Chapter 2 comes with you
——The second update, ask for collection, recommendation, and click
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The evening sun pierced through the crimson clouds and shone on the quiet Adjean church square, and the little sun held by the bishop in his hand had lost its bright brilliance.
In the center of the square, the beautiful black-robed witch had been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughter and curses seemed to still echo, making many people shiver, looked around, and then followed the bishops and pastors into the church, repenting of their sins under the attention of the Lord, and praying sincerely.
The dazzling white light seemed to be still in front of him, and the divine and majestic power it contained seemed to still be vaguely felt, Lucian had accepted his identity under this impact, burying everything in the past deeply in his heart, and did not dare to show the slightest abnormality.
"The power of divine magic is so powerful, I wonder if I have a chance to learn it?"
Lucian was physically and mentally shocked, thinking that there was no awe that ordinary people should have, when suddenly, a huge force slapped Lucian's left shoulder, causing him to fall to the left involuntarily, almost standing unsteadily.
"Oh, my poor little Evans, you're finally fine, it's all the blessing of the Lord, I thought you would be like your father, who fell ill and never stood up again, thank the Lord that such a wonderful fellowship can continue to live."
Lucian was slapped like this, and he had already woken up from the shock and fainted, and saw a brown-haired aunt who was two feet wide enough to stand next to him, wiping his tears while patting his shoulder frequently with his right hand, which was comparable to a bear's paw attack.
Lucian opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word, because: "What should this aunt be called? It seems that my full name should be Lucian? Evans?"
Lucian's avoidance made the aunt even more sad: "Poor little Evans, you must be sick and confused, look at this little face, you can see the bones so thin that you can see the bones......"
In the midst of the chanting, Lucian was extremely embarrassed, he traveled through by himself, except for being able to understand and speak the language here, he had no memory inherited, if he dealt with the wrong way, he was likely to be mistaken for being possessed by the devil, of course, in a sense, the current Lucian was indeed invaded by the devil and took over his soul.
Fortunately, at this moment, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat aunt and comforted him: "Alyssa, little Evans is just fine, he must be very weak, don't disturb him. Aiwen, help your mother, let's go home together."
This middle-aged man was very thin, with a slightly arched back, and short blonde hair that was slightly gray.
But in Lucian's eyes, this middle-aged uncle was like an angel with a white halo at this time, freeing himself from embarrassment and tension.
"Aunt Alyssa, I'm all right, but I'm still a little dizzy." Lucian was planning words so as not to show his feet.
The little boy who pulled Lucian to see the burning witch Evan half-supported his mother and made a face: "Brother Lucian is not the kind of coward who dies after getting sick once, only you still treat him as a little boy who needs to be taken care of."
Aunt Alyssa wiped her tears: "Little Evans, I am relieved to see you getting better, blame the damn, evil, witch who has gone to hell."
Supported by Evian, Aunt Alyssa walked forward slowly, nagging: "When she first moved into the house next to you, how quiet and beautiful, how gentle and elegant, I also thought that if little John could marry such a girl, it would be a gift from the Lord, but she turned out to be a witch, and she also ran to the cemetery to steal the remains of the dead to cast evil magic, fortunately, the glory of the Lord shone on everything, and the night watchman of the court was in the cemetery at that time, and caught her directly, otherwise she would have prepared evil magic, We in Adrian District don't know how many people will die......"
Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, from Aunt Alyssa's nagging, Lucian probably knew what happened, the witch was caught by the church's night watch when she went to the cemetery to steal the body, and herself, as her neighbor, was also found by the church for interrogation.
Seeing that Lucian didn't speak, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucian on the shoulder and comforted him quietly: "Alyssa is nagging like this, just pretend you didn't hear it."
Lucian didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.
The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Alyssa's back and sighed quietly: "Hey, Alyssa was a pure and passionate beautiful girl back then, but since giving birth to Little John, it was like being cursed by the devil, and it became what it is now in just one year."
He looked like he was full of emotion in life, his eyes were quite deep, and then he paused: "I can't beat her anymore."
As soon as he crossed over, he saw and experienced the power of divine magic with his own eyes, Lucian was greatly shocked and was in a state of restlessness, so he just smiled reluctantly, did not answer directly, and he still didn't know what to call this uncle.
Perhaps the uncle was too absorbed in his memory and didn't notice the control of his voice, Alyssa snorted: "Joel, you are a bard full of ideals and passions, and the young man who went to Alto to pursue his musical dreams has not also become an alcoholic who gets drunk all day long."
Joel smiled: "Aalto is the city of hymns, and there are countless young people who pursue their musical dreams every day, but how many of them can succeed? Alyssa, besides, since little John started exercising, haven't I stopped drinking?"
