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In a hidden cave near the Dark Mountain Range in Melzer Black Forest, the silver-robed Elder Priest Ilya was standing on top of an earthen platform, looking down at the scattered followers. His anger was like an erupting volcano, and deep cracks appeared on the platform under his feet.
The silver-robed High Priest Ilya's performance was like that of a high-ranked Dark Knight at this moment, without any supernatural support.
"Who can tell me what happened?!" Ilia roared, but the language he used was not the common language or the ancient language. Instead, he was using words that were full of darkness, evil, and fear.
At this moment, less than ten followers of Argent Horn were able to escape from the Church and the Knight's pursuit. A level five Knight, Dragan, a level five priest, a level four priest, three priests, and an ordinary dark Knight. This was all that Argent Horn had left in the Duchy of Orvarit. More than ninety percent of them were gone!
How could Ilya, who had worked so hard to develop Argent Horn to the point where it could rival a parish of the Saint Truth, not lose his mind in such a situation?
Hearing his roar, the oracles, the priests, and the knights all lowered their heads, not daring to face the fury of the chief priest. Ilya's fury ignited a layer of black flame that carried a strong smell of sulfur all over his body. His silver hood fluttered backward as if it was blown away by the wind, exposing his head.
He was a monster with two curved goat horns. His eyes were blood-red, full of evil and destruction.
After a while, Ilia finally came back to his senses. He put his hood back on and asked, "Who can tell me why Camille, Amelton, Gossett, and Natasha came here so fast?"
No one answered. No one knew why.
Ilya glanced at the seven followers with his red eyes and asked again, "Who can tell me why that damn sorcerer, Professor, is running to the sealed relics?" This information came from Dragan, who had eaten the brain of one of the night watchers. They had no idea what had happened in the underground prison. They thought that Johnson had been killed by one of the night watchers while they were running away.
Silence. More silence.
Ilia almost lost his mind again. He finally suppressed his urge to roar, "Then who can tell me about that damn 'Professor'?!"
This time, someone finally answered. Dragan tried to suppress the fear brought by Ilya's powerful aura and said, "Your honor, according to the information provided by a sorcerer, 'Professor' is probably a special agent from the headquarter of the Congress of Magic, and he's here to investigate what happened. In fact, two days ago, we got the information that 'Professor' was going to meet an apprentice nearby to explore the relics. However, they were too far away from each other, and the information about the relics was not accurate, so we didn't stop them. We didn't expect that the apprentice would bring the night watchers from the Church. "
"You didn't stop them?! You didn't stop them?!" Ilia wanted to tear Dragan into pieces and swallow him.
Knowing that he had said something wrong, Dragan lowered his head and did not dare to answer. However, in his mind, he retorted, "If we had to stop them even when they were so far away from each other, then the whole Melzer Black Forest would have to be stopped."
The east entrance of Larnaca Canyon was more than ten minutes away from the forest keeper's cabin, and the Emden relics that Professor was going to explore were in the direction of the Masol River!
Ilia said coldly, "I suspect that 'Professor' deliberately led the night watchers here. On one hand, he could get rid of the traitor, and on the other hand, he could make the night watchers suffer a great loss."
"But, didn't you tell us that the Congress of Magic is on our side this time, High Priest? Why would 'Professor' do this? "The level five priest asked confusedly.
Ilia chuckled, "Human beings are always full of infighting, and the Congress of Magic is no exception."
Then he turned around, "I'll pray to the great Master of Argent, the true God who controls the eternal silence, and see what kind of enlightenment he will give us."
All the heretics kneeled down and began to pray.
Time passed second by second. A dense black shadow emerged from Ilya's silver priest robe, shrouding the area in the deepest, darkest, and heaviest darkness.
A horrible pressure came from the darkness, and an indescribable evil voice sounded in everyone's heart, but no one could understand it.
Soon, the shadow disappeared. Ilia stood up and raised his right hand, "The great Master of Argent has enlightened me. Things have indeed changed, but under his eternal blessing, the changes will be delayed. We'll have enough time to finish what we're doing and continue to build the kingdom for the true God."
"May you walk on the ground as if you're walking in your kingdom." The other heretics were overjoyed.
Ilia continued, "The great Master of Argent has also given me a prophecy about what will happen today. 'A falling star has opened the prelude to chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The faithless who walk in light and darkness have stepped on the magnificent stage for the first time.'"
"What did the prophecy of the true God reveal?" Dragan did not understand the poetic prophecy at all.
