Hearing Chris' begging, Lucien's smile remained unchanged, and he said gently, "If your information is valuable, I'll consider it. The right to judge is in my hands. You can choose to speak or not. "
Although Chris was scared out of his wits and was sweating profusely, his tears and snot were just an act of begging for mercy. At this moment, he did not dare to show any hesitation or protest. He hurriedly said, "Sir Knight, I stole an invitation letter a few days ago. Maybe you will be interested."
As an excellent thief, when Lucien pointed his sword at his throat, Chris did not give up trying to find a chance to escape. However, when he realized that he was facing a real Knight who had awakened his Blessing, he did not dare to act rashly. His speed and agility, which he was proud of, were nothing in front of a Knight. Unless there was no hope for him to beg for mercy, Chris would not take the risk.
"An invitation letter?" Lucien was a bit confused, "Why do you think I'll be interested in it?"
Seeing that Lucien did not attack him, Chris gradually controlled his fear and said clearly, "Because it looks like an invitation letter for a gathering of low-rank black sorcerers. It'll be a great opportunity for you to leave a heroic legend, Sir Knight!" Chris thought of many rumors that Lucien was a kind of Knight who followed the ancient teachings and traveled around the continent.
"Low-rank black sorcerers? What's the content of the invitation letter? Why didn't you report it to the Church directly? I'm sure you'll be rewarded handsomely. "Lucien's interest was piqued when he heard that it was a sorcerer.
Under Lucien's gaze, Chris took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his belt and handed it to Lucien, "Sir Knight, this is the invitation letter."
"A few days ago, a mysterious traveler came to Dragon's Tooth Town. Because he was very generous, I secretly followed him, hoping to steal something. However, he did not take the main road, but walked through the woods nearby. I happened to see him killing several beasts with his evil and horrible black magic. "
Lucien opened the piece of paper with his left hand and recorded it in the Library of the Soul.
"On the second Friday of July, when the Silver Moon rises, a feast of death will be held in Carendia Castle to welcome a gentleman from the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress. Sorcerers and apprentices of the former territory of Wilfrid, this will be the beginning of your bright future. "
There was no name or signature. It was a strange invitation letter, but Lucien was still very interested, because it seemed that he could get in touch with the sorcerers sent by the headquarter of the Continental Magic Congress. so that he would not have to look for contacts in the Pearl of the Ocean Sturk, the Pearl of the Ocean.
Seeing that Lucien's expression did not change, Chris continued, "At that time, there was another team of adventurers following the mysterious traveler. After witnessing the evil black magic, they felt confident that they would be able to kill this traveler. Therefore, they kept on urging the wild beasts to deplete the traveler's magic, then started to launch surprise attacks and surround him. But they underestimated the horrible black magic that could awaken the dead, and the traveler gained the upper hand. However, when both sides were heavily injured, the nearby bandits noticed the commotion and rushed over, killing them together. I seized the opportunity and stole the valuables on the traveler's body, including this letter. "
"Those bandits were really lucky …" Lucien felt sorry for the apprentice and asked Chris again, "Why didn't you report it to the Church? Do you know Carendia Castle? "
Lucien was no stranger to Wilfrid's territory, because it was clear from the ancient literature and historical records that Wilfrid was one of the few legendary necromancers who ruled the central and southern part of the continent in the ancient Magic Empire. Unfortunately, he was annihilated by the Grand Cardinals of the Church, and even his demiplane magic tower was destroyed.
"I'm a thief who walks in darkness and shadows. If the Church knew about it, I'd definitely be hanged. So …" Chris was quite proud of his identity as a thief. "I'm sorry, honorable Knight. I don't know where Carendia Castle is. In fact, I've asked around in the Guild of Adventurers and the Guild of Rogues in Korsor. Nobody knows where the castle is. They have never even heard of it. I think it's probably a code name among the black sorcerers. "
Since Rogues often used codenames, Chris immediately thought of this.
Lucien was a bit disappointed. Nobody knew about Carendia Castle. It seemed that he was going to miss this opportunity. Also, he was not familiar with the Duchy of Djibouti, so it would be very difficult for him to find any clues. However, there was still a gentle smile on Lucien's face, "I'm very satisfied with the news. Right, Chris, you haven't told anyone else, have you? "
"It's my honor that you're satisfied, Lord Knight." Chris was secretly relieved. It seemed that he could keep his hands. Then, he said with a flattering smile, "I haven't found a buyer yet. If it's your command, Lord Knight, I'll bury it in my heart so that you can complete the epic on your own."
Lucien nodded. "Well done." Then, he stabbed his longsword into Chris' throat coldly.
Chris stared at Lucien in disbelief. His throat was making noises. He asked in his heart, "How did this happen? Why did you kill me?! Aren't you a Knight who abides by the creed?! "
Lucien drew back his longsword and said casually, "You know too much."
