Throne of Magical Arcana

The dazzling stars were like shining pure diamonds on the black velvet.

The astonishing scenery of the dream-like night sky above the highland was eternal.

In the darkness slightly lit by the starlight, Lucien left the projection of the Castle of Observer.

In the shadow of the trees, he put on the transformation mask. He grew taller, his skin became finer and pale, the color of his eyes turned into that of the silver moon, and his hair also became silver.

Within a few seconds, Lucien had turned himself into Rhine, wearing his typical red shirt and black suit.

Adjusting his bow a bit, Lucien headed for another vampire castle in the distance with an elegant pace.

In that castle lived Marquis Lasare, a five-thousand-year-old powerful vampire, who was responsible for safeguarding the space joint connecting Night Highland to the desert in the south part of Gusta.

When Lucien was in the treasury room, he finally picked the sword named Pale Justice, not because it was immune to all the negative effects, but because it was a rank-one legendary magic item when facing evil creatures!

Right now Lucien needed to deal with these powerful vampires, thus he needed to pick the weapon that was the most useful for him right now.

As for the limit that only a level six radiant knight could use the sword, Lucien had his own way to deal with it. With Ogre Glove, Lucien could have the power of a level five grand knight, and plus a few middle or low rank spells for strengthening power, for example, the fourth-circle spell, Brute Force, and the second circle spell, Ox Force, Lucien could meet the minimum requirement for picking up the sword.

Although this could only last for a few minutes, that was enough for Lucien! After all, during a few minutes, the sword would always hit its target.

And even among the sixth-circle spells that Lucien had not learned, there was a magic spell called Baler’s Transformation that could enable sorcerers to turn themselves into knights of the corresponding levels.

In fact, there was more planning in Lucien’s mind: this powerful knight sword could be a gift.

From time to time, Lucien would still long for the beautiful future.

…

To the left of the strange-shaped castle, there was a grand palace with thick stone pillars and smooth floor.

In Lucien’s eyes, it resembled the temples of ancient Greece on the Earth.

The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came from a distance, and a tall and strong vampire stopped in front of Lucien.

“Why are you here?” asked the vampire in an arrogant manner.

Lucien, who was now Rhine, smiled, “I’m here to use the space joint circle.”

“Did Sir Marquis agree?” the vampire asked.

Lucien pretended to be calm, “According to the Vampire High Council, we all can use most of the space joints on Night Highland. Is this one an exception?”

He did not want to stay here for too long, as Lucien knew that Rhine was a member of the High Council, and once other vampire princes came, it would be very risky for him.

The vampire knew that was true, but he still answered coldly, “We have identified some traitors, and maybe you are one as well. Without the permission of Sir Marquis, I have to check carefully.”

When the vampire was saying, his right hand slightly moved to make a sign, as if he was asking for something.

Lucien knew what the vampire was trying to do, but the role he was playing now was an elegant and proud vampire, thus there was no way that Lucien would bribe him.

Once Marquis Lasare got to know this, Lasare would be able to tell immediately that he was not the real vampire prince, Rhine.

Lucien’s silver eyes slightly squinted, and when he was about to tell the vampire to leave him alone, he heard an old voice, “It’s been a while since we saw each other last time, Sir Observer.”

He should be Marquis Lasare! Lucien tried his best to prevent his heart from beating too fast. Right now he only wished that Lasare did not know Rhine well, or Lasare would probably tell that he was a fake one!

“Sir… Observer?” The vampire who was trying to extort money was shocked, and his body trembled. He did not know that the vampire in front of him was, in fact, a vampire prince. When the legendary-level vampire squinted, that was almost the end of him!

Lucien still pretended to be rather casual and calm, “Lasare, I’m heading for the South Desert.” He just wanted to keep everything short and brief. And Rhine told him to call the marquis’ name directly.

“Sir Observer, Prince Dracula has been looking for you,” said Lasare with a mysterious smile. He was an old but elegant vampire, who was always holding his exquisite cane.

“What does he want?” Lucien turned around, wearing the typical smile of Rhine.

Lasare thought that Rhine was playing silly on purpose. Prince Dracula had always been envious of Rhine’s talent in being able to borrow the power of the Originals.

“Prince Dracula wants to see you in the next High Council meeting, over the inner conflict of the Dark Council.” Lasare offered an excuse which was not really the case.

It was said that Rhine, Count Silver Eye, was absent for a long time because he was severely injured by a legendary, and right now he was hiding to recover. Therefore, Prince Dracula was eager to take some actions, since his talent was to devour and take other vampires’ talent.

Prince Dracula had always been upset with the fact that, obviously, Silver Moon Alterna was showing more grace on Rhine, not him. But it was he who was the most powerful vampire prince, born before anyone else.

The casual smile was still on Rhine’s face, and he said to the level eight vampire, “I’ve always been absent. So I guess missing the meeting one more time still doesn’t matter.”

It was really hard talking in Rhine’s manner. Lucien believed that playing Fernando, his teacher, would be way easier because all he needed to do was to roar.

“Sir Observer, I’m sure that Prince Dracula has awoken because he learned that you’re back,” said Lasare in neither humble nor pushy way, “and he would like to meet you to talk about the future of the Kindred.”

“Sorry, I’m in a rush.” Lucien felt that he was getting more and more nervous.

When Lucien was about to walk to the space joint magic circle, Lasare stopped Lucien hurriedly, “Please wait a moment, Sir Observer.”

“Lasare…” Lucien turned around and stared at Lasare with a mild smile, but he called the Marquis’ name.

Lasare immediately sensed the great threat hidden under the smile. He took a few steps back and could not say anything else.

Lucien slightly nodded and continued to walk toward the space joint.

Lasare tried to say something, but he did not know what to say. He could only look at the gate of the place nervously, wondering if Prince Dracula had awoken.

Although Lucien was walking in a rather calm pace, he felt that he was about to pass out at any time because of his great tension. Finally, he stepped onto the magic circle and activated it.

Lasare released a sigh after seeing Rhine disappear in the magic circle. If given a few more minutes, Lasare would be able to send the message to Prince Dracula.

He was not able to stop a vampire prince. He regretted that he did not buy some of the useful telecommunication magic items invented by the Congress of Magic.

…

Beside the huge tomb in the shape of a pyramid, Lucien dragged a sphinx to the corner. After a few days’ observation, Lucien was certain that this sphinx was the tomb guard on duty tonight.

Taking out a drop of blood from it, Lucien dropped it on the mask. The clown’s face grinned in a funny smile, and its look kept changing. When the mask stopped changing, Lucien put it on. His body suddenly grew bigger and four lion legs and a tail came out.

After hiding the sphinx properly, Lucien, who was at that moment a sphinx, picked up the dart and raced towards the campsite. The level nine high priest was there!

Lucien left the space circle and directly went deep into the desert.

On the campsite, the sphinxes were dancing in a weird way surrounding the bonfire, and later they started mating.

When Lucien was watching, a strong sphinx came to him and said, “Fil, stop drooling. It’s your shift now. Go!”

Lucien was a bit speechless as he was not drooling at all. However, he still turned around and ran toward the tomb.

“Fil, why are you going that way?” asked the sphinx confusedly.

Lucien suddenly stopped. He did not know what was wrong.