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The evening sun penetrated the crimson clouds and shone on the quiet Adejan Church Square. The little sun held by the bishop had lost its bright brilliance. He hung it on his chest and turned around to walk into the church.
go.
In the center of the square, the rather beautiful witch in black robes had been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughter and curses seemed to still be echoing, causing many people to shiver and look around, then followed the bishop and priest
They walked into the church, confessed their sins under the attention of the Lord, and prayed sincerely.
The dazzling white light seems to be still in front of him, and the sacred and majestic power it contains can still be vaguely felt. Under this impact, Lucien has accepted his identity and buried everything in the past deeply in his heart.
Don't dare to show anything strange.
"The power of divine magic is so powerful. I wonder if I have a chance to learn it?"
Lucien thought in shock, not having the awe that ordinary people should have. Suddenly, a huge force hit Lucien's left shoulder, causing him to involuntarily fall to the left and almost lose his balance.
"Oh, my poor little Evans, you are finally okay. This is all the blessing of the Lord. I thought you would be like your father, who fell ill and never stood up again. Thank you Lord for giving such a wonderful person.
Good guys can live on."
Lucien was so slapped that he woke up from the shock and saw a brown-haired aunt who was twice as wide as himself standing next to him. While wiping his tears, he slapped her repeatedly with a right hand that could rival a bear's paw attack.
Holding his shoulders.
Stepping aside a little to avoid being slapped and making him vomit blood, Lucien opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word, because: "What should I call this aunt? It seems that my full name should be Lucien Evans."
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Lucien's hiding made the aunt even more sad: "Poor little Evans, you must be so sick that you are confused. Look at this little face, you can see the bones..."
As he muttered, Lucien felt extremely embarrassed. He had traveled through time and space, and except that he could understand and speak the language here, he had inherited no memory. If he responded incorrectly, he might be misunderstood as being possessed by the devil. Of course, from a certain
In this sense, Lucien's soul is indeed occupied by the devil now.
Fortunately, at this moment, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat aunt and said comfortingly: "Alissa, little Evans has just recovered. He must be very weak. Don't disturb him. Ivan, hold on."
Your mother, let’s go home together.”
This middle-aged man is very thin, with a slightly arched back, and has short, slightly graying blond hair. His youthful handsomeness can be vaguely seen on his face that has been engraved by the vicissitudes of time.
But in Lucien's eyes, this middle-aged uncle was like an angel with a white halo, an angel who freed himself from embarrassment and tension.
"Aunt Alisa, I'm fine now, but I'm still a little dizzy." Lucien thought carefully about his words so as not to reveal his flaws.
The little boy Ivan who took Lucien to watch the witch burning half supported his mother and made a face: "Brother Lucien is not the kind of coward who dies after getting sick once. You are the only one who still thinks he is in need."
Take good care of the little one.”
Aunt Alisa wiped her tears: "Little Evans, I feel relieved to see you getting better. It's all because of that damn evil witch who has gone to hell."
Supported by Alvin, Aunt Alisa walked forward slowly while nagging: "When she just moved into the house next to yours, she was so quiet, beautiful, and gentle. I still thought about what it would be like if Little John
Being able to marry such a girl is a gift from the Lord, but she turned out to be a witch, and she even went to the cemetery to steal the remains of the deceased to perform evil magic. Fortunately, the glory of the Lord shines on everything, and there was a night watchman from the Inquisition at that time.
Just catch her in the cemetery, otherwise she will prepare evil magic, and I don’t know how many people in our Adrang District will die..."
Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, Lucien roughly knew what happened from Aunt Alisa's chatter. The witch was caught by the church's night watchman when she went to the cemetery to steal a corpse.
As her neighbor, she was also interrogated by the church. The church may have used some magical means to eliminate the suspicion of the real Lucien, but also caused him to suffer mental or physical harm.
, so he got a serious illness and died, so he could be possessed by himself.
Seeing that Lucien didn't speak, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucien on the shoulder and whispered comfort: "Alyssa is nagging like this, just pretend you didn't hear her."
Lucien didn't know what to say, so he could only nodded.
The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Elisa's back and sighed quietly: "Hey, Elisa was a pure and passionate beautiful girl back then, but since she gave birth to Little John, she seems to have been cursed by the devil.
Just the same, it has become what it is now in just one year.”
He seemed to be full of emotion about life, his eyes were quite deep, and then he paused: "I can't beat her anymore."
Having just traveled through time and witnessed and experienced the power of divine magic with his own eyes, Lucien was greatly shocked and was feeling uneasy, so he just forced a smile and did not answer directly, and he did not know this uncle yet.
How to call it.
Perhaps the uncle was too absorbed in reminiscing and did not notice the control of the voice. Alisa snorted: "Joel, you are a bard full of ideals and passion, and you have worked hard to pursue your music dream in Alto.
Aren’t these young men also turned into drunkards all day long?”
Joel smiled and said: "Alto is a city of chants. Every day, countless young people come to pursue their music dreams, but how many of them can succeed? Alisa, besides, since Little John started exercising, I
Why don’t you just stop drinking?”
