Throne of Magical Arcana

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The explosion stopped, and the building didn't tremble anymore, but many knight attendants and ordinary people still felt their ears buzzing, as if countless flies were flying around, and they couldn't hear anything clearly.

A knight who followed Viscount Wright to the explosion site returned and told the night watchman to the adventurer: "A wall was blown down, a few pillars were destroyed, and a quarter of the wax museum was destroyed. People passed by. Now Lord Viscount and two other adults are there to extinguish the attached flames. Let me remind you to be careful not to be attacked by people taking advantage of the chaos. He judged that it was either a medium alchemy explosive or a fireball used by a magician with four rings. Bombardment."

Although the level of each magic is fixed, the power will increase rapidly as the user's strength rises. The fireball technique of the four-ring magician and the three-ring magician is not a concept at all in terms of destructive power.

The adventurer night watchman nodded: "Several adults, Mr. Brown and the other knights responded quickly and correctly, and did not give those cowardly magicians who were hiding like mice a chance. I hope my companions have taken the previous one. The archer caught it, and I am also planning to use magical items to call other night watchmen over, lest there will be people who do not give up on the way back to make a surprise attack."

Being attacked consecutively but failing to find the assassin really made the night watchman feel bad, and the matter of ambush and murder cannot be done by bishops and priests.

"It's best if you can be so cautious, Lord Viscount has never been so angry like now." The knight turned and walked towards Sog, ready to convey Viscount Wright's comforting words.

"Oliyev, it's best to let me go back right away, it's too dangerous here." Brown panicked and said a little crazy.

The night watchman named Oliyev understands Brown's emotional state very well. The successive attacks are really scary and daunting, and Brown is not a real knight, and he is much weaker in will: "Mr. Brown, wait for the night watch I called When people come, they will take you home."

In his opinion, Brown's condition would not have been so bad if the three attacks hadn't been all thunderous and rainy, and none of the assassins had appeared. And as long as the assassin shows up, Brown should be able to stabilize his emotions, because waiting for the unknown is the most annoying, especially when the unknown is still scary.

"How long will I have to wait? Why don't you just go to the pastor and bishop of the nearby church?" Brown urged with a look of fear and anger.

Oliyev shrugged his shoulders: "How can those noble priests and bishops who are bathed in light do such things? Unless we can surround those assassins, they will take the credit."

Brown looked a little restless: "Oliyev, I don't want to live this life anymore, I don't want to be a bait anymore! I want to go to the holy city quickly!"

"Mr. Brown, calm down, calm down. This kind of insubstantial attack shows that the Magic Council lacks more means, and it didn't sacrifice the courage of a middle-level magician. You will definitely not be in danger." Oliyev comforted Two sentences, and then said, "I will immediately summon my companions with magical items."

"Oliyev, please hurry up." Brown paced restlessly, the fear in his heart growing.

"Get out of here quickly, there is great danger here!"

"Leave quickly, there will be a high-level magician directly destroying the wax museum!"

The fear in his heart seemed to turn into countless urging voices, which made his nerves more tense, and he felt like he was about to be driven crazy by fear, and the angel feathers on his body disappeared little by little as he moved.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The shouting and heartbeat seemed to merge into one, making Brown feel that he could no longer bear it. Seeing Oliyev contacting someone, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he rushed to the door without looking back.

The speed given to Brown by "Regenerated Bloodline" made him drag out an afterimage and disappear at the door before everyone could react.

The crowd outside the Wax Museum had already fled because of the explosion and became empty. Brown ran without looking back, although he didn't know where he wanted to run.

In the wax museum, Oliyev, who was contacting other night watchmen, didn't react until Brown rushed out of the gate.

"Not good!" He followed closely.

After running more than ten meters, Brown suddenly felt a strong sense of danger from the bottom of his heart, which woke him up from that state of extreme panic.

"Oops!" Brown knew it was wrong, but at this moment, his eyes were already ablaze, and a fireball the size of a head hit his upper body directly.

While being hit by the fireball, Brown subconsciously looked in the direction the fireball came from.

His fiery red pupils reflected the scene around the corner of the Wax Museum. A young man wearing a tall black top hat was pushing his monocle with his left hand, and the flame light on his wrist was about to disperse.

Rumbling, the fireball exploded violently, and Brown's upper body was blown apart, and the burning flames destroyed the regeneration ability of his cells, causing him to die completely.

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As soon as Oliyev ran to the gate, he heard the loud explosion, and an intuitive thought suddenly came to his mind.

