Chapter 53: The Professor's Resonant Hand (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  This morning on the way to work, just turned on the computer and lost power, had to sneak out again, ran back home to update, a bit late, sorry about that. Also, I think last week's push ranking

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  In the suffocating and unbearable black night, several magic apprentices wearing black hooded robes, who would be considered evil and mysterious figures if seen by people, deliberately chose to walk in the shadows of houses. Even when they occasionally encountered drunkards on the road, they were ignored and let go.

  But Lucien and the others did not become complacent, for in the darkness there were also the night watchmen of the Church Tribunal, who often prowled like greedy vultures in every corner of the black night, chasing the scent of blood and carrion. The black gloves they wore on their hands were the nightmare source of every magician and magic apprentice in Altor.

  "Professor, it's right here in this house." Ten minutes later, as they were about to leave the disorderly and complexly constructed Adrien district with its dirty alleys everywhere, when they reached the gate leading to the noble district, the sage stopped and pointed at a common dilapidated house surrounded by many other ordinary houses.

  For the sage, whether it was white honey or Smeyer, they were both relatively trusted, and each cast their own scouting magic to check the situation of the house and its surroundings. After confirming that it was safe, they followed the sage inside. Lucien saw that the scouting magic used by them included all the scouting magic he knew except for "Bat's Scream", so he gave up on checking and only sensed with his spiritual power. After all, the drawback of "Bat's Scream" lay in its inability to scout out the situation inside a house.

  Inside the dilapidated house, cobwebs were everywhere, and it looked like no one had lived there for a long time. The sage walked towards the bedroom while casually saying, "In the past, beggars would come here to spend the night, but in recent months, all of Altor's beggars have disappeared for some reason."

  Lucien and White Sugar didn't speak up, but Smeyer said something strange: "Why do beggars disappear? What can they do?"

  "It's said to be related to the evil creature." The sage replied in a calm tone, as if he had heard some inside information. Meanwhile, Lucien and White Sugar remained silent.

  Entering the bedroom, Xianzhe moved away the broken box and used corresponding magic to dispel the hidden magical trap, opening the entrance.

  A gust of cool wind blew out from inside, but it didn't carry any stench or stale air, as if this secret passage was frequently used.

  "Could it be that the noble is from the aristocratic district and often uses this secret path to attend clandestine gatherings in Adrien District?" This was what Lucien, Blancmange and others were thinking, but no one would be foolish enough to ask.

  After inspection, under the leadership of the wise man, several magic apprentices entered the secret passage one after another and closed the entrance on this side.

  The path was very smooth, planted with the kind of glowing moss that grew in the sewers, a cold and eerie fluorescence that made one's heart feel fear and tremble.

  Lucien and others noticed that every ten meters, a "Micro Fossilization" magic array was set up above the sewer.

  This simplified magic circle can be activated by anyone using spiritual power.

  Feeling the puzzled gaze of Professor, White Sugar and Owl, Xianzhe smiled and explained: "This is set up to destroy the secret passage in case of emergency, so that it won't be discovered by others."

  "I appreciate your prudence and caution." Lucien praised the Sage with a hoarse, unpleasant voice and an attitude befitting his powerful professorial status.

  Ba Mi T'ang also smiled and said: "I feel much more at ease now."

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  Ten minutes later, in a dark corner of the aristocratic district, under the cover of many tall trees, Lucien and others crawled out one by one. Under the leadership of the sage who was familiar with this place, they quickly found the old-fashioned three-story villa of Baron Laurent, which looked desolate and eerie, covered with ivy, like a haunted house.

  Outside the iron gate of the villa's wall, a soldier stood guard. He wore only ordinary leather armor, unlike the soldiers guarding the gates of other noble villas on the road Lucien had come from, who were clad in silver-gray plate armor, which proved Lord Laurent's decline from another aspect.

  Smail surveyed the surrounding environment and made a suggestion: "It's very remote here, and there is only one gatekeeper soldier. Why don't we just go in directly? Professor, what do you think?"

  "Just don't make a big scene." Lucien nodded at Smythe to give it a try.

