The night of the Month of Passion (June) was not hot, and the cool breeze brought a sense of freshness.
However, in the hall of John's house, the cool air became cold and cheerless. It carried a bone-chilling coldness that made one feel a deep sense of sorrow.
Sitting on the sofa made of mahogany, the family of four was silent. They were not in the mood to talk, as if they were immersed in the memories of the past.
Alisa wiped her tears with a handkerchief from time to time; Elwyn's face was gloomy, and his fists were clenched tightly when he thought of the past. Chorre's right hand was holding a glass of hard liquor, and he would occasionally take a sip, but this was his favorite hobby other than music. John's face was calm, and the glass of good liquor in his left hand did not decrease at all, as if he was a stone statue.
"Sigh, when people get old, they become soft-hearted, and they can't accept the passing of life. When I was in Aderon, I personally sent away so many good friends and neighbors, but they all recovered in a few days, and they were full of enthusiasm for life again. For example, when old Evans died of illness, sigh … "Chorre said with a self-deprecating sigh.
Aderon was a slum area, and there were many people living at the bottom of the society, and there were also many men who worked hard to support their families. Therefore, there were many people who suddenly fell ill and could never get up again, and the death rate was the highest in all of Aalto. Coming from this place, Joel and his family were used to death and parting.
Alisa stared at Chorre and said with a sobbing voice, "How can they compare with little Evans? He was so young, not even twenty-one years old, and he was so talented, noble, and hardworking. He was the best musician. He didn't have a wife, and he didn't have any children. The bloodline of the Evans family was cut off just like that. "
After a few years of noble life, she had become much more polite.
"Sigh, if it hadn't been for this accident, we would have been able to attend little Evans' wedding in about half a year." Chorre sighed again. Natasha's performance at the concert and the funeral, and the secret date that they had in the middle of the night, made him believe that as long as the Grand Duke did not object, the two young people who were obviously in love with each other would definitely walk into the wedding hall in a hurry. And would the Grand Duke object to Her Royal Highness' normal marriage? Obviously not!
The hall fell silent again. Then John stood up and comforted them gently, "Dad, mom, you should go to bed early. Lucien is in Mountain Paradise, and he doesn't want you to get sick because of him.."
"Well, since little John said so, we'll go upstairs and sleep." Chorre patted John's shoulder and sighed again.
As a Knight, John was the backbone of the whole family. His comforting words were very useful. Therefore, Alisa stopped crying and said to her son, "Little John, you should go to bed early too. Don't squander your body. When you're patrolling around the fortress in the Dark Mountain Range, you'll be safer if you're strong. There are a lot of evil dark creatures and sorcerers there. "
Alisa did not care much about the worries that other noble ladies instilled in her, but this time, Lucien Evans was killed by the evil sorcerer "Professor", which made her really worry about her eldest son. The fortress in the Dark Mountain Range was much more dangerous than Aalto.
Hearing the word "sorcerer", John's hands trembled slightly. Then he hugged Alisa and said, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take care of myself. Only by being strict with myself and not slacking off could I become a rank 2 Knight and have the hope of becoming a Grand Knight within ten years. That's the only way I can fight against evil and those damn demons, demons and sorcerers. "
In the end, John could not help but curse.
At this time, the cold wind blowing in from the open window suddenly became much stronger, and it sounded like countless ghosts were crying and howling. It suddenly became gloomy outside, and the moonlight disappeared. If it were not for the dim light on the copper candlesticks in the hall, it would have been completely dark.
"Who's there?" John sensed a bit of magic wave from the wind, and at the same time, he sensed that someone was slowly walking down the stairs. So he took a step forward, drew out his extraordinary longsword from the tea table, and stood firmly in front of Chorre, Alisa and Elwyn.
Because he did not feel that the enemy was going to attack him, and he was worried that if he stepped forward, there would be other enemies coming from the other side, and then his parents would be left unprotected. Therefore, he chose to wait for reinforcements, and shouted loudly to inform the Knight squires and soldiers stationed outside.
Compared to his elder brother, who had rich experience and great strength, Elwyn, who had only been a Knight for a few years, was very young and inexperienced. It was not until John shouted at him that Elwyn came back to his senses. However, it took him a lot of effort to find his own sword, and when he finally found it, he was sweating profusely.
The hall was unusually quiet, and John's shout did not arouse any response. Only the clear and loud sound of footsteps came from the stairs, as if they were stepping on people's hearts.
Alisa pulled Chorre's sleeves tightly, and her face was full of fear, while Chorre looked at John and Elwyn worriedly. He and his wife were already in their forties, and they had lived a comfortable and comfortable life for a few years. Even if they died, they would not have any regrets. However, his sons were still so young, and they should have a better future.
