Throne of Magical Arcana

The clown who thought that Lucien Evans had a close relationship with the professor from the very beginning, before rushing to No. 116, Jisu District, considered the possibility of the two teaming up to frame him, such as letting Lucien Evans pretend to be himself The appearance of being seriously injured, and then Natasha, Camille, or people from the Principality's intelligence department witnessed and stopped all of this just right, and killed or captured themselves.

But after careful scrutiny, the clown found that if he framed himself in this way, the loophole would be relatively large. If you kill yourself on the spot, those who sympathize with you in the referee will definitely not accept the conclusion casually, and at least conduct a strict questioning and verification of Lucien, which is absolutely nothing to Lucien who has many doubts and has a close relationship with the professor good thing.

Natasha could not forcefully oppose the church's reasonable request, and other nobles would not support it either. In the relationship between the church and the nobles, both sides have a certain bottom line, and no one will cross it arbitrarily, and the church occupies a strong position. status.

But if you just design a trap to capture yourself, as long as you don't die on the spot, you have a great chance of turning over. How was Lucien injured? What about the marks of injury? Does it match the characteristics of your own blood? I came here to track down the professor, and this matter can be confirmed by the "sage" Viscount Klein, so why did Lucien go to No. 116, Jisu District, in the middle of the night while he was recuperating?

The most important thing is that this time, with a clear conscience, I can directly ask the church to use magic methods such as interrogation and lie detection, through which I can completely prove my innocence!

But Lucien Evans died in such a strange way, which was completely beyond the clown's imagination. The picture of falling like an angel with broken wings was frozen in his mind, watching the scene of "blooming" like fireworks, he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

At this moment, he believed that Lucien Evans was really dead, because if he used the temporarily deformed corpse as a disguise to frame him, then unless he never appeared again, he would never appear as the great musician Lucien Evans again. The identity appears, otherwise it is useless at all, killing oneself by mistake will make the church suspect that there is a problem, and it must be strictly questioned.

After a brief absence, the eyes exposed on the clown's funny mask suddenly shrank into two needles.

He saw Natasha standing there in a daze in mid-air. She was wearing a gorgeous purple court dress, her figure was slim and fit, her legs were slender and straight, her eyes were shining brightly, her lips were vermilion and pink. Delicate and beautiful, like a noble lady who meets her lover in the middle of the night.

Of course, at this time Natasha's gaze had been completely frozen, as if she had lost her soul looking at the blooming "fireworks" of flesh and blood.

escape! escape! escape!

These are all the thoughts that flashed through the clown's mind, absolutely don't stay in front of a woman who has witnessed the dismemberment of her closest lover, especially when this woman has extremely powerful destructive power!

At this moment, she can't be reasonable at all!

Under the danger, the clown exploded with all his potential, and there seemed to be invisible thin black lines rising in the surrounding air. And he stepped on and grabbed these thin threads, and fled to the edge of the woods behind the villa in two or three strokes.

But at this moment, he heard a roar full of anger and sorrow, or closer to a whine, and the nearby ground and air seemed to tremble.

"Not good!" The clown rushed into the woods, but a sword light stained with silver gray cut through everything and slashed towards his back.

The sword light quickly turned into an invisible, distorted and weird gap, which disappeared in a short distance, and the layers of magic light and magic item light shining on the clown were cut apart like ordinary paper.

The clown's body suddenly twisted, turning into a toy doll that seemed to be wrapped in thin black threads.

The thin lines were broken one by one, and a gap that almost divided it in half appeared on the black doll.

Immediately afterwards, the clown returned to its original state, but the right half of its body separated from its torso and fell to the ground, with internal organs, blood, etc. splashing all over the sky.

The clown's mind began to blur, but he knew that there should be no pause. If he wanted to escape from a sky knight, and a sky knight with top blood, he had to seize every tiny opportunity.

Since Natasha failed to kill herself with the first sword, then she still has hope!

The strong will allowed the clown to endure severe pain and injuries that could paralyze most bishops. He ran at a speed that did not slow down, escaping secretly in the dark woods. Inside an invisible membrane, no more spillage, leaving no trace.

Although he knows that if Natasha strikes again, it is absolutely impossible for him to dodge it, and Natasha suddenly forgets that the possibility of him not attacking is almost zero, but no matter how small the hope is, he must fight for it. give up in despair!

Even though I hate Lucien Evans very much, the spirit of never giving up in his music should be possessed by every knight!

A miracle seemed to happen, until the clown disappeared into the darkness, and Natasha's second sword did not come out.

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"Waldo, are you going to stop me?" Natasha held a silver and dull long sword in her hand, her eyes were cold and terrifying.

Under the oppression of the invisible momentum, Valdo, the "practitioner" of the Violet Tribunal, had his hair fluttering wildly, but he still stood still in front of Natasha, calmly said: "Your Highness, I have sent the night watchman I'm going to capture the clown. Before the matter is clear, I think it's best to save his life. Just now, what happened?"

Since the clown was carefully inspecting each room, when Natasha slashed at him with a sword, Waldo the Agent rushed to the scene. Being more sympathetic to the clown himself, he naturally prevented Natasha's second attack, so as not to be "killed and silenced" by her.

In the distance, Camille, who seemed afraid of disturbing something before, flew over at this time.

"The clown killed Lucien." Natasha replied as if suppressing infinite anger, her silver-purple eyes became indifferent.

"What?!" All the night watchmen, including Waldor, exclaimed.

