"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut." In this magic world, knowledge is power.
"What do you have that could interest me?" said Lucien gently with a smile.
"My lord… If you’re interested in my information, I beg you pardon me, please." Chris almost burst into tears.
"That depends on how valuable your information is." Lucien held his sword firmly.
"I… I got an invitation the other day," stammered Chris.
"You got?" Lucien tilted his head a bit.
"I stole… I stole the invitation," Chris corrected himself awkwardly, but he then explained hurriedly, "It looks like an invitation for a gathering of black sorcerers."
"..." Lucien did not respond, although his heart suddenly missed a beat.
"My lord… It is a gathering of black sorcerers of low rank, and it’s a great chance for any knight to establish a great, heroic feat."
"Show me the invitation." Lucien hid his excitement and commanded sternly.
Under Lucien’s watch, Chris took out a small piece of neatly folded paper from his pocket.