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The evening sun pierced through the crimson clouds and shone on the quiet square of the Aderon Cathedral. The small sun in the bishop's hand had lost its brightness and was now hanging in front of his chest. He turned around and walked into the cathedral.
In the middle of the square, the beautiful black-robed witch had been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughter and curses still echoed in the air. Many people could not help but tremble. They looked around and then followed the bishop and the pastors into the cathedral. Under the attention of the Lord, they confessed their sins and prayed sincerely.
The dazzling white light seemed to be still in front of him, and the sacred and majestic power contained in it seemed to be still vaguely felt. Under the shock, Lucien had already accepted his identity and buried everything in his heart. He did not dare to show the slightest difference.
"The power of the divine spell is so powerful. I wonder if I have a chance to learn it?"
Lucien thought in shock. He did not have the reverence that ordinary people should have. Suddenly, a huge force patted Lucien's left shoulder, and he could not help but fall to the left. He almost lost his balance.
"Oh, my poor little Evans, you're finally fine. This is all thanks to the Lord. I thought you would be sick like your father and never be able to stand up again. Thank the Lord for letting such a great young man continue to live."
Lucien was awakened from the shock. He saw a brown-haired woman who was twice his size standing next to him. She was wiping her tears and patting his shoulder with her right hand that was as strong as a bear's paw.
Lucien slightly moved away so that he would not vomit blood. He opened his mouth but found that he could not say a word. Because, how should I address this woman? It seems that my full name should be Lucien? Evans?
"Poor little Evans. You must be so sick that you can't even think straight. Look at your face. You're so skinny that you can even see your bones …" The middle-aged woman felt even sadder when she saw Lucien's reaction.
As he muttered, Lucien felt extremely awkward. He had transmigrated here, and other than being able to understand and speak the language here, he had not inherited any memories. If he made a mistake, he might be misunderstood as being possessed by a demon. Of course, in a sense, the current Lucien's soul had indeed been possessed by a demon.
Fortunately, a middle-aged man standing by the side patted the plump woman and comforted, "Alisa, Little Evans has just recovered, so he must be very weak. Don't disturb him. Elwyn, help your mother. Let's go home together. "
This middle-aged man was very thin, and his back was slightly hunched. He had a head of short, white hair, and his face had been carved with the vicissitudes of life. One could vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth.
But in Lucien's eyes, this middle-aged man was like an angel with a pure white halo, an angel who freed him from his embarrassment and nervousness.
"Auntie Alisa, I'm completely fine, but I'm still a little dizzy." Lucien chose his words carefully, so as not to give himself away.
Elwyn, the little boy who pulled Lucien to watch the witch burn, half supported his mother and made a funny face. "Big brother Lucien is not the kind of coward who dies after getting sick. You're the only one who still thinks of him as a little boy who needs to be taken care of."
Auntie Alisa wiped her tears and said, "Little Evans, I'm relieved to see that you're fine. It's all that damn evil witch's fault."
Supported by Elvin, Auntie Alisa slowly walked forward and nagged, "When she first moved into the house next to yours, she was so quiet and beautiful, so gentle and elegant. I thought if little John could marry such a girl, it would be a gift from God. But, she turned out to be a witch, and she went to the cemetery to steal the remains of the dead to perform evil magic. Fortunately, the glory of God shines on everything. At that time, the night watchers of the inquisition were in the cemetery and caught her directly. Otherwise, if she had prepared evil magic, I don't know how many people in Aderon would have died …"
Walking behind the middle-aged man, Lucien roughly knew what had happened from Auntie Alisa's nagging. The witch was caught by the night watchers of the church when she went to the cemetery to steal the remains. As her neighbor, Lucien was also interrogated by the church. In the process, the church might have used some divine spells to eliminate the real Lucien as a suspect, but at the same time, the real Lucien was hurt mentally or physically. Lucien then died of a serious illness, and that was how Lucien was able to possess his body.
Seeing that Lucien did not speak, the middle-aged man patted Lucien's shoulder and comforted him in a low voice, "Alisa is always nagging like this. Just pretend that you didn't hear her."
Lucien did not know what to say, so he just nodded.
Looking at Auntie Alisa's back, the middle-aged man sighed quietly, "Sigh, Alisa used to be a pure and beautiful girl, but since she gave birth to little John, it was like she was cursed by the devil. In just one year, she became what she is now."
He seemed to be full of emotions, and his eyes were quite deep. Then he paused and said, "I can't beat her anymore."
Lucien had just arrived in this world, and he had seen and experienced the power of the divine spell with his own eyes. So he just smiled reluctantly and did not directly answer the question. Besides, he did not know how to address the middle-aged man.
Perhaps the middle-aged man was too absorbed in his memories to notice that he did not control his voice. Alisa snorted, "Chorre, you're a bard full of ideals and passion, a young man who came to Aalto to pursue his dream of music, but you've become a drunkard all day long."
