Chapter 303 The "Sad" Princess
Thinking Lucian from the beginning? The clown, who is close to the professor, had considered the possibility of the two of them uniting to frame him before rushing to No. 116 in Jisu District, such as Jean Lucian? Evans pretended to be seriously injured, and then Natasha, Camille, or someone from the Principality's intelligence services witnessed and stopped all of this, and killed or captured himself.
But after careful consideration, the clown found that if he framed himself like this, the loophole would be bigger. If he kills himself on the spot, the sympathizers in the court will definitely not accept the conclusion casually, and at least conduct a strict questioning and verification of Lucian, which is definitely not a good thing for Lucian, who has many doubts and a close relationship with the professor.
Natasha cannot strongly oppose the church's reasonable demands, and other nobles will not support it - in the relationship between the church and the nobility, both sides have a certain bottom line, no one will cross it arbitrarily, and the church occupies a strong position.
If you just design a trap to catch yourself, as long as you don't die on the spot, you have a good chance of turning over. How did Lucian get hurt? What about the traces of injury? Does it match your own blood characteristics? I came here to track down the professor, and this matter can be confirmed from the "sage" Viscount Klein, so why did Lucian go to No. 116 in Jisu District in the middle of the night in recuperation?
The most important thing is that this time, with a clear conscience, I can directly ask the church to use divine means to interrogate and detect lies, through which I can completely prove my innocence!
But Lucian? Evans died so strangely that it was completely beyond the Joker's imagination. He froze the picture of the folded-winged angel-like fall in his mind, looking at the scene of "blooming" like fireworks, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.
At this moment, he believed Lucian? Evans is really dead, because if he frames himself with a short-term deformed corpse, then unless he never appears again, he will never be a great musician Lucian? Evans' identity appeared, otherwise it would be useless, and manslaughter would make the church suspect that there was something wrong with it, and it would definitely require strict questioning.
After a brief fainting, the eyes revealed on the clown's funny mask suddenly shrank into two pinpoints.
He saw Natasha stunned there in mid-air, she was wearing a gorgeous purple court dress, her figure was slender and well-fitting, her legs were slender and straight, her eyes were radiant, her lips were vermilion and pink, heroic but still delicate and beautiful, like a noble lady meeting her lover in the middle of the night.
Of course, at this time, Natasha's gaze had completely frozen, and she seemed to have lost her soul as she looked at the blooming flesh and blood "fireworks".
Flee! Flee! Flee!
This is all the thoughts that cross the Joker's mind, never stay in front of a woman who has witnessed the dismemberment of her closest lover for an extra second, especially when this woman still has extremely powerful destructive power!
At this moment, she couldn't be reasonable at all!
Under the danger, the Joker burst out with all its potential, and there seemed to be invisible thin black lines rising in the surrounding air. And he stepped on and grabbed these thin lines, and fled to the edge of the woods behind the villa in two or three minutes.
But at that moment, he heard a roar full of anger and sorrow, or closer to a wail, and the nearby earth and air seemed to tremble.
"Not good!" The clown plunged into the woods, but a silver-gray sword light cut through everything and slashed at his back.
The sword light quickly turned into an invisible, twisted strange gap, and disappeared in an instant at a distance that was not too short, and the layers of divine magic light and magic item light shining on the clown's body were cut open like ordinary paper.
The clown's body suddenly twisted, and the whole person turned into a toy doll that seemed to be wrapped in thin black threads.
The thin lines broke one by one, and a gap appeared on the black doll that almost split it in half.
Immediately afterwards, the clown returned to its original state, but the right half of his body suddenly separated from his torso and fell to the ground, with internal organs, blood, etc. splattering all over the sky.
The clown's mind began to blur, but he understood that there could be no pause, if he wanted to escape for his life under a heavenly knight, and he was also a heavenly knight of top blood, he had to seize every small opportunity.
Since Natasha's first sword failed to kill herself, there was still hope for herself!
The strong will made the Joker endure severe pain and injuries that could paralyze most of the bishops, and he ran without slowing down, running stealthily in the dark woods, while he calmly wriggled his body, allowing the blood to be wrapped in an invisible membrane, no longer overflowing, leaving no trace.
Although he knew that if Natasha used another sword, it would be absolutely impossible for him to dodge, and Natasha suddenly forgot that the possibility of her no longer attacking was almost zero, but no matter how small the hope was, she had to fight for it, and she couldn't give up because of her despair!
Even if he hates Lucian very much? Evans, but the spirit of never giving up contained in his music is what every knight should have!
A miracle seemed to happen until the Joker disappeared into the darkness and Natasha's second sword did not slash.
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"Waldo, are you going to stop me?" Natasha held a silver-white long sword in her hand, her eyes cold and terrifying.
Valdo, the "agent" of the Vaorit Court, was flying wildly under the pressure of that invisible momentum, but he still stood firmly in front of Natasha and said calmly: "Your Highness, I have sent the night watchman to capture the clown. And until things are figured out, I think it's best to save his life. What happened just now?"
Since the Joker was carefully inspecting the houses, when Natasha slashed at him with a sword, the "agent" Waldo rushed to the scene. He was more sympathetic to the Joker, so he naturally prevented Natasha's second attack from being "killed" by her.
In the distance, Camille, who seemed to be afraid of disturbing something, flew over at this time.
"The clown killed Lucian." Natasha replied as if suppressing her infinite anger, her silver-purple eyes becoming indifferent and ruthless.
