There is a huge wine cellar under Sai's mansion, and wine is stored on the densely packed wine racks. Kelsen has no knowledge of wine in his memory, and the brand of wine is also a label in this world.
The wine cellar uses lamps illuminated by light ether. As an energy source, light dust is expensive as an alchemy material. Since it does not generate heat, it is the best light source in the wine cellar while maintaining the temperature. Kelsen and Sai took the first step to sit down at the conference table in the middle of the wine cellar, while the pale man sat naturally at the top.
Carlisle was familiar with the selection on the wine rack. After discussing with Dick for a while, he pulled out a bottle of unlabeled private wine, and then just took a cup for himself to drink from it.
Sai cleared his throat and faced Kelsen and said: "This is also the first time Mr. Kelsen has attended the meeting of our death association. Let me introduce the members first. Carlisle, Father Constable, Dick, Nine The devil of the abyss.”
Although the introduction was very simple, Kelson still saw that the two of them were unusual. His nemesis, the fat man Peter, is almost forty and is still a deacon, and he often operates corruptly. Although Carlisle looked unkempt, he looked to be in his twenties. It was unusual for such a young priest to appear.
As for Dick, although Carlisle said that he is a low-level devil, the real low-level devil has no wisdom and reason. Since he is the legal advisor of the Death Council, it means that at least he is a contract demon with the ability to harvest souls.
Kelsen did not want to offend these two neutrals, so he smiled and nodded slightly to them. Carlisle also winked at him when he saw it, while Dick nodded politely in return.
"Jean, I have met you several times. Black Glove, who was once the number one in the black market, is currently handling some social affairs for the club. As for me, a down-and-out court mage, I was forced to transform into a mediocre person of the vampire race." Sai introduced. When it came to his own time, he became humble, and then he solemnly turned his eyes to the man sitting at the top: "This is Master Donik, a former graduate of the Ravel Empire's Academy of Law, and the former Thirteenth Seat of the Twin Towers of Zoras Alternative, former Count Lavelle.”
After hearing this, Kelsen couldn't help but change his posture. The memories that came to mind all showed how awesome this guy was.
The Ravel Empire was not comparable to the Principality of Sivilia where Kelsen was now located. It was a large empire that ruled the southern countries. And their Imperial Academy of Magic is also the best arcane academy in the entire continent, and the mages who graduate from there can also be regarded as the best in the entire continent.
Not to mention, this person is also a candidate for the thirteen seats in Zoras Twin Towers.
The Tongtian Mage Tower established by Solas, the King of Arcana, is a holy place that every mage longs for to study. The highest decision-makers of the ruling Mage Alliance are the thirteen Source Law seats in the Twin Towers. They are all great mages who can destroy a city or a place with a wave of their hands.
And this pale man who looked to be in his thirties was one of the thousands of candidates being groomed for the thirteenth seat.
It's just that such a big man, why did he end up with a group of necromancers and was trapped in Kongsbod.
Kelsen was not so thoughtful as to ask why. Rather, he was a little worried that the other party would find out that he was not a real lich.
After Sai finished his introduction, Donique spoke, and as expected he was directed at Kelson: "The fame I had in the past is gone. Now I am just a criminal wanted by the Twin Towers. I have to be cautious everywhere. Kyle Mr. Sen, do you understand the current situation of the Death Council?"
"Of course, Kongsbod is a church city, and there are many powerful clergymen." Kelsen responded with a smile: "You have all learned necromancy, and you are always in danger here."
"So, I personally have a lot of doubts about your identity." Donik crossed his hands in front of him: "How come Jean just met a necromancer, and this necromancer happened to be a lich. In other words, you really Is he a lich?"
Kelsen's expression remained unchanged, but his heart trembled. This guy named Donique had doubts about his identity. After all, he was a former top student. Who knows if he has a way to verify it.
But he couldn't show his cowardice. The moment he disguised himself as a lich and revealed that he knew the way to promotion, there was no turning back. Despite the fact that several people were still treating him with courtesy, if they knew about his true strength, the best result would be that he would be imprisoned and forced to learn the knowledge, and at the worst, he might become a slave of the undead.
"Oh? Then Mr. Donik seems to know a lot about lichs." Kelsen chuckled. Since most people nowadays don't know that necromancers have a way to advance, then this quasi-archmage may not really understand either. Characteristics of a lich.
"The number of existing lichs is very small, and they are in a hostile relationship with the Twin Towers. Naturally, I don't know much about them." Donik put down his hands and said in a calm voice.
Kelsen felt happy that he had made the right bet. But what Donique said next made his heart lift again.
"Although I don't know about lichs, it is well known that lichs have their own phylacteries, which store their own souls. So if you are a lich, what you are chatting with us here now is a body without a soul." As Nick said this, he took out a box from his robe, opened it and pushed it in front of Kelson.
Kelsen looked down and saw a sharp bone fragment inside. But to say it was a bone fragment was too smooth, more like some kind of pure white jade. There are strange runes engraved on it, and lingering black lines are constantly flowing on it.
Kelsen stared at the rune and felt something in his brain bursting out of pain. Fragments of black and white memories were flashing, and they had even begun to affect his perception of reality. He raised his head, and was surrounded by bones that were intertwined with each other. The people sitting next to him were no longer the people at the death party, but the gray flesh with pupils gouged out and screaming silently.
Donik obviously didn't notice Kelson's abnormality and continued to talk to himself: "These are the bones of the 'Mourner', the fragments of the golden prince of the Godwin Dynasty after his 'death'. It has a soul." A creature that touches it will die instantly, do you dare to... give it a try?"
Kelsen blinked hard and broke away from the terrifying hallucination. He looked around, and several people focused their attention on him.
Carlisle drank thoughtfully, but his eyes were locked on Kelson. Although Dick didn't make any move, he could tell that he was waiting for Kelson to prove himself, while Gene was a little nervous and couldn't say what he wanted to say. I dare not say it. Only Donique and Sai had indifferent expressions, and their eyes were bottomless.
This is the second time since his reincarnation that Kelsen has encountered a situation where he has no choice. The thing in front of him is absolutely extraordinary, and it has condensed into a curse-like death, containing great resentment and malice.
Kelsen slowly put away his smile. He had to accept this trial between life and death.
He stretched out his hand to hold the fallen fragment. The moment it touched his skin, the bone fragment broke through his palm and penetrated. Kelsen felt no pain, but was afraid of the unknown development. This strange scene still shocked everyone, and Donique was also moved by it. He originally thought that this guy would give up.
The next moment, Kelsen disappeared directly from the spot. Everyone who was tense immediately stood up, and the most nervous Jean even pulled out the revolver hidden in his trousers.
On Kelsen's side, he was standing under a mountain made of broken bones and steel, looking up at the dark sun on the top of the mountain that was darker than the night and was devouring everything.
