Lucien felt dizzy and disoriented. Lying on the ground, his whole body was in pain. Looking at the sun in the morning, which was not very hot, and the clear blue sky, he breathed in the fresh air quietly. The pain on his body could not cover the surging emotions in Lucien's heart, as well as the steadiness and tenacity of having a real goal to strive for.
Once he made the decision to learn magic, although Lucien was more cautious and cautious about the future, he felt as if he had put down a stone that had been pressing on his heart for a long time, and there was a pleasant feeling of relaxation.
"This is really a strange, complicated, and perverted psychological activity." In just a few days, Lucien, who had experienced more than twenty years in the past, seemed to have matured all of a sudden. He buried the anger and powerlessness in his heart and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Maybe, from the very beginning, I've been eager to learn magic, to master extraordinary power, to have a better life, to have a higher status. What happened in the past few days just helped me make up my mind."
Alisa ran to Lucien's side and helped him up, "Little Evans, are you okay?"
Lucien tried to move his limbs and body, but the pain made him grit his teeth and crack his teeth, "I'm fine, aunt Alisa. They didn't want to kill me, just some minor injuries."
Alisa was relieved and cursed, "Those damn bastards, who ignored the Grand Duke's law, they will definitely be hanged and go to hell."
While cursing the Aaron Gang, Alisa helped Lucien to sit down in her house, washed the blood on his face with water, and used a clean linen cloth to help him stop the bleeding.
After doing all this, Alisa put her hands on her waist and looked at Lucien, intending to ask what happened. But before she asked, she suddenly thought of another thing, so she said to Lucien with a pleading look, "Today is Monday, little John will come back in the afternoon, please don't tell him about this. Little Evans, you know that he has an unusual fondness for the Knight's spirit and code. You are also his good friend. If he knew, he would most likely find trouble with the Aaron Gang. Once things get out of hand, he might be expelled by Lord Venn. "
As a poor person, Alisa was used to putting herself in a weak position.
"Of course. Nothing big happened to me. I will hide it from John. Hiss." Although Lucien was powerless now, he believed that he would definitely be able to seek justice in the future and make the mafia suffer. So, he smiled and agreed without a care. However, he ended up tearing the corner of his mouth.
Aunt Alisa nodded with tears in her eyes. "Little Evans, you're really good."
"What are you trying to hide from me?" Suddenly, John's magnetic voice rang out. He was still wearing his gray Knight's uniform, but he was already standing at the door.
Aunt Alisa panicked and said, "No, nothing happened. Little John, you came back early?"
John walked into the house with his slender legs and said with a wry smile, "His majesty the Grand Duke summoned Lord Venn, so I followed him back to Aalto. Mom, don't tell such a clumsy lie. I'm an adult, an official Knight's attendant. I've learned and experienced a lot with Lord Venn. I'm no longer a naive child. Don't worry about me being reckless."
After he finished talking to Alisa, John smiled and looked at Lucien. He clapped his hands and said with a gentle and calm attitude, "You look much worse than when we were beaten together. Well, tell me what happened. Well, I think a lot of the neighbors outside should have seen what happened just now. "
Lucien turned his head and looked at Aunt Alisa. Seeing her dejected nod, he told the whole story. At this time, from John, Lucien felt a kind of pressure that only Gary and Corella could give him.
After listening to the last part, John showed an angry expression, but he didn't lose his mind. He quickly calmed down and laughed, "It seems that Lucien, you really want to learn how to read. But your brain is really the best among us. You can even think of looking for valuable trash. "
Seeing that John wasn't angry and full of the spirit of a Knight, Aunt Alisa let out a long sigh of relief, "Little Evans, it's best that you have your own ideas and work hard."
John twisted his body and loosened his shoulders. He then walked to the kitchen a few steps away and found a sturdy, sword-like wooden stick. He then said to Lucien, "I didn't expect to use the wooden stick from before."
Then he turned his head, "Mom, I'll go out for a while."
"Little John …" Alisa cried out in pain, "You will be expelled by Lord Venn."
Lucien hurriedly said, "John, it's okay. It's just a small injury."
John shook his head, "After becoming Lord Venn's official attendant, he often taught us to abide by the Knight's code, to carry forward the spirit of a Knight, to not be afraid of violence, to protect the weak, to defend our home, and to hold high the banner of justice and truth. Other companions may not care too much, but I feel that this is the path that I am willing to follow for the rest of my life."
"Lucien is my good friend, but he's just a poor poor man. Aaron Gang is an evil organization made up of scoundrels and gangsters. If I don't stand up for him, I'll be breaking the rules in my heart. Even if Lord Venn doesn't expel me, I'll still be haunted by the regret in my heart, and I'll never be able to activate the Blessing power in my body. And I believe that Lord Venn will agree with me.
