Chapter 180 The Temptation of "The Devil" (Congratulations to the Eighth Alliance, Yun Juan Yunshu is not me)
——Thank you Yunshou for the reward, he has been supporting me since the beginning of the destruction of luck, thank you very much.
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Finally escaped from the danger of the Kotao fishman attack, and did not alarm the priests and knights, these apprentices thought that the matter was over here, and there should be no other difficulties.
At this time, the storm was much smaller, whether it was escaping or casting magic, it was easy to be detected, Lucian and the magic apprentices seemed to be in an extremely dangerous situation again, this called Annick and the others Why were they not desperate and depressed?
Lucian, who was holding the "Ambola Staff", was already a little accustomed to the tricks of fate, and his emotions of suppressing nervousness, worry, and fear did not dissipate at all. While gently patting Annick, Leilia and Heidi on the shoulder, signaling them not to be afraid, he listened carefully to the conversation outside, thinking quickly in his mind.
Tom's voice was loud but flattering: "Reverend Cody, the sailor's cabin is dirty and smelly, how can you have a noble person like you inspect it? Just look at the damage in the cabin and leave it to me and the sailors, you just need to drink black tea and wait leisurely in the room, just like the bishop and the priest."
"Cough, Tom Boatswain, I'm just a trainee pastor, although I am at an advanced level and not far from becoming an official pastor, but according to the Code, you still can't call me a pastor directly." The trainee pastor named Cody was refusing, but his tone was obviously joyful, and it was his lifelong dream to be called the pastor.
The "Scriptures" are the sacred doctrines of the Church, and the "Scriptures" are the "laws" of the Church, stipulating the matters that clergy and paladins should follow.
After Cody was humble, his attitude became kinder: "Tom, boatswain, I am grateful for your kindness, but when it comes to the repair of the magic array, the inspection can only be left to me, the trainee priest, and the knight attendants. Your sailors have not received formal education and cannot tell whether the wooden board on the surface is damaged by the divine formation, so I can only say sorry for your sincerity."
Tom's current apparent identity is a dark knight loyal to Viscount Wright and a devout believer in the God of Truth, but because he is of dark blood, he cannot become a first mate or captain like a regular knight, and can only be a lower-ranking boatswain. But no matter what, as a dark knight who is not wanted, Cody still has to maintain the most basic politeness when facing him, and seeing that the knight-level powerhouses respect him so much, Cody is in a better mood.
Hearing Cody's words, Tom didn't know how to answer for a while, his sailors were indeed from poor backgrounds and had no knight or priest education, so it was better to let them die than to let them check that the magic circle was intact, and the ones hidden in the sailors' cabin could be checked, but they could not be exposed.
"Lohman, De Boer...... Check this side, Jacques, Sammy...... Go over there." Seeing that Tom did not stop him anymore, Cody began to enjoy the pleasure of giving orders, and these high-ranking apprentice priests and high-ranking knight attendants who were usually of the same status as himself now had to obey his arrangements.
Listening to Cody's arrangement, seeing the trainee priest and knight attendants inspecting the cabin separately, Tom was extremely anxious, although the cabin where Lucian and the apprentices were hiding was in the far corner, and it took a lot of time to check the past one by one, but there were still Cody and several trainee priests and knight attendants standing in the aisle, and there was no way to move them. Countless thoughts flashed through his brain, and all kinds of miserable consequences of his identity being exposed couldn't help but emerge wildly.
Just as Tom was about to stop waiting for "others" to stop him and take a risk, disguising himself as a fishman who had not yet escaped to kill and silence him, he suddenly felt someone touch his arm.
"What's the matter...... Evan ...... You?!" Tom turned his head and was shocked to find Lucian standing beside him proudly, except that he was wearing a dirty sailor suit, his face was painted with the oil paint that sailors liked, his hair was messy, and his head was hanging low.
This scared Tom almost to shout, but fortunately, he was a formal knight with strong body control, and he closed his mouth tightly after saying half a word.
Lucian said in a hoarse voice: "Boss, the cabin on the lower floor is very badly damaged." As he spoke, he quietly wrote words on Tom's arm. He is from the Magic Council, so he should not be illiterate, right?
Next to him, Cody heard Lucian's voice coming over, turned his head to look twice, and saw that a strange sailor was reporting the situation to Tom, so he nodded slightly and waited for Tom to tell him.
There are so many dirty and lowly sailors and coolies on the ship, how could one of his noble trainee pastors get to know them one by one? The same goes for the knights' attendants!
Tom quietly felt Lucian's finger and found that it was a short word.
"Jacques?" He thought suspiciously, but immediately saw Lucian pointing to the cabin over there, and suddenly guessed Lucian's request, glanced at the cabin where the apprentices were hiding, and whispered: "Let him?"
Lucian nodded solemnly, he calmly waited for the opportunity in the sailor cabin, and when he patiently listened to their conversation, he suddenly heard Jacques' name, and the voice of the answer was the same as that of the cargo master cabin before, so he thought of a way.
Then, Lucian neatly changed into the sailor suit in the cabin, applied oil paint on his face, and openly pushed open the door and walked out.
The bet is that the apprentice priest and knight attendants will definitely not care about the sailors they don't look down on at all!
And the boatswain who knows what the sailors are on his side.
Tom's thin and gloomy face showed a flattering smile: "Lord Cody, the cabin below is the place where the main battle was just now, it is seriously damaged, and there are leaks in many places. He hinted that several priests below were repairing the divine circle and the cabin.
"And the cabin above, you can leave four or five people to check slowly, and when the lower cabin is repaired, this place will be over a long time ago."
Although his advancement mainly depends on his devotion to the God of Truth and his mastery of knowledge, if the pastor tilts a little more in the allocation of resources, or takes care of the location of the church, his promotion will be much faster.
"Tom, boatswain, please help the remaining apprentice chaplains and knight attendants check the cabin." Cody quickly made a decision to invite his companions who had a good relationship with him to go down.
"Yes, Lord Cody." Before he could speak, Tom took the lead and walked up to Jacques, laughing: "Mr. Jacques, according to Lord Cody's instructions, I will take you to check the cabin over there first."
Jacques is a handsome and elegant young man with a straight nose and blue eyes.
Seeing that Tom took the initiative to do things, Jacques was usually conceited and handsome, and had good talents in many aspects, and was quite arrogant, Cody didn't say much, leaving five or six apprentice chaplains and knight attendants who didn't stay with him for a long time and rushed to the lower cabin.
Since the repair of the divine magic circle was related to whether the sailboat would sink in the stormy sea, although the few who stayed behind complained a little, they still checked it seriously. One of them stood in the middle of the aisle and commanded to prevent the fishman from escaping the net, while the rest went to different cabins.
Jacques, along with Tom and Lucian, walked to the cabin in the corner.
As Lucian walked, his right hand drooped, and he secretly wrote a few words on the back of Tom's hand: "Left hand, clench your fist, burst out with bloodline power."
Tom's eyes flickered for a moment, recalling Lucian's assassination of Brown, and guessed what he meant, that is, if he clenched his fist with his left hand, he would burst out with bloodline power, covering up the fluctuations of his magic: "Is he ready to charm humans again? But now the storm is very small, the bishop is back on the ship, and the bloodline power is very poor in covering up magic fluctuations, so it is very likely to be discovered!"
In his uneasy mood, the three of them walked to the corner of the cabin.
When Jacques saw the strange sailor diligently pushing open the door, he nodded in satisfaction, and then stepped in.
The cabin was as empty as Jacques expected, and just as he was about to check the board near the window, a gentle and magnetic voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Mr. Jacques, what will Miss Cherie do if you fail to become an official knight in three years?"
Jacques turned his head in shock and looked at the daring sailor, his right hand clenched the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his sword and kill at any moment: "What are you talking about?!"
"Tell me about you and Miss Cherie. Hehe, how do I know, Mr. Jacques, you don't need to understand, but are you really sure that you will definitely stimulate the power of your bloodline in three years?" Lucian looked into his eyes, his left hand slightly bent.
Jacques saw the sailor who had been bowing his head raising his head, his dark eyes were quiet and deep, and the oil paint on his face not only did not damage his handsomeness, but added a bit of strange and mysterious beauty to him.
After a pause for a few seconds, Jacques roared: "Who are you?! I don't need you to care if I can stimulate the power of my blood in three years!" He himself didn't know why, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of alarming the people outside.
No matter how confident the knights and attendants are, they are not too sure in the face of this difficulty, and many talented and talented guys have not been able to cross it.
Lucian laughed: "Yes, whether you can inspire the power of the bloodline really has nothing to do with me, but Miss Cherie is about to marry another nobleman, don't you feel heartbroken? Aren't you angry?"
Seeing Jacques silent, Lucian continued: "And I have the ability to let you activate the power of your bloodline!"
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?!" When Jacques saw Tom guarding the door, he immediately understood that the two of them were in a group, but Lucian's words struck his heart like lightning, causing his suppressed despair and pain to mix with hope.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether I have the ability to help you stimulate the power of your bloodline. As for why I help you, don't you think I'm a good person?" Lucian said humorously, the expression on his face was smiling, but his eyes were unusually calm without the slightest smile, "As long as you wait and pretend not to see something."
Jacques' eyes narrowed and stared at Lucian's eyes: "Are you a magician?"
In addition to the holy water of the church, he had only heard of the secret potions in the families of great nobles, and mixing potions was the specialty of magicians.
"As you can see, Mr. Jacques, and I am also a knight." Lucian's right hand reached out in front of him and began to moonlight, his left hand ready to be held at any time, "Look, I have allowed myself to stimulate the power of the bloodline."
"In three years, if you can't become a knight on your own, come to me with the magic contract we signed."
"We don't mean to do anything bad, we just want to arrive safely in the Kingdom of Holm, which is not contrary to your knightly creed, Mr. Jacques. And without ability, not fighting desperately with magicians is also in line with the church's requirements, and it does not make you betray your faith."
"Mr. Jacques, do you want to watch Miss Cherie marry another nobleman, want to see her smile and act coquettishly in the arms of another man, and watch her continue her blood for other men?"
Jacques clenched his hands, his veins bulged, and Lucian's faint smile was reflected in his pupils, feeling that the handsome magician in oil paint in front of him was like a devil from hell, a devil who tempted good people to fall!
(End of this chapter)