——I’m going to take a leave first. Because the air conditioner is broken and the lease is expiring, I’m moving tonight. I’ll put the chapter on tomorrow morning on the weekend. I’m sorry.
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Inside a seemingly ordinary civilian house in the Viola Alto district.
The clown leaned against the old wardrobe, and with his remaining left hand, he took out a tube of potion from the night watchman's robe with difficulty and drank it.
The clown, who had lost half of his right side, could not even breathe. He could only rely on the strong vitality of the knight to support him. After escaping to this secret hiding place, he finally ran out of energy and could not even take one more step to reach the secret room.
No, I had to fall down against the wardrobe and try to stabilize the injury with medical drugs.
The pure and holy liquid was poured into the throat, and the clown's exposed internal organs and flesh began to squirm. However, no matter how much they increased, they collapsed as soon as they hit the fracture, as if there was an invisible crack blocking all efforts to recover and letting life
Passing steadily and quickly.
"Are you going to die here?" The clown sighed in a daze, experiencing for the first time the horror of top bloodline abilities.
Kick, kick, kick, several footsteps approaching, the clown opened his eyes weakly and helplessly, and could only watch the night watchman catch up.
The door was pushed open, and in came Juliana, Lunde and Minsk, who were not included in this mission.
Seeing that it was them, the clown raised some hope of survival, and struggled to express his inner reluctance word by word: "It wasn't... I... killed... it was... the professor...'s... conspiracy.
"
Unexpectedly, even though I was cautious, I still fell into the professor's scheme, but what made me unwilling to accept it the most was that I couldn't understand the professor's purpose. It was because of the wrong purpose that I ended up in this situation!
What is the purpose of his frantic planning of all this?!
Juliana saw the miserable appearance of the clown. Even though she was used to seeing death and killing, her eyes couldn't help but turn red: "Captain, I believe you must be that damn professor. No matter how crazy you are, you can't do it in front of Juliana."
Kill Lucien Evans in front of Tasha. Just hold on, I’ll heal you!”
Although the Joker did say that he would catch or kill Lucien Evans in front of Natasha, but that was with definite evidence. Now the promise seems to have come true, but the premise is wrong.
Not to mention it would be a huge irony.
After Lund heard Juliana's words, his solemn and old-fashioned face showed a bit of unbearability, as if he had foreseen something, but he did not stop him. Instead, he watched Juliana perform her magic as if expecting a miracle.
A battle priest is also a priest. Juliana is no worse than others in healing magic, but whether she casts it or the healing magic inspired by magic items, after the rays of light of different levels light up and disappear, she cannot let the huge
The ferocious wounds got better, and the "invisible cracks" swallowed and divided everything.
"Captain Lunde..." Juliana looked at Lunde with tears in her eyes. He was the only one here who was close to the high level. If even he couldn't do anything, then the clown would basically be declared dead.
Lund took a deep breath, suppressed all the weak and sad emotions, and raised his sword as calmly as ice. A calm and deep light slowly lit up on his body, and then the light and the strange darkness from the black gloves
Fused together and stained the long sword.
He shouted, stepped forward, and slashed at the clown's wound with his long sword, as if he wanted to cut open the invisible twisted gap.
Eliminating the bloodline can eliminate all supernatural powers except the true God!
The long sword struck the invisible gap that separated the clown's wound, and a series of strange fluctuations occurred. Juliana suddenly felt that something was disappearing.
But the gap remains stubborn and has not weakened in any way. It seems that the sense of disappearance is just everyone's illusion.
Lund did not give up, and slashed down with his sword, stirring up fierce strong winds, but nothing changed, and the clown's squirming flesh still could not be healed.
"No need...don't try again...unless...Lund you...become a Sky Knight...otherwise...it won't be completely eliminated until I die..." The clown seemed to have recovered a little, with a funny and exaggerated smile.
A pair of deep black eyes, the past madness, anger, hatred, unwillingness, etc. seem to have brewed into the final peace.
"Captain, you..." Juliana screamed sadly.
As a team member who has followed the clown for seven or eight years, she has been saved by the clown many times in danger. When facing terrifying evil, the captain clown is the strongest backing of their entire team, so even though many night watchmen condemn the clown for being crazy and perverse
, with a cruel and twisted personality, she still trusted and loved the captain. Unexpectedly, when she met the professor twice, her teammates would inevitably die sadly one by one until the captain.
The clown said as if he had an obsession: "I wasn't... the one who killed... it was the professor's... conspiracy."
"I know, captain, I know. If it hadn't been for the delay of the leaders of the tribunal, we would have arrived in time, and you would not have been framed by the professor and violently attacked by Natasha." Juliana revealed her feelings for the church.
, were strongly dissatisfied with the Inquisition. Although they repeatedly requested to leave as soon as possible and not let the professor go, they still continued to discuss whether this was a conspiracy for the professor to lure away the night watchmen and remove the betrayers, and wasted a lot of time before making a decision. And if
If the church and the Inquisition had not weakened under the pressure of the nobles, how could everything have reached such an irreversible point?!
Lund was not included in the night watch team chasing the professor. It was not until he heard that the clown had happened that he hurriedly searched for possible places where he was hiding, and then met Juliana nearby.
At this time, he was talking about the latest information: "Morning Star is dead, killed by the professor, leaving the 'betrayer's ending'." His tone was cold and filled with infinite anger. If the professor appeared in front of him at this time,
In front of him, he definitely couldn't help but tear the professor into pieces.
