Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

"It's me! Open the door!"

Chapter 7 Lyon and Eternal Life?

【4000 words chapter】

However, all that responded to Duncan was silence.

Duncan frowned, and the next moment, he unleashed an extremely powerful magical power, which immediately covered the entire office.

“Isn’t this inside?”

"Lyrne! Open the door."

However, what responded to Duncan was still the previous silence.

"Huh." Duncan chuckled lightly. Instead of giving up, as the waiting time increased, the force of knocking on the door became stronger and stronger. Later, he simply started banging on the door with his fists, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This commotion was heard clearly not only by Lyon who was hiding in the house, but also by everyone on the entire floor.

There were people on the other floors who stood up to protest against the commotion.

But when they pushed the door open, they didn't even have time to scold the troublemaker. They fell silent and closed the door angrily.

Are you kidding? The person who broke the door was Duncan. How could these weak magicians be so stupid as to provoke him?

Even though they were all colleagues, everyone knew that Duncan was different from them.

These court magicians were either children of noble families or elite students from past years of the Imperial Magic Academy.

But Duncan, the plague god, is different from everyone else.

He is the only one among the court magicians who comes from the military.

He once belonged to the imperial army, and fought his way to this point step by step through blood and gore thanks to his military achievements.

In terms of magical attainments, they might not be much different from each other, but Duncan's iron fists could easily beat up ten of them.

In the palace where the use of magic is strictly restricted, everyone has their own scale to judge who is strong and who is weak.

Plus, there was the incident that happened to his close friend Lyon not long ago.

During this sensitive time, it is better to be tactful and not get involved.

Finally, under Duncan's persistent banging on the door, even Lyleen, who was slumped in his office chair, could not bear it anymore and had to stand up to open the door for Duncan.

Duncan stopped banging on the door when he heard some movement in the silent house. When Lyon opened the door, he rubbed his red and swollen fists vigorously.

"Tsk—"

"This solid wood door hurts my hands when I smash it."

However, just as Lyon pushed the long-sealed door open a crack, the solemnity between Duncan's brows deepened.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room.

"come in."

After pushing open the door, Lyon said to Duncan in a sickly tone.

Without looking directly into his best friend's eyes, Lyon only left Duncan with a staggering back.

After casually slumping back in his office chair, Lyon picked up the bottle of wine on the table and took two gulps, and the smell of alcohol on his body became stronger.

Duncan silently looked at Lylene, who looked dejected, and glanced at the empty wine bottles piled on the table and on the floor. He silently calculated how much his best friend, who never touched alcohol, had drunk.

However, after figuring it out, Duncan couldn't help but sneer.

He grabbed a chair and sat opposite his best friend Lyon so that he could clearly hear his laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

Lyon, who looked drunk, asked Duncan unhappily, and picked up the bottle and smashed it on the desk with a little force.

"I'm making fun of your drinking ability."

Duncan spoke without any hesitation.

"Your higher-ups are going to dismiss you from your position and revoke your title. It's been five days since the signal was sent, and you've only drunk thirteen bottles of wine."

"Oh, no."

Duncan glanced at his best friend's bottle, which still had more than half of the liquid left, and added, "To be exact, it's twelve and a half bottles."

"Why, do you need a couple of drinks before dinner to stimulate your appetite, or do you need to open a bottle of wine to help you sleep because you can't fall asleep?"

"Duncan, you!"

Lyon put down the bottle and got angry.

But Duncan, who was sitting opposite Lyon, never played tricks.

With three soft sounds of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" rang out in succession, Duncan opened the three remaining bottles of wine in the house in a blink of an eye.

Before Lyon could react, Duncan had already finished two bottles.

After putting the two empty bottles back on the ground, Duncan raised the last remaining bottle of wine and clinked it with Lyon in the air.

"Since you want to drown your sorrows in alcohol, as a friend, I will accompany you." Duncan looked at Lyon and said lightly.

