362 The Change

Chapter 362: The Change

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

In the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, as soon as Lucien pushed the gate open, he saw the leading characters in the Will of Elements who he was familiar with including Morris, Gaston, Florencia, and so on. There were in total about fourteen or fifteen of them here. Some of them did not make it either because they were out of Allyn for their adventures and explorations or they were in the middle of the key stage of their magic study.

"Mr. Evans, you should be safe here. I'll stay outside." Bellak whispered to Lucien.

Lucien slightly nodded and walked in slowly. He smiled and greeted the sorcerers in there, "Morning, Mr. Morris, Mr. Gaston… Very nice to see you, Ms. Florencia…"

"Welcome Mr. Evans, our youngest Review Board member in the history, and also the youngest winner of Holm Crown prize," Morris stood up and introduced Lucien to the rest of the important leaders of the Will of Elements, "and he is also going to win… win… Umm, the Immortal Throne award, which is going to make him the second winner of the award in the Will of Elements! A very promising young man!"

The first arcanist who won Immortal Throne award was Hathaway, who put forward the theory explaining the basic elemental constitution of the human body.

Morris was quite unhappy with the fact that Lucien was going to steal another great sum of money from the organization's pocket by winning another ring. The leading sorcerers present were already very used to it and they even tended to make fun of it. Seeing the look on Morris's face, they murmured Morris' nickname that was given by them—the Silver-grey Miser.

Florencia was amused and also felt a little embarrassed. As a senior-rank sorcerer who was good at real fighting, and as the wife of the grand arcanist, she never worried about getting money or materials. However, for sake of the fact that Morris was her teacher, sometimes she would be on Morris's side when Morris put forward some suggestions to save the budget.

"Lucien, this is our president, Mr. Donald, the member of the Highest Council, and he just came back from the other dimension." Morris introduced Lucien to the elderly man with the mixed black and white hair.

Donald was the typical gentleman sticking to the classic, elegant tradition of the Kingdom of Holm. He was dressing in a rather formal way, and beside him, there was a black top hat and a walking stick. His light blue eyes were neither dull or sharp, but mild and gentle.

Facing the leading sorcerer who had won over the many powerful ninth-circle archmages and one of the members of the Highest Council, Lucien definitely needed to treat Donald very seriously. His titles—a level nine arcanist, a ninth-circle sorcerer, the winner of Holm Crown prize, and so on—could easily make him a dazzling role model.

"It's my great pleasure meeting you, Mr. Donald. I've been very curious about those mysterious dimensions and thus I am always holding my very respect to you and the sorcerers who are able to go there. Can you share with me some of your experiences in the dimension?" said Lucien to Donald very politely and he was trying to build a closer relationship with the president.

Donald's voice was hoarse as if his throat was somehow damaged, "Evans, as the member of Review Board, you have the access to most of the information stored in the senior rank arcana and magic library to know about the dimensions. But, of course, we all know that you're rank on the Cleansing List is rising fast, so I guess you probably do not have the time to read the books and materials."

Florencia grinned. Before Lucien, Donald, the Elements Chaos, ranked no. 53 on the list. Lydia, who had part of the succubus blood, also turned around and looked at Lucien with interest in her dark red eyes.

Before Lucien answered, Donald went on, "There are many types of dimensions, but because we haven't managed to find the newly-born ones, so far we still haven't figured out the reasons of their formation, which maybe involve the deepest secrets of the formation of the world. The two oldest, dangerous and board dimensions are not strange to us—we call them hell and abyss. They are divided into layers just like a magic tower."

Lucien listened to Donald's words carefully, and so did the arcanists and sorcerers around.

"As for the so-called Mountain Paradise by the Church, it remains quite mysterious. Mount Paradise has the most features shared by the dimensions, and the angles in Mount Paradise can be summoned just like how the other creatures could be summoned from the different dimensions. However, just like these missing planets, we have no clue where it is, and thus there is no way to explore it, " said Donald, "and the common dimensions are much smaller than the main word. We can reach the boundary of it beyond which there is darkness chaos. The geographical features, creatures and the ores produced there are also of a single variety. There is a Fire Dimension where the flame is everywhere; A nature dimension where unicorns live… In some dimensions, some planets do exist but no lives can be found on them; There are also Star Tombs where there is no gravity or any light; and also, of course, some worlds like a human society where countries are established."

The name of Fire Dimension came from the ancient magic empire, and the Congress kept it.

When hearing the name - Star Tomb, Lucien recalled the science fiction films that he watched in his last life. It sounded that a star tomb resembled the universe that Lucien knew. But why there was no gravity and light in a star tomb?

"So far the Congress has explored 87 different dimensions and we have control over 11 of them. For the rest of them, some are under the control of the South or the North Church, some have changed hands multiple times between the aborigines and the Church, and some are being controlled by the Dark Parliament or the groups believing in other gods or goddesses. Some, for example, hell and the abyss, are out of our control because we're not powerful enough. The purposes for us to explore the dimensions are to get the precious materials and resources and to find the truth of the world. I went to the star tomb this time trying to figure out if it has anything to do with the unfound planets, but unfortunately, I did not find anything."