Juliana, who had just rushed to the back of the villa and was about to "hunt" the clown, staggered and almost fell, her face turned extremely pale.

The great musician Lucien Evans actually died? !

Like the clown, they did not expect this possibility at all!

Natasha seemed to have given up on chasing the clown, and handed the matter back to the night watchman. She closed her eyes and said, "I saw Lucien die in front of me with my own eyes, and the clown was beside me."

Her tone was desolate and desolate, with a strong sense of sadness.

Seeing that there was no complete piece of flesh and blood on the lawn in front of the villa, Valdo took a breath quietly. As the Violet countess, she had a close relationship with the two of them. Since she said that she saw Lucien Evans die with her own eyes, then It's impossible for another living great musician to appear in a few days, but judging by his technique and distinguishing motives, he might really be a clown!

"Your Highness, I can understand your feelings. Please don't be too sad. I don't think Mr. Evans wants you to forget your happiness." Waldo drew a cross on his chest, "He is so outstanding, so outstanding that The Lord called him early and let him continue to create music in Paradise Mountain."

After a few words of comfort, Waldo's expression became solemn: "However, Your Royal Highness, now I need to ask you some questions and check whether the blood belongs to Mr. Evans. This is not doubting you, but a normal referee procedure. I hope you understand."

Before Natasha nodded, Waldo was cautious and vigilant, fearing that she would suddenly lose her mind. Although they are both at the sixth level, but she is of the top bloodline, and she is in the midst of extreme grief and anger, so she may not be able to resist it.

After a few seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes, the silver-purple pupils were cold and deep: "Mr. Waldo, you can ask."

As expected of Her Royal Highness, who is more masculine than many men, Valdo admired Natasha very much at this time. While ordering the night watchmen who did not chase after the clown to check the blood, he asked in a deliberate tone, "Your Highness, why did you arrive in the middle of the night? Come here? Isn't Mr. Evans still resting? Even if you are in the middle of the night, ahem, you can still choose Sir John's villa where Mr. Evans is currently living. "

Natasha suddenly showed a faint smile, beautiful and beautiful: "This is the place where he lived before. In the piano room of that bedroom, he played the first movement of Moonlight for me, and said to me, When you look at the moonlight, you think of him... so we want to be here tonight to reminisce about the old days."

After speaking, Natasha covered her mouth as if she was afraid of crying.

Waldo, who subconsciously recalled countless erotic scenes, scolded himself, how could he think about these without sympathy and kindness at such a time?

"Your Highness, I understand." Waldo nodded slightly.

After he asked a few more questions, a bishop-level night watchman flew up and whispered in his ear: "The blood of Moonlight is indeed the blood of Lucien Evans."

"Mr. Waldo, the clown was hit by my sword with all my strength, and he should not survive an hour. I hope you can find him soon." Natasha told the real reason why she didn't chase the clown.

Suddenly, she turned her eyes and saw something like an iron ring on the lawn, so she flew down and picked it up, with a gentle, sweet, sad and gloomy expression.

"This is exactly the same as the first movement of "Moonlight". I didn't expect to see such a feminine side of Her Royal Highness. It is indeed Violet's Violet." Waldo and many night watchmen who love music spontaneously came up with this idea. A stunning woman who is usually tough, majestic and heroic suddenly shows this expression. In sharp contrast, it makes people feel beautiful, sad but dreamy.

As for what that iron ring is, Waldor knows very well, it is the destroyed Holm crown ring, a relic of Natasha's mother, and now it seems that it is also a token of love.

"Your Highness, please don't be too sad. This matter is our fault, we failed to catch the clown in time." Waldo comforted again.

Natasha shook her head: "It has nothing to do with you. You have already decided to execute the clown before. He ran away cunningly. Well, it has nothing to do with the church."

Hearing what Natasha understood, Valdor nodded with satisfaction and relaxation. What he was most afraid of was that this matter would create an irreparable gap between the church and Natasha, the future ruler of Viorit: " Your Royal Highness, you are truly a devout believer and a wise lord."

When Waldo and the others began to inspect the villa and its surroundings, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. The previous "love words" made her feel weird, a little too strong to vomit, and a little inexplicable.

But the main reason she was relieved was that Waldo had no doubts, and things were moving in the direction she wanted.

As a devout believer, Natasha does not have the slightest psychological barrier to attack the church occasionally to protect her good friends and maintain the status of the nobles, but she wants to use the things she and Lucien planned to severely damage the church It is not what I am willing to do to destroy its prestige, destroy its relationship with the nobles, and destroy its image in people's minds.

"I hope Lucien can understand that everyone has their own persistence and bottom line."

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In a villa, a middle-aged man wearing a black hooded robe sat on an armchair with his eyes dimmed.

"I didn't expect that Chen Xing, who has always been taciturn, turned out to be a traitor." The sage looked pale and weak, and seemed to have lost a lot of blood.

When observing the reaction of each apprentice to the news from the headquarters of the Magic Council, he had already probably figured it out.

The professor in front of him was still covered in a black robe, and then he stretched out his hand and wrote a few words on Chen Xing's body with his blood:

"The End of the Betrayer."

"professor."

The sage couldn't understand the professor's actions: "Mr. Professor, why did you leave the corpse, epigrams, and code names? Wouldn't it be better to let the morning star disappear, and push everything to the clown and the church?"

"Now this will focus the hate and attention on you."

"In order to deter other traitors." Lucien smiled, and whispered in his heart, "She has helped me so much, how can I make her difficult."