Chapter 291 is about to be completed (first update)
Seeing that the corners of Lucian's mouth, chin, and chest were all stained with bright red blood, the security guard didn't listen to his "it's okay" words at all, and said eagerly and worriedly: "Mr. Evans, hold on! Do you have any healing potion on your body? If not, I have a bottle here, if it doesn't work, I'll go to the Golden Cathedral and ask the bishop to treat you!"
If he asked someone at the level of a bishop to treat him, it would be easy to find out the abnormality of his soul, so he took out a bottle of ordinary healing potion that could be bought in the church with difficulty, drank it slowly, and then waved his hand and said: "I am just a minor injury, and I will be fine after drinking the potion. And don't forget, I am also a knight with strong self-healing ability, although that assassin is powerful, but he was frightened away by you before he could kill the killer."
Hearing Lucian speak smoothly, but his breath was insufficient and mixed with coughing, the security guard finally felt relieved, then drew his long sword and stayed by Lucian's side every step, afraid that there would be other assassins.
But he reminded again: "Mr. Evans, many dark bloodline powers are very strange, even if the injuries are not serious on the surface, they are likely to corrode and destroy your internal organs slowly and imperceptibly.
"Thank you for reminding me, I will depend on my condition after dawn. As a knight, I think I can judge my physical condition." Lucian pretended to be stubborn.
"Okay." The security guard didn't say anything more. Many people are like this, obviously very afraid of death, but they are taboo to say that there is something wrong with them. Before their injuries or illnesses break out, they always have a strong sense of luck, and they are both afraid and troublesome about going to see the doctor at the good church or the pastor or bishop of the church.
It didn't take long for Alyssa and Joel, who noticed the movement, rushed into Lucian's room under the protection of private soldiers, and saw that there was no frightening condition such as blood except for his "pale" face and "vain steps", so they left a hanging heart in place.
"Poor little Evans, which damn bastard is going to assassinate you?! You're just a musician, not a knight, not a priest......" Alyssa said angrily while shedding tears, "Could it be, is it your musical competitor?"
"Alyssa, don't think about it, which musician can afford to hire an assassin at the level of a great knight?" Joel inquired some information from the security guard, "Little Evans, have you found anything?"
At this time, Natasha flew in through the window with Camille, her nose twitched slightly, as if she smelled the smell of blood that had not completely dissipated, so her expression became a little strange, and then she quickly asked "unusually severely" and "imposingly": "Lucian, what are the characteristics of an assassin?"
"It's just a dark shadow, but it gives me a familiar feeling, it seems to be a cultist ...... Silver and White Horns" In front of everyone, Lucian naturally wouldn't say that he saw a clown and saw a pair of black gloves, so he pushed it to the silver and white horns who had a grudge against musician Lucian Evans.
"Is it them?!" Alyssa's blood faded, and she took a step back a little unsteadily, the experience of being kidnapped and cut off by the Silver and White Horn was a nightmare she didn't want to recall.
Joel clasped his hands tightly, and his low voice was extremely angry: "They actually want to take revenge on you, little Evans!"
Obviously, the silver and white horns perfectly carried the black pot.
Sending Joel and Alyssa, who had become emotionally unstable, back to the room, and sending away the security guards, Natasha said with a smile: "Lucian, do you want to pretend to be assassinated, or is there really an assassin who is coming and you take advantage of it?"
"The real assassin is probably a level five knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask." Lucian replied without concealment.
Natasha raised her head slightly: "It seems a bit familiar......"
"It's the clown of the Night Watch Captain." Camille maintained a serious face and simply replied, "I have seen him in several operations with the Night's Watch."
After serving as the night watchman, the information is kept strictly confidential, and only the giant of the court, the cardinal or cardinal who presides over the diocese, can know and will not disclose it to anyone, usually by a code name or pseudonym.
They have lived in the dark for a long time, and some have been wearing masks, hoods, cloaks, etc. to cover their appearances, so Natasha does not know the specific situation of the Night's Watch in the Diocese of Valriet, which also causes Lucian to have no association when he first heard the Joker - when the Melzer Black Forest designed the Night's Watch and the Silver and White Horn Fire, Lucian did not approach, so naturally he didn't know which Night's Watch were and which survived.
"What a night watchman...... after confirming that it was a black glove, Lucian was half solemn and half relaxed, solemn was that the church night watchmen were still eyeing him, they were like mad dogs, as long as they bit them, they would never let go easily, and the relaxed thing was that he used this way to test them, indicating that their suspicions were not recognized by the upper echelons, otherwise just let the cardinal take the opportunity of a banquet or concert to quietly perform a divine technique of identification and investigation, and he could easily draw conclusions.
Camille said with a rigid face: "He is a night watchman who survived the battle with the Silver and White Horn in the Black Forest of Merze."
Camille has no good impression of the "professor" at all.
"It turns out to be him, no wonder I feel familiar." Natasha, who participated in that battle, clapped her hands.
How much harm did the professor cause them? Lucian finally understood why the Night Watch was relentless in tracking him down.
"But that's fine, he directly tried to show that there was no conclusive evidence, and the top management of the church did not suspect you." Natasha smiled, "Originally, I wanted you to use the excuse of being seriously ill and have someone else conduct the concert instead of you, and then at the end of the concert, a generation of great musicians was called by the Lord to avoid being tempted by the suspicious cardinal in the Hall of Psalm, but now it seems that maybe this is not necessary."
"This is very good, although in the anti-magic circle of the Hall of Psalms, I can rely on the power of my blood to suppress the abnormality of the soul, and I don't have to worry about being seen by a cardinal-level big man, but Cardinal Salde is a priest of the Holy Spirit." Lucian deliberately did not condition the injured internal organs, and spoke a little gasply, "When I was a magic apprentice, the abnormality of the soul was very small, no different from ordinary people, it didn't matter if I appeared in front of him, but now I am already a four-ring magician, and it may be exposed if I take a closer look at it by him."
Natasha's expression was a little solemn: "After the last time the lock collapsed, Cardinal Salde has been completely secluded, never attending a concert or presiding over a large prayer ceremony, and only once when the holy city of Reims convened the cardinal conference. Lucian, you don't have to worry about him coming to the Psalm Hall, even if he does, you will have enough time to pretend to have a relapse of an old illness and change the command."
She seemed a little worried about Cardinal Salder's condition.
Then, Natasha's eyes became surprised, and her right hand subconsciously rubbed her chin: "Wait, Lucian, you are already in the fourth ring?"
Because it involved the secrets of the necromancer world and involved Rhine, Lucian did not mention that his magical strength had been upgraded to the fourth ring.
"Sometimes, danger can stimulate the potential of the soul, just like I did when I was first down the sewer." Lucian explained with this good reason, and he was a little clear about Cardinal Salder's situation over the past three years.
"Very good! Lucian, you are only two months away from turning twenty-one, but you are already a four-ring magician, even in the last hundred years of the magic council's geniuses, you are still one of the most outstanding few." Natasha was heartfelt joy at her good friend's achievement, and had no doubts, after all, this was her true strength, "This shows that your arcane talent is very outstanding, and your future path will be more solid than others."
Lucian smiled and shook his head: "Compared to you, Your Highness, I am still much worse. I remember that you were already a great knight when you were an adult, and you were promoted to the fifth level when you were twenty-one."
"It's nice to hear your praise Lucian, but for a knight, a strong will and the chivalry of choice are part of it, and the mixture of top bloodlines is also a part. I was able to be promoted to Grand Knight when I was an adult, although it was inseparable from hard work and tempering, but the main reason was that my own bloodline was outstanding, but the advanced Heavenly Knight reflected my own will and chivalry." Natasha has no pride or inferiority complex about relying on the nobility of her bloodline to advance quickly, and admits it frankly.
Lucian smiled and said: "But many top bloodline mixturers have never relied on themselves to stimulate their bloodline power in their lives."
"Hey, my knightly talent is also very good." Natasha was not modest.
Next, the two talked for a while and decided on the follow-up reaction.
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In a house.
The clown, wearing a funny mask, walked back to the secret room gloomy.
"Captain, what did the magistrate say?" Juliana asked with concern, and Lund and Minsk also looked at him worriedly.
Because he did not expect that Lucian would have an unusually valuable level 5 knight transcendent item and a long sword of at least level 4, the Joker not only failed to succeed, but was seen by Lucian with a mask and black gloves, and there was a serious omission, so the court quickly received Natasha's protest.
The clown shook his head: "The magistrate bluffed the night watchman under the pretext of the silver and white horn, after all, this is not a glorious thing for the court, and we must try our best to hide it. But at the same time, the magistrate did not listen to my explanation and gave me the harshest warning that if there is another time, I will be tried by the internal court."
"Let's just give up like this?" Juliana, Minsk and the others asked unwillingly.
The clown looked out the window and whispered, "I have awakened from darkness and have been inspired by the Lord to become a night watchman. No matter how brutal and crazy I have been in the past, I have been focused on fighting evil since I took the oath of the night watch. Therefore, even if I fall into darkness and am wronged by the church, I will not let the evil professor live triumphantly. Neither my glory nor my creed allow me to give up."
If his initial emphasis on the professor came from hatred and damage to his face – otherwise why only target him and not other sorcerers, but at this point, it's close to the bottom line, the bottom line of a knight and a night's watch.
"Me too." The other three also whispered.
The clown glanced at them and said his decision: "Okay, let's pretend to give up for the time being, and then wait for the opportunity."
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Ahem, cough, Lucian's violent cough startled Franz, who had helped him compose a long poem and turn it into a song: "Mr. Evans, you don't matter, do you? Why don't you rest for a while and wait for your body to get better?"
Lucian turned pale and shook his head firmly: "As the final movement of this symphony approaches completion, I feel more and more the passion and inspiration of creation, it is the praise that gushes out of my life, I don't want to stop, and I can't stop, Franz, do you understand?"
(End of this chapter)