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The explosion stopped, and the building stopped shaking. However, many Knight attendants and commoners still felt that their ears were buzzing, as if there were countless flies flying around.
A Knight who followed Viscount Wright to the site of the explosion came back and said to the night watcher, "A wall, several pillars, and a quarter of the wax museum were destroyed. Luckily, there are no wax figures in that area, and no one went there. Viscount Wright and two other lords are trying to put out the fire there. He sent me here to remind you to be careful. Don't get attacked during the chaos. He thinks it's either a middle-level alchemical explosive or a fourth-circle sorcerer's fireball. "
Although the level of each spell was fixed, the power of each spell would increase as the power of the caster increased. The fireball of a fourth-circle sorcerer was much more destructive than that of a third-circle sorcerer.
The night watcher nodded, "My lords, Mr. Brown, and the other Knight responded quickly and correctly. They didn't give those cowardly sorcerers any chance to escape. I hope my companions have captured the archer, and I'm going to summon the rest of the Night Watchers with a divine item, in case someone attacks us on the way back. "
The night watcher was in a bad mood because he had not found the assassin after several ambushes. Besides, he could not ask a bishop or a priest to set up an ambush.
"It's good that you're so careful. Viscount Wright has never been so angry before." The Knight turned around and walked to Saug, ready to tell Viscount Wright what he said.
"Ollier, you'd better let me go back right now. It's too dangerous here." Brown panicked and said crazily.
The night watcher named Ollier understood Brown's emotional state very well. Brown was not a real Knight, so he was not that strong-willed. "Mr. Brown, I'll send you home when the night watchers come."
In Ollier's opinion, Brown wouldn't be in such a bad state if not for the fact that none of the assassins showed up. As long as the assassins showed up, Brown would be able to calm down, because waiting for the unknown was the most annoying, especially when the unknown was terrifying.
"How long do we have to wait? Why don't you just look for the pastor or bishop of the nearby church? "Brown urged, looking scared and angry.
Ollier shrugged. "Why would those priests and bishops who bathe in the light do such a thing? Unless we can surround those assassins, they won't make a move to take the credit. "
"Ollier, I don't want to live like this anymore. I don't want to be bait anymore! I want to get to the Holy City as soon as possible! "
"Mr. Brown, calm down, calm down. This kind of attack means that the Congress of Magic doesn't have the courage to sacrifice a middle-rank sorcerer. You'll be fine. "Ollier comforted Lucien and then said," I'll summon my companions with the divine item right now. "
"Ollier, please hurry up." Brown paced back and forth anxiously, feeling more and more afraid.
"Hurry up and leave this place, it's very dangerous here!"
"Get out of here! A senior sorcerer is going to destroy the wax museum!"
The fear in Brown's heart turned into countless urging voices, which made him even more nervous. He felt that he was going crazy because of the fear. The angel feathers on his body disappeared bit by bit as he moved.
"Go! Go! Go! "
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The shouting and the heartbeat seemed to be one, and Brown felt that he could not bear it anymore. Seeing that Ollier was talking to someone, Brown blinked his eyes and rushed to the gate without looking back.
With the speed granted by Regenerative Blessing, Brown disappeared from the gate before anyone realized what was going on.
The crowd outside the wax museum was already gone because of the explosion. Brown kept running without looking back, although he did not know where he was going.
Inside the wax museum, Ollier, who was talking to other night watchers, did not realize what was going on until Brown ran out of the gate.
"Damn it!" He followed Brown.
After running for more than ten meters, Brown suddenly had a strong sense of danger from the bottom of his heart, which woke him up from the extreme state of panic.
"Damn it!" Brown knew that something was wrong, but at this moment, there was already fire in front of his eyes. A head-sized fireball directly hit his upper body.
When he was hit by the fireball, Brown subconsciously looked at the direction where the fireball came from.
In his red pupils, the scene at the corner of the wax museum was reflected. A young man wearing a tall black hat was pushing up his monocle with his left hand, and the flame on his wrist was still burning.
Boom! The fireball exploded violently, and Brown's upper body was blown apart. The burning flame destroyed the regeneration ability of his cells, and he was completely dead.
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Ollier heard the loud explosion when he just ran to the gate. His intuition immediately came to him.
