In the wee hours of the morning, in a high-end hotel in Norland.
Lucien had sent Leo to the room next door to rest early, and told him not to be surprised if he heard anything tonight.
After meeting with Natasha, Lucien believed that she could easily find him in the city of Aalto as long as he did not try to hide.
With a glass of red wine in his hand, Lucien was sitting on the sofa leisurely. However, he did not drink it. Instead, he gently swirled the wine and recalled the past.
This was the Berne wine from Phyllis's manor. Basically, it could only be tasted at the banquets and balls held by her family. However, this hotel was inextricably linked to the Hayne family. Therefore, Lucien got a few bottles of this wine as a gimmick to attract some rich businessmen.
Lucien turned around with a smile and saw Natasha in a lavender royal dress on the balcony. Behind her was Camille, who was wearing an elegant and serious black dress.
Lucien was indeed a Knight. Even though he had been waiting for her all the time, he did not notice her until she came to the balcony. Feeling touched, Lucien put down the glass of Berne wine, walked to the window, and opened it.
"Good evening, Lucien." Natasha greeted Lucien casually. Then she chuckled, "The Silver Moon tonight is dreamy and beautiful. Are you interested in taking a walk and admiring the moon together?"
Lucien burst out laughing, "You are really …"
A simple joke from the past instantly made the little estrangement that they hadn't seen each other for a few years disappear.
Maybe it was because she had become a Knight, Natasha's appearance did not change at all. She was still the most beautiful girl in her twenties, mature and energetic. However, her temperament was much calmer, and she looked more like a great noble than before.
"You haven't changed much …"
"You've matured a lot. You're more like a man now …"
Lucien and Natasha said at the same time. Then, they looked at each other and smiled, showing the tacit understanding between good friends.
"Good evening, Her Royal Highness. Good evening, Ms. Camille." After the smile, Lucien greeted Camille, who was following Natasha like a shadow.
After witnessing the power of Withered Shadow, Count Viktor, Lucien finally realized how terrifying this Blue Tide was.
Camille nodded slightly as a response and continued to follow Natasha quietly.
Natasha, on the other hand, walked to the sofa with her long legs and sat down as freely as she did in the War Gallery in Ratacia Palace. Then she raised her purple eyebrows and observed Lucien carefully, "Although Lucien, I still prefer your original look. Black hair and black eyes, handsome and beautiful."
"Why do I feel like you're describing a lady?" Lucien also joked without restraint. Actually, when he had transmigrated, his appearance could barely be considered delicate and pretty. However, as he learned music and went through all sorts of dangerous experiences, his temperament became calm and steady, elegant and calm, which made his appearance more pleasing to the eye. After that, he awakened the Moonlight Bloodline and was still underage, so he gradually became more handsome. However, compared to Rhine and the others who were born handsome, there was still a big gap.
Natasha laughed awkwardly and then said proudly, "After I came out from the bottom floor of the monastery, I thought that you might have returned to Aalto. Even if you hadn't, you would definitely come back in two or three months. Because I was worried that you wouldn't have a chance to meet me, I estimated when the tourists from Tiran Province in the north would enter the city. Then I made a trip to the manor every day according to the time. In this way, even if you didn't happen to meet me, you could still wait for me on the road at the fixed time. Haha, I didn't expect that I would directly sense your familiar scent at the city gate today, Lucien. "
The corners of her mouth curled up, and she was proud of herself. She showed off her "foresight" and her concern for her good friend without any shame or concealment.
"In fact, I was worried about how to meet you, Natasha. I even wanted to collect information about you like an assassin and then sneak up to you." Lucien talked about his troubles at that time and looked at Natasha with a gentle smile, "But all the problems were solved by Her Royal Highness …"
When they were far away, Natasha's eyes were still dreamy purple, but now that they were so close, Lucien could see the silver-purple ripples under her purple eyes, which were crystal clear and deep, as if they could swallow people's hearts. It seemed that after three years of ascetic life, she had completely grasped the power of her blood power.
Being praised positively, Natasha was even more delighted. She asked Lucien about his experiences in Allyn, the Kingdom of Holm, and the journey in great interest.
Because of the collapse of the Grand Cross, Natasha must've learned about the existence of the World of Souls. However, she probably regarded it as a regular alternate dimension with the nature of the undead like most of the people who knew it. Therefore, Lucien concealed the important secrets of the World of Souls, the truth of Miller's experiment, and the existence of the library. He told her everything that he mentioned and did not mention in the letter.
He had to admit that Natasha was a very good listener. She could ask questions and agree with him at the right time and talk about her own experiences casually. Lucien was very interested in talking and did not finish until late at night.
Natasha had already expressed a lot of opinions about Lucien's experiences. At this moment, she said with a weird expression, "Lucien, you don't seem to have talked about your love experience, do you? Didn't you have a sweet relationship in Allyn, where you could learn magic openly? Such a life is very regrettable! "
"Because I've just arrived in Allyn and I have to make up for my foundation in arcana and improve my magic power. I don't have time to chase girls. I'm too busy. Well, I'm too busy. Maybe I will in the future." Lucien answered a bit embarrassedly.