"Really?" The clown's anger seemed to be gradually igniting again, and he said with difficulty: "The church is too degenerate... too weak. If it was still... like before, how could we... be taught like... a cat teasing a mouse...
...played twice..."
"Yeah, I think many people in the church have lost their devout faith, and they compromise with the nobles and darkness under the pretext of difficulties and obstacles!" A layer of red flames appeared on Minsk's body in anger, and he felt a little bit irrational.
The clown's spirit became excited, and his speech was no longer as intermittent as before: "Although I inspired the puppet bloodline, I couldn't control my madness, committed many crimes, killed many innocent people, and was complacent about it, like
A real clown, but after being inspired by that ascetic monk, I believed in the Lord wholeheartedly, kept in mind the oath of the night watchman, abandoned enjoyment, and was willing to live in darkness forever to guard light and justice, and to devote myself to fighting evil."
"No matter how crazy and violent I am in the eyes of others, even the ordinary family members of the evildoers will not be spared, but everything I do does not feel the slightest bit of guilt. It is all for the purpose of eradicating evil!"
The clown seemed to have bloomed the last ray of light in his life. After saying this, his breath suddenly became weak, and he looked at Lund, Juliana and Minsk: "I hope... you... don't... forget... the night watchman.
...Vow... not to compromise with darkness and evil... not to... let... the professor..."
"Yes, Captain." Juliana answered with tears streaming down her face but extremely firmly.
Lund, on the other hand, made the sign of the cross on his chest with red eyes, and said solemnly to the clown:
"The night is coming, and I will guard it from now on until I am called by the Lord. I will give up everything else and stay in the darkness. I will not marry, have no children, will not have a fief, and will not have wealth. I will stay away from glory, stay away from praise, and fulfill my duties faithfully.
, until death. I am the opposite of evil, the mortal enemy of corruption. I am the fire that resists the cold and the light that pierces the darkness. I dedicate my life and glory to the Lord and guard the darkness for Him, tonight and every night.
"
With tears in their eyes, both Juliana and Minsk repeated the oath of the Night's Watch: "...I dedicate my life and glory to the Lord, to guard the darkness for Him, tonight and every night."
The clown stretched out his left hand with difficulty and made the sign of the cross in front of his unbroken heart: "I...dedicate...my life and glory...to the Lord...for Him...to guard...the darkness...tonight...so...
...night and night...so..."
As the voice gradually deepened, the clown's eyes slowly closed. His vision was scattered, and the sad, angry and sad expressions of Juliana and others became blurred.
At this time, the clown heard crisp footsteps in a daze!
Lund was the first to react, turning his head sharply, then his eyes widened, and he said in surprise and fear: "Lord Amorton!"
Standing at the door was a woman wearing a red bishop's robe and a special red square hat. She had long black hair and a dull and beautiful face with a hint of compassion.
"Mr. Bishop Amorton!" Minsk and Juliana were also filled with shock and panic. Unexpectedly, the person who appeared here was the giant in charge of the tribunal, Cardinal Vera Amorton.
Is she hunting the Joker?
Will she punish herself and others as well?
Amorton walked quickly to the clown, squatted down and looked at it for a while before saying: "I came a little late, the clown's soul has been split by the sword of truth..."
While speaking, she released a milky white holy light from her hand that slowly faded away the invisible twisted gap, but the clown's flesh and blood no longer had the squirming feeling before, just like a pile of rotten flesh. This was a sign of exhaustion of vitality.
"Lord Amorton?" Regarding Amorton's performance, the grieving Lund and others noticed something unusual. It seemed that she was not here to capture the clown?
Amorton squatted half in front of the clown, looked at them slightly and said in a serious tone: "The nobles are arrogant and have forgotten the blessing of the Lord. The church is weak and has lost the glory of God. I think you should have a deep understanding of this."
.”
Lund and others who just said these words in grief and anger felt the same, but these words were close to betraying the church, and they still did not dare to repeat them in front of the cardinal in charge of the Inquisition.
Seeing their silence, Amorton turned to look at the clown: "You are the most loyal night watchman of the Lord. On behalf of other people in the church who are as dissatisfied with the status quo as I am, I pay my highest respect to you. Whether on earth,
Still on the mountain of heaven, we will walk with you, the glory of the Lord will envelope you, and you will never be alone."
The clown was almost speechless, but strong joy still erupted in his vague feelings.
"Lord Amorton, are you a faction within the church that opposes the status quo?" Lund asked cautiously, this was something he had never heard of before.
Amorton stood up and looked at them with pity: "Yes, are you willing to join?"
Thinking of the previous powerlessness and grief, thinking of the clown's fate, thinking of the past glory, and thinking of big figures like Amorton taking the lead, Lunde, Juliana, and Minsk all drew crosses on their chests and said firmly: "Only the truth lasts forever.
.We will defend the glory of the Lord to the death!”
The clown's consciousness was completely blurred, as if he had fallen into a dream from which he would never wake up, and he clearly felt the breath of death.
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to see a silver-haired man in a red shirt and black coat in his dream. He was holding a glass of red liquid and chuckled: "He is really trying..."
PS: The Oath of the Night Watch was adapted from A Song of Ice and Fire. The general framework has not changed. I pay tribute to the master. This is the most impressive part of the oath for me. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated.