The clown, who had believed from the beginning that Lucien Evans had a close relationship with the professor, had considered the possibility of the two of them joining forces to frame him before arriving at No. 116, Jisu District, such as letting Lucien Evans pretend to be a target of him.
He looked seriously injured, and then Natasha, Camille or someone from the principality's intelligence department happened to witness and stop all this, and then killed or captured him.
But after careful consideration, the clown found that if he framed himself in this way, the loopholes would be relatively large. If he were to kill himself on the spot, the people who sympathized with him in the tribunal would definitely not accept the conclusion casually, and would at least conduct a strict inquiry and verification of Lucien.
This is definitely not a good thing for Lucien, who has many doubts and has a close relationship with the professor.
Natasha, on the other hand, could not strongly oppose the church's reasonable request, and other nobles would not support it either. In the relationship between the church and the nobles, both sides have certain bottom lines that no one will cross arbitrarily, and the church occupies a strong position.
status.
And if you just design a trap to catch yourself, as long as you don't die on the spot, you have a great chance of turning over. How was Lucien injured? What are the traces of the injury? Does it match the characteristics of his bloodline? I came to trace the professor.
This matter can be confirmed by the "Sage" Viscount Klein. Then why did Lucien go to No. 116, Jisu District, in the middle of the night while he was recuperating?
The most important thing is that this time, with a clear conscience, you can directly ask the church to use magical means to interrogate and detect lies, through which you can completely prove your innocence!
But Lucien Evans died in such an extremely weird way, which completely exceeded the clown's imagination. The image of the fallen angel with broken wings was fixed in his mind, and he looked at the scene that "bloomed" like fireworks.
He couldn't even come to his senses.
At this moment, he believed that Lucien Evans was really dead, because if he used the temporarily transformed corpse to disguise himself, then unless he never appeared again, he would never pretend to be the great musician Lucien Evans again.
His identity was revealed, otherwise it would be useless. Killing him accidentally would make the church suspect that there was something wrong, and strict questioning would definitely be required.
After a brief period of confusion, the eyes exposed on the clown's funny mask suddenly shrank into two pinpoints.
He saw Natasha standing there blankly in mid-air. She was wearing a gorgeous purple palace dress. She had a slender figure, long and straight legs, gleaming eyes, and tender red lips. She was heroic yet still handsome.
She is as delicate and beautiful as an aristocratic lady meeting her lover in the middle of the night.
Of course, Natasha's eyes had completely frozen at this time, and she looked at the blooming "fireworks" of flesh and blood as if she had lost her soul.
Run! Run! Run!
These are all the thoughts that flash through the clown's mind. Never stay for one more second in front of a woman who has witnessed the dismemberment of her closest lover, especially when this woman has extremely powerful destructive power!
At this moment, she can't be unreasonable at all!
Under the danger, the clown unleashed all his potential, and there seemed to be invisible black thin threads rising in the air around him. He stepped on and grabbed these thin threads, and escaped to the edge of the woods behind the villa in two or three times.
But at this moment, he heard a roar full of anger and sadness, or something closer to a cry, and the nearby ground and air seemed to tremble.
"No!" The clown threw himself into the woods, but a silver-gray sword light cut through everything and struck his back.
The sword light quickly turned into an invisible, twisted and strange gap. It disappeared in a short distance, and the layers of magical light and magic items shining on the clown were cut open like ordinary paper.
The clown's body suddenly twisted and turned into a toy doll that seemed to be wrapped in thin black lines.
The thin lines were broken one by one, and a gap appeared on the black doll, almost splitting it in half.
Immediately afterwards, the clown returned to his original state, but the right half of his body suddenly separated from the torso and fell to the ground, with internal organs, blood, etc. flying everywhere.
The clown's mind began to blur, but he knew that there could be no pause. If he wanted to escape from a heavenly knight, and a top-blooded knight at that, he had to seize every tiny opportunity.
Since Natasha's first sword failed to kill him, there is still hope for him!
The strong will allowed the clown to endure severe pain and injuries that would paralyze most bishops. He ran without slowing down and escaped covertly in the dark woods. At the same time, he calmly squirmed his body, letting the blood be wrapped in it.
Inside an invisible film, it no longer overflows and leaves no traces.
Although he knew that if Natasha struck another sword, he would never be able to dodge it, and Natasha suddenly forgot that the possibility of him not attacking again was almost zero, but no matter how small the hope was, he had to fight for it, not because of himself
Give up out of despair!
Even though I hate Lucien Evans, the spirit of never giving up contained in his music is what every knight should possess!
A miracle seemed to happen, until the clown disappeared into the darkness and Natasha's second sword was not struck.
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"Waldo, are you going to stop me?" Natasha held a silver matte sword in her hand, her eyes cold and terrifying.
Waldo, the "agent" of the Violet Tribunal, had his hair flying wildly under the pressure of the invisible momentum, but he still stood firmly in front of Natasha and said calmly: "Your Highness, I have sent a night watchman.
I'm going to capture the clown. And before things are clear, I think it's best to save his life. What happened just now?"
Since the clown was carefully checking every house, when Natasha slashed at him with a sword, "Agent" Waldo rushed to the scene. He was more sympathetic to the clown and naturally stopped Natasha's second attack.
Attack to avoid being "killed and silenced" by her.
In the distance, Camille, who seemed to be afraid of disturbing anything before, flew over at this time.
"The Joker killed Lucien." Natasha replied as if she was suppressing infinite anger, her silver-purple eyes becoming cold and ruthless.
"What?!" All the night watchmen, including Waldo, exclaimed.
Juliana, who had just arrived behind the villa and was about to "hunt" the clown, stumbled and almost fell, and her face turned extremely pale.
The great musician Lucien Evans is dead?!
Like the clown, they did not expect this possibility at all!
Natasha seemed to have given up on chasing the clown and handed the matter back to the night watchman. She closed her eyes and said, "I saw Lucien die in front of me with my own eyes, and the clown was right next to him."
Her tone was desolate and desolate, with a strong sense of sadness.
Seeing that there was no intact piece of flesh and blood on the lawn in front of the villa, Waldo took a breath quietly. As Countess Violet and their close lover relationship, since she said she saw Lucien Evans die with her own eyes, then...
It's impossible for a living great musician to pop up in a few days, and looking at such techniques and discerning motives, it's really possible that he is a clown!
"Your Highness, I can understand your mood. Please don't be too sad. I think Mr. Evans doesn't want you to forget your happiness." Waldo drew a cross on his chest, "He is so outstanding, so good, that
The Lord called him early and allowed him to continue composing music in Paradise Mountain."
After a few words of comfort, Waldo's expression became solemn: "However, Her Royal Highness, now I need to ask you some questions and check whether the blood belongs to Mr. Evans. This is not to doubt you, but a normal referee's procedure. I hope you
I understand."
Before Natasha nodded, Waldo was cautious and vigilant, fearing that she would suddenly lose her mind. Although they were both at the sixth level, she was of top bloodline and was in extreme grief and indignation, so he might not be able to withstand it.
After a few seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes, her silver-purple eyes cold and deep: "Mr. Waldo, you ask."
As expected of the princess who is more masculine than many men, Waldo really admired Natasha at this time. While ordering the night watchman who was not chasing the clown to check the blood, he asked with careful tone: "Your Highness, why did you arrive in the middle of the night?
Come here? Isn't Mr. Evans still recuperating? Even in the middle of the night, ahem, you can choose to have a tryst at Sir John's villa where Mr. Evans is currently staying."
Natasha suddenly showed a faint smile, beautiful and beautiful: "This is the place where he used to live. In the piano room of that bedroom, he played the first movement of Moonlight for me, and said to me, every day
When you see the moonlight, you will think of him...so we want to reminisce about the past here tonight."
Speaking of which, Natasha covered her mouth as if she was afraid that she would cry.
Waldo, who subconsciously thought of countless erotic scenes, cursed himself, how could he think of these without sympathy and kindness at this time?
"Your Highness, I understand." Waldo nodded lightly.
After he asked a few more questions, a bishop-level night watchman flew up and whispered in his ear: "Moonlight bloodline is indeed the blood of Lucien Evans."
"Mr. Waldo, the clown was killed by my sword with all my strength. He should not survive for an hour. I hope you can find him soon." Natasha said the real reason why she did not chase the clown.
Suddenly, she turned her eyes and saw something like an iron ring on the lawn, so she flew down and picked it up, with a gentle, sweet, sad and gloomy expression.
"This is exactly the same feeling as the first movement of "Moonlight". I never expected to see such a feminine side of Her Royal Highness. She is worthy of being Violet of Violet." Waldo and many night watchmen who like music suddenly came up with this idea.
A stunning woman who is usually strong-willed and heroic suddenly showed such an expression. The strong contrast made people feel particularly beautiful, sad but dreamy.
As for what that iron ring is, Waldo knows very well. It is the destroyed Holm Crown Ring, a relic of Natasha's mother, and now it seems to be a token of love.
"Your Highness, please don't be too sad. This matter is our fault. We failed to catch the clown in time." Waldo comforted him again.
Natasha shook her head: "It has nothing to do with you. You have already decided to execute the clown before. He ran away cunningly. Well, it has nothing to do with the church."
Hearing Natasha's understanding words, Waldo nodded with satisfaction and relaxation. What he was most afraid of was that this matter would create an irreparable gap between the church and Natasha, the future ruler of Violet: "
Your Royal Highness, you are truly a devout believer and a wise lord."
When Waldo and others began to inspect the villa and its surroundings, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. The "love words" she had said before made her feel strange, a little strong to the point of making her want to vomit, and a little unspeakable and inexplicable.
But the main reason why she breathed a sigh of relief was that Waldo had no doubts and things were developing in the direction she hoped.
As a devout believer, Natasha occasionally attacks the church to protect her good friends and maintain the status of the nobles. Natasha has no psychological barriers at all, but she wants to use the things planned by herself and Lucien to severely destroy the church.
He is unwilling to do anything to destroy its prestige, destroy its relationship with the nobility, and destroy its image in people's minds.
"I hope Lucien can understand that everyone has his own persistence and bottom line."
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In a villa, a middle-aged man wearing a black hooded robe sat on an armchair with his eyes dim.
"Unexpectedly, Morning Star, who has always been silent, turned out to be a traitor." The sage sighed with a pale face, as if he had lost a lot of blood.
When he observed each apprentice's reaction when they heard the news from the Magic Council headquarters, he had already roughly figured it out.
The professor in front of him was still covered in black robes, then he stretched out his hand and wrote a few words on Morning Star with blood:
"The Betrayer's End."
"professor."
The sage couldn't understand the professor's actions: "Mr. Professor, why did you leave the body, the epigram, and the code name? Wouldn't it be better to let the morning star disappear and push everything to the clown and the church?"
"Now this will focus the hatred and attention on you."
"To scare other betrayers." Lucien smiled and whispered in his heart, "She has helped me so much, how can I make it difficult for her." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better updates of the novel.