The purple was elegant, tranquil and gentle. There was also a family coat of arms engraved on the carriage. In the middle was a powerful metal armoured arm holding a silver shield. Around the armoured arm was a circle of bright violets symbolizing nobility and elegance. Outside the violets was a circle of heraldic lines in the shape of a barrier.
This was the coat of arms of the Orvarit family. Other than the name of violet, the family also had the title of "Shield of Truth".
The carriage stopped in front of the long red carpet in the Psalm Hall. The guards stood on both sides. The nobles who had just entered the Psalm Hall left their seats again. Led by Count Hayne and Count Rafati, they waited for the arrival of the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit in the foyer. Victor, Rhein, Lucien and other musicians were waiting for the arrival of the Grand Dukes of Orvarit from a small foyer on the other side.
The door of the carriage behind them opened, and a tall lady in a black, elegant evening gown walked out. She had bright purple hair, and her eyebrows were thicker than those of ordinary ladies. Together with her dreamy purple eyes, she did not look boorish at all. Instead, she gave off an aura of elegance and lightness. Coupled with her straight nose and light red lips that were just right, she was truly a beauty. Compared to Sylvia who was like a lily, she was like an angry violet.
She was Natasha, the Violet Count.
It was the serious and powerful middle-aged woman that Lucien had met before. She had been following Princess Natasha all the time, never leaving her side.
Natasha was a level five Knight. She was half a head taller than most men. She walked to the front of the carriage and opened the door for her father, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit.
Orvarit also had long purple hair. However, he was over sixty years old, and he was not as gifted as Natasha, so he was only a level two Knight. Therefore, he was only a level two Knight. Basically, he relied on the secret potions of the church and his family to increase his power. Therefore, his purple hair had a hint of silver.
He was quite similar to Natasha. Even at his age, he was still a handsome gentleman who could make girls scream. He was even more mature than the other young men. However, he was a devout believer and had devoted all his feelings to his wife. In the past ten years, there had never been any rumors about him being involved in any affairs.
When Orvarit was still the Violet Count, the love story of the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit was a classic that was praised by many bards. He went to the Kingdom of Holm on the other side of the Storm Strait and fell in love with the only daughter of the king at first sight. After overcoming countless obstacles, they finally became a couple that everyone envied.
With the help of Natasha, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit slowly walked to the red carpet from the coach. Looking at the sacred and solemn Psalm Hall, which had not changed much since he could remember, he thought about his own life. As he thought about it, he turned his head and looked at his daughter. Right now, his only worry was his daughter. He was proud of his daughter, but there were also a lot of things that he could not accept. In terms of personality, she was even more strong-willed than a man.
The entrance hall was right in front of him. The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit held back his thoughts and kept his dignified and kind smile. He greeted Count Hayne, Count Rafati and the other nobles who were loyal to his family one by one. Natasha, on the other hand, nodded with a smile all the time. She seemed to be very familiar with the social etiquette, but at the same time, she seemed to be alienated from it. When she saw Sylvia in the small hall, she put her perfect smile on her face and slightly bowed with her right hand on her chest.
Seeing this scene, Lucien suddenly felt a bit strange. Based on his reading experience, the behavior between Natasha and Sylvia just now seemed to be … "What a waste …" Although Lucien did not expect that he would have any entanglements with them, he still felt sorry for the other men.
Count Hayne bowed to his lord as a Knight and smiled, "Your Majesty Grand Duke, let's go inside. With us old guys here, the young people will not be able to relax."
His son, Viscount Harrington, was talking with Princess Natasha. The concert in the Psalm Hall was very important for the nobles who loved music, but the communication before the concert was also very important.
Grand Dukes Of Orvarit looked at Viscount Harrington with a bit of pity and expectation. Then he shook his head, "Wait a second. Grand Dukes Sardes will also come to the concert this time."
Count Rafati and the other nobles who had short blond hair and were wearing a balaclava became very quiet. Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, Cardinal Sardes, who had been living a semi-hermit life, would also come to the concert?
Was it really that serious this time? Was it not just some low-rank sorcerers, Black Knight, and Black Knight?
Before they could ask, a simple carriage with only the Saint Emblem of Truth engraved on the carriage slowly arrived at the gate of the Psalm Hall under the control of two Knights in silver full-body armor. Then, supported by the Knights, a white-haired old man wearing a white robe and a white bonnet walked out of the carriage. He looked like an ordinary old man.
Seeing Grand Dukes Sardes walking steadily, the nobles all had the same thought, "Mr. Sardes doesn't look like a two-hundred-year-old man at all."
In the small hall, as soon as Sardes showed up, Lucien's spiritual power, which was imprisoned by the anti-magic circle, suddenly felt warm, as if the holy light was shining on him.
"His soul has already reached such a terrifying level?!" Lucien was a bit surprised. Before he came to the Psalm Hall, he had hidden the Ice Avenger in the lab and had been restraining his spiritual power. Therefore, he had successfully passed the inspection of the guards and experienced the horror of the anti-magic circle. He could not use his spiritual power at all and could not cast any spells at all.
