their homes and laboratories without worrying about the church's arrest. Not only that, those kingdoms also allow formal magicians to become members of the city council of their city, equivalent to the status of a lord. And if you have enough strength and prestige to become members of the Royal Court, it is equivalent to the House of Lords, that is, members of the House of Lords."

"It can be like this?!" Such a description completely exceeded the imagination of necromancers and apprentices. Except for Lucien, they all believed that the Continental Magic Council was a hidden organization. Although there must be many resources to protect magicians and apprentices, it is essentially similar to the shameful cult. However, from Felipe's words, they seemed to hear that the status of a magician was close to the "park" on earth in the ancient magic empire!

The noise sounded, and the mage and the apprentice were talking excitedly.

At this time, Felipe reached out and made a downward movement to calm everyone: "More importantly, at the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council, as long as you have enough ability, you can fairly obtain different levels of meditation, various materials, magic and objects. You can also learn arcane and the latest achievements of magic research only by your own knowledge rather than other external factors. Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to go to the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council?"

"Of course I do." Many magic apprentices have already answered with excitement, while the official mages calmed down from their excitement and reverie, muttering in their hearts: "What does Felipe want us to do?"

Such a good place and such a great environment, Felipe is obviously not a good person with noble moral standards that makes people ashamed of themselves. So why should he voluntarily send everyone to the headquarters of the Magic Council?

Of course, there must be some requirements when giving. The gentlemen who can become formal magicians in a harsh living environment are not innocent and kind children, and they are a little alert while being happy.

As the leading necromancer, Sisi coughed: "Mr. Felipe, I can answer on behalf of everyone. Everyone undoubtedly wants to go to the headquarters of the Magic Council, but I want to ask you to understand and tell everyone, what do you need us to do?"

Felipe saw someone bringing up this topic and nodded with satisfaction: "The church blocks the way to the headquarters of the Magical Council, so it takes a certain price to lead everyone to break through the blockade."

He stopped at a certain time and turned to another thing: "Since the ancient magic empire, there have been conflicts and hostility among the eight factions due to their own expertise. Even in the magical councils where the factions have added several more, such struggles seem to show no sign of stopping. Therefore, unity and unity are the best way to survive and obtain a better environment."

"I am at the "Pale Hand" established by the great arcane "Master of the Dead" Vicente Miranda and the legendary magician "Demigod Lich" Congs, who have integrated many necromancer organizations. You are all necromancers, and joining the "Pale Hand" is the most appropriate and most appropriate choice."

Lucien listened expectantly, but when he heard this, he suddenly thought with embarrassment: "Why do you feel like a pyramid selling..."

The mages and apprentices here do not know the title of the great arcane, but the legendary magicians can still shock them. Tess, who is ordinary in appearance, stepped forward and took a step: "If there is really a legendary magician, I will definitely be willing to join the 'Pale Hand'. But what do we need to do after joining?"

Even if he was excited, Tess, who grew up in this harsh environment, did not forget other things.

Felipe nodded in agreement with Tess, who was the first to stand out: "After joining the Pale Hand, you will be given a magic item of the corresponding level; there will be a powerful and knowledgeable magic teacher to guide you to integrate you from the ancient magic system into the current magic system as soon as possible; and we will not possess any gains from your adventures and publishing papers. The only requirement for you is that when the organization has needs, tasks, and arrangements, you cannot refuse, you will be rewarded, and if you fail, you will be punished accordingly."

"It's becoming more and more like a pyramid scheme..." Lucien, who was waiting for Felipe to reveal his contacts, thought boredly.

Even if Felipe speaks it so heart-warmingly or tactfully, the two words "can't be shirkable" still make the necromancer and the apprentices wake up.

"Sure enough, there has never been a good thing about pie falling from the sky."

Sisi asked cautiously: "What happens if he doesn't accept the task?"

"If you are a high-level magician, you will not accept the task to pay fines or choose alternative tasks depending on the situation. If you are below the high-level, it depends on the importance of the task itself, from fines, physical punishments, mental punishments, etc. to death." Felipe did not hide it, and his eyes answered slightly coldly, "According to the latest arcane theory, energy is conserved, so if you want to get anything in the world, you must pay a certain price. You can make your own choice."

"Of course, due to the number of people, we will only bring to the headquarters of the Magic Council. For the apprentices, as long as we sign a magic contract, I will leave some books and materials to help you grow to the magic rank as soon as possible. In the future, there will be a regular envoy to pick you up every year."

Originally, due to Felipe's explanation of "not being able to shirk", after hearing that he had no chance to go to the headquarters of the Magic Council, most of the apprentices did not feel disappointed, but his words later made many people who were struggling in the advanced magic apprenticeship stage and unable to break through see hope and became ready to move. After all, the task of "not being able to shirk" may not necessarily die!

After Felipe finished speaking, he did not look at the necromancer and the magic apprentices, but stared at Lucien, because this time was a good opportunity for him to destroy the "pale hand" and attract such "fresh blood"!

PS: Demigod Lich Congs is an easter egg, just like Pale Justice, anyone knows it? (To be continued. Please search for Piao Tianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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