Throne of Magical Arcana

——Second, seek collection, recommendation, click

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In the evening, the sunlight pierced through the red clouds and shone on the quiet Adjean church square. The little sun held by the bishop had lost the bright light and was hung on his chest and turned to walk inside the church. go with.

In the middle of the square, the pretty witch in black robe has been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughs and curses seem to be still echoing, so many people can't help but tremble, looked around, and then followed the bishop and the priest They walked into the church, confessed their crimes under the Lord's attention, and prayed sincerely.

The dazzling white light seems to be still in sight, and the sacred and majestic power it contains seems to feel vaguely. Under this impact, Lucien has accepted his identity and buried all the past deeply in his heart. Dare not show the slightest difference.

"The power of magic is so powerful, I wonder if I have a chance to learn it?"

Lucien thought shockingly, without the awe that ordinary people should have. Suddenly, a huge force shot on Lucien's left shoulder, so that he could not help but fall to the left, almost standing unstable.

"Oh, my poor little Evans, you are all right, this is the blessing of the Lord. I thought you would be like your father. If you fell ill, you would never be able to stand up again. Thank the Lord. Good guys can continue to live. "

Lucien was so stunned that he was awake from shock, and saw a brown aunt with two wide feet standing beside her, wiping her tears, and shooting frequently with her right hand, which is comparable to the attack of the paw. On his shoulders.

Flashing a little, lest he be photographed vomiting blood, Lucien opened his mouth, but found that he could not say a word, because: "What should I call this aunt? It seems that my full name should be Lucien? Evans ? "

Lucien's hiding made the aunt even more sad: "Poor little Evans, you must be confused, you look at this little face, so thin you can see the bones ..."

In the nagging, Lucien was very embarrassed. He came through himself. In addition to being able to understand and speak the language here, no memory has been inherited. If he responds to the wrong words, he may be misunderstood to possess the devil. Of course, from a certain In a sense, Lucien is indeed invading the soul by the devil.

Fortunately, at this time, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat aunt and appeased: "Alyssa, little Evans was just getting better, and his spirit must be very weak. Don't quarrel him. Evan, hold on Your mother, let's go home together. "

The middle-aged man was very thin, his back slightly bowed, and he had short blonde hair with a grayish color. His time was engraved on the vicissitudes of his face and he could see the handsome young man.

But in Lucien's eyes, the middle-aged uncle was like an angel with a white halo at this time, an angel who separated himself from embarrassment and tension.

"Aunt Eliza, I'm all right, but I'm still a little dizzy." Lucien raised her words to avoid showing her feet.

The little boy Ivan who was pulling Lucien to see the burning witch half-supported his mother and made a grimace: "Brother Lucien is not the kind of coward who died after a sickness, only you still think he is needed Take care of the little ones. "

Aunt Eliza wiped her tears: "Little Evans, when I see you getting better, I'm relieved that I blame the damn, evil, witch who has gone to hell."

Supported by Ai Wen, Aunt Elisa walked forward slowly while nagging: "How quiet and beautiful she was when she just moved to the room next to you, how gentle and gentle, I still think if little John It is the gift of the Lord to marry such a girl, but she turned out to be a witch, and she went to the cemetery to steal the remains of the dead to cast evil magic. Fortunately, the glory of the Lord shined on everything. Just in the cemetery, catch her directly, or else she will be prepared for evil magic, and we will not know how many people are going to die ... "

Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, from Aunt Elisa ’s nagging, Lucien probably knew what was going on. The witch was caught by the night watchman of the church when he went to the cemetery to steal the body, and As her neighbor, she was also interrogated by the church. The middle church may have used some magical means to eliminate the true suspicion of Lucien, but also caused him to be hurt mentally or physically. , So he died of a serious illness, so he can be possessed.

Seeing that Lucien did n’t speak, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucien on the shoulder and comforted quietly: “Alisa is so nagging, just treat it as if you did n’t hear it.”

Lucien didn't know what to say, and nodded.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Alisa ’s back and sighed quietly: “Hey, Alisa was a pure and enthusiastic beautiful girl, but since she gave birth to little John, it seemed like she was cursed by the devil. In the same way, it has become what it is in just one year. "

He looks like he is full of emotion in life, his eyes are quite deep, and then he pauses: "I can't beat her anymore."

Having just crossed over, and seeing and realizing the power of divine art first, Lucien was greatly impacted and was in a state of restlessness, so he just smiled reluctantly, did not answer directly, and he did not know this uncle What to call.

Perhaps it was the uncle who was too fascinated and did not notice the control of the voice. Alissa snorted: "Joel, you are a bard full of ideals and passion. You have worked hard to find the dream of music in Aalto. The young man has not become a drunken drunk all day long. "

Joel smiled and said, "Alto is a city of chants. I don't know how many young people who pursue music dreams come every day, but how many of them can succeed? Alisa, after all, since John began to exercise, I Don't you stop drinking? "

Aunt Alisha turned her back and glared at him: "Fortunately, with the blessing of the Lord, you also know that our hopes are all on John and Elvin. If it wasn't for little John to exercise every day, how could it be picked by Sir Wien and go to his The manor conducts regular knight training, if he can stimulate the 'god of grace' in the bloodline and become a true knight, then he can be crowned as the Lord by the Duke and become a respected noble. "

Stern eyes narrowed Joel's shoulders, but Alissa quickly noticed Lucien's trance on one side: "Oh, sorry, little Evans, aunt didn't mention this thing intentionally, you are also very talented, It ’s just that I did n’t start exercising from a young age ... "

When she found herself talking more and more painful to Lucien's inner scars, Alisa closed her mouth quickly and gestured to Joel to speak with her eyes.

Joel haha ​​laughed and patted Lucien's shