Mage's Secret

When Traphael reappeared, he was already in the garden of the rich merchant Harold.Unlike when he was preparing, he appeared here quietly, like a small ripple in the dark night and then quickly returned to calm, even the wild cats resting in the garden were not disturbed.

This is a one-time one-way teleportation array. Although it can't cover up the magic fluctuations when casting spells and can't pass through the defensive barrier, it is suitable for sneaking into areas where there are only ordinary people, and it is quite easy to use.

Standing in the garden, you can see the brightly lit mansion not far away, and through the composite windows, you can see the figures passing by in the corridor, which are the servants busy for Harold's trip.

Traphael waved his staff and whispered a spell, his body gradually became transparent until finally completely disappeared in the darkness.This is the invisibility technique he derived independently through the magic principle of the demon world. Although the final effect is the same as what Murphy cast, it is probably due to the reason of race. It takes a while to get completely invisible.

Using the invisibility technique, Traphael walked lightly, easily bypassed the patrolling guards, and slipped into this luxurious and vulgar house through the gate where servants kept coming in and out.

Under the feet is a dark yellow soft blanket. Traphael guessed that it should have a golden color under the sunlight, but at night, under the light of candles and torches, it appears more golden. The color is close to the earth.

The air is filled with a rich and pungent mixed incense aroma, fragrant wood, miscanthus, and niffin flower fruit, and Traphael can barely identify a few of them.He had to cover his nose with his sleeve so that he could suppress the sneezing desire. At this moment, he somewhat admired the calm-faced servants who could still breathe through the nasal passages.

Every few windows on the wall are hung with completely inconsistent styles of paintings. Even if Traphale has never been involved in the field of art, he can deeply feel Harold's bad taste.

Following behind the servants carrying clothes and spices, he soon found Harold's room.

Harold was choosing his attire for the banquet under the service of several maids.

There are thick carpets with gorgeous patterns on the floor, decorative swords and animal heads are hung on the walls, and the fire in the fireplace is burning vigorously, making the temperature in the room much higher than the already warm corridor of the mansion.The big bed leaning against the east wall of the room was hung with thick curtains, and the maid beside Harold had a graceful figure.

This luxurious room evokes some unpleasant memories in Traphael. As soon as those fragments of memories emerged in his mind, he quickly controlled himself from thinking about other things, but his expression was still unconscious sank.

A slow upstart, this is how many people evaluate Harold.It has to be said that this definition is quite accurate. When 90.00% of the rich merchants and nobles in the city are already in the carriage, and a small part may have arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, Harold has not even put on his own clothes.However, Traphael felt that this characteristic of Harold was not bad, at least it was convenient for him to carry out his own plan at this time.

Unlike most wealthy businessmen in people's impressions, Harold didn't have that kind of round belly that could block the sight of looking down at his feet.Maybe it's because of excessive indulgence, his pale complexion has a sallow color, and his figure is as thin as a moving skeleton, which is a bit in line with the aesthetics of the aristocrats nowadays - except for his attire.

He put on the clothes and robes embroidered with gold thread patterns one by one, as if he only chose the style he liked, and didn't care whether it matched well or not.Those clothes that are only gorgeous and elegant are piled up in layers, making them look vulgar and messy.

Traphael was suddenly a little worried about whether he could put on these complicated clothes quickly by himself. Of course, it might take some courage to put on this kind of clothes to go out, but fortunately, he didn't need to use his true colors to appear in public. occasion.

Seeing that the clothes were about to be put on, Harold was already looking at the shiny accessories, and Traphael knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He walked up behind Harold, held out his staff towards Harold, the gem rested three inches from the back of his head, and began to chant the incantation.

The mage's mouth kept opening and closing, but there was no sound, even so the pale green gemstone began to glow.The light flowing in the gem gradually became darker as the spell became more and more complete, and the original pure light green light turned into a strange dark green.At the same time, Harold's critical gaze slowly became hollow, his expression went blank for a moment, and the hand that turned the ornaments on the silver plate also paused.

But soon, before the servant started to feel something was wrong, he came back to his senses, withdrew the hand on the silver plate, then waved it and ordered: "You guys, go out first."

Although the servants felt puzzled, none of them dared to ask or disobey his orders.So they lowered their heads and left the room one after another holding the plates in a humble posture.