"It's over … Brown is over …"
"The members of the Congress of Magic really killed Brown under the protection of the night watchers and the Knight?!"
Anger, absurdity, and frustration were echoing in Ollier's mind, but he still kept running out, trying to grasp the slim hope.
Countless burnt body parts fell on the ground, and only the lower part of Brown's body was still intact.
Ollier's heart sank into the dark abyss. There was no more hope. Brown was really dead!
Then, the irrepressible anger rushed into Ollier's mind. With his eyes slightly red, Ollier figured out the direction of the attack from the position of Brown's body. He shouted to the grand Knight and Knight behind him, "The assassin is over there!"
Following Ollier's lead, the group of people chased after the assassin at the corner of the wax museum.
However, when they reached the corner, there was no one there.
Because of the big explosion on the other side, the alley between the two buildings was empty. Also, the assassin used magic to clean up the traces. It seemed that the assassin was very calm.
"Go!" There was no way that Ollier would give up. He continued to chase into the alley. However, there were many artistic buildings on the island, and the alleys between them were as dense as a spider web. The night watchers, who were good at scouting and tracking, were also distracted by the commotion earlier. Therefore, they could only split up and chase after the assassin by following the traces left behind.
Gradually, Ollier arrived at the other side of the island. The remaining traces of the assassin had completely disappeared. There were many sharp boats coming and going on the canal. It was impossible to tell which boat the assassin had boarded.
"Bastard!"
The night watcher, who was only level two, could temporarily unleash the power of a level three grand Knight due to his special blood power, cursed Ollier.
Then, he contacted the captain of the night watchers and the bishop to look for the assassin from the sky. At the same time, he also tried to find the assassin in other directions.
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In a cubicle by the window of a fancy restaurant on the bank of the canal, Lucien's hand was on fire. His black suit, shirt, and trousers were burned. He was wearing a dark red shirt, matching trousers, and leather shoes.
This was what Lucien was wearing when he came out today. The hat, the black suit, and the monocle were what he hid in the cubicle last night.
However, Lucien had changed his clothes three times. The first time was when he snuck into the restaurant in the morning and waited for Brown on the canal. The second time was when he changed into his current clothes and waited for Brown at the entrance of the restaurant. The third time was when he snuck out of the cubicle 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. However, when he arrived at the canal, he paid the boat and asked the boat to leave on its own. Then, he secretly put the leather shoes and the broken pieces of the monocle behind the boat. When the boatman found them, he would definitely throw them into the canal.
After leaving the cubicle, Lucien adjusted his collar and made sure that he looked the same as when he entered fifteen minutes ago. Then he washed his hands and face, opened the door of the cubicle, and walked to the cubicle nearby.
In the cubicle, Grace was pacing back and forth nervously. 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 diverted her attention. She didn't find it strange that Lucien came out fifteen minutes later. Of course, it wasn't strange that he came out fifteen minutes later.
"I heard it too. It was very loud and terrifying. I didn't expect that such an explosion would happen in Sturk!" Lucien closed the door of the cubicle, "But with the attention of the Lord, and the protection of the Lord's shepherds and guardians, we won't have any problems. Grace, calm down. You can ask the waiter later to know what happened. By the way, where were we just now? "
Seeing that there was no danger after so long, and hearing Lucien's calm and gentle voice, Grace also calmed down. She smiled apologetically, "Mr. Evans, you were correcting some of the irregularities in my fingering."
She pressed her hands on the table and imitated the movements of playing the piano.
"Some of your fingering techniques do have traces of the past, but you must have your own style when playing the piano …" Lucien had deep attainments and absolute authority in the field of piano playing. Grace nodded her head repeatedly as he spoke with assurance.
After the two of them talked about music for half an hour, a waiter knocked on the door.
"What's the matter?" Grace was immersed in learning music, and was a little unhappy to be interrupted.
The waiter answered politely and humbly, "Miss Grace, there are two Knight attendants from the Church doing a search."
Lucien had booked this cubicle under Grace's name.
"Let them in." Even though Grace had a good status and identity, she still didn't dare to be arrogant in front of the Church. She also didn't think that there would be any problems between her and the famous musician, Lucien Evans. (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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