The dark starry sky, surrounded by countless bright stars, Lucien stood on the main star of destiny and quietly looked at the depth that seemed to contain endless mysteries, and his ear-length black hair flew with the inexplicable wind that rolled in, staining the usual quiet and calm with a bit of wanton publicity.
Suddenly, the starry sky in front of Lucien turned scarlet, and a bright silver moon rose rapidly from it, piercing through the darkness.
Immediately after, Silvermoon transforms into Rhine in a red shirt and black coat, his massive bat wings shrouding the starry sky again.
"Your dreams are exactly the same as last time, how much do you like the starry sky, is that why you chose astral magic" Rhine smiled and teased casually, "Of course, I know that you actually deliberately hypnotized your soul and brain before going to bed, so that no secrets in your dreams will be revealed by me."
Wizards are really boring, or musicians are fun.
It's a pity, it's a pity."
In his dream, Lucien maintained a calm and strong attitude: "Mr.
Rhein, did you find anything in the clown's dream?"
Rhine laughed and said, "Of course, your request was successfully completed, and sure enough, a big man arrived before the clown died, and won over the remaining night watchmen. ” Before planning this operation, Lucien had summoned the projection of Rhine through the sigil, and asked him to project it into the dream of a dying clown tonight to see everything he saw before he died.
This is the real reason why Lucien repeatedly told Natasha to let the Joker run away.
"Is it true that the big man is Salde himself, or Cardinal Amorton," Lucien asked calmly, not complacent because he had made the right deduction.
Of course, the main reason is that this is Lucian's own half-shallow sleep and half-hypnotic dream, and he thinks that he can be as calm as he is, and he is the de facto master of dreams.
Rhine's smile slowly disappeared, and he said in a calm tone: "How did you guess that it might be Almorton" There was a hint of doubt in his calm.
"Because without Cardinal Salde's telepathic cooperation with me in this matter, it would have been difficult for Natasha to push the Church, the Inquisition, to such an embarrassing and weak position, and it would have been difficult to push the Joker to the brink of death.
Without his connivance, my plan would never have gone so smoothly.
And in the midst of this smoothness, I found that Cardinal Vera Almorton remained silent, only conveying the meaning of Salde, and really did not look like a real inquisition giant.
Based on this, I judged that she also had a problem.
Lucien told him about the other purpose behind his plan to fake his death, trying to test Salde's condition.
In many cases, the conspiracy does not necessarily need to be elaborate, but needs to be able to grasp the thoughts and desires of the opponent After the clown rashly tested himself, he changed his mind, and weaved another layer of "secret web" with the help of fake death, and then read what he wanted to see from the church's step-by-step response, and tonight's Rhine projection of the clown's dream is the final and necessary confirmation.
In this matter, even Natasha only knew part of Lucian's purpose, how could the clown guess it, so under the active inducement of one side and the cooperation and oppression on the other, he inevitably stepped into the trap.
A faint smile appeared on Rhine's handsome face: "He can't wait to take advantage of every opportunity that others can't perceive to divide the church and develop his own power, just like the saints did in the past."
Apparently he knows more about the necromantic realm than I do, so it's no wonder I'm trapped and he isn't.
However, maybe he had another encounter in it. ” "Lucien, this is a good thing for your Magical Council, if Salde is allowed to develop smoothly, maybe the Southern Church will split again in a few hundred years.
You can take this opportunity to affirm this matter in advance, which will be of great benefit to your future choice and development. ” "I don't think it's going to be divisive.
Salde was neither a fool nor a madman, and he certainly understood that if there was another split, the Southern Church would no longer be able to maintain its current oppressive situation, and that the areas under its control would be greatly reduced.
And whatever Sarde's purpose, controlling wealth and a drastic decline in the number of believers is definitely not a good thing for him.
His choice should be to lie on the great tree of the Church like a parasite and absorb its essence, and gradually grow until one day, such as when he becomes pope, the skin will take its place. ” Lucien paused and continued, "So I deduce that when Amorton subdued those Night's Watchmen, he should have used the excuse that the church was now weak and depraved, deviated from the holy scriptures, and needed to return to the right path, instead of pointing out the Pope as the embodiment of the Lord of Hell and stealing the glory of the Lord as fiercely as the saints did when they split the church.
Their path should be softer and more reform-oriented, although it has not changed substantively. ” Rhine sighed for a moment: "As the level of magic increases, Lucien, you are getting smarter, more mature, and more and more aware of the big picture.
Hey, but I still think the young boy from before is more interesting. ” Then, he told everything he saw in the Joker's dream, and finally confirmed that the Joker was dead.
Lucien breathed a sigh of relief at this time, because it was a certain risk to let the clown die and leave, and if Salde personally intervened, it was very likely to be saved, and when he became more famous in the Magic Council and ascended to the purification sequence as his original identity, it was difficult to guarantee that the crazy clown would not do anything to his relatives and friends.
