Throne of Magical Arcana

Seeing Sophia laughing and trembling, the elegant lace swaying, the eyes of the other "ambitious" noble children turned unfriendly, and looked at Lucien with a little jealousy mixed with deep doubts. What secret did he tell? , can make Her Royal Highness laugh so happily?

You must know that although Princess Sophia has a lively personality, she is an official member of the royal family who has been taught good court etiquette. She is a model of a true lady and a symbol of elegance that Jocelyn and other noble girls try to imitate. Voice.

Sophia, who realized that she was a little rude, raised her right hand to cover her mouth. After a few seconds of calm, she blinked her green and clear eyes with a smile: "Borak, um, you are an interesting person, you are more interesting than me. I thought it was funnier than before.”

The time when Sophia, who was not too old, was active in social occasions happened to be the days when Borak was frustrated. Facing the elegant, beautiful and powerful princess, he only had a deep inferiority complex and never dared to take a step closer, even if he wanted to rely on marriage. To consolidate his position, but how can a noble princess like him, a loser who is almost unqualified to fight for the position of heir, be able to impress her?

Therefore, Sophia's impression of Borak is only gloomy, taciturn, and has no hope of becoming the Duke of Plantagenet.

And Lucien thought it was normal for Borak to fight back when he was provoked by Alten when his confidence in "just becoming an official knight" was inflated, so he stood up and used a little trick to make Sophia laugh.

"Thank you, Princess, for your compliment." Lucien exaggeratedly saluted a gentleman.

At this time, the lips of the old nun behind Sophia who seemed to be in her sixties suddenly moved insignificantly. If Lucien hadn't had a strong soul, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Sophia's already restrained smile spread out again, her hands grabbed the hem of the skirt, her white and slender neck stretched forward, and under the eyes of everyone, she leaned into Lucien's ear, exhaling a warm and sweet breath: "You are better than these Aristocrats who only know how to enjoy, only know luxury, only know how to fight, and don’t understand humor at all are much more interesting, I hope you won’t be assimilated by them.”

Appreciation was within the normal range before, but the current state is suddenly ambiguous, and Lucien is a suspicious person, and the friendship with Natasha, John and others is also after a long time of contact and common experience. After a lot of things, I gradually let go of my defenses, so I was not overwhelmed by Princess Sophia's favor, and I felt strange in my heart, why did I show such enthusiasm all of a sudden?

Love at first sight can't be like this, can it?

To put it simply, Borak, who is just "little humorous", does not yet have the strength of a knight, and does not know the art of elegance. He is not yet qualified to be loved at first sight, and at least he will make some good impressions.

There must be a reason behind the abnormality of things, what could it be? The old nanny told Sophia that she had the strength of a knight, so she wanted to intervene in the major changes in the successor of the Plantagenet family, so that the royal family could have a deeper control over the Plantagenet family?

Countless doubts surged up in Lucien's heart, but on the surface, his face was slightly flushed, and he was quite emotional. While nodding his head heavily, he turned his head and whispered in Sophia's ear: "Your Highness, I will maintain my own characteristics. , will not let you down."

Lucien's attitude was so standard, sincere and flattered, but when he spoke, his breathing was deliberately heavy, letting his scorching breath spray on Sophia's small and white earlobes, and then seeing her trembling slightly, her neck and ears were quickly dyed. There was a layer of blush, and the brows furrowed and then relaxed.

"Well, no matter what the reason is, I won't be interested in Borak." Lucien judged coldly in his heart, but he had competed with countless "actor kings" and "actor queen" level "powerhouses" before. My character, little girl, you are still too immature, you need to be tutored by a "professor" for a few more years.

No matter what Lucien thinks about this matter, there are already a few murderous eyes from the surrounding noble children, and more eyes are also developing in an unfriendly direction. The two of them are acting too ambiguous!

Sophia lowered her skirt and tried for a long time to make her smile look "sincere": "It's a pleasure to know you again, Borak."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Deni at the speed that "Borak" had no time to answer: "I have something to ask you."

"Then let's go to the dressing room." Deni squeezed his orchid finger and swayed to the other side of the hall. He also wanted to know what secret Bollak had told that could make Sophia look so friendly and lively in reality. The proud and conservative girl suddenly became so happy and enthusiastic.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, "chasing" Sophia's swaying figure with slightly quick steps, Lucien suddenly felt a substantial burning on his cheek.

Turning his gaze, Lucien saw the old nun in the long black dress staring at him indifferently and coldly.

With a smile, Lucien nodded in "greetings" and received even colder gazes.

After Princess Sophia left temporarily, the noble children dispersed in circles, and Lucien's side suddenly became deserted.

Even if someone spoke a few words to him, it was meaningless and perfunctory. Compared with the bustling crowd around Alten and their eager chat and laughter, it fully explained what is high-spirited and what is frustrated.

Picking up a glass of golden rum that Borak likes, Lucien tried his best to look disdainful and disappointed.

"Borak, you've changed a lot during this time." Just after taking a sip of the wine, a soft female voice came from the side. It was the tall, plump Jocelyn with delicate features.

Lucien looked back at Alten and saw that he was surrounded by a group of noble children talking and laughing happily in the middle of the hall, so he smiled and said: "When things are already in desperation, you must know how to change, only change can bring new hope. I have nothing left to lose, and changing myself can never be so bad."

Vague and with a bit of resentment that couldn't be overcome, Lucien was quite satisfied with his performance of this passage.

