Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 290: The Last Movement

Chapter 290: The Last Movement

Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion

Seeing that the corner of Mr. Evans’ mouth, chin and chest were covered with blood, the guard insisted, "Hold on there, Mr. Evans. Have you got any medical potions? I have one here. Take it. If you still don’t feel good, I’ll ask for the bishop’s help from the Golden Cathedral!"

Of course Lucien did not want the bishop to come over, so he painfully took out a bottle of healing potion and slowly drank it. Then, he waved his hand and said, "Not a problem at all. I’m also a knight. No worries. The assassin didn’t really hurt me."

Hearing that Lucien was still able to talk fine but only coughing a bit, the guard felt more relaxed. He pulled out his sword and stayed with Lucien, in case there would be another assassin coming for Mr. Evans.

The guard also reminded Lucien, "Mr. Evans, some dark powers are creepy. Although sometimes one doesn’t feel badly injured, one’s organs could be gradually corrupted or poisoned. And when it shows, it’ll be too late. Even a red-robed cardinal would not be able to do anything with it. So, Mr. Evans, you probably still want to have a bishop to check it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you. We’ll see then." Lucien pretended to be rather stubborn.

"Alright." nodded the guard.

Many people were just like this. They were afraid of death, but they were also afraid of visiting doctors or bishops. They worried that they might have some problems, but they also did not want to know what problems they had.

A while later, Alisa and Joel, followed by their guards, rushed into Lucien’s room. Seeing that Lucien was okay, they released a long sigh of relief.

"Who’s the bastard?! The bastard wanted to kill you?! You’re only a musician..." Alisa had tears in her eyes, "Wait... Did one of your competitors send the assassin?"

"Stop, Alisa. It’s impossible. No musician could afford an assassin of a grand knight level." Joel got some information from the guard, "What did you see, Evans?"

At this time, Natasha and Camil arrived. Natasha smelled the air, then she became really serious, "Lucien, did you see the assassin?"

"I saw only a figure... It felt familiar... Maybe he’s from Argent Horn." In front of other people, Lucien did not say exactly what he saw. He put the blame on Argent Horn because of what happened before.

"Argent Horn?!" Alisa’s face turned pale, and she took a step backwards. She could never forget the day when one of her fingers was cut off.

Joel’s fists tightened. His deep voice sounded extremely angry, "They’re still coming after you..."

In fact, Argent Horn really did not have anything to do with that.

After sending Joel and Alisa back to their room and dismissing all the guards, Natasha looked at Lucien and asked with a bit of a smile on her face, "So, what happened? Was there really an assassin? Or it was just part of your plan to kill the musician identity?"

"There was really an assassin. Probably a level five grand knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask," said Lucien honestly.

"Ummm... sounds familiar..."

"The night watchers’ leader, Clown," said Camil seriously. "I’ve seen him a couple of times."

A night watcher’s information was strictly sealed, and only the leaders of an inquisition or cardinals of a parish could have access to it. Night watchers called each other by their pseudonyms.

Those night watchers had been walking in the darkness for a long time, shading their faces with masks and hoods. So Natasha was not sure who Clown was, and neither did Lucien. Lucien had no idea, during the fight between Argent Horn and the Night Watch, how many night watchers actually survived and who they were.

"I see..." Lucien had mixed feelings hearing that. On one hand, he felt worried, since he knew how those night watchers would act once he became their target; On the other hand, he also felt a bit relieved, because the way Clown came over and tried to test him showed the fact that those cardinals were not part of this thing, or those cardinals could easily use divine spells to examine Lucien, say, over a feast or concert, and directly draw the conclusion.

"He’s one of the night watchers who survived that night in Melzer Black Forest," said Camil with a cold face. She totally disliked Professor.

"Now I remember..." Natasha clapped her hands.

Lucien finally realized why those night watchers were stilling tracking him. The loss he brought to the night watchers was massive.