As for Sardes, few people in Aalto did not know him, so Lucien had also heard of him. He knew that Sardes was a Saint Cardinal, one of the so-called legendary figures in this world.
There were not many such figures in the Saint Truth. It was said that among all the Grand Dukes, there were only a dozen Saint Cardinals. According to the rumors Lucien heard, there should be no more than thirty Saint Cardinals, including the commanders of the Knight Regiment under the Church, the leaders of the Inquisition, and the leaders of the ascetics. After all, this was the most powerful force in the whole world, including the alternate dimensions.
While Lucien was admiring the power of Grand Dukes Sardes, Rhein, who was next to him, put his hands tightly on his body and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was afraid of being burned by the invisible holy light.
Lucien, who had long suspected that there was something wrong with him, observed his behavior very clearly. Just when Lucien was about to look away, Rhein seemed to have sensed something. He turned his head and suddenly made eye contact with Lucien.
Lucien did not panic, but looked back at Rhein generously. The corner of Rhein's mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile.
The two naturally looked away and looked at Grand Dukes Sardes, who had already walked to the entrance hall.
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit stepped forward and held Sardes' right hand. He bent his knees slightly and kissed it with the etiquette of a Knight, "Only Truth lives forever."
This was not an attempt to curry favor with Sard. Instead, it was a tribute from the royal power to the divine power.
Sardes helped the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit up, "Your Majesty Grand Duke, I'm glad to see that you're still so healthy. I'm also glad to see that our lovely little Natasha is becoming more and more like a Knight."
The two of them walked into the Psalm Hall while holding each other's arms. Natasha was half a step behind, holding Sardes' other arm. The other nobles walked behind them in strict order according to their titles and their relationship with their lords.
Seeing the nobles walking into the Psalm Hall, Victor smiled and said to Rhein, "We should go backstage and prepare. Lucien, you wait for your friends here and lead them to the small stand on the west side of the hall."
Most of Lott and Herodotus' friends were nobles, and they didn't want to miss the chance to socialize with other nobles. As for Phyllis, her uncle and her cousin were both influential and powerful figures, and they were the center of attention in such a social occasion. Looking at their backs, Phyllis sighed slightly and walked in with Victor.
Outside the small hall, only Steward Ace and Lucien were waiting. One of them was waiting for Victor's relatives, and the other was waiting for his friends.
Soon, Lucien saw a carriage that seemed to be too heavy to move. Elwyn jumped out of the carriage in his cute little tuxedo, followed by John. He looked even more handsome in his tuxedo, and his blond hair was very dazzling in the light.
Elwyn helped Chorre, and John helped Alisa, whose tuxedo was about to burst open, out of the carriage. Lucien hurried to greet them and punched John's shoulder with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't come."
John chuckled and punched Lucien's shoulder in return. "Lucien, I'll definitely come and listen to your first performance."
Then he gave Lucien a Knight's hug. "Let me tell you a piece of good news. I've reached the level of a high-rank Knight's squire."
"Good things are coming one after another." Lucien led them into the small hall. At this time, Elena also came in the carriage. Her tight pale yellow dress outlined her slender figure. She had deliberately dressed up her appearance. Although she was not as beautiful as Sylvia and Natasha, she was as pure and beautiful as an angel.
Chorre looked at Lucien and smiled, "Little Evans, you've got yourself a nice girl. Little John hasn't even touched a girl's hand yet."
Hardedef couldn't help but blush when he heard this. It seemed that he was still a rookie in this aspect. Of course, Lucien was also a rookie, both in his previous life and in this life.
"No, we're just friends." Lucien explained embarrassedly. His current goal was magic, knowledge, and the Congress of Magic.
Then, Lucien led them to the small stand on the west side of the hall. It was far away from the hall, and there were only twenty seats.
…
After all the nobles above the rank of Count were seated in the best seats, Grand Dukes Of Orvarit asked Bishop Sardes, who was next to him, "Your Excellency, what's the result of Baron Laurent's case this time?"
Although the city guards and the intelligence department of the duchy were also investigating, they were not as good as the inquisition and the senior-rank pastors who claimed to be able to receive revelations from the God of Truth.
Bishop Sardes kindly looked at the band and said, "It should be the sect of the duke in hell. His predecessor was sealed somewhere in the Dark Mountain Range by the Ancient Magic Empire. He's been trying to find his predecessor and absorb him."
"But in such a case, he should be more secretive." Natasha was confused, "Besides, sorcerers are also involved."
Sardes nodded, "The Lord has revealed to me that there's indeed another scheme. Therefore, we're still analyzing the information from other countries and the documents from the Sylvanas Magic Empire. As for the sorcerers, they're just a few apprentices and a mysterious' professor 'from the Headquarters of the Magic Council. But he's not very powerful. He's only a third or fourth circle sorcerer. Don't worry. "
"From the Headquarters of the Magic Council?" Grand Dukes Of Orvarit and Natasha asked at the same time, with the same weird expression.
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