"But, little John …" Aunt Alisa still didn't want John to leave, and her face was full of sadness.
John smiled gently and hugged Alisa, "Lucien was just beaten up and robbed, so I won't do anything beyond the limit. I won't make a big deal out of it. Mom, believe me. You see, I'm just holding a wooden stick."
This kind of comfort, and John's identity as an official Knight's attendant, finally made Alisa agree. She nodded with difficulty, "Little John, you must be careful."
"It's them who should be careful. Lucien, wait for the good news. "John held the wooden stick, smiled confidently, and walked towards the door.
"Wait." Lucien's voice suddenly sounded.
John looked back at him strangely, "What? Lucien. "
Lucien stood up. He was very touched by John's behavior, and his heart seemed to be boiling. He smiled and said, "Let's go together."
Although Lucien's smile looked funny because of the tear at the corner of his mouth, John still saw Lucien's determination, so he didn't refuse and laughed, "No problem, just like when we were young. Well, there's also a wooden stick in the kitchen."
Lucien found the wooden stick and held it in his hand. When he passed by Aunt Alisa, he comforted her in a low voice, "I'll keep an eye on John. I won't let him mess around."
… …
Not long after Jackson and the others left, John and Lucien easily learned their whereabouts from the neighbors and passersby.
When they were chasing after them, John suddenly asked, "Lucien, do you believe in justice?" His voice sounded a little confused.
"Yes, I do. What's wrong?" Lucien didn't know why John asked this question, and habitually answered carefully.
John said as they hurried, "I also believe in justice, but I understand that I'm not as noble and fearless as I just said. If you weren't my good friend, I'm afraid I wouldn't have insisted on the Knight's spirit and raised the banner of justice to deal with the Aaron Mafia. I'm used to measuring my own strength. Once I find that there's a high possibility of threatening my life and future, I'll shrink back and not dare to move forward, unless it's a big matter related to my family and friends. Perhaps, justice is just a slogan for me. "
"I don't think so. Every Knight has their own priority to protect. Some are fairness, some are loyalty, some are fearlessness, some are compassion, and what you chose is your home. Only when you choose to protect something can you talk about justice. Otherwise, justice is an illusory symbol without any substance. "
At this time, Lucien felt that John was still a young man, just like himself. At the same time, he was flipping through a document that talked about the Knight's spirit in his mind, organizing his words to comfort and fool him.
After a few days of getting used to it, Lucien had become more and more familiar with opening the library, and found that it was very convenient to find the information he needed with his thoughts.
John was still a little confused, "Really?"
"Of course, if it's possible with your strength, will you not be afraid of violence, protect the weak, and uphold justice?" Lucien asked.
John nodded firmly, "Yes."
"So, John, you're still a Knight who upholds justice. After all, doing something impossible is not called upholding justice, it's called courting death, or recklessness. At this time, you need to think of other ways and take other paths to complete it, unless you have no way out." Lucien found that he was quite suitable for the identity of a psychology teacher.
John thought for a moment, and it seemed that he had put down some things, and then he laughed, "Every time I asked Lord Venn this question, he always said that I didn't have enough experience, and that I couldn't figure out the key points just by thinking. Now it seems that the things that happened in the past few days have made you a lot more mature, Lucien. What you said makes a lot of sense. Well, yes, but I still yearn for that kind of real justice."
"Lord Venn once told us the story of a legendary Knight's sword. After it was integrated with the power of the divine, it was plain and ordinary. There was no gorgeous light, no colors, no gems, no pearls, and even the handguard was made of ordinary wood. It was no different from the swords worn by ordinary soldiers. Most of the nobles and Knights who thought highly of themselves wouldn't take a second look at it."
"But its actual power is unexpectedly strong, especially when fighting against evil. But what left the deepest impression on me was the words on the sword: 'Compared to vanity and superficial power, justice is inferior and pale. But justice applies to everyone, rich or poor, noble or lowly, and no matter how knowledgeable or knowledgeable they are. Whether in the farmer's field or the fierce battlefield, justice is everywhere. '"
"This sentence echoes in my heart all the time."
"This sword is called 'Pale Justice.' Unfortunately, it went missing in the Gloom Mountains with a powerful Knight."
John's face became full of yearning and excitement, and he retreated to an invisible corner in confusion.
Lucien saw him like this and joked, "Then our slogan today is, 'For Justice!'"
"Haha, for Justice!" John waved the wooden stick.
The two laughed, but Lucien silently said that he definitely didn't want to say that he didn't have any cavities.
A few minutes later, the two saw Jackson. He was walking on the wide street in the market area, and more than a dozen gangsters, including André, were still following him.
PS: In the book, there will be items, weapons, and other appearances that I have made in the games that I have played. Of course, they will be changed to conform to the settings of the book. Above.
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