After Donald's brief introduction, and when Lucien's curiosity was satisfied, Morris introduced Lucien to the rest of the leading sorcerers and arcanists from the Will of Elements. At this time, the gate of the hall was pushed open again and the grey-haired Raventi walked in. On the black magic robe he was wearing, the periodic table of elements was drawn.

"Alright, since we're all here. We can start our discussion now." Seeing that Raventi sat down in the chair which was quite far from him, Morris was in a pretty good mood.

Lucien slightly nodded to Raventi in order to show his thankfulness. The reason why Raventi was late was that he needed to safeguard the branch of the Will of Elements to secure Lucien's safety while he was using the demiplane.

Raventi did not care. In his eyes, it was just his responsibility.

"The first thing… about… Holm Crown prize…" Morris rubbed his forehead and then said, "The ring for Larry called ionization is ready. Shall we wait until Evans's two rings are ready so we can give the prize together?"

"Together. One ceremony is enough." said Raventi directly, "What is important should be the ring and the honor. Don't waste each other's time."

Raventi had given out the idea, and the rest of the arcanists did not think there was a need to dispute with him. So they all nodded.

"Al… Alright, I personally agree with Raventi's words. What really matters should be the honor, not the prize… So maybe we can just use a level-four or five ring to…" Seeing the angry look on the face of the many arcanists and sorcerers, Morris hurriedly corrected himself, "… I'm just joking… Now let's talk about the name for the two rings for Evans."

The senior arcanists would be really embarrassed if the Will of Elements was going to use a level-four or five ring as the prize.

"It's simple. One named Origin, and the other named Electron, Micro-particle, or Gate." Florencia smiled.

At this time, Lucien, as the winner of the prize, could only remain silent. In order to avoid irritating Morris again and also keep this as his secret weapon, Lucien was planning on submitting the paper on the radiant element next year. This paper could prove that electron was part of the inner structure of an atom and show that elements can be transformed. Therefore, theoretically speaking, the paper had proved one of the highest dreams of the school of Alchemy to be possible, and thus it was definitely worthy of another Holm Crown ring. Following the method used in submitting Miracle Experiment, the paper would be read by Fernando and Cole first and then be sealed.

The school of Alchemy originated from the skills of making magic items and potions in the ancient magic empire. Later, the sorcerers specializing in this field tried to change the properties of the substances fundamentally and tried to turn the common materials into real gold. But it never worked.

After the discussion, the two rings for Lucien were named Electron and the Origin.

Later, the senior members started to discuss some important issues in the Will of Elements. As a new member, Lucien rarely talked but only listened patiently and voted when it was necessary.

According to Lucien's observation, although the atmosphere in the Will of Elements seemed to be quite harmonious, in fact, there were also conflicts: Morris seemed to have some friction with Donald and each of them had some supporters; Gaston and the other two senior-rank arcanists formed their own group and they belonged to neither side; as for Raventi, he did not care about this at all, and he just directly yelled at anyone who he believed was being stupid.

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The meeting ended an hour later.

"Lucien, the Hand of Paleness has decided to confer you Immortal Throne award. They want to ask you whether you prefer an amulet, a necklace, or something else? "

Morris was happy to see the money coming out from some other people's pocket.

Lucien opened the gate of the meeting room for Morris and smiled, "A magic robe is great."

Lucien had Sun's Corona, so it was not ideal for him to have two amulets together.

Morris nodded and put on a bitter smile, "Hope that I won't have to ask you what you want in the future."

Lucien and Morris walked together, chatting, and Bellak caught up with Lucien.

"Mr. Evans, do you want to stay here or go back to Allyn?" whispered Bellak.

"We go back." Lucien smiled. And then he said goodbye to Morris, Gaston, Florencia and the rest of the arcanists.

Florencia stared at Lucien using her green eyes, and said in a pretended unhappy manner, "I was about to discuss with you about the discovery of the new particle."

"We should have a lot of opportunities in the future." Lucien grinned, and then he walked to the gate connecting the demiplane. Raventi was also about to go back to Allyn with Lucien, as he was on duty today.

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At this time, two middle-aged sorcerers happened to walk out from the demiplane warehouse.

They exchanged a look and they saw the deep hatred in each other's eyes.

The black-haired sorcerer pulled the necklace on his neck and murmured something. Then he turned around and walked to the core of the magic tower. The blond-haired sorcerer adjusted his collar and cuffs, and then he walked to the intersection of the two corridors.

It was only a short distance. Soon he arrived at the corridor and saw Lucien.

Meeting Lucien face to face, the blond-haired sorcerer slightly lowered his head and kept walking.

The second when he walked past Lucien, the blond-haired sorcerer lowered his head even deeper in a seemingly respectful way. However, the smile on his face was rather vicious.

It was the last moment… Then he would be free…

Streaks of burning light burst out of his magic robe, and a large amount of powerful alchemical explosives attached to his waist and chest blasted all together!

Bang! The power of a middle-rank sorcerer's self-destruction and the rows of high explosives blasting could match that of a sixth-circle magic spell!

"Demon! Go to hell, demon!" The sorcerer's last desperate and shrill cries lingered in the air.