Seeing the blood on the corner of Lucien's mouth, chin and chest, the security guard did not listen to Lucien's words at all. "Mr. Evans, hang in there!" He said anxiously, "Hang in there! Do you have any healing potions? If you don't, I have one here. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the Golden Cathedral and ask a bishop to treat you! "
The bodyguard's "loyalty" scared Lucien. If he asked a bishop to treat him, the abnormality of his soul would be easily discovered. Therefore, he struggled to take out a bottle of ordinary healing potion that could be bought in a church and drank it slowly. Then he waved his hand and said, "It's just a small wound. I'll be fine after drinking the potion. Also, don't forget that I'm also a Knight. My self-healing ability is very strong. Although the assassin was powerful, he was scared away by you before he could kill me. "
Hearing that Lucien was only short of breath and coughing, the bodyguard was finally relieved. Then he pulled out his long sword and stayed close to Lucien, fearing that there might be other assassins.
However, he still reminded Lucien, "Mr. Evans, many Blessing Powers of the dark nature are very strange. Even if the wounds on the surface are not serious, they can still corrode and destroy your internal organs slowly and unknowingly. When the Blessing Powers completely break out, even the senior-level healing spells of the red robes will not be able to help you. So, you'd better go to the Golden Cathedral and ask a bishop to check you carefully after dawn."
"Thank you for your reminder. After dawn, I'll make a decision based on my own condition. As a Knight, I think I can judge my own body condition. "Lucien pretended to be stubborn.
"Okay." The bodyguard did not say anything more. Many people were like this. They were very afraid of death, but they did not want others to say that there was something wrong with them. Before their injuries or diseases broke out, they always had a strong hope that they would be lucky. They were afraid of meeting the doctors in the charity hall, the pastors, or the bishops in the church.
Not long after, Alisa and Chorre, who had sensed the commotion, rushed into Lucien's room under the protection of the private soldiers. Seeing that his face was "pale" and his footsteps were "unsteady," there was no blood or any other frightening condition, they finally relaxed.
"Poor little Evans, which bastard wants to assassinate you?! You're just a musician, not a Knight or a Priest … "Alisa said angrily with tears in her eyes." Are you saying that he's your musical competitor? "
"Alisa, don't let your imagination run wild. Which musician can afford to hire a Great Knight level assassin?" Chorre got some information from the bodyguard. "Little Evans, did you find anything?"
At this time, Natasha flew in through the window with Camille. Her nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled the smell of blood that had not completely dissipated. Her expression became a bit strange, and then she quickly asked in an "extremely serious" and "imposing manner", "Lucien, what are the characteristics of the assassin?"
"It's just a black shadow, but it gives me a familiar feeling. It seems to be the cultists of Argent Horn …" In front of everyone, of course, Lucien would not say that he saw a clown and a pair of black gloves. Therefore, he pushed the blame to Argent Horn, who had a grudge against the musician Lucien Evans.
"It's them?!" Alisa's face turned pale, and she took a step back unsteadily. The experience of being kidnapped by Argent Horn and having her fingers chopped off was a nightmare that she did not want to recall.
Chorre clenched his hands tightly, and his low voice was filled with extreme anger, "They want to get back at you, little Evans!"
Obviously, Argent Horn had perfectly taken the blame.
After sending Chorre and Alisa back to the room and sending away the bodyguard, Natasha said with a faint smile, "Lucien, did you want to pretend to be assassinated, or did an assassin really come and you took advantage of it?"
"It was a real assassin, probably a level five Great Knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask." Lucien did not hide anything.
Natasha slightly raised her head, "It seems a bit familiar …"
"It's the captain of the night watchers, Clown." Camille kept a serious face and simply replied, "I've seen him in several operations with the night watchers."
After becoming a night watcher, their information was strictly confidential. Only the head of the inquisition, the grand cardinals or the red robes in charge of the parish could know about it. They would not disclose it to anyone else, and they would usually call each other by a code name or a pseudonym.
They had been living in darkness for a long time, and some of them had been wearing masks, hoods or cloaks to cover their faces. Therefore, Natasha did not know the details about the night watchers in the parish of Orvarit, which was also why Lucien did not have any connection when he first heard about Clown. When the night watchers and Argent Horn were fighting each other in the Black Forest, Lucien was not there. Naturally, he did not know who the night watchers were and who had survived.
"It's really a night watcher …" After confirming that it was the black gloves, Lucien was half serious and half relaxed. He was serious because the night watchers of the Church still had their eyes on him. They were like mad dogs, and once they bit, they would not let him go easily. He was relaxed because the night watchers were testing him in this way, which meant that their suspicion was not approved by the higher-ups. Otherwise, the red-robed cardinal could have secretly used a divine power to identify and investigate Lucien.
Camille said with a straight face, "He's a night watcher who survived the battle with Argent Horn in the Black Forest."
Camille didn't like "Professor" at all.
"It's him. No wonder I felt that he was familiar." Natasha, who had participated in the battle, clapped her hands.
How much damage did Professor cause to them? Lucien finally understood why the night watchers were so persistent in tracking him down.
"But it's not a bad thing. The fact that he directly tested you means that there is no conclusive evidence, and the higher-ups of the Church do not suspect you either." Natasha smiled, "I was planning to let you use your illness as an excuse to let someone else conduct the concert for you, and then at the end of the concert, a great musician would be summoned by the Lord, so that you won't be tested by the red-robed cardinal in the Psalm Hall. But now, it seems that we don't have to do that."
"That's great. Although I can suppress the anomaly of my soul with my blood power in the anti-magic circle in the Psalm Hall, Sard is a saint cardinal," Lucien said to himself. Lucien purposely did not try to heal his wounded internal organs. He breathed heavily and said, "When I was a magic apprentice, the anomaly in my soul was no different from that of ordinary people. It's fine if I show up in front of him, but now that I'm a fourth-circle sorcerer, I might be exposed if he looks at me carefully."
Natasha looked a bit serious, "After the collapse of the magic circle last time, Grand Sardes has been living in seclusion. He has never participated in a concert or hosted a large prayer ceremony. He only showed up once when the Grand Cardinals gathered in Lance for a meeting. Lucien, you don't have to worry that he will come to the Psalm Hall. Even if he does come, you have enough time to pretend that your illness relapses and change the conductor. "
Natasha seemed to be a bit worried about Grand Sardes' condition.
Then, Natasha was surprised. She subconsciously rubbed her chin with her right hand, "Wait, Lucien, you're already a fourth-circle sorcerer?"
Because it involved the secrets of the World of Souls and Rhein, Lucien did not mention that he was a fourth-circle sorcerer.
"Sometimes, danger can stimulate the potential of the soul, just like when I was in the sewer." Lucien explained with a good reason. He now had a better understanding of Grand Sardes' condition in the past three years.
"Very good! Lucien, you're still two months away from turning twenty-one, but you're already a fourth-circle sorcerer. Even in the recent hundred years, when the Congress of Magic produced many geniuses, you're one of the most outstanding ones. " Natasha was sincerely happy about her good friend's achievement. After all, it was real strength. "It means that you're very talented in arcana. Your path in the future will be firmer than others."
Lucien shook his head with a smile, "Compared to you, Her Royal Highness, I'm still much weaker. I remember that you were already a Great Knight when you were an adult, and you even reached level five when you were twenty-one. "
"I'm glad to hear your compliment, Lucien. However, for a Knight, a strong will and the spirit of a Knight are part of it, and the mixture of the top Blessing is also part of it. Although I was able to become a Great Knight when I was an adult, the main reason was that my Blessing was outstanding. However, becoming a Celestial Knight reflects my own will and the spirit of a Knight. " Natasha was neither proud nor self-abased about the rapid advancement based on the noble Blessing. She admitted frankly.
Lucien smiled, "But many people with mixed Blessing can't activate their Blessing in their whole life."
"Hehe, I'm also very talented as a Knight." Natasha was not modest.
Then, the two talked for a while and decided on the follow-up.
…
Inside a house.
Wearing a funny mask, Clown walked back to the secret room gloomily.
"Captain, what did the inquisitor say?" Juliana asked with concern. Lend and Minsk also looked at Clown worriedly.
Clown did not expect that Lucien would have a level five Knight item and a level four longsword. Not only did Clown fail, but he also let Lucien see his mask and black gloves. Therefore, the inquisitor soon received Natasha's protest.
Clown shook his head, "The inquisitor said that Argent Horn was pretending to be a Night Watcher. After all, for the inquisitor, this was not something to be proud of. But at the same time, the inquisitor did not listen to my explanation. He gave me the most severe warning. If this happens again, I'll be tried by the internal court. "
"Are we just going to give up?" Juliana and Minsk asked reluctantly.
Clown looked out of the window and said in a low voice, "I woke up from the darkness and became a Night Watcher by the Lord's inspiration. No matter how cruel and crazy I was in the past, since I took the oath, I've been focusing on fighting evil. Therefore, even if I'm going to fall into the darkness and be wronged by the Church, I won't let the evil Professor live on. My honor and my creed will not allow me to give up. "
In the beginning, his hatred for Professor stemmed from hatred and humiliation. Otherwise, why would he only target Professor instead of the other sorcerers? But now, he was close to the bottom line of a knight and a night watcher.
"Me too." The other three also said in a low voice.
Clown looked at them and made his decision, "Okay. Let's pretend to give up for now and wait for the opportunity."
…
Cough, cough, cough. Lucien's violent coughing startled Franz, who helped him compose the poem and turn it into a song, "Mr. Evans, are you alright? Why don't you take a rest first and continue when you're better? "
Lucien's face was pale, but he shook his head firmly, "As the last movement of this symphony is coming to completion, I feel more and more passion and inspiration. It's the praise from my life. I don't want to stop, and I can't stop. Do you understand, Franz?" 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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