Natasha reached out her right hand and rubbed her fair chin. She still had the weird expression on her face, "It doesn't make sense! I remember that the girls in Allyn are generally better than Renstadt and Aalto. Lucien, you're young and excellent. You're very good at magic and arcana. You're the youngest winner of Holm Crown prize. So, no matter how busy you are, there should be girls who take the initiative to approach you. Is it possible that … Is it possible that you like men? "
Natasha let her imagination run wild.
"How is it possible? I'm really too busy! " Lucien emphasized, "In Allyn, there were indeed a few girls who hinted at me, but I didn't have any feelings for them. I'd rather not have feelings than to make up my mind! "
Natasha moved her right hand away from her chin and patted Lucien's shoulder. She said earnestly, "It's okay. I understand. I won't discriminate against you."
"Really, no. Her Royal Highness …" Lucien knew that Natasha had made up an epic love story in her mind, so he denied it again and again.
Natasha chuckled, like a fox who had stolen a chick. Then she sensibly changed the topic and asked in confusion, "Why did a certain sir ask you to deliver the letter to the Dark Mountain Range? Needless to say, it's dangerous. Isn't it a waste of time? With the power of a legendary sorcerer, it only takes him the time to reach the Dark Mountain Range from Allyn by using the space jump as a stepping board … "
Natasha was very close to Hathaway, the grand arcanist. She knew a lot more about this than Lucien did.
"I've been wondering, too. Maybe there are other reasons. For example, the King of Nightmares is worried about the impact of modern arcana theories, so she refuses to meet sorcerers above the middle-rank …" Lucien speculated.
Natasha frowned and thought for a while, "It's hard to say. But don't worry, Lucien. The Congress of Magic won't let a young arcanist like you die in the Dark Mountain Range. The legendary sorcerers won't do anything to you either. "
After saying that, she looked up at the clock on the wall and suddenly laughed, which made the whole room feel brilliant. "It's almost five o 'clock. We've talked for so long that I almost forgot to welcome you back."
Therefore, she stood up, patted her long dress, and put on a beautiful smile, "Welcome back, my Knight!"
Lucien also smiled and held Natasha's right hand. He kissed the back of her hand as a Knight's salute and said, "It's nice to see you again, Her Royal Highness."
After becoming a radiant knight, Natasha's hands were much fairer and smoother than before, which complemented her slim and beautiful hands. Her strength was completely restrained.
Natasha quietly waited until Lucien finished the salute. Then she smiled humorously, "My Knight, have you forgotten something too?"
"Yes." Lucien rubbed his forehead, "What I wanted to ask at the very beginning is, has my identity as a musician been exposed by the Church? How are John, Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, little Elwyn, and Elena now? "
Natasha exclaimed, "Wow, so many questions. I have to answer them slowly."
"According to the information I got from the Holy City, after you won the Holm Crown prize, your appearance, age, and strength have all been collected by the Church. However, the continuous impact of the experiments distracted the Church. Also, you were not 'qualified' to be on the Cleansing List, so you were not wanted all over the continent, and the Church did not send you to the Diocese of Violet. So there's no possibility that your identity will be exposed in a short time. "
Natasha learned about the Miller experiment from Lucien's letter. At that time, she was confused for a long time. However, before the Church explained the modified version of the Gift of Life, she had calmed down and was still as pious as before.
Then, Natasha said seriously, "I'm sorry, Lucien. I made a mistake."
"What?" Lucien looked at Natasha confusedly.
Natasha continued seriously, "The reason why I suggested that you keep your identity as a musician was that I wanted you to have an honorable identity that would allow you to travel around the continent for a long time. But I didn't expect that you would win the Holm Crown prize so soon. This is really beyond my expectation. In this way, your identity as a musician will become a burden to you. So, find an opportunity, such as after a brilliant concert, and let your identity die. This will make your friends and people who like you feel better than going missing in the outside world. "
"I don't care about my identity as a musician, but if I fake my death, uncle Chorre and John will be sad. Also, when I'm on the Cleansing List, sooner or later, the Church will connect me with the dead musician, which will be bad for John and the rest of them. "Lucien expressed his confusion and worry.
Natasha smiled, "You can hide it from your friends, but not your family. Just like what you said yourself, Lucien, as you grow up, the Church will find out sooner or later, and your family will be in danger. By then, you'll be able to hold a concert in Holm. So, just tell them that you're a sorcerer and invite them to live in Holm. "
Neither Lucien nor Natasha doubted the possibility of him being on the Cleansing List.
"If they can accept your identity and your invitation, it'll be the best. If they can't, or they can accept your identity but don't want to leave Aalto, I'll keep an eye on them. After you leave, I'll ask them to report you to the Church and make it look like they've cut off their relationship with you, or even become your enemy. In this way, with my mediation, they won't be in danger because you're a sorcerer. " As she spoke, Natasha's aura became even more steady and restrained. It was hard to see through her, as if she were a real archduchess.
"This is really a cruel way." Lucien said with mixed feelings.
Natasha maintained her decisive smile and said, "Sometimes, cruelty is also a kind of gentleness."
"Natasha, you're becoming more and more like a philosopher." Lucien joked to ease his complicated feelings.
Natasha sighed almost inaudibly and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Every lovelorn person is a philosopher." If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for me at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. "
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