"I'm busy this weekend, so I can't release more chapters. But I'll release more chapters at the end of the month."
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The two-handed greatsword in Lucien's hand was simple and unadorned. The faint luster of the sword made Leo's body tremble. It was not because it might be valuable, but because it looked very familiar to Leo, like the greatsword that Ivanovski was holding when he was chasing after Lucien that night.
"Leo, you have a good eye. This sword is called Purifier, and its last owner was Ivanovszki. When he was chasing after me, I killed him. "
Lucien smiled calmly. He was not worried at all that the exposure of Purifier would make people suspect that he knew about the existence of the World of Souls, because Ivanovszki's excellent acting skills made everyone believe that Ivanovszki was here to hunt Lucien down instead of running into the gap of the World of Souls at the bottom of the mine.
It was not strange that Nikonov was killed by Ivanovszki in the remote forest with the help of the terrain, the traps, and the powerful magic items. Also, Nikonov did not find any trace of a battle at the bottom of the mine, nor did he see Ivanovszki in the World of Souls. Therefore, Nikonov's previous inference was undoubtedly the only "true" result.
Also, it was not easy for a middle-rank sorcerer to charm, hint, or control a determined grand knight. It would be impossible for a middle-rank sorcerer to do so if the sorcerer was Ivanovszki, who had the Blessing of Interference. Ivanovszki was very resistant to magic, and together with his own will, only a senior-rank sorcerer could control him. In order to ask him about the existence of the World of Souls, which even Ivanovszki did not dare to reveal, Lucien would need at least a ninth-circle spell, Mind Invasion. Otherwise, Ivanovszki would be forced to wake up as if he was being controlled to commit suicide.
In fact, if Ivanovszki had not been caught and tortured, the big shots behind him would not have told him about the existence of the World of Souls and the way to enter it.
After comparing the list of saints who opposed the pope and the list of grand cardinals who attacked Wilfrid, the Master of Paleness, Lucien believed that he was already standing in front of the door of the secret that could shock the whole world. He could vaguely sense where the problem was, and he had a deeper understanding of the value of the World of Souls. He knew that once his knowledge of its existence was exposed, at least the pope and saints of the North Church, not to mention other people, would definitely kill him in person without caring about their dignity.
The North Church had put the two lists in front of the world without worrying that they would be seen, because to understand the weirdness of the two lists, one had to know that, although Wilfrid, the Master of Paleness, was not missing, he had a close relationship with the missing legendary sorcerers. They had carried out a certain mysterious experiment together, and he knew about the existence of the World of Souls, as well as the secrets about immortality deep inside the World of Souls. Most of the people who knew that could guess something without looking at the two lists.
Therefore, even though the Congress of Magic collected the history of the North Church and the South Church, they did not find anything.
Hearing Lucien's casual answer, Leo's face, which was full of wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, suddenly became empty, as if the meaning of his life had suddenly disappeared. His hands were shaking, which indicated that he could not calm down.
Lucien looked at him quietly and did not say anything. After five minutes, Leo finally forced a smile, "Thank you, my lord, for avenging me."
His voice was filled with intense joy, deep regret, loss, and confusion.
Lucien understood his feelings very well, because if it were him, he would also feel the same loss and regret if he witnessed the death of the enemy who had killed his whole family with his own eyes instead of killing him with his own hands.
"The dead will pass …" Lucien opened his mouth slowly and was about to comfort Leo, but Leo interrupted Lucien abnormally, "My lord, please allow me to go to the side and be quiet for a few minutes."
As Lucien nodded, Leo walked to a giant rock nearby. His steps seemed to be steady, but after a few steps, he was almost tripped by a small stone and a root. His tall body staggered forward.
After coming to the side of the giant rock, Leo did not care about his image. He kneeled down on one knee and kissed the dried moss on the rock with his lips. His right hand was drawing a cross in front of his chest, and he was murmuring names such as "Diana" and "Little Mihail".
Lucien stepped aside and did not eavesdrop on Leo's prayer. The Knight who grew up in the country of the Church, no matter if they really believed in the God of Truth, or if they completely violated the Cannon of the Church, or if they had done anything blasphemous, they would always draw a cross and pray when they were in a bad mood. This was deeply engraved by the preaching when they were little, and they were brought in and out of the church by their parents before they had the ability to distinguish. It had nothing to do with piety.
Lucien's mind wandered, and he thought that one's childhood experience could indeed influence one's behavior … This could also be a direction for arcana studies.
A few minutes later, Leo slowly walked back. He said to Lucien tiredly, "My lord, let's go. We need to leave Ural as soon as possible. The night watchers and the Knight are looking for us like mad dogs. If I hadn't smuggled in this area many times, I wouldn't have been able to escape from them. "
He had already retracted the complex emotions of bitterness, relief, loss, regret, sadness, and joy back into the bottom of his heart. He was earnestly fulfilling his duty as a guide.