As the servant left, Harold's expression became blank again, when Traphael's figure appeared behind him.

Traphael's face was a little pale. This was the first time he used this spell, and the result was obvious—very successful.This is the power of black magic, no doubt about it.Such a result was exactly what he hoped to see, but there was no joy in his heart.He looked down at his hands, those hands that were always steady were trembling slightly at this moment - he felt that he was falling, and the darkness was spreading in his body, and would eventually swallow him completely.

It frightened him, and he thought of the city of the dead in the wilderness, and from his staff was now wrought the same evil power of that terrible calamity that had claimed so many lives.Such an association immediately filled his heart with a sense of guilt, as if he had also become the heir of the black-robed mage whose hands were stained with sin.And the fact is the same, strictly speaking, he should also be put on a black robe, and then be rejected by the world - this is what he fears the most.

Traphael has always thought that he is not a cowardly person-at least when he has power, he tries not to be afraid of anything anymore, but he can't stop being afraid, imagining himself becoming nothing again, which makes him over and over again. Waking up from a deep sleep once.

Whenever at this time, he would think of Yadunis's perfect, abyss-like eyes that could contain everything.So this time he also meditated in his heart, the evil is not the power itself, but the people who use the power.Holding the staff tightly, he repeated this sentence several times before he felt the power return to his body again.

His palms were covered with sweat, the cold liquid robbing him of warmth, and he wiped them dry on his cloak.

There was no time to calm down his mood, and he quickly began to strip those gorgeous and vulgar clothes off Harold's body, and cast a spell to put the naked rich merchant into a deep sleep, and put him to sleep. Tucked under the bed.Harold remained motionless during this time, like a lifeless puppet.

Putting on those clothes is not an easy task, but at least it is easier than solving academic problems or finding new theories.After a while, Traphael completely changed into the appearance of this vulgar nouveau riche.

He cast a spell on his throat so that his tone would be closer to that of the upstart himself, then he put the staff back into the space, called all the servants who had just been sent in, and continued to say hello. The unfinished work of selecting ornaments.

He wasn't very good at picking out ornaments, and Harold wasn't really that good either, so he just pretended to be picky, and picked out random pieces for the servants to put on for him.

Soon he finished dressing, walked out of the house, and was helped by the servants into the carriage that had been prepared long ago.

No one noticed anything amiss, the driver flicked his horsewhip, and the carriage drove out of Harold's manor smoothly and headed towards the very center of the city.

Traphael sat silently in the comfortable carriage, the sound of wheels turning filled his ears, his hands were clasped on his knees, as if he was still holding his cherry wood staff that he rarely left his body , which can make him calm down quickly.

Leaving the thick night and the faint light of street lamps behind, the carriage soon arrived at the destination, and the open gate of the City Lord's Mansion was right in front of them. The guards crossed their spears and stopped the carriage.The entourage sitting outside the carriage handed over the invitation letter and name card, and the guards let them go after only one glance.

Entering the City Lord's Mansion, Bi Raphael's imagination went smoothly, but he didn't feel relieved, the real troubles had just begun.

The carriage finally stopped at the entrance of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, among the many carriages depicting different family crests. Traphael got off the carriage with the support of his followers. He looked at the brightly lit hall, singing and dancing, and thanked Murphy at this time There hasn't been any big commotion yet, but how can we find Murphy and bring him back smoothly?His heart gradually lifted again.

He took his arm out of the hands of his entourage, and walked into the hall step by step. The entourage bent over and stayed at the door, waiting for his summons at any time.

As soon as he entered the hall, he was immediately surrounded by noise from all directions.At this time, the solemn hall of the City Lord's Mansion has become an excellent social place for the upper class. With fine wine, delicacies, and exaggerated costumes, everyone's eyes are shining with either flattery or contempt and calculation, but after turning around, All covered up, with only a reserved smile, they exchanged pleasantries full of distance.

The mage had participated in this kind of banquet several times, but no matter how many times he came, he thought he could not adapt to such an environment at all.But no matter what, the first step, sneaking into the City Lord's Mansion, was finally successfully completed.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_The plot has finally taken another step... Originally, I wanted to write a small theater to put the author's words in the long-term update benefits, but my coding speed is too impressive Broken is still not finished in the end, maybe it will be available in the next update, um.