"It's over, Brown is over..."

"The members of the Magic Council actually killed Brown under the protection of our night watchmen and knights?!"

Anger, absurdity, frustration and other emotions echoed in Oliyev's mind, but he continued to rush out without stopping, trying to grasp the slim hope.

Countless charred corpses fell to the ground, only the lower half of the body was still intact.

Oliyev's heart sank rapidly into the dark abyss, there was no hope, and Brown really died!

Immediately afterwards, uncontrollable anger rushed straight into his mind. Oliyev judged the direction of the attack from the position of Brown's body with slightly red eyes, and loudly said to the big knights and knights who came behind: "The assassin is there!" !"

Under his leadership, a group of people chased towards the corner of the wax museum.

But when they reached the corner, there was no one there.

Due to the big explosion on the other side, the alleyway between the two buildings was empty, and the other party even used magic to deal with the traces, which seemed to be calm.

"Chasing!" How could Oliyev give up and continue chasing into the alleyway, but there are many artistic buildings on this island, and the alleyways between them are dense like spider webs, and the night watchman who can detect and track divine spells was attracted by the previous commotion Open, they can only rely on a few remaining traces, and keep chasing separately.

Gradually, Oliyev chased to the other side of the small island, and the remaining traces disappeared completely. Many sharp boats came and went on the canal, and it was impossible to tell which boat the assassin boarded.

"asshole!"

Even though he was only a second-level knight, due to his special bloodline, the night watchman who could briefly burst into the strength of a third-level great knight at a critical moment cursed fiercely.

Then, unwilling to give up, he contacted the captain of the night watchman and the bishop looked down from mid-air, while trying to find traces in other directions.

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In the window compartment of the washroom of a high-end restaurant on the bank of the canal behind Oliyev, a flame burst out from Lucien's hand, burning the black formal suit, shirt and trousers just now, and he has changed into a dark red shirt, Complete with matching trousers and leather shoes.

This is Lucien's outfit when he came out today. The previous top hat, black suit, monocle, etc. were hidden in this hidden place in the bathroom last night before waiting for the "ferryman".

However, Lucien has already changed three times. Once in the morning, he sneaked into the restaurant, changed into clothes except the top hat and monocle, and waited for Brown on the canal. The third time was to sneak out from the bathroom after changing.

While dealing with the ashes and the smell, Lucien looked at the canal outside the window. There was a sharp boat that he had hired in advance, but after he rushed to the canal, he just paid the money and let him leave on his own, and then secretly sent the boat to the canal. Fragments of leather shoes and monocles were placed in the back of the boat, and when the boatman cleaned up and found them, they would definitely be thrown directly into the canal.

After leaving the cubicle, tidying up the neckline, and confirming that there is no difference from when he entered fifteen minutes ago, Lucien washed his hands and face, opened the bathroom door, and walked to the nearby box.

In the box, Grace paced back and forth a little nervously, and when she saw Lucien coming in, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Evans, did you hear that? There seems to be a violent explosion on the island!"

The explosion and noise shifted her focus, and she didn't wonder why Lucien took fifteen minutes to come out. Of course, it's not surprising that it took fifteen minutes to come out.

"I heard it too. It's loud and terrifying. I didn't expect this kind of explosion to happen in Sturk!" Lucien closed the private room with his backhand, "However, I have the Lord's attention and the protection of the Lord's shepherds and guards." , we won't have any problems. Calm down, Grace, and wait until you ask the waiter to find out what happened. By the way, where were we talking about?"

Seeing that there was no danger coming over after such a long time, Grace also heard Lucien's calm and gentle voice, so she also calmed down and smiled apologetically: "Just now, Mr. Evans, you corrected some irregularities in my fingering."

She pressed her hands to the table, imitating the movements of playing the piano.

"Some of your fingerings do still have traces of the past, but you must have your own style when playing the piano..." Lucien has deep attainments and absolute authority in the field of piano playing, and his eloquent talk made Ge Reese nodded frequently.

After the two exchanged music for more than half an hour, a waiter gently knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" Grace was immersed in the study of music, a little unhappy to be interrupted.

The waiter replied politely and humbly: "Ms. Grace, there are two knight servants from the church who are searching."

Lucien booked this private room under Grace's name.

"Let them in." Even though Grace already had a good status and status, she still didn't dare to show any arrogance when facing the church, and she didn't think that she and the famous musician Mr. Lucien Evans would have any conflicts. what is the problem.