Chapter 64 Big People (Asking for Recommendation Votes)
Purple is elegant, serene and gentle, with a family coat of arms engraved on the carriage as well, in the middle is a powerful metal armor arm, which holds a silver shield, and around the arm is a circle of bright violets symbolizing nobility and elegance, and on the outside of the violet is a circle of barrier-like heraldic lines.
This is the coat of arms of the Vaorit family, which, in addition to the name of violet, also has the title of "Shield of Truth".
The nobles who had already entered the Hall of Psalm just now left their seats again, led by Count Hain and Count Lafferty, waiting in the foyer to greet Archduke Vauritt, while musicians and musicians such as Victor, Rhine, and Lucian greeted them from a distance in the small foyer on the other side.
The carriage door of the carriage behind opened and a tall woman in an elegant black evening dress walked down, she had bright long purple hair, thicker eyebrows than ordinary ladies flew diagonally into the sideburns, and combined with the dreamy deep purple pupils, it did not look rough, but had an atmospheric and bright feeling, coupled with a firm and straight smooth nose, not thick or thin, just the right amount of light red lips, she was really a stunning beauty, compared with Sylvia like a lily, she was like an angry violet.
She is the Countess of Violet, Natasha.
The serious and powerful middle-aged woman Lucian had once seen always followed Princess Natasha without leaving her for half a step.
Natasha was a fifth-level knight, half a head taller than most men, and walked to the carriage in front of her with slender legs, opened the door for her father, Grand Duke Vaulite, and helped him down.
Valrit also has long purple hair, but because he is over sixty years old and has experienced the death of his wife and eldest son one after another, he does not have unparalleled knightly talent like Natasha, and he only has the strength of a second-class knight until now, and he is basically forcibly improved by the secret potion of the church and family, so the purple color is silvery, and the old is elegant.
He is three or four points alike to Natasha, even at this age, he is a gentleman so handsome that he makes a girl scream, and even more mature than other young people, but he is both a devout believer and devotes all his feelings to his wife.
When he was still Count Violet, the love story of Grand Duke Vaulite was a classic sung by many bards, he was sent to the kingdom of Holm across the Stormy Strait, and fell in love with the king's princess and only daughter at first sight.
With Natasha's help, Grand Duke Valire slowly walked from the carriage to the red carpet, looking at the sacred and solemn hall of the Psalm Hall that had not changed much since he could remember, while thinking about his own life, thinking about it, he looked sideways at his daughter, now his only troubles and worries were her, she made herself proud, and she had all kinds of things that she couldn't accept and smile bitterly, and her personality was stronger than that of men.
The foyer was in front of him, and Archduke Valire restrained his thoughts, maintaining a majestic and kind smile, greeting the nobles who were loyal to his family, such as Count Hayne and Count Lafferty, while Natasha always nodded with a smile, as if she was comfortable with this kind of social etiquette, and seemed to be alienated from the entire social circle, until she saw Sylvia in the small foyer, she smiled perfectly, and bowed slightly with the men's etiquette of stroking her chest with her right hand.
Seeing this scene, Lucian suddenly felt a little strange, with his extensive knowledge of "books", the performance between Natasha and Sylvia just now seemed, probably, and maybe: "This is too wasteful...... Although he didn't think he would have entanglements with them, Lucian felt sorry for other men.
After performing the knightly etiquette to his loyal lord, Count Hain smiled and said: "Your Majesty, let's go in, otherwise with us old guys, young people will not be able to relax themselves."
His son, Viscount Harrington, a handsome man like a ball of fire, was talking to Princess Natasha, and the concert in the Hall of Psalms was important for the nobles who loved music, but the communication before the concert was just as important.
Archduke Valrit glanced at Viscount Harrington with a faint pity and expectation, then shook his head: "Wait a minute, Cardinal Salde will also come to the concert this time."
Count Lafferty, who had short blonde hair and a hood, suddenly became quiet, and the host of the church in the Duchy of Vaurit, the Holy Spirit priest Bishop Salde, who is a member of the College of Cardinals, and Cardinal Salde, who has been living a semi-secluded life, will also come to listen to the concert?
Is this really so serious? Isn't it some low-level magicians, black knights, and cultists?
Before they could ask a question, a simple and simple carriage with only the Holy Emblem of Truth engraved on the carriage, under the control of two knights wearing silver armor but not bulky, slowly drove to the door of the Hall of Psalms, and then with the help of knightly etiquette, an old man wearing a white ordinary robe, wearing a white soft hat, and all white hair walked out.
Watching Cardinal Salde walk steadily, the nobles all thought to themselves: "Your Excellency, you can't tell that he is a strong man over two hundred years old at all."
In the small foyer, with the appearance of Sald, Lucian's spiritual power imprisoned in his body by the anti-magic circle suddenly felt a burst of warmth, like the illumination of holy light.
"His soul has reached such a terrifying level?!" Lucian was slightly surprised, understanding that he had hidden the Ice and Snow Avenger in the laboratory before he came, and had been restraining his mental power, successfully passing the guards' inspection, and appreciating the horror of the anti-magic circle.