  The sage, whose face was hidden by a black hood, stepped forward before Smiley and said in an aged voice with a hint of laughter: "This kind of thing is better left to this astrology apprentice, don't you think, Professor?"

  Lucien let out a gloomy laugh: "Right, professional matters should be left to professionals to handle."

  Although they were not quite used to Professor's word and grammar habits, Baimitang, Xianzhe and others understood the meaning and nodded in agreement.

  "Since Professor has already made up his mind, Smiley could only spread out his hands: 'Then I'll cooperate with you, Sage,'"

  Luc stood awkwardly outside the gate of Baron Laurent's villa, yawning from time to time, silently complaining about Baron Laurent in his heart: "Holding a ball every few days is really propping up the noble face. Humph, only giving us soldiers who are loyal to the Laurent family ten silver nails a month, my dad and grandpa were twenty silver nails when they were under the old baron."

  Complaining and confronting sleep, Luke suddenly heard the owl hooting, being chilled and intimidated by that humming sound, couldn't help but turn his head to look over, cursing: "Still not going to catch your mouse, don't be slow like my sixty-year-old grandmother."

  In the pitch-black darkness, Luke couldn't see anything, but when he turned around, he found a mysterious figure standing ten or so steps away, shrouded in a black robe that inspired fear and dread.

  A huge fear struck Luke's heart, he was about to shout out loud, but saw that mysterious black-robed figure, slightly raising his head and staring at his own eyes.

  In the shadow of the hood, this mysterious and terrifying figure in black robes had a nose, mouth, and cheeks that were all blurry, but those eyes were as clear as if they were right in front of you.

  In the deep and dark pupils, countless twinkling lights emerge, so complex, so dreamy, like the stars in the night sky.

  "Stardust..." Looking into these eyes, Luke's face was first perplexed, then quickly relaxed, feeling that the other person was someone he trusted and respected the most.

  The sage saw that Luke had been put to sleep by the "Starry Eye", walked in front of him, and said in a calm, aged voice: "We are here to attend the Baron's ball, open the door and let us in, speak softly, don't wake up others."

  "Respecting your wishes is what I should do." Luke turned around and slowly opened the door a crack.

  Then Lucien, Sage, White Sugar and Smiley carefully passed through the gate and walked towards the pitch-black villa.

  After they went in, Luke didn't close the big door, but instead turned around, standing upright and guarding with an unprecedented seriousness and enthusiasm, as if there was a raging fire burning inside him, wanting to do more for that gentleman.

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  The wooden door of the villa was tightly locked, and the windows were covered with thick curtains, not allowing a single ray of light to escape. The hall was filled with a strong, lustful atmosphere, with men's gasps, women's moans, fragrances, body odors, and bodily fluids mixing together in a strange, blood-boiling scent that permeated every corner of the air.

  On the sofa, on the carpet, on the coffee table, there were pairs of men and women, men and men, women and women entwined, moving, some completely naked, revealing smooth white bodies, others with their skirts pushed up to their waists, tops open, clothes disheveled as they hastily coupled.

  In this lustful and chaotic environment that makes people irresistible to indulge and fall, there are some who are completely different from them, oblivious to the beautiful flesh and the crazy atmosphere.

  In the center of the hall, on a simply decorated altar, stood a middle-aged man wearing a silver robe, his hands raised high and eyes closed, with an expression of fervent and frenzied devotion, as if he were listening to the urgent whispers and at the same time seemed to be listening to teachings from the void.

  That lewd and strange aura slowly drifted onto the altar, and with the silver-white pattern of the middle-aged man's feet as the center, a thread of silver lines shone brightly, concentrating these lewd auras behind the middle-aged man. As it grew thicker, a colorless mass condensed into a pinkish-black gas. This gas churned and twisted, slowly transforming into a tall, majestic virtual shadow with two horns on its head.

  "Are you ready? I shall grant you my power."

  That shadow suddenly spoke up.

  A middle-aged man, namely Baron Laurent, responded wildly: "Great Silver-White Lord, eternal silence, I have dedicated my soul to you. Let the 'angel' you sent merge into my blood and ignite my power!"