Aunt Alisa turned back and glared at him: "Fortunately, we have the blessing of the Lord. You also know that our hope lies in John and Ivan. If little John hadn't been exercising every day, how could he have been picked by Sir Wayne? Damn it
The manor carries out formal knight training. If he can inspire the 'divine grace' in his blood and become a real knight, he can be named a lord by the Grand Duke and become a respected noble."
The stern gaze made Joel shrink his shoulders, but Alyssa quickly noticed Lucien's trance on one side: "Oh, I'm sorry, little Evans, aunt didn't mean to mention this matter, you are also very talented,
It’s just that I haven’t started exercising since I was young…”
Realizing that the more she spoke, the more hurt she felt in Lucien's heart, Alyssa quickly closed her mouth and signaled Joel to speak with her eyes.
Joel laughed loudly and patted Lucien on the shoulder again: "How can our little Evans be so fragile? He is the man who wants to inherit his uncle Joel's dream of being a musician."
Lucien, whose mind was in turmoil, could only grin: "Yes, my dream is to become a musician."
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Lucien, Alyssa continued to chatter about various trivial matters, which actually gave Lucien a better understanding of the city he was in.
This is a large city called Alto, located near the Dark Mountains. It is known as the City of Psalms and is prosperous and full of opportunities.
The place where I currently live is the Adejan district, a slum settlement in Alto, and it seems that I lost my regular job helping to carry goods in the market area due to a serious illness for a few days.
Soon, the four of them walked to the hut where Lucien was.
Aunt Alisa originally wanted to invite Lucien to her house for dinner, but Lucien, who was in urgent need of peace and quiet, declined her politely.
When they separated, Alvin asked Lucien quietly and curiously: "Brother Lucien, when did your dream become a musician?"
"Just now." Lucien moved his mouth numbly.
Alvin let out a long ooh.
After entering the house and locking the door, Lucien sat down absentmindedly, resting his elbows on the wooden table and burying his head deeply in his elbows.
"I actually traveled through time!"
"And this is a world with inhuman power."
"If you're not careful, you'll be tied to the stake and burned alive."
The emotions he had just witnessed the tragic end of the witch finally broke out when no one was around. Lucien was shocked, frightened and afraid.
Of course, as a guy who hasn't experienced many big things, Lucien is a bit introverted and easily panics when things happen, but he still managed to stay calm in the face of huge pressure and couldn't suppress it until he came back.
I have to say that the environment and encounters are the most punishing.
As time went by, darkness gradually fell, and Lucien adapted to his fear and calmed down. Now that he has traveled through time, no matter how anxious, worried, or scared it is, it will not help. He can only take one step at a time cautiously. This time
If you die again, you may not be able to experience the good things of time travel again.
After regaining his mood, he suppressed his thoughts and worries about his parents and friends, and just wanted to plan his life. Lucien immediately felt a surge of hunger. It was like a fire was burning in his stomach, and his saliva kept secreting.
After swallowing, filling his stomach was the first priority. Lucien stopped thinking and walked towards the only crate in the house that could store things.
In the dilapidated box, apart from some clothes, Lucien saw two black loaf-shaped pieces of food and seven brass coins that shone with metallic light.
The stomach bag had replaced Lucien's brain. He had no extra energy to think about other things, so he picked up a loaf of black bread and ate it.
There was a click, and Lucien quickly covered his mouth with his hands. His teeth almost broke. Is this bread or a stick?
After smelling it, Lucien was reluctant to confirm that it was indeed bread, but it was so hard that it could knock out an adult.
Resisting his hunger, Lucien dug out flint and steel from the crate. After several attempts, he finally lit the wood under the stove and began to bake bread in an orderly manner.
"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef with vermicelli, Kung Pao chicken..." Lucien was mumbling about the delicious food while baking bread, his mouth watering uncontrollably.
The brown bread became a little softer, and Lucien couldn't help but chew it. The horrible taste was like chewing sawdust.
But Lucien still ate hungrily, and while eating, he couldn't help but lament: "If you eat this kind of food every day, it would be better to die. No, you must make money, and you must get rid of this poor life."
Life."
"If I could learn divine arts and become a bishop and a priest..." In his wandering thoughts, Lucien thought of the well-dressed bishops and priests he saw in front of the church, and of the inhuman power and the power they derived from it.
With his noble status, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat, "But, in my situation, wouldn't going to church be courting death? I wonder if there are other ways to obtain inhuman extraordinary power? For example, that divine grace?"
"If I can't gain this power, will what I learn be useful in this world?"
After stopping his hunger, Lucien began to seriously analyze his own way of survival. However, when he was just recalling the knowledge he had learned, Lucien suddenly felt as if there was something extra in his mind.
After noticing it carefully, Lucien couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Aren't these the books in the library? They have also traveled through time?"
There are actually books in the entire comprehensive library in his mind. They are not like memories, but like projections. Each book is placed in categories for Lucien to read.
The curious Lucien flipped through the books casually, but surprisingly, most of the books could not be opened.
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