"This can be a good thing. I was going to have someone else conduct the concert to make people know you’re sick badly. Then, after the concert, we would be able to announce your death," said Natasha. "So you won’t be checked by some red-robed cardinals who suspected you during the concert. Now, we do not need to bother."

"That’s good. Although I could suppress the power in my soul using Blessing in the Psalm Hall in front of those red-robed cardinals, in front of Sard, the Saint Cardinal, I won’t say I’m gonna be lucky. Last time when I saw him I was only an apprentice, so the difference could be ignored, but now I’m a fourth-circle. I really don’t feel secure standing in front of him..."

Natasha looked serious, "Since the Grand Cross collapsed, the Saint Cardinal never really showed up again over any events or concerts. He only attended the grand cardinal conclave once. So, you don’t need to worry. Even if he comes, you still have enough time to pretend to be sick and have someone else conduct for you."

She seemed to worry about Sard’s health condition.

Then, Natasha’s facial expression changed. Rubbing her chin, she asked surprisedly, "Wait... You said you are... a fourth-circle sorcerer?"

Because this was related to the secret of the World of Souls and Rhine, Lucien did not mention this to Natasha during their conversation.

"Sometimes great danger could awaken one’s soul potential, like what happened to me down in the sewers," explained Lucien, which was quite a good excuse.

"Good for you! You’re still two months away from turning twenty-one, but you’re already a fourth-circle! Even in the a hundred years when the Congress has been producing lots of talents, you’re one of the most outstanding ones!" Natasha felt sincerely happy for her friend, "You must have great gift in arcana, and I’m sure your future path will be even brighter."

Lucien smiled, "This is nothing compared to what you’ve achieved. I remember that when you were eighteen, you were already a grand knight, and then you’ve reached level five when you were twenty-one."

"I’m glad to hear your compliment, Lucien. But for knights, although strong willpower and knight spirit are important, the Blessing also plays a significant role. I was trained in a hard way, but my mixed Blessings helped me more at that time. So I would say that I was more proud when I became a radiant knight, which was better evidence to show my willpower," said Natasha honestly.

Lucien grinned, "There are people who are born with mixed Blessings but never manage to awaken the power."

"Sure, I’m gifted as a knight." said Natasha proudly.

Then they started to talk about their following plan.

...

In a house.

Wearing the creepy mask, Clown entered the chamber gloomily.

"Leader, what did the Arbiter say?" asked Juliana hurriedly.

Lend and Minsk also looked at Clown in a worried way.

It was totally out of Clown’s expectation that Lucien had a very precious level five extraordinary quality item and a sword of at least fourth level with him. Clown failed. What was worse was that Lucien saw him, his mask and black gloves. The inquisition soon received Natasha’s serious complaint.

Clown shook his head, "The Arbiter said it was Argent Horn pretending to be a night watcher. After all, they don’t want this to be known by more people. They want to hide it as much as possible. But the Arbiter also did not listen to me. He gave me the most sever warning. If this happens a second time, I’m gonna be put on the secret court."

"Are we giving up just like this?" Other night watchers asked, feeling rather reluctant.

Clown looked out of the window and said in a low voice, "I awakened in the darkness. Following God’s words, I became a night watcher. No matter how crazy I was, ever since I became a night watcher, I’ve been fighting against the evil. So, even if I cannot get the support from the Church, I won’t give up. I cannot just let Professor enjoy his life after killing so many of us. My belief won’t let me give up."

At first, Clown felt that Professor made him lose his face, but now, his primal belief and faith was challenged.

The other three also agreed.

Clown turned around and looked at them, "Okay. Then we’ll wait until another chance comes."

...

Lucien’s bad cough made Franz, who was helping Lucien with the lyrics using a long verse, feel very concerned.

"Shall we take a break, sir?" asked Franz. "We can continue when you feel better."

Lucien’s face was pale, but he shook his head firmly, "The last movement is almost there, and I feel the even stronger passion and inspiration coming out from my life. I don’t want to stop, and I can’t. You understand, Franz?"