"If, I mean, if you were like this last year, then I wouldn't..." Jocelyn sighed, and left with two glasses of red wine before finishing her sentence. .

Lucien shook the cup containing the golden rum, watched the golden liquid inside reflect fine rays, and sighed in his heart: "Unfortunately, I am not Borak. If it were him, after hearing these words, When you get to the underground palace, even if you have the strength, you may not be willing to hurt you." He didn't care whether Jocelyn felt sad or not, anyway, when he got to the underground palace, he could do whatever he wanted.

Lucien picked up his wine glass and strolled in the banquet hall, when he suddenly saw a blond beauty in a black yarn evening gown coming from the opposite side. Her eyes were blue and deep, and she was somewhat similar to Borak in outline.

"Dear cousin, I'm very relieved to see you recovering." The beautiful woman raised her glass and touched Lucien.

Lucien smiled plainly: "Claire, I thought you would be relieved that there was one less opponent."

This is another strong contender for the heir, Claire Van Anjou, Borak's cousin, a formal knight.

Since the rank of knights has nothing to do with men and women, in most human countries, women, especially female knights, have formal inheritance rights.

"No, without you, Borak, I will be targeted by Alten. I am not his opponent." Claire smiled and looked at Lucien, tall and slender, very graceful, "and he is too If he wins, it will be bad for all of us. Although the empire does not have the winner-take-all rule of Shahran, I am worried that he will make small moves. In comparison, I would rather you get the title of Earl of Golden Eyes."

"What do you want to say?" Lucien said with a smile, "everything is under control".

Claire's smile became charming: "Let's unite with each other's forces and teach Alten a hard lesson in the underground palace, get rid of this biggest danger, and then rely on our own strengths, how about it?"

"Very happy." Lucien replied imitating Borak's tone, without mentioning what happened after Alten was removed.

Seeing that Lucien didn't seem to care about the subsequent fight, Claire's heart sank. Did he really have an adventure? Sure enough?

On the surface, she didn't show any timidity at all. When she raised her glass and wiped away, she stretched out her left hand and held Lucien's left hand. She gently scratched her palm with her fingers, and her voice suddenly became hoarse and sexy: "It doesn't matter who we win in the end, Nothing prevents us from having a great night."

"Claire..." Lucien was a little stunned.

Claire smiled coquettishly: "Stop being prudish, Borak, you won't even let go of your father's mistress, what is a cousin? And it's not that we can't get married, as long as you can stimulate the blood of the sun."

The Sun's bloodline is a special bloodline that requires the purer and better, so it is common for close relatives to marry and give birth to offspring. For example, the Rafaty family in the Violet Principality is like this, and there are similar situations in the Plantagenet family.

After leaving Lucien, the smile on Claire's face gradually disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Lucien looked at her back, smiled and shook his head. Although he didn't know what she was thinking, he was definitely different from what they wanted.

After walking another half circle, when they turned to the balcony, a blond man suddenly walked over and motioned for Lucien to talk on the balcony.

"Relph? What's the matter?" Lucien asked helplessly. This is another heir candidate, Ralph of the Plantagenet family, a handsome man whose blood has not yet been stimulated.

Blowing the cold night wind, Ralph's face was gloomy with excitement: "Borak, I want to cooperate with you to deal with Alten. He is too powerful. If we don't unite together, we will never see the possibility of defeating him." hope.

"That's good." Lucien still had an "unfathomable" attitude.

"I know your father is the youngest brother of the Duke, he must have left you a lot of supernatural items or potions, don't you think of my cooperation?" Sensing Lucien's attitude, Ralph was a little sensitive, "I have already Inspired the 'Sun' blood!"

"You inspired the sun's blood?" Lucien was slightly surprised.

Ralph looked back at the hall, turned around and said solemnly: "This is my biggest hole card, and I tell you to show my sincerity."

While speaking, a sun-like ray emerged from his finger, confirming his ability to perform magic.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you. Our biggest opponent is Alten, and we can talk about the competition between each other later." Lucien replied to Ralph with Claire's words.

"You are very sober. I will go in first, so I cannot be noticed by Alten." Ralph walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly, and whispered, "Be careful Claire, she seems to be involved with the royal family."

"Understood." Lucien replied solemnly.

As soon as Ralph left, Lucien's expression softened. He didn't seem to be relying on blood power when he cast the magic just now!

A great knight or a mid-level magician may not be able to tell the difference, but as a high-level arcanist, magician, and member of the arcane review committee, if Lucien can't distinguish the difference between mental power casting and bloodline casting at such a close distance , what awaits him will be the terrifying roar of the Storm Master.

"You are also a person with secrets, Ralph."

Lucien smiled and shook his head, but he didn't care too much about it. No matter what means, plans, or schemes they had, when they entered the underground palace, he was the rhythm of beating up children.

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In the study of the Plantagenet family, the old duke with slightly gray hair was carefully looking at the report in his hand.

"Greedy devil...greedy..." The old duke raised his head with a half-smile, and looked at Frederick who had previously protected Borak.

Frederick nodded seriously: "Your Excellency, I have peeked at the parchment and heard it with my own ears."

"En. This time the test of the underground palace, you enter as a hidden protection force, don't let the scene get out of control." The old prince ordered solemnly.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Frederick replied respectfully.

When Frederick left, a man wrapped in a black robe suddenly emerged from the shadow of the old Duke's study: "Why did you send him in? He will favor Borak. Or you changed your mind and wanted Borak to get the inheritance ?”

Hmph, the old prince sneered, his eyes fixed on the word "greedy" in the document.