"What?!" All the night watchmen, including Waldo, exclaimed.
Juliana, who had just arrived at the back of the villa and was about to "hunt" the clown, stumbled and almost fell, and her face turned extremely pale.
The great musician Lucian? Evans actually died?!
They, like clowns, didn't expect this possibility!
Natasha seemed to give up on chasing the Joker, returned the matter to the Night's Watch, closed her eyes and said, "I saw Lucian die in front of me with my own eyes, and the Joker was right next to me."
Her tone was desolate and desolate, with a strong sense of sadness.
Seeing that there was not a single piece of complete flesh and blood on the lawn in front of the villa, Waldo took a breath quietly, and as the Countess of Violet, she had a close lover relationship with the two, since she said that she had seen Lucian with her own eyes? If Evans dies, then it will be impossible for a living big musician to emerge in a few days, and looking at such a technique, as well as discerning the motive, it is really possible that he is a clown!
"Your Highness, I can understand your feelings, please don't be too sad, I don't think Mr. Evans wants you to forget happiness." Waldo drew a cross on his chest, "He is so outstanding and so good that the Lord called him early to continue his musical composition on Heaven Mountain."
After a few words of comfort, Waldo's expression became solemn: "However, Your Highness, now I need to ask you some questions and check whether the blood belongs to Mr. Evans. This is not to suspect you, but to the normal court process, I hope you can understand."
Before Natasha nodded, Waldo was cautious and vigilant, afraid that she would suddenly lose her mind. Although she was both rank six, she was a top bloodline, and she was in extreme grief and anger, and she might not be able to withstand it.
After a few seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes, her silver-purple eyes cold and deep: "Mr. Waldo, ask me."
As expected of Her Royal Highness the Princess, who is more masculine than many men, Waldo really admired Natasha very much at this time, and while ordering the night watchman who did not chase the clown to check the blood, he asked in a careful tone: "Your Highness, why did you come here in the middle of the night? Isn't Mr. Evans still in recuperation? Even if you are in the middle of the night, ahem, you can choose the tryst at Sir John's villa where Mr. Evans is currently staying."
Natasha suddenly showed a light smile, poignant and beautiful: "This is where he used to live. In the piano room in that bedroom, he played the first movement of moonlight to me and told me that whenever I see moonlight, I think of him...... So we want to reminisce about the past time here tonight."
Speaking of the back, as if afraid that she would cry, Natasha covered her mouth.
Waldo, who subconsciously had countless fragrant scenes, secretly scolded himself, how could he not think about this at such a time without sympathy and kindness?
"Your Highness, I understand." Waldo nodded slightly.
After he asked a few more questions, a bishop-level night watchman flew up and whispered in his ear: "Moonlight bloodline, is it really Lucian? Evans' blood."
"Mr. Waldo, the clown was slashed by me with all his might, and he shouldn't survive an hour, I hope you can find him soon." Natasha reveals the real reason why she didn't chase the Joker.
Suddenly, she turned her gaze and saw something like an iron ring on the lawn, so she flew down and picked it up, her expression was gentle, sweet and sad and gloomy.
"This is exactly the same feeling as the first movement of "Moonlight", I didn't expect to see such a feminine side of Her Royal Highness, worthy of Violet's violet." Waldo and many night watchmen who like music came up with this idea. A stunning woman who is usually hard and heroic suddenly showed this expression, and in strong contrast, it made people feel extremely beautiful and sad but dreamy.
And what the iron ring was, Waldo knew very well, it was the ruined Holm Crown Ring, a relic of Natasha's mother, and now it seemed to be a token of love.
"Your Highness, please don't be too sad. This matter is our fault, we failed to catch the clown in time." Waldo comforted again.
Natasha shook her head: "It has nothing to do with you, you have already decided to execute the clown before, it was he who ran away cunningly. Well, it has nothing to do with the church."
Hearing Natasha's words of understanding, Valdo nodded with satisfaction and relaxation, what he feared most was that this incident would cause an irreparable gap between the church and Natasha, the future ruler of Vaolite: "Your Highness, you are really a devout believer and a wise lord."
When Waldo and the others began to inspect the villa and surroundings, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, the previous "love words" made her feel strange, a little rich to the point of vomiting, and a little indescribable.
But the main reason she was relieved was that Waldo had no doubts that things were going in the direction she wanted.
As a devout believer, Natasha has no psychological obstacles at all, but she is unwilling to use what she and Lucian have planned to destroy the prestige of the church, destroy the relationship between it and the nobility, and destroy its image in people's minds.
"I hope Lucian can understand that everyone has their own persistence and bottom line."
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Inside a villa, a middle-aged man wearing a black hooded robe sat on a back chair with his eyes glowing.
"I didn't expect that Morning Star, who had been silent, turned out to be a traitor." The sage was pale and weakly emotional, as if he had lost a lot of blood.
When he observed the reaction of each apprentice when he heard the news from the Magic Council headquarters, he had actually roughly seen it.
The professor in front of him was still shrouded in a black robe, and then stretched out his hand and wrote a few words on Morning Star's body with blood:
"The end of the betrayer."
"Professor."
The sage couldn't understand the professor's actions: "Mr. Professor, why do you leave corpses, aphorisms, and code names? Wouldn't it be better to let the morning star disappear and push everything to the clown and the church?"
"Now this will focus the hatred and attention on you."
"To deter other traitors." Lucian smiled, and whispered in his heart, "She has already helped me so much, how can I embarrass her."
(End of this chapter)