Although if the Joker survives and is discovered by other Night's Watch or nobles, it is easy to expose the strangeness of the Valorit Parish, which makes Lucian deduce that Salde will not save the Joker, whether it is himself or looking for a spokesperson to come forward, he will deliberately be late for a while, but there are no absolutes, and Salde's mind is not something he can completely speculate, in case he thinks that the Joker is a talent who can be sent to other places to do secret things Therefore, after hearing Rhein's confirmation of the Joker's death, Lucien finally relieved himself, and the next thing was the funeral of the big musician who did not have to attend himself.
Woke up from the dream, the moonlight outside the window was still cold.
Lucien, who opened his eyes, thought of the grief reaction of his relatives and friends after the news of his death came out, and suddenly felt quite guilty and painful, in order to ensure the authenticity of the funeral and his own safety, he had to wait until everything was over and he was about to leave Aalto before he could reveal the fact that he was still alive to Uncle Joel and the reason for his choice.
It would have caused them to endure pain for several days, and Lucien was now a little empathetic, so his low mood completely canceled out the joy of the successful plan, and he couldn't calm down.
Since the War Gallery is Natasha's private palace and protected by Camille, Lucien gets up and walks to the window without worrying about being discovered, quietly looking at the eternal silver moon in an attempt to calm down.
"You can't sleep" is such a quiet night, and Natasha's voice is soft.
Lucien turned his head slightly to see her strolling through the moonlit garden.
Patches of violets and lilies were abnormally angry at the same time under the effect of the magic array, delicate and dreamy, and the fragrance of flowers was tangy.
"Well, when I think of Uncle Joel and Teacher Victor's reaction when they learn about my death, my mood is very confused and painful, and I want to tell them the truth tonight."
Lucien said without concealment, with a desire to talk in his heart.
Natasha beckoned Lucien to come out, and she patted the railing of the corridor next to the garden, and sat on it without a princess.
Lucien had no habit of cleanliness, so he didn't mind sitting on the railing next to Natasha and smelling a refreshing smell that made people quiet.
She doesn't like to apply all kinds of cosmetics to herself like most aristocratic ladies, and the body of the Heavenly Knight has been reduced with a lot of impurities, and the fragrance on her body is clean and pure.
"Lucien, I understand your pain, just as I did when I pretended to be sad in front of my father to make him worry.
No, it's different, he's just worried, and I'm in a bad mood, and when the day comes, your Uncle Joel's pain will be worse than worry, and you're definitely in a much, much worse mood than I was before.
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Natasha comforted Lucian and patted him on the shoulder, "However, we can't let emotions cloud our judgment, as long as we make a decision, we must firmly carry it out."
It may be cold, but the result is the best. ” "Weakness, emotion, hesitation, etc., will not save either ourselves or the people we want to protect.
Like I said before, cruelty is also a form of tenderness. ” Lucien nodded lightly: "I understand, I have always understood it, and I have done it firmly, but the pain and sentimentality in my heart will not be reduced by this, and I can only touch and bear their bites by myself." ” "So, say it, it will feel better.
It is better to do this, lest you be embarrassed and show fairness, and we exchange sad things with each other.
Natasha said righteously.
"Well, let me start by saying that this incident has made me feel very despicable, taking the best feelings of mankind as part of my own plan, ignoring the pain of my relatives and friends."
Lucien whispered.
Natasha turned to her side and sat with Lucien leaning on her back: "Being able to have such self-reproach shows that you are not despicable, and it is also for their good."
And I knew what my father and other elders wanted, but I turned a blind eye, wantonly hurt them, and did everything I wanted.
Hey, there's no reason to be good for them, what a selfish and cruel person. ” "We can't distort our own path and will because of others, some can compromise and some are destined to not give up."
Lucien didn't turn his head to look at Natasha's expression, he comforted her in a low mood, and then continued to talk.
The "professor" who is "insidious and cunning" and "cruel and ruthless" and the "sword of judgment" who is "firm and tough" and "decisive in killing" speak of all kinds of suppressed weakness and sorrow in my heart.
It wasn't until midnight that the voices of the two gradually subsided, and at the same time fell into a quiet and peaceful state of mind.
There was silence all around, and the body temperature from Natasha's back could be felt, so Lucien didn't look back and said, "Be careful of Salder." ” "Okay."
Natasha didn't ask, it was the result of what Lucien had promised.
Early in the morning, the Aalto Musicians Association.
Franz walked in with an Aalto weekly report, another report he had collected about the "Return Concert".
Under the title of an unprecedented musical extravaganza, an unparalleled symphonic peak, the first comment was: "This night was nothing short of a scuffle, and they were mad and respectful to Lucien Evans beyond imagination."
Of course, I was among them."
Franz, who was preparing for this concert, was very happy to see these compliments, because these two symphonies pushed his reverence for Mr.
Evans to the extreme, and every sentence in praise of Lucien made him happy.
Franz, who was walking and watching, suddenly noticed that the air seemed to become oppressive and solidified, so he turned around in astonishment and saw Princess Natasha slowly walking into the hall surrounded by a group of solemn soldiers, and the suppressed sadness emanated from her.
"What's going on?"
Franz thought, slightly uneasy.
To be continued: