Chapter 208: A Mistake
Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion
Rentato, Hexagram Station.
Seven in the morning, Lucien, dressing formally, got off the train in the cold wind.
After receiving the invitation, he hurriedly verified the credibility of the letter with the school and then took the very next train to arrive in Rentato.
Getting on the coach he hired, Lucien’s hands ward up a little. After telling the coachman where he was heading for, Lucien’s heart was still beating quite fast.
After a while, hearing the wheels rolling, he gradually cald down, and the tone of the invitation started to bother him slightly. In Lucien’s mind, if the people from the Will of Elent and the academy really appreciated the great value of his second paper, his treatnt should be better than that. However, if they did not understand the importance of the periodic table of elents, why would they even bother sending the invitation...?
An hour and a half later, the coach stopped in front of Rose Garden. On its left side, the beautiful Swan Lake was covered by a thin layer of ice. Snowflakes were coming down from the sky.
Two blond young knights were safeguarding the gate, looking rather serious.
But Lucien could tell that they were not real knights, as they used the potion, and that was why they were willing to serve the Will of Elents.
In the field of magic potion making, the schools of Elent, Alchemy and Necromancy were the best.
"Morning, sir. Can we take a look at your invitation and arcana badge?" asked a knight politely.
Lucien nodded and showed them to him.
After using a mirror-like magic item and carefully verifying the badge and the invitation, the knight slightly bowed to Lucien, "Welco, Mr. Lucien Evans. The eting will be starting soon, and all the guests are in the main hall."
The other knight turned around and opened the gate.
Seeing that everything went on well, Lucien was a bit relieved. So, he followed the garden path patiently and then pushed open the grand gate of the house.
In the hall, people were talking to each other in low voices, and there was neither music nor quarrel. The arcanists were exchanging their studies politely, and many were lost in the world of knowledge.
Around two hundred and ten arcanists were invited today, and among them, they were mostly middle-rank arcanists, but there were also so accomplished junior-ranks as well.
All the chairs and tables were surrounding an elevated platform. Above the platform, there was a magic circle for amplifying the speaker’s voice, and there was a waist-high rostrum in the front of the platform.
Not many noticed that a new arcanist just entered the hall, but when more and more of them realized that they had never seen Lucien before, they started staring at him.
Lazar, at this ti, was standing in the corner of the hall, feeling relieved that the long-prepared eting was finally about to begin, and when he saw Lucien showed up here, he was more than surprised.
He hurriedly threaded through the crowd and grabbed Lucien’s arm, "What are you doing here?" Lazar asked him in a low voice. After all, this was the annual eting of the school of Elent and Alchemy, and Lucien was not even a mber of them!
When Lucien was feeling slightly nervous seeing all those strangers in the hall, Lazar’s appearance comforted him.
"I’m attending the eting..." Lucien quickly waved the invitation in his hand in front of Lazar, "You sent this to ?"
"Wait... You’ve got an invitation?!" Lazar hurriedly took over the invitation from Lucien and checked it. As he frowned, Lazar murmured, "What have you done when I was absent? Is this because of your letter asking to reasure so of the elents? I did, and they were indeed not correct!"
When Lucien was about to say sothing, a young lady’s voice ca from the magic amplifier, "Excuse , has Mr. Lucien Evans arrived? Please co over to the gate. Mr. Larry is looking for you."
All the arcanists stopped their conversations and looked around curiously, wondering who was this Lucien Evans.
"Rebecca! Mr. Evans’s here!" Hearing his friend’s na, Lazar answered proudly and loudly. Then he pulled Lucien’s arm and walked toward the gate.
Many arcanists made way for Lucien, and in their mind, they wondered why such a young arcanist was invited to this important eting.
There were three man and one woman standing close to the gate. The green-eyed lady was wearing a red long dress, looking rather pretty, but also a bit exhausted from arranging the eting. A thirty-sothing, round-faced man was talking to her.
"Mr. Larry, Mr. Evans’s here." Lazar bowed to the round-faced man politely.
When Lucien was about to put on a smile, Larry put on a confused look and asked, "Who are you?"
His voice was not high but deep, and his question was heard by many arcanists. More and more arcanists turned around and looked in that direction.
Larry waved his hands a bit, "...I’m sorry, sir. I an... I’m looking for my student, Lucien Evans... ummm, Lucien Evans K."
Lucien realized what was going on here, and he felt that the whole thing was funny.
"Mr. Larry, we only have one Mr. Evans, and he’s here." After a few seconds, Rebecca nervously explained.
"What do you an?" Larry looked at Rebecca.
One of the two n standing behind Larry said to Rebecca harshly, "It was you who was in charge of filling out the invitations, Rebecca. I asked you to invite Mr. Larry’s student, Mr. Lucien Evans, who developed the paper of atomic valence! Look what you’ve done?!"
The man took a quick glance at the badges on Lucien’s chest, and got even angrier. The man himself was a level three arcanist, third circle sorcerer, and his face was covered with wrinkles. It seed that his arcana level was mostly developed by the years.
Then he bowed and apologized to the old man with half white hair and a slightly hooked nose.
Rebecca had tears in her eyes, but she could not figure out what was wrong.
"Mr. Leandro, we have two Mr. Lucien Evans in Douglas..." Lazar’s face flushed as well from embarrassnt, but he still tried to speak for Rebecca, "Maybe that’s why..."
However, Leandro was still pissed off, "Then why didn’t you specify that it was Mr. K who was invited? Why didn’t you specify the person’s arcana level? This guy’s only got level one in arcana! Just like you!"
He pointed at Lucien’s chest.
"But... but Mr. Leandro, I checked... There’s only one Mr. Lucien Evans in Douglas," Rebecca almost burst into tears, "or I’d have definitely been more specific..."
"Mr. Leandro," Lucien cut in calmly, "K left the school before the invitation was sent."
What Lucien ant was that it was the person who made the mistake was the one who gave Rebecca that information, not her.
"But it’s still her mistake for not putting the arcana level on the invitation!" Leandro then turned to Lucien, "And you, use your brain! How is it possible that you’re invited to this eting?"
Talking to an arcanist whose level was lower than him did not require too much politeness.
"No... no... It’s my mistake." Larry raised his hands a bit, "I asked K to leave the school, but when the eting decided to invite K in the last second, I forgot to tell Mr. Leandro about it."
"Larry, why didn’t you invite K yourself, then?" asked the old man.
"I could not find him." Larry shrugged a bit, "I did not expect that K would leave the school so quickly."
This old man in black suit with strange-looking eyes was Larry’s teacher, the director of the Will of Elent, the mber of Arcana Review Board, a level seven arcanist and seventh circle sorcerer, Gaston.
The arcanists in the hall finally understood what was going on here, and so were amused.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Gaston." Leandro hurriedly bowed to Gaston in a pleasing manner.
"Not really her fault." Gaston nodded mildly, "Stop giving her a hard ti."
Leandro nodded, and then he said to Lucien, "As everything’s clear, you can leave now."
Calm as Lucien was, hearing this, he still felt humiliated. At this ti, Gaston raised his hand and stopped Leandro, "Evans, are you interested in arcana of the school of Elent?"
Lucien hurriedly nodded.
"Stay, then. Don’t be shy." Gaston smiled, "This is our annual conference. Although you might not be able to understand much, it can still be very helpful to you. Maybe one day you’ll beco an influential arcanist."
Lucien was very surprised, and nodded again.
...
The headquarter of Common Arcana.
After submitting his paper about the reasurent of the elents, Woods now was sitting in his couch cozily. This paper should be published on this issue’s journal.
Feeling quite relaxed, he picked Lucien’s paper again and started to read the latter part with regards to Lucien’s guesses of undiscovered elents.
Woods never realized that Lucien’s guesses were so in detail that he even put forward so possible ores with which so undiscovered elents might be found. Then his heart missed a beat:
The features of this ore described by Lucien were actually very familiar to him!
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