Chorre smiled embarrassedly, "Aalto is the City of Psalms. Every day, many young people come here to pursue their dreams of music, but how many of them succeed? Alisa, since little John started to exercise, I've stopped drinking, haven't I? "
Auntie Alisa turned around and glared at him, "Fortunately, we have God's blessing. You know that our hope is on John and Elwyn. If little John didn't exercise every day, how could he be chosen by Lord Venn to go to his manor for formal Knight training? If he could awaken the 'Divine Blessing' in his blood and become a real Knight, then he would be enfeoffed by the Grand Duke and become a noble. "
Chorre shrunk his shoulders, but Alisa soon noticed that Lucien was absent-minded, "Oh, I'm sorry, little Evans. I didn't mean to mention this. You're also very talented. It's just that you haven't been practicing since you were young …"
Alisa found that the more she said, the more she hurt Lucien's heart. She quickly shut her mouth and signaled Chorre to speak.
Chorre laughed and patted Lucien's shoulder again, "How can our little Evans be so weak? He's going to inherit his uncle Chorre's dream of being a musician."
Lucien grinned, "Yes, my dream is to be a musician."
Seeing that Lucien didn't have any reaction, Alisa continued to talk about various trivial things, which gave Lucien a better understanding of the city he was in.
This was a big city called Aalto, near the Dark Mountain Range. It was known as the City of Psalm, prosperous and full of opportunities.
Currently, he lived in the Aderon district of Aalto, and it seemed that he had lost his regular job of helping to carry goods in the market because of a serious illness.
Soon, the four of them walked to Lucien's house.
Aunt Alisa originally wanted to invite Lucien to her house for dinner, but Lucien, who urgently needed peace and quiet, politely refused her.
When they separated, Elwyn quietly and curiously asked Lucien, "Brother Lucien, when did your dream become to be a musician?"
"Just now." Lucien numbly moved his mouth.
Elwyn let out a long "oh".
After entering the house and locking the door, Lucien absent-mindedly sat down, his elbows on the wooden table, and his head was deeply buried in his elbows.
"I actually traveled to another world!"
"And it's a world with inhuman power."
"If I'm not careful, I'll be tied to the stake and burned alive."
Just now, when there was no one around, the emotions that arose from witnessing the miserable fate of the witch finally burst out. Lucien was shocked, scared, and scared.
Of course, as a guy who had not experienced many major events, although Lucien was a little introverted and easily panicked when he encountered things, in the face of such enormous pressure, he was able to maintain his calm. It was only when he came back that he could not suppress it anymore.
It had to be said that the environment and experience were the toughest.
As time passed, darkness gradually fell, and Lucien also adapted to the fear and calmed down. Since he had already traveled to another world, there was no point in being afraid, worried, or scared. He could only carefully take one step at a time. This time, if he died again, he might not be able to travel to another world again.
After calming down, Lucien suppressed his thoughts and worries about his parents and friends. When he was just about to plan his life, he immediately felt a surge of hunger. It was as if there was a fire burning in his stomach, and he kept salivating.
Swallowing his saliva, filling his stomach was the most important thing. Lucien stopped thinking and walked towards the only thing in the room that could store things, the crate.
In the shabby box, there were some clothes, two black loaves of bread, and seven shiny brass coins in the shape of metal.
His stomach had replaced Lucien's brain, and he did not have extra energy to think about other things. He picked up a piece of black bread and ate it.
With a crunch, Lucien hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand. His teeth almost fell out. Is this bread or a wooden stick?
After smelling it, Lucien could barely confirm that it was indeed bread, but it was so hard that it could knock out an adult.
Resisting his hunger, Lucien took out a flint from the crate. After failing a few times, he finally lit the wood under the stove and started to bake the bread.
"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef, Kung Pao chicken …" As he baked the bread, Lucien muttered to himself, drooling uncontrollably.
The black bread was slightly softer, and Lucien could not help but gnaw on it. The horrible taste was like chewing wood shavings.
But Lucien still wolfed it down. As he ate, he could not help but lament, "If I have to eat this kind of food every day, I might as well die. No, I have to earn money. I have to get rid of this poor life."
"If I can learn the divine arts and become a bishop or a priest …" In his endless imagination, Lucien remembered the well-dressed bishops and priests he saw in front of the church. He thought of the inhuman power and the noble status that came from it. He could not help but feel a rush of excitement. "But, in my situation, wouldn't I be courting death if I went to the church? I wonder if there are other ways to obtain inhuman supernatural power? For example, God's Grace? "
"If I can't obtain this power, will the things I learned be of any use in this world?"
After stopping his hunger, Lucien began to seriously analyze his way of survival. But just as he recalled the knowledge he had learned, Lucien suddenly felt that there was something extra in his mind.
Carefully sensing it, Lucien could not help but widen his eyes. "Aren't these the books in the library? They also followed me through time? "
There were the books of the entire comprehensive library in his mind. They were not like memories, but more like projections. They were placed neatly in categories for Lucien to read.
The curious Lucien casually flipped through the books, but he was puzzled to find that most of the books could not be opened.
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