"Who? Who?! "John did not give up, and his strong willpower made him calm down. This was a good area in the noble district, and there were many Knight, Great Knight, and even Sky Knight in some big noble families. Plus, there were night watchers patrolling the area. The longer they delayed, the better it would be for his family.
A dim candlelight appeared at the corner of the staircase. John looked over and immediately blurted out, "You're right.
"Lucien?!"
It was Lucien Evans, who was wearing a black suit and a bow tie, slowly walking down the stairs with a silver candlestick in his hand.
"Little Evans?!"
"Little Evans?!"
"Brother Lucien?!"
Chorre, Alisa, and Elwyn also saw the face of the man clearly. Under the candlelight, the familiar handsome face was quiet but serious, and his skin was white but not pale. It was full of vitality.
"It's me, Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John, and Elwyn." Lucien tried to make himself smile, which could ease the atmosphere, but he could not.
Alisa exclaimed, "Little Evans, you have the permission of God to visit us one last time before you ascend to Mountain Paradise?" Having grown up in the Duchy of Orvarit, she naturally attributed everything that she could not understand and explain to God.
In excitement, she seemed to be about to jump out.
"Mom, watch out! You are not Lucien! You are an evil sorcerer who has turned into Lucien to trick us! "John stopped Alisa.
Under the suppression of Lucien's undisguised spiritual power, he could only defend himself.
"John, you are half right and half wrong. I am indeed Lucien Evans, but I am also a sorcerer. I did not die, but I took the opportunity to get rid of my identity as a musician. " Lucien stopped on the last stair, because Chorre, Alisa, and Elwyn were all panicked and disgusted after hearing John's words. They subconsciously stepped back, trying to distance themselves from him. John, on the other hand, was very vigilant, as if he would attack at any moment. Therefore, it was better for everyone to keep an appropriate distance.
Such an understanding made Lucien feel even worse.
"Lucien is a sorcerer. He faked his death to get away?" John repeated, his face full of fury, "Asshole! You bloody asshole! You bloody sorcerers! You are slandering Lucien after killing him! He has been interrogated by the Inquisition. He has devoted himself to music. He is pious, tenacious, stubborn, optimistic, and pure. How can he be a sorcerer?! "
A series of adjectives set up the image of Lucien in his mind.
Chorre and the others, who were a bit hesitant and confused, were once again infected by John's determination. They stared at Lucien with hatred.
John continued, "I am a Knight. Do you think I don't know that sorcerers have the ability to transform? Why did you turn into Lucien's appearance to slander him?"
"John, do you still remember the discussion about the Knight's Spirit and Creed before we fought back against the Aaron Mafia? Do you still remember what we said in the alley in Aderon after we defeated the Aaron Mafia? About traveling across the continent, about whether or not kobolds and gnolls could be eaten? " Lucien had expected this, so he said unhurriedly. No one would immediately believe that their friend who had just been buried suddenly came back to life and told them that everything was fake, especially in a world with magic.
John was a bit surprised, but he soon said in a low voice, "What's the point of talking about these things? There are many magic methods that can let you know these things from Lucien's mouth! "
Lucien had always admired the determination of a Knight, but today he was having a headache. Most importantly, he did not know what had happened before he came to this world. If he continued to rely on the details, it would be easy to "prove" that he was a fake. Therefore, he had to say, "John, you should know very well that it's very difficult to get every detail out of these little things with magic methods, unless you use a ninth-circle spell to invade your brain. You can use any tiny detail in this matter to verify my identity. "
John's face was full of struggle and disgust, while Chorre, Alisa, and Elwyn's faces were full of hatred, disgust, and confusion.
Seeing that John did not ask, Lucien began to tell the story from the beginning, "After I met the witch, I did not learn magic, so I could survive the interrogation of the inquisition. But later, when Pastor Benjamin asked me and several Knight attendants to deal with the witch's magic laboratory, I got a copy of the witch's books and notes, which were carefully backed up by the witch. That was when I embarked on the path of magic."
"Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John, do you still remember why I suddenly wanted to learn how to read? It was because only when I learned how to read, I could read magic notes and books! "
"John, do you know why I was able to discover the conspiracy of the Argent Horn? It was because I was practicing magic in the sewer! "
…
Lucien revealed the details of his memories and the problems covered by the details one by one. The rigorous logic and other proofs made John's face shake. He shouted in a low voice, "Lucien, why do you want me to believe? Believe that my good friend is a sorcerer? A sorcerer who played with the good people of the whole city? "
In his heart, it seemed that Lucien's image was completely destroyed.