"But when we've finished drinking, I want you to go to bed right away."

"Although the order regarding your treatment was issued personally by the royal family, there is still room for maneuver before the official document is issued."

Lyon's hand holding the bottle trembled for a few times, but after a moment he sighed and whispered to his best friend Duncan.

"No need, Duncan."

After saying that, Lyon smiled with pretended ease, turned his chair, and looked through the clean and transparent window in the office at the silhouette of the imperial palace illuminated by the sun.

Then Lyon put on a relieved expression and said to his best friend.

"Duncan, I think I should have figured it out after these few days."

"It was my ignorance of how to deal with people that caused me to lose my position so early."

"I don't blame those who orchestrated this, because even if they hadn't, given my personality, someone else would have told me the reality sooner or later."

"To this day, there is only one thing I am thankful for."

"It means that I can meet the most suitable friend in an unsuitable position."

"Stop."

Duncan waved his hand, interrupting Lyon's drunken rambling.

"Hurry up and finish your drink, then go to bed early. Stay alert, because tomorrow's battle is going to be a tough one."

Duncan paused at this point.

"Lyrne."

"After all these years together, I can tell whether you really have no regrets or whether you just don't want to trouble others anymore."

"No matter how difficult tomorrow's situation is, you and I will struggle to the end, even if it's ugly."

"No matter what the outcome is, I really have no regrets."

"Duncan."

Looking at his best friend with sincere eyes, Lyon didn't know what to say for a moment.

Looking at the empty wine box, Lyon couldn't help but smile bitterly and nodded in agreement.

"I just want to continue drinking to drown my sorrows, but there's no more wine to drink, Duncan."

"But in this case, I'll give it a try."

"Ugly, struggle to the end."

After Lyon finished speaking, he threw away the bottle with some wine still in it and fell asleep on his office chair.

"Really?" Duncan shook his head helplessly when he heard his best friend's snoring. "Even though I told you to get some rest early, at least find a couch to sleep on."

"Young people really have good sleep quality."

"Forget it. The sofa is empty anyway. If you don't want to sleep on it, then I'll sleep here."

The next day.

The warm sunlight shines into the solemn and dignified palace, and casts beautiful light and shadows through the colored glass windows.

However, the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere in the palace was broken by bursts of fierce quarrels.

Court Magician Duncan, and Court Magician Lyon.

When the officer who had just come to work in the morning saw the two men coming, his temples began to throb and he felt something was wrong.

As expected, these two, or rather Duncan, came here because of [the incident] that happened to Lyon.

The officer in charge of connecting with the court magician couldn't help but smile bitterly. The outcome of this matter was directly handed down from above.

This was unlike the "warnings" he had issued in the past to the court magicians based on the [Imperial Law].

But this time it was the intention from above. Even if Duncan and others came to find him, what could he, an official, do?

But obviously, such reasons will not persuade Duncan to come back.

After this person used various means to persuade and coax him, the officer had no choice but to agree to Duncan's conditions.

That is, the official will take Duncan and the others' thoughts and opinions and go to ask His Majesty the Emperor again, asking him to make a decision on the punishment for Lyellen.

To be honest, after this incident, even the official who was in charge of the palace magicians had to be impressed by Duncan.

But some things in this world cannot be changed just by persistence.

After a day of waiting, Duncan and Lyon received a personal reply from His Majesty the Emperor.

This time, the [reply form] is no longer just a signal like before, but a document written on paper that cannot be refuted.

The court magician Lyon was stripped of his noble title and official position, and was banned from entering the palace for life.

However, the efforts of Duncan and the others were not completely useless.

At least, in the final punishment for Lyon, His Majesty the Emperor ordered the deletion of the clause "depriving him of all his property."

Even though Lylein lost his noble title and position as a court magician, he at least retained a considerable amount of property. After leaving the imperial capital, it was enough for him to live a life of wealth and glory.