As for Salde, since few people in Alto knew about him, Lucian had also heard of him and understood that he was a Holy Spirit priest, a strong man in the so-called legendary realm of this world, and a group of people who stood at the top of the world.
It is said that among all the cardinals, only more than ten are Holy Spirit Pastors, even if you add some of the leaders of the knights belonging to the church, the giants of the court, the leaders of the ascetics, etc., according to the rumors Lucian has heard, there should be no more than thirty, you know, this is the most powerful force in the entire world, including the Xeno space.
When Lucian lamented the strength of Cardinal Salder, Rhine's hands beside him were tightly pressed against his body, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was afraid of being burned by the invisible holy light.
His behavior was very clear to Lucian, who had long suspected that there was something wrong with him, and when Lucian was about to withdraw his gaze, Rhein seemed to have sensed, his head turned, and his eyes suddenly made contact with Lucian's gaze.
Lucian did not panic, but looked at Rhine generously, and the corners of Rhine's mouth curled up, revealing a faint smile.
The two naturally retracted their gaze and looked at Cardinal Salder, who had already walked to the foyer.
Grand Duke Valire took a step forward, picked up Salde's right hand, bent his knee slightly, and kissed it with knightly etiquette: "Only the truth endures."
This is not a flattery to Sarde, but a tribute to the divine power of royal power on such occasions.
Salde helped up Grand Duke Valriet: "Your Majesty, it's nice to see that you are still so healthy, and it's also nice to see that our lovely little Natasha is becoming more and more chivalrous."
The two supported each other and walked into the hall of the chant, Natasha took a half step back, holding Sald's other arm, while the other nobles walked behind in strict order according to their respective titles and their respective lords.
Seeing the nobles walking into the hall of chant, Victor smiled and said to Rhein: "We should go backstage to prepare, Lucian, you are waiting for your friends here and take them to the small stand on the west side of the hall."
Most of Lot's and Herodotus' friends were nobles, and they were reluctant to go to that small stand and lose the opportunity to communicate, especially for Phyllis, her uncle and her cousin were all noble figures, great power, and powerful figures, and they were sought after and surrounded by people in this kind of social occasion. Looking at their backs, Phyllis sighed slightly and walked in with Victor and the others.
Outside the small foyer, only the housekeepers Ace and Lucian were standing here, one was a relative waiting for Victor, and the other was a friend waiting for himself.
It didn't take long for Lucian to see a carriage that seemed to be crushed and unable to walk, and Evan in a cute little dress jumped down from it, and then John after a long absence, he looked even more upright and handsome after putting on the dress, and his blonde hair was very dazzling in the light.
Evan helped Joel, John helped Alyssa who was about to burst her dress out of the carriage, Lucian quickly greeted him, smiled and punched John on the shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come."
John smiled and returned Lucian's weak punch on the shoulder: "Lucian, I will definitely come to listen to your first performance."
Then he gave Lucian a knight's hug: "I have good news for you, my strength has been raised to the level of a high-ranking knight's attendant."
"It's really good things coming one after another." Lucian led them into the small foyer, and at this time Elena also came over in a carriage, her tight pale yellow dress outlined her slender figure, and her deliberately dressed appearance was not as beautiful as Sylvia and Natasha, but she was also pure and beautiful like an angel.
Joel glanced at Lucian and said with a smile: "Little Evans, you have kidnapped a good girl, but Little John hasn't even touched the girl's hand yet."
John, who had a calm temperament, couldn't help but blush, it seemed that he was indeed just a rookie in this regard. Of course, Lucian is too, whether in the past life or in this life.
"No, just friends." Lucian explained in embarrassment that his current goals were magic, knowledge, and the Magic Council.
Lucian then led them through the small foyer into the small grandstand on the west side, which was far away from the hall and had only twenty seats.
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After the Count and above nobles sat down in the well-placed box, Archduke Vaorith asked Bishop Salde beside him: "Your Excellency, what happened to Baron Laurent this time?"
Although the City Guard and the Principality's intelligence department are also investigating, they are certainly not as good as the courts and the high-ranking priests who claim to be able to receive revelation from the God of Truth.
Bishop Sald looked at the band kindly and said unconcernedly: "It should be the sect of the duke in hell, his predecessor was sealed somewhere in the dark mountains by the ancient magic empire, and he has been trying to find him and then absorb him."
"However, in this case, he should be more secretive." Natasha asked suspiciously, "And the magician also intervened."
Sald nodded: "The Lord has revealed to me that there is indeed another conspiracy, so I am still judging it based on news from other countries and the documents of the ancient Sylvanas magical empire. As for those magicians, they are just a few apprentices and a mysterious 'professor' from the headquarters of the Magic Council, but he is not strong, his strength is only three or four rings, so there is no need to worry too much."
"From the Magic Council headquarters?" Grand Duke Valire and Natasha asked at the same time, their expressions were the same strange.
(End of this chapter)