Although it was unlikely that he would find Carendia Castle, if he did have a chance to go there, Chris, who knew about the invitation, would be the source of danger. It was not clear when Chris would sell the news and thus attract the attention of the Church.
As long as it was not his friends or innocent people, Lucien felt less and less guilty about killing people.
His eyes gradually lost the brilliance, and Chris fell on the board of the carriage. If he had known that it would be like this, he would've chosen to keep his left hand in the beginning.
Sometimes, begging for mercy was not necessarily a better choice than taking the punishment directly.
Burning the invitation, Lucien opened the window of the carriage and said softly, "Betty."
Betty, the half-elf girl who was on night watch, had been observing the surroundings in case of the ambush of beasts or bandits, except for the occasional yawn. However, Lucien's unexpected call gave her quite a shock. The stick in her hand that was stirring the campfire almost fell into the fire.
When she realized that it was her employer's voice instead of the nameless ghosts in the legends, Betty patted her chest and complained in her heart, "That was really scary!"
She turned around and put on a sweet smile. "Mr. Evans, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Come to the carriage. There's something I need you to do." Lucien's voice was not loud.
Betty took two steps forward and suddenly remembered what her sister and brother-in-law had told her. Many female adventurers and mercenaries with good looks or figures were always harassed and tempted by their employers. And now, Mr. Evans was asking her to come to his carriage in the middle of the night …
Betty stopped abruptly, and the smile on her face froze. "Mr. Evans, what's the matter?"
If the employer was generous and not too annoying, some female adventurers who were single would not mind having sex with him. After all, in the lonely and difficult life of an adventurer, they could enjoy the pleasure of the body and get rich rewards at the same time. Although Mr. Evans was young, handsome, elegant, and generous, and many female adventurers were willing to share their pleasures with him even if he did not take the initiative to seduce them, they were their own men, and Mr. Evans himself was very conservative!
"There's something I need you to do." Lucien did not have the mood to tease the innocent girl. He pointed at the carriage and said, "A thief sneaked in."
"What?!" Betty almost exclaimed, but she immediately covered her mouth and looked left and right. After making sure that her sister and brother-in-law did not wake up, she hurried to the carriage.
When she opened the door and walked into the carriage, Betty suddenly thought in annoyance, "Is there really a thief? Could it be that Mr. Evans deliberately lied to me to come in? What if, what if he wants to do something, should I sternly refuse, or shout loudly? Or just knock him out? "
The nervous Betty saw that there was indeed a thief in black lying in the carriage, and Lucien was sitting politely beside him. She was really relieved, but she was also a little disappointed. Was she not charming? Did Mr. Evans not like her at all?
"Chris? He's a thief?! "The faint disappointment was quickly washed away by the emotion of surprise." He's dead? Did you kill him, Mr. Evans? "
Lucien smiled and said, "He wanted to come in and steal my sword, but he was a little too heavy and woke me up. So I killed him."
Betty was about to say something, but when she heard that, she looked up in surprise. She saw that Lucien was not scared or guilty like other noblemen. He was as calm as he was during the day.
Then she remembered that even if Chris was not a two-handed greatsword warrior, his speed and agility were extraordinary, and his strength should not be much worse than her sister and brother-in-law. She whispered to Lucien, "Mr. Evans, I'm afraid that your strength is not bad."
He must be a senior-rank Knight squire, right? Mr. Evans is so young, but he's already so strong.
"Betty, please deal with the body." Lucien did not answer, but pointed at Chris who was lying on the ground. Except for the thief's tools, this guy only had a few Nars.
It was not until then that Betty remembered what she was going to say. She smiled apologetically, "Mr. Evans, I'm sorry. It's my negligence that allowed Chris to sneak in. But please don't tell my sister. I don't want her to be disappointed and scolded. I'll learn my lesson myself. "Betty begged with her eyes full of tears.
Lucien chuckled and put his finger on his lips, "Shhh. You deal with the body secretly. Your sister won't know."
"Really? Mr. Evans, you're such a nice guy. " Betty smiled happily, not feeling any discomfort because of Chris' death. Thieves like him were usually killed when they were caught.
Seeing that Betty picked up the body and walked outside quietly, Lucien suddenly asked, "Betty, do you know Carendia Castle?"
"No." I don't remember there being an ancient castle with that name. "Betty frowned as she thought carefully.
Lucien nodded, a bit disappointed.
Betty, as an experienced adventurer, quickly dealt with Chris's body without alerting anyone else. The next day, when they continued their journey, except for the two bards who were a bit surprised by Chris's sudden departure, the rest of them did not pay much attention to it. Betty, on the other hand, was even more grateful to Lucien for keeping it a secret.
On the evening of the third day, the carriage came to a fork in the road. To the north was Fogtown, which had a sawmill deep in the mountains, and to the northeast was Nice, which had an iron mine. Both of them led to the city of Korsor, but the former was more remote and difficult to travel.
Because Lina was going to Fogtown, the adventurer team chose to go north at the fork in the road. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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