  A transparent shadow, its appearance unclear, slowly drew closer and adhered to the back of Baron Laurent, gradually merging with him.

  Baron Laurent's face contorted in agony, clearly merging with the Shadowforce was not a pleasant experience, but this pain was quickly suppressed by fervor, only the corners of his eyes seemed to be flashing with crystal light.

  The exterior has been set up with many magical traps, and now no one can stop me from accepting the power granted by the great Silver White Lord to restore my family's glory.

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  Outside the villa, as magic apprentices, Lucien and others did not rashly rush in, but instead investigated magical traps, hidden magical arrays, etc.

  "Professor, there are many magical traps and even a magic array. We'll need half an hour to dismantle them quietly." The sage said his judgment.

  Bai Mitsuba, who seemed to have a magical item that could sense the presence of evil creatures, said in a slightly flustered tone: "We're a bit late, the demonic aura has already appeared. In about ten minutes, it will fully materialize and we must charge in directly, without taking the time to carefully disable the magic arrays and traps."

  "We can just barge in, dispel the magic traps, we don't have much spiritual power left anyway." Smir looked at Lucien, "Professor, I can only ask you to take action now. Only a powerful person like you can quickly and simply dispel these magic traps and arrays."

  Due to the caution of the magic apprentices along the way, a huge change occurred. Xianzhe, White Honey and Smayle looked at Lucien, although they didn't say anything, but countless thoughts appeared in their minds:

  "My magical amulet can only destroy that one magic circle, but there are so many magical traps, must Professor really take action?"

  Is Professor Dumbledore really a magician?

  How powerful is Professor's strength?

  If Professor is not a formal magician, will he stop attending gatherings in the future because he's afraid of White Sugar teacher?

  "With a gaze that conveyed complex emotions of concern, doubt, and expectation, Lucien, who had been quietly standing by the side, seemingly calculating something, put on a cold smile and said: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it quickly. They will lose their effect soon. You all get ready.""

  Professor, you're so confident...

  In this strange atmosphere, Lucien approached the villa, his hands stretched out and pressed against the wall, then his mouth opened again to utter a silent incantation.

  One wave after another of invisible ripples spread out from Lucien's hands, transmitted to the walls and fed back, causing the subsequent waves to change gradually.

  Lucien, dressed in a black robe with his face hidden by a hood, stood quietly against the wall of the villa. Nothing seemed to have happened, but Sage and White Sugar exchanged glances, sensing each other's confusion.

  What is Professor doing?

  Suddenly, Ba Mi felt a slight tremble on the ground and asked strangely: "Are you shaking?"

  "Isn't it you?" The wise man replied strangely too.

  "Look, the villa is shaking!" exclaimed Smiley, pointing at the villa in surprise.

  Bai Mitsuba and Kenja immediately looked over, only to see a three-story old-fashioned villa shaking back and forth in front of them, becoming more and more intense, more and more fierce, with the sound of glass and walls crashing.

  "Earthquake?"

  "No, the ground is shaking very slightly, it's the villa itself that's swaying!"

  "Could it be Professor?!?"

  Exchanging opinions in a brief moment, White Honey Sugar looked at Professor with a mixture of surprise and fear, who had his hands on the wall to stabilize himself as the villa shook: "The villa looks like it's going to collapse! What kind of magic is this?!"

  "I saw in the magic book that even a third-circle fireball spell would require more than ten to blow up a villa without magical protection." The wise man looked at the villa, which was shaking and seemed about to collapse at any moment, as well as Professor who appeared increasingly mysterious and powerful in front of it.

  Smael was completely stunned, this kind of magic that could directly demolish a villa, he had never seen before, muttered to himself: "As long as the villa collapses, the magic traps and arrays are useless, Professor really didn't lie."

  "What did Master Dororo see?!" exclaimed Owl Dororo, perched on Smiley's shoulder.

  In the distance, a black crow on a tree, who knows when it followed up again, slipped its foot and almost fell from the branch. A surprised voice came out of its mouth: "What kind of magic is this?!"

  Apprentice-level magic "Professor's Resonant Hand", calculates the inherent frequency, creates resonance to destroy buildings, best at destroying bridges!