Then he took out a pair of boots with dark golden patterns on them, "My lord, these are the boots I found from the dead sorcerer. They seem to have the ability of short-distance teleportation."
"Boots of Evasion, level three, middle-level magic item. They can increase a sorcerer's agility to the level of a level three Knight. They can also cast the third-circle spell, Short-Distance Teleportation, twice a day."
After checking the boots, Lucien smiled and agreed with Leo's suggestion, "Okay, let's go directly through the Ural Mountains. The monsters here are still within my ability, and I have the sorcerer's cabin."
After that, Lucien comforted him again, "Leo, when you get to Aalto, you can stay there. Don't go back to the East Haven. I think it's time for you to reconsider your descendants. Take this two-handed sword, the Purifier. It'll come in handy when you're dealing with the monsters in the mountains. "
Hearing the word "descendant", Leo's expression became complicated again. In this world where bloodline power, title, wealth, and glory were the most important thing, most people valued their descendants very much.
Leo took over the Purifier, as if he was thinking about something. He looked at the sword carefully and then led the way in front of Lucien.
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On the evening of April 20th, the Month of Late Spring.
A carriage drove into Massawa town from Tiran province in the north. It was only half a day's journey from Aalto.
Accompanied by Leo, Lucien, who had blond hair and blue eyes, walked out of the carriage and walked into the familiar hotel. At the same time, he looked around at the crowd.
"On April 9th, year 816 of the Saint Calendar, I left Aalto and arrived here. It's been almost three years since I arrived. " Lucien thought to himself. He felt a sense of familiarity, as if he was going back to his "hometown".
After leaving the state of Ural, Lucien and Leo had been traveling through the mountains. They were attacked by many monsters, but all of them were solved by Lucien's power as a fourth-circle sorcerer. Finally, they arrived at the North Fortress.
Since the North Fortress was guarded by two legendary figures, God's Glory and Chaos Serpent, Lucien and Leo had to take a detour and climb over the snow-capped mountains and enter the territory of the Duchy of Orvarit. However, it took them a lot of time. They were supposed to arrive at the end of March, but they were delayed to the end of April.
Massawa was a small town, and it was not directly under the Grand Duke, so there was nothing particular about this hotel. The hall was the dining hall, and many guests with different accents and clothes were eating. Moreover, they did not have the so-called aristocratic etiquette when eating, and they chatted enthusiastically with each other.
"This year's Aalto Music Festival is not as good as three years ago, but it's still a great music festival on the continent. I'm reluctant to leave, so I stayed for another week." A middle-aged man in a silk shirt, who was obviously rich, said to the three guests who shared a table with him.
Lucien realized that this year's Aalto Music Festival was going to be held again. It was a pity that he could not make it. But it's not a bad thing. Natasha should have come out from the bottom level of the abbey. I need to contact her first. Otherwise, if I go back as a musician, I'll be looking down on the Church's intelligence gathering ability.
Since Lucien had won the Holm Crown prize, he was quite famous in the Congress of Magic. Therefore, he did not let his guard down and continued to disguise himself, because the Church might have already connected the genius sorcerer, Lucien Evans X, with the great musician, Lucien Evans.
Under Lucien's hint, Leo walked to the middle-aged man and asked politely, "Nice to meet you, sir. All the tables in the lobby are full. Can we sit here?"
Lucien hoped that he could get more information about his friends before he returned to Aalto. After he completed the construction of Professor's Infrasound Resonance in his soul as his fifth fourth-circle spell, he planned to go back to Aalto tomorrow.
"No problem. People are coming back from Aalto these days. The hotels along the way are very crowded." The middle-aged man saw that Lucien was handsome and elegant, and he seemed to be a noble. Therefore, he agreed very politely, and the other three guests did not have any objections.
With Leo's help, Lucien sat down at the table and smiled, "Nice to meet you. I'm Michel from Syracuse. How should I address you?"
"I'm Grimm Dunn. I do business between Aalto and Tria." The middle-aged man smiled and answered. The other two guests also introduced themselves.
Lucien pretended to sigh, "I came to Aalto to attend the music festival, but I ran into a lot of bad luck on my way here. I was late for more than ten days, so I missed the music festival. What a pity. Mr. Grimm Dunn, I heard that you just came back from Aalto. Can you tell me more about the music festival? "
"What a pitiful encounter." Glinton explained, "In fact, the music festival this time was not bad. However, compared to the music festival three years ago, without the participation of Master Christopher and Mr. Lucien Evans, the music festival this time was much more mediocre. Many people were a bit disappointed." Glinton nodded, "Actually, the music festival this time was not bad at all. The music festival three years ago was very grand and full of profound significance.
"Of course, Mr. Victor's concert in the Psalm Hall was just as beautiful and full of real music, showing off his superb skills." If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for me at qidian.com. Your support is my biggest motivation. "
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