Throne of Magical Arcana

Seeing that the corners of Lucien's mouth, chin, and chest were all stained with bright red blood, the security guard didn't listen to his words that he was fine, and said anxiously and worriedly: "Mr. Evans, hold on! Do you have any blood on your body?" Healing potion? If not, I have a bottle here, if it still doesn’t work, I’ll go to the Golden Cathedral and ask the bishop to treat you!”

The security guard's "devotion to duty" startled Lucien. If he asked a bishop-level person to treat him, it would be easy to discover the abnormality of his soul, so he struggled to take out a bottle that can be bought in the church. Ordinary healing potion, drank it slowly, then waved his hand and said: "I am only slightly injured, and I will be fine after drinking the potion. And don't forget, I am also a knight with strong self-healing ability. , but before you even had time to kill the killer, you ran away in a fright."

Hearing that Lucien was speaking smoothly, but he was short of breath and mixed with coughing, the security guard finally felt relieved, then drew his long sword, and stood by Lucien's side every step of the way, fearing 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 may corrode and destroy your internal organs slowly and imperceptibly. When they erupt completely , even the high-level healing techniques of the cardinals have no effect, so you should go to the golden cathedral to find a bishop to check it carefully after dawn."

"Thank you for your reminder. I will decide according to my own situation after dawn. As a knight, I think I can judge my physical condition." Lucien pretended to be stubborn.

"Okay." The security guard didn't say anything more. Many people are like this. They are obviously very afraid of death, but they are afraid of others saying that they have problems. Before their injuries or illnesses break out, they always have a strong sense of luck, and they are afraid and troublesome about going to see the doctor of the charity church or the pastor or bishop of the church.

Not long after, Alisa and Joel, who noticed the movement, rushed into Lucien's room under the protection of private soldiers, and saw that his face was "pale" and his footsteps were "flying" and there was no blood or other scary conditions , Only then left a hanging heart behind in place.

"Poor little Evans, which **** bastard wants to assassinate you?! You are just a musician, not a knight, not a priest..." Alisa said angrily while crying, "Could it be you Musical rivals?"

"Alissa, don't think about it, which musician can afford an assassin at the level of a grand knight?" Joel inquired about 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 soon she became "extremely severe", "imposing" "Compelling" asked: "Lucien, what are the characteristics of an assassin?"

"It's just a black shadow, but it gives me a familiar feeling, it seems to be a cultist from the Silver Horn..." In front of everyone, Lucien naturally wouldn't say that he saw a clown and a pair of black gloves, so It was pushed to the Silver Horn, who had a grudge against the musician Lucien Evans.

"It's them?!" Alisa's blood faded, and she took a step back a little unsteadily. The experience of being kidnapped by the Silver Horn and cutting off her fingers was a nightmare she didn't want to recall.

Joel clenched his hands tightly, and his deep voice was filled with extreme anger: "They still want to take revenge on you little Evans!"

Obviously, the Silver Horn was perfectly blamed.

After sending Joel and Alisa, who had become emotionally unstable, back to the room and dismissing the security guards, Natasha said with a half-smile, "Lucien, are you trying to pretend to be assassinated, or are there really assassins?" Coming, you took advantage of it?"

"A real assassin, probably a fifth-level grand knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask." Lucien replied without hiding anything.

Natasha raised her head slightly: "It seems a bit familiar..."

"It's the night watchman captain clown." Camille kept a serious face and replied simply, "I have seen him in several operations with the night watchman."

After serving as a night watchman, the information is kept strictly confidential. Only the head of the court, the cardinal or cardinal who presides over the diocese can know it, and will not disclose it to anyone. They are usually called by a code name or a fake name.

They have lived in the dark for a long time, and some of them have been wearing masks, hoods, cloaks, etc. to hide their appearance, so Natasha did not know the specific situation of the night watchman in Viorit Parish, which also caused Lucien to listen to it first. When it comes to the clown, there is no association - when Melzer Black Forest designed the Night Watchmen and the Silver Horn to fight, Lucien didn't get close, so naturally he didn't know which Night Watchmen were there and which ones survived.

"It's really a night watchman..." After confirming the black gloves, Lucien was half serious and half relaxed. What was serious was that the night watchmen of the church were still staring at him. They were like mad dogs, as long as they bit them, they would never bite. He let go easily, because he used this method to test, which shows that their suspicions have not been recognized by the upper echelon, or else he would just let the cardinal use the opportunity of banquets and concerts to quietly perform a magic spell of identification and investigation. It is very easy to draw conclusions.

Camille said with a straight face: "He is a night watchman who survived the battle with the Silver Horn in the Black Forest of Melzer."

For the "professor", Camille did not like it at all.

"It turned out to be him, no wonder I feel familiar." Natasha, who participated in the battle, clapped her hands.

How much harm has the professor done them? Lucien finally understood why the night watchman would pursue him persistently.