Ilia shook his head, "Aalto was defiled by the evil gods. The existence of Sardes, the evil god's lackey, made the prophecy very vague."
In fact, Ilia, who had received the enlightenment from the Master of Argent, knew that even without Sardes, the prophecy would still be vague and full of ambiguity, because all the prophecies were like that, even the prophecy made by the legendary sorcerer who was known as the Prophet was the same.
Fate and time were always the most difficult things to see through. Every Prophet was like a blind man facing a mountain, and they could only touch part of it.
… …
Lucien slept very soundly. It was not until eight o 'clock that he was woken up by the crisp chirping of birds in the forest near the manor.
Maybe it was because the ball ended very late last night, so no one came to disturb Lucien, nor did anyone urge him to have breakfast. For the first time since he came to this world, Lucien slept in the soft velvet quilt for half an hour before he got up and did some simple grooming.
After tidying up his clothes, Lucien opened the door and walked to the main hall. As soon as he walked down the stairs, a maid greeted him, "Mr. Evans, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Milk, bread, cheese, and sausages." Lucien, who had a vigorous "exercise" last night, ordered a high-calorie breakfast.
The maid smiled very sweetly and politely, "Mr. Evans, would you like to have breakfast at the table, or would you like me to bring it to your room?"
Lucien looked into the dining room and was surprised to see Rhein cutting the steak with a knife and fork, and then putting the bloody meat into his mouth gracefully, as if he was having lunch.
Sensing Lucien's gaze, he looked up and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Lucien, Felicia's steak is very good. It's made from the rib of a calf. It's tender and juicy. Don't you want to try it?"
Lucien said to the maid, "Bring it to the table and add a steak for me, medium well."
Sitting across from Rhein, Lucien smiled, "A delicious breakfast in the morning will bring a wonderful day."
"It can also replenish the energy consumed by 'exercise.'" Rhein smiled.
A noble young man next to him laughed, but he obviously misunderstood, "Evans, Yvette is a beast."
Lucien picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak, "Albert, I sprained my ankle last night, so I didn't get up to open the door." When Phyllis was dancing, she had pointed out to Lucien this noble young man, Albert, who was also a musician.
Albert suddenly laughed, "No wonder Yvette went hunting this morning. So that's why. Lucien, you are really …" He gave a thumbs up, "Do you mind if I call you Lucien?"
"No problem." After chatting for a while while eating, Lucien saw that Rhein was about to ask the maid to clean up the plates, so he quickly asked, "Mr. Rhein, can you tell me where the dreamlike place you said you saw on your trip is?"
Rhein smiled mischievously, "Of course, I have to keep it a secret. Well, if you can hold your own concert, become a real musician, and get an invitation from other countries, I'll tell you."
Lucien begged a few more times, but Rhein still firmly refused, and then he got up and left.
At the corner, Rhein shook his head and smiled, "How can I let such a fun thing end so soon? A great musician, it's interesting to think about it. "
Albert listened to the conversation and finally couldn't help but ask, "Where is it?"
"I don't know." Lucien answered helplessly and began to think seriously about how to fulfill Rhein's request, "The concert he said must be my own work, but how can I make 'Fate' in a month or two like before? 'Fate' can be said to be an explosion of my past life experience, but if every symphony can be completed in such a short time, it's completely unreasonable. "
"Maybe I should start from the simpler ones like Serenade, Nocturne, and Etudes, and then combine them with a new symphony or sonata. In short, with 'Fate', I should have enough music for a two-hour concert in a year." Lucien roughly made a plan, "It seems that life is back on track again."
He was back to his normal but "genius" musical life. As for the identity of "Professor", Lucien did not plan to use it anymore, nor did he plan to have any contact with people in Aalto's magic circle, because after doing such a big thing, "Professor" must be hated by the Church to the core.
After all, he could get information about the Headquarters of the Magic Council from Rhein, and he would leave his magic studies to himself for the time being.
After breakfast, Lucien saw Phyllis coming downstairs sleepily. He went up to her and said hello, "Phyllis, my foot is fine now. There's something I need to deal with at home. Please allow me to leave without participating in the hunting activities."
"What happened at home?" Phyllis thought that someone came to inform Lucien.
Lucien looked embarrassed, "It's related to Her Royal Highness. Please allow me to keep it a secret."
Phyllis suddenly woke up and looked at Lucien in surprise, "Okay, I'll send a carriage to take you back."
Sitting in the carriage, Lucien signaled the coachman to go to Sir Wayne's manor first. (To be continued. 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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