Aunt Alyssa glared back at him: "Fortunately, with the protection of the Lord, you know that our hope is in John and Evan. If he hadn't exercised every day, how could he have been chosen by Sir Wayne to go to his manor for formal knight training, if he could inspire the 'divine grace' in his blood and become a true knight, then he would be made a lord by the Grand Duke and become a respected nobleman."
The stern gaze made Joel shrink his shoulders, but Alyssa quickly noticed Lucian's trance: "Oh, sorry, little Evans, Auntie didn't mention this on purpose, you are also very talented, but, you just haven't started exercising since you were a child......"
Finding that the more she spoke, the more she touched the scars in Lucian's heart, Alyssa hurriedly closed her mouth and motioned for Joel to speak with her eyes.
Joel laughed and patted Lucian on the shoulder again: "How can our little Evans be so fragile, he is the man who inherits his Uncle Joel's dream of being a musician."
Lucian, who was in a turbulent mood, had no choice but to grin: "Yes, my dream is to become a musician."
Seeing that Lucian was fine, Alyssa continued to nag about all kinds of trivial matters, which gave Lucian a better understanding of the city he was in.
This is a large city called Aalto, near the Dark Mountains, with the title of the City of Psalms, prosperous and full of opportunities.
He currently lives in the Adjan district of Aalto, where the poor gather, and seems to have lost his regular job of helping to carry goods in the market area due to a few days of serious illness.
Soon, the four of them walked to the cabin where Lucian was.
Aunt Alyssa originally wanted to invite Lucian to her house for dinner, but Lucian, who was in dire need of quietness, politely refused her.
When parting, Evan quietly and curiously asked Lucian: "Brother Lucian, when did your dream become a musician?"
"Just now." Lucian moved his mouth numbly.
Evan let out a long sigh.
Entering the house, locking the door, Lucian sat down reluctantly, his elbows resting on the wooden table, and his head buried deep in his elbows.
"I actually crossed over!"
"And it's this kind of world with inhuman power."
"If you are not careful, you will be tied to the stake and burned alive."
The emotions that arose from witnessing the miserable fate of the witch just now finally erupted when no one was around, and Lucian was shocked, frightened and afraid.
Of course, as a guy who hasn't experienced many big things, although Lucian is a little introverted and easy to panic when encountering things, he still maintained his composure in the face of that huge pressure, and he couldn't suppress it until he came back.
I have to say that the environment and encounters are the most abrasive.
As time passed, darkness gradually fell, Lucian also adapted to the fear, calmed down, since they had all crossed over, no matter how panicked, worried, or afraid they were, it was useless, they could only carefully see step by step, and if they died this time, they might not be able to cross again.
Just as he was about to plan his life, Lucian immediately felt a surge of hunger, and it was like a fire burning in his stomach, and saliva kept secreting.
Swallowing his saliva and filling his stomach was a priority, Lucian interrupted his thoughts and walked towards the only crate in the house where he could store things.
In the dilapidated box, except for some clothes, Lucian saw two black loaves of bread-like food, as well as seven brass coins that shone with metallic light.
The stomach bag had replaced Lucian's brain, and he had no extra energy to think about anything else, so he picked up a piece of black bread and nibbled on it.
With a click, Lucian quickly covered his mouth with his hand, his teeth almost collapsed, is this bread or a wooden stick?
After smelling it, Lucian was barely sure that it was indeed bread, but it was hard enough to knock an adult unconscious.
Suppressing his hunger, Lucian dug out the flint from the crate again, and after failing several times, he finally lit the wood under the stove and began to bake bread in an orderly manner.
"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef, kung pao chicken......" While baking bread, Lucian was talking about the food, and his saliva couldn't stop pouring out.
The brown bread was a little softer, and Lucian couldn't help but nibble on it, the terrifying taste was like chewing wood chips.
But Lucian still devoured it, and while eating, he couldn't help but sigh: "If I eat this kind of food every day, it would be better to die, no, I must make money, I must get rid of this poor life."
"If I could learn magic and become a bishop and pastor......" In his mind, Lucian thought of the well-dressed bishops and pastors he saw in front of the church, and the inhuman power and the noble status they came from, and couldn't help but feel his heart flutter, "But, in my situation, isn't going to church looking for death? I wonder if there are other ways to obtain inhuman extraordinary powers? For example, that charism?"
"If I can't obtain this power, will what I learn be useful in this world?"
Stopping his hunger, Lucian began to seriously analyze his path to survival, but when he just recalled the knowledge he had learned, Lucian suddenly happened, and it seemed like something else was in his mind.
After realizing it carefully, Lucian couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Isn't this a book in the library? They also crossed over?"
There was actually a whole library of books in his mind, they didn't look like memories, but like projections, and they were placed in categories for Lucian to read.
Curious Lucian flipped through the books casually, and suspiciously happened, most of the books could not be opened.
(End of this chapter)