Seeing that the corners of Lucien's mouth, chin, and chest were stained with bright red blood, the security guard didn't listen to his "nothing" statement at all, and said anxiously and worriedly: "Mr. Evans, hold on! Is there anything on you?
Treatment potion? If not, I have a bottle here. If it still doesn’t work, I will go to the Golden Cathedral and ask the bishop to treat you!"
Lucien was startled by the "loyalty to his duty" of this security guard. If he asked someone at the bishop level to treat him, it would be easy to discover the abnormality in his soul, so he took out a bottle of medicine that could be bought in the church with difficulty.
He drank the ordinary healing potion slowly, then waved his hand and said: "I only had a minor injury, and it will be fine after drinking the potion. And don't forget, I am also a knight with strong self-healing ability. Although the assassin is powerful
, but you ran away before I could kill him."
Hearing that Lucien spoke smoothly, but was short of breath and coughing, the security guard finally felt relieved. He then pulled out his sword and stood by Lucien's side, fearing that there would be other assassins.
However, he reminded: "Mr. Evans, many bloodline powers of dark nature are very strange. Even if the injuries are not serious on the surface, they are likely to corrode slowly and undetectably, destroying your internal organs until they completely explode.
, even the high-level healing techniques of the cardinals have no effect, so you should go to the Golden Cathedral after dawn to find a bishop to check it carefully."
"Thank you for reminding me. I will decide according to my own situation after dawn. As a knight, I think I can judge my own physical condition." Lucien pretended to be stubborn.
"Okay." The security guard said nothing more. Many people are like this. They are very afraid of death, but they are taboo about others saying that they have problems. Before their injuries or illnesses occur, they always hold on to their strong will.
Because of his luck mentality, the bishop was both afraid and troubled about going to see the doctor at the church or the pastor at the church.
Not long after, Alisa and Joel, who noticed the movement, rushed into Lucien's room under the protection of private soldiers. They saw that his face was "pale" and his footsteps were "floating" and there was no scary condition such as blood.
, only to leave my hanging heart behind.
"Poor little Evans, which damn bastard wants to assassinate you?! You are just a musician, not a knight, not a priest..." Alisa said angrily while crying, "Could it be you?
Musical rival?"
"Alissa, don't think too much. Which musician can afford to hire a knight-level assassin?" Joel got some information from the security guard, "Little Evans, have you discovered anything?"
At this time, Natasha flew in through the window with Camille. Her nose twitched slightly, as if she smelled the smell of blood that had not completely dissipated, so her expression became a little strange, and then she quickly became "extraordinarily severe" and "awesome."
"Lucien, what are the characteristics of the assassin?" he asked forcefully.
"It's just a black shadow, but it gives me a familiar feeling. It seems to be the cultist of the Silver Horn..." In front of everyone, Lucien naturally would not say that he saw a clown, but saw a pair of black gloves, so
It was pushed onto Silver Horn, who had a grudge against musician Lucien Evans.
"It's them?!" Alisa's blood faded and she took a step back, a little unsteady. The experience of being kidnapped by the Silver Horn and having her fingers cut off was a nightmare she didn't want to recall.
Joel held his hands tightly, and his deep voice was filled with extreme anger: "They actually want to take revenge on you, little Evans!"
Obviously, Silver Horn perfectly took the blame.
After sending Joel and Alisa, who had become emotionally unstable, back to the room and sending away the security guards, Natasha said with a half-smile: "Lucien, are you trying to pretend to be assassinated, or is there really an assassin?"
Come, are you taking advantage of the situation?"
"A real assassin, probably a fifth-level knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask." Lucien answered without concealment.
Natasha raised her head slightly: "It seems a bit familiar..."
"It's the Night Watch Captain Clown." Camille kept a serious face and answered simply, "I have met him in several operations with the Night Watch."
After serving as a night watchman, the information is kept strictly confidential. Only the magnate of the inquisition, the cardinal or cardinal presiding over the diocese can know it, and will not be disclosed to anyone. He is usually called by a code name or a pseudonym.
They have lived in darkness for a long time, and some of them have been wearing masks, hoods, cloaks, etc. to hide their appearance, so Natasha does not know the specific situation of the night watchmen in Violet Parish, which also causes Lucien to be the first to hear
When I think of the Joker, I don't have any associations - when Melzer Black Forest designed the conflict between the Night Watch and the Silver Horn, Lucien didn't get close, so naturally he didn't know which Night Watchmen were there and which ones survived.
"What a night watchman..." After confirming that he was a black glove, Lucien was half solemn and half relaxed. The solemn thing was that the church's night watchmen were still targeting him. They were like mad dogs, and they would never bite him.
They relaxed easily. What was relaxing was that he tested them in this way, which showed that their suspicions were not recognized by the superiors. Otherwise, they could just give up and the cardinal would quietly use the opportunity of banquets and concerts to perform a magical identification and investigation.
Come to the conclusion very easily.
Camille said with a dead face: "He is a night watchman who survived the battle with the Silver Horn in the Black Forest of Melzer."
Camille has no good impression of "Professor" at all.
"So it's him, no wonder I feel familiar." Natasha, who participated in that battle, clapped her hands.
How much harm did the professor cause them? Lucien finally understood why the Night Watchmen persisted in tracking him down.
"But that's okay. He directly tried to test it, which means there is no conclusive evidence, and the church's senior leaders did not doubt you." Natasha smiled, "Originally, I wanted you to use the excuse of serious illness to have someone else conduct the concert on your behalf.
Then at the end of the concert, a generation of great musicians were called by the Lord to avoid being tempted by doubting cardinals in the choir hall, but now it seems that this may not be necessary.”
"This is good. Although in the anti-magic circle of the Chant Hall, I can rely on the power of my blood to suppress the abnormality of my soul, and I don't have to worry about being noticed by a cardinal-level big shot, but Cardinal Salde is a priest of the Holy Spirit.
." Lucien deliberately did not treat the injured internal organs, and spoke a little breathlessly, "When I was a magic apprentice, the abnormality of the soul was very small, no different from ordinary people. It didn't matter that I appeared in front of him, but now I am already
He is a four-ringed magician, and if he looks at you carefully for a few times, you may be exposed."
Natasha's expression was a little solemn: "After the last Mystery Lock collapsed, Cardinal Sard went into complete seclusion. He never attended a concert or hosted a large prayer ceremony. Only the Holy City of Reims convened a group of cardinals.
He only appeared once during the meeting. Lucien, you don’t have to worry about him coming to the chant hall. Even if he comes, you will have enough time to pretend that the old illness has recurred and change the command."
She seemed a little worried about Cardinal Sard's condition.
Then, Natasha's eyes became surprised, and she subconsciously rubbed her chin with her right hand: "Wait a minute, Lucien, you already have four rings?"
Because it involves the secrets of the undead world and Rhine, Lucien did not mention the improvement of his magic power to the fourth level.
"Sometimes, danger can stimulate the potential of the soul, just like it did when I was first in the sewer." Lucien explained with this good reason, and he had a somewhat clear understanding of Cardinal Salde's situation in the past three years.
"Very good! Lucien, you are still two months away from turning twenty-one, but you are already a fourth-ring magician. Even in the past hundred years when the Magic Council has seen numerous geniuses, you can be regarded as one of the most outstanding few.
." Natasha is genuinely happy about her good friend's achievements. She has no doubts about it. After all, this is real strength. "This shows that your arcane talent is very outstanding and your future path will be more solid than others."
Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Compared to you, Your Highness, I am still far behind. I remember that you were already a Grand Knight when you became an adult, and you were promoted to the fifth level when you were twenty-one."
"I'm glad to hear your praise, Lucien, but for a knight, strong will and chosen chivalry are part of it, as is the mixture of top bloodlines. I was able to be promoted to a grand knight when I reached adulthood, although I can't live without it.
I have practiced hard and tempered, but the main reason is that my own bloodline is outstanding, but advancing to the Sky Knight reflects my own will and chivalry spirit." Natasha has neither pride nor inferiority in relying on the noble bloodline to quickly advance. She frankly
Admit it openly.
Lucien smiled and said: "But many people with mixed top bloodlines have never stimulated the power of their bloodlines on their own in their entire lives."
"Hey, my knight talent is also very good." Natasha was not modest.
Next, the two talked for a while and decided on their subsequent reactions.
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Inside a house.
The clown wore a funny mask and walked back to the secret room gloomily.
"Captain, what did the magistrate say?" Juliana asked with concern, Lunde and Minsk also looked at him worriedly.
Because he did not expect Lucien to have an extremely valuable fifth-level knight-like extraordinary item and a long sword of at least level 4, the clown not only failed to succeed, but Lucien saw the mask and black gloves, causing serious problems.
Because of the omission, the tribunal quickly received Natasha’s protest.
The clown shook his head: "The magistrate used the Silver Horn to pretend to be a night watchman and deceived the past. After all, for the inquisition, this is not a glorious thing and must be concealed as much as possible. But at the same time, the magistrate did not listen to my explanation and gave
My sternest warning is that if you do it again, you will be tried by the internal court."
"Are we going to give up like this?" Juliana, Minsk and others asked reluctantly.
The clown looked out the window and whispered: "I woke up from the darkness and was inspired by the Lord to become a night watchman. No matter how cruel and crazy I was in the past, after taking the oath of the night watchman, I have been focusing on fighting evil.
.So, even if I fall into darkness and am wronged by the church, I will not let the evil professor live happily. My glory and my creed will not allow me to give up."
If his initial emphasis on the professor came from hatred and loss of face - otherwise why would he only target him and not other magicians? But at this point, it is close to the bottom line, the bottom line of a knight and a night watchman.
"Me too." The other three whispered in the same voice.
The clown glanced at them and said his decision: "Okay, let's pretend to give up for now and wait for the opportunity."
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Cough, cough, cough. Lucien's violent cough startled Franz, who helped him compose a long poem and turn it into a song: "Mr. Evans, are you okay? Why don't you rest for a while and wait until your body recovers?" ?”
Lucien looked pale and shook his head firmly: "As the final movement of this symphony is approaching completion, I feel more and more the passion and inspiration for creation. It is the praise that spurts out from my life. I don't want to stop." , and can’t stop, Franz, do you understand?” (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)