Alisa shook her head in disbelief. The child she loved and often got along with was actually an evil sorcerer in the propaganda of the church. And if the fake death was true, then it was indeed very evil …
Chorre stared at Lucien's eyes and saw the pain in his eyes. The disgust on his face lessened a bit, "Little Evans, you were forced to choose magic at the beginning, but after you showed such excellent musical talent, why did you continue to pursue the path of magic? Are you so thirsty for power that you want to betray the Lord? "
"Uncle Chorre, it's not like that. I pursued magic because I loved it deeply. I wanted to see the truth of this world. What is our life? Why does this world exist? What form does it exist in? Why is the sky so regular and mysterious? These questions and the unknown answers are the most beautiful and attractive. They are full of the ultimate charm. " Lucien answered from the bottom of his heart and then looked at John, "John, I faked my death because my identity as a sorcerer would be exposed sooner or later. In that case, it's better to let the favorite musician live in people's hearts forever. I'm sorry for what I've done to them. "
"After I became a sorcerer, I never actively hurt any innocent people except for self-protection and saving people. Whether you can accept my identity as a sorcerer or not, I hope you can understand that I'm not that kind of evil sorcerer, and most of the sorcerers in the Congress of Magic are not evil sorcerers either."
John's face softened a bit, "Lucien, since you faked your death, why did you show up in front of us? Aren't you worried that we'll betray you?"
Seeing that they were calmer, Lucien took a step forward, but John, Chorre, Alisa and Elwyn all subconsciously took a step back. They were still scared.
Seeing this, Lucien shook his head with a bitter smile, "Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John and Elwyn, I came back to ask if you'd like to follow me to the Kingdom of Holm. Although there are many sorcerers there, there's still the Church and the nobles. It's just that they live in peace, and I'm confident that the nobles in the Kingdom of Holm will accept you."
"The Kingdom of Holm? The Headquarters of the Magic Council? Her Royal Highness? "John seemed to have thought of something.
Lucien shook his head again, "This has nothing to do with Natasha. It was planned by my teacher 'Professor' and me. After I meet you, I'm going to meet her and tell her the truth, and I hope that she will forgive me. "
If he did not get Natasha out of this, many things would be difficult in the future. When he recalled the part about Natasha just now, Lucien also made up the character 'Professor' to cover up the lie.
Then Lucien asked again, "Are you willing to follow me? You don't have to change your status, wealth, or faith. "
Silence. Joel's family was silent beyond words.
After a while, when Lucien was about to ask again, John shook his head, "Lucien, I'm a Knight of the Duchy of Orvarit. I'm a Knight of the Violet Order. I have my own country and my own lord to protect. My creed as a Knight makes it impossible for me to leave them behind."
Lucien refused firmly, with a hint of unfamiliarity and estrangement.
Chorre tried to smile, "Little Evans, I'm very happy that you didn't forget us. But I like Aalto, I like the City of Music. My friends and my family are all here. I can't give them up. "
"Little Evans, I can't imagine living with sorcerers. I'm a devout believer." Alisa declined politely, but this was also the biggest gap.
Elwyn also shook his head.
Seeing that they were determined, Lucien closed his eyes and sighed, "Alright, I understand. Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John, Elwyn, I hope that after I leave, you can report me to the inquisition that I'm a sorcerer. "
"What?!" John, Chorre, Alisa, and Elwyn couldn't understand Lucien at all. He was asking them to report him?!
Lucien put on a sad smile, "Sooner or later, my identity will be exposed, and you'll be involved. So I think it's better for you to report it. In this way, the Church won't give you a hard time. "
After such a "betrayal", the Church would definitely not threaten him with Chorre's family.
"You …" John and the rest were too shocked to say anything. To report Lucien, to report one's own "child", good friend, and brother, how cruel was this? Even when they hated Lucien the most, they didn't think of this!
Lucien put his left hand on his chest and bowed deeply, "Cruelty is also a kind of gentleness. Please allow me to leave now. I hope we'll have a chance to meet again in the future. "
Chorre, John, Alisa, and Elwyn were silent, as if they were resisting the sorcerer Lucien.
Lucien was sad. He turned around and walked out of the house. Maybe they really wouldn't have a chance to meet again in the future.
In the silence, when Lucien was about to walk to the door, Alisa's trembling voice came from behind,
"Little Evans …"
Lucien was slightly surprised and looked back expectantly.
Alisa bit her lips and said, "Be careful in the Congress of Magic. It's definitely more dangerous than the music industry in Aalto."
"I will, Aunt Alisa." Lucien's eyes were a bit wet.
After struggling for a while, Chorre also sighed and said, "I believe that you're kind-hearted. If one day, you can't live in the Congress of Magic anymore, remember, there's still a home for you here."
John's expression was very complicated, and the veins on his hands were bulging. When he saw that Lucien was about to turn around and leave after promising Chorre, he finally blurted out, "Don't do anything bad, and don't let me see you when you do something bad."
After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "Be careful."
Lucien suddenly smiled very brightly. He bowed deeply to them again and then disappeared into the darkness without looking back.
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