"But that's good too. He directly tried to explain that there is no conclusive evidence, and the higher-ups of the church did not doubt you." Natasha smiled, "I originally wanted you to excuse your serious illness and have someone else conduct the concert instead of you. Then at the end of the concert, a generation of great musicians was called by the Lord to avoid being tempted by a skeptical cardinal in the chant hall, but now it seems that this may not be the case.”

"This is very good. Although in the anti-magic circle in the chant hall, I can rely on the power of my blood to suppress the abnormality of the soul, and I don't worry about being spotted by a cardinal-level figure, but Cardinal Sard is the priest of the Holy Spirit. "Lucien deliberately did not adjust the injured internal organs, and spoke a little panting, "When I was a magic apprentice, the abnormality of the soul was very small, and it was no different from ordinary people. It didn't matter that I appeared in front of him, but now I am already a The four-ring magician is here, and he might be exposed if he takes a few careful glances."

Natasha's expression was a bit dignified: "After the Mystery collapsed last time, Cardinal Sard has completely lived in seclusion. He has never participated in a concert, nor hosted a large-scale prayer ceremony. Only the holy city of Lance called a group of cardinals. He only appeared once during the discussion. Lucien, you don't have to worry about him coming to the chant hall, even if he comes, you still have enough time to pretend that your old illness has relapsed and replace the conductor."

She seemed a little worried about Cardinal Sard's condition.

Then, Natasha's eyes became surprised, and she subconsciously rubbed her chin with her right hand: "Wait, Lucien, you already have the fourth ring?"

Because it involved the secrets of the Necromancer World and the Rhine, Lucien did not mention the fact that his magic power had been upgraded to the fourth ring.

"Sometimes, danger can stimulate the potential of the soul, just like when I was in the sewer." Lucien explained with this good reason, and he had a little understanding of Cardinal Sard's situation in the past three years.

"Very good! Lucien, you are still two months away from turning twenty-one, but you are already a magician of the four rings. Even in the past hundred years when the magic council has produced a large number of geniuses, you are one of the few outstanding people. . " Natasha is delighted with her good friend's achievements from the bottom of her heart, without any doubts, after all, this is real strength "This shows that your arcane talent is very outstanding, and your future path will be more solid than others."

Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Compared to you, Your Royal 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 five levels when you were twenty-one."

"I'm glad to hear your praise, Lucien, but for a knight, a strong will and a chosen chivalry are part of it, as is the mixture of top blood. Hard training and tempering, but the main reason is that my own blood is outstanding, but the advanced sky knight is more reflective of my own will and chivalry." Natasha has no pride or inferiority in relying on the noble blood to advance quickly, frankly Frankly admitted.

Lucien smiled and said: "But many people with mixed top bloodlines have never stimulated their own bloodline power in their entire lives."

"Hey, my knight talent is also very good." Natasha was not modest.

Then, the two chatted for a while and decided on the follow-up reaction.

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Inside a house.

The Joker, wearing a funny mask, walked gloomily back into the Chamber of Secrets.

"Captain, what did the referee say?" Juliana asked with concern, and Lund and Minsk also looked at him worriedly.

Unexpectedly, Lucien would have an unusually valuable fifth-level knight-type extraordinary item and a at least level-four long sword. Not only did the clown fail to get it, but Lucien saw the mask and black gloves, and there was a serious attack. The omission, so the referee quickly received Natasha's protest.

The clown shook his head: "The magistrate used the excuse of the Silver Horn to pretend to be a night watchman to fool the past. After all, for the magistrate, this is not an honorable thing, and it must be concealed as much as possible. But at the same time, the magistrate did not listen to my explanation and gave My most stern warning, if there is another time, I will accept the trial of the internal court."

"We just give up like this?" Juliana, Minsk and others asked reluctantly.

The clown looked out of the window and said in a low voice: "I awakened from the darkness and was inspired by the Lord to become a night watchman. No matter how cruel and crazy I was in the past, after taking the night watchman oath, I have been focusing on fighting evil So, even if I fall into darkness and am wronged by the church, I will not let the evil professor live complacently. Neither my glory nor my creed allow me to give up."

If it is said that his initial emphasis on the professor came from hatred and damage to his face—otherwise, why would he only target him instead of other magicians, but at this point, he is close to the bottom line, the bottom line of a knight and night watchman.

"Me too." The other three also whispered.

The clown glanced at them and said his decision: "Okay, let's pretend to give up for now and wait for the opportunity."

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Cough, cough, Lucien's violent cough startled Franz, who helped him create a long poem and turned it into a song: "Mr. Evans, are you okay? Why don't you take a break and wait until your body recovers?" ?”

With a pale face, Lucien shook his head resolutely: "As the last movement of this symphony is nearing completion, I feel more and more passion and inspiration for creation, that is the praise that spews out of my life, and I don't want to stop , can't stop, Franz, do you understand?"