Throne of Magical Arcana - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: The Invitation

"My lord… If you’re interested in my information, I beg you pardon me, please." Chris almost burst into tears.

"I… I got an invitation the other day," stammered Chris.

"I stole… I stole the invitation," Chris corrected himself awkwardly, but he then explained hurriedly, "It looks like an invitation for a gathering of black sorcerers."

"My lord… It is a gathering of black sorcerers of low rank, and it’s a great chance for any knight to establish a great, heroic feat."

Under Lucien’s watch, Chris took out a small piece of neatly folded paper from his pocket.
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Lucien took the piece of paper and unfolded it with his left hand. Only with a short glance, he registered the invitation in his spiritual library:

No salutation, no signature. It was a strange invitation. However, it sparked off Lucien’s great interest as a sorcerer himself.

Listening to Chris’s words, Lucien was quite certain that the traveler was a sorcerer apprentice.

"Yes… that’s right, my lord," answered Chris obediently.

"I’m a rogue walking in darkness and shadow. If the Church found out, I would be sentenced to death on the gallows," Chris honestly answered. "And I know nothing about this castle. In fact, I mentioned the name of the castle to people a couple of times in Korsor in the Adventurers’ Association and the Rogue Guild, but no one ever heard of this place before. I guess… My guess is that it’s a code among the black sorcerers. Well… that’s how we rogues do it."

"I see. Did you ever tell this to anyone else?" A gentle smile appeared on Lucien’s face.

Lucien nodded, "Good job."

Although Lucien did not think he would be able to find the so-called Carendia Castle, he did not want to leave any risk here for himself, just in case, especially because he did not trust Chris at all. Who knew whether this rogue would sell this information to someone else afterwards.

Chris’s body hit the wood floor of the coach and made a thud.

Although his voice was low, Betty was still taken aback.

Then Betty stood up and walked toward the coach, and at this time, what was mentioned once by Joanna and Simon suddenly occurred to her: it was not uncommon to have some clients who would ask for some "extra" services if his female guard was good-looking or had a nice figure. If the client was generous enough and was not annoying to the guard, some of them, who were quite open-minded about sex, would be willing to have an intimate relationship with their clients. After all, they also had physiological needs, and there would be a decent amount of money for them.

When Betty was considering how to refuse Mr. Evans, the young lord said to her calmly, "A thief sneaked into the coach."

"I think so," Lucien answered in a plain tone.

"Yes." Lucien smiled, "He was trying to steal my sword, and he failed. I woke up during the process and killed him."

"Mr. Evans, you’re stronger than I thought," said Betty. She now believed that this young noble man sitting in front of her should be about the level of a high level knight squire.

"Of course, this is my fault… I should apologize for letting a thief sneak into your coach." Betty lowered her head, and then looked at Lucien again with her big eyes, "…Mr. Evans, can you keep this as a secret from my sister and Simon? She would be quite disappointed and mad if she got to know that I was not doing a good job at protecting our client."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Evans!" Betty was very grateful, since this kind of fault could be very bad for their safeguarding record in the Adventurers’ Association if the client decided to complain to the organization.

"Wait a second, Betty." Lucien asked, "Did you ever hear about a castle named Carendia?"

"I see." Lucien nodded with a bit disappointment.

In the following morning, although the other people, including the two bards, were quite surprised that Chris left the campsite without telling anyone, no one really cared. On the other hand, Betty, who felt rather grateful to Lucien for keeping her secret, was now showing more respect and enthusiasm toward him.

Both roads could lead them to Korsor, although the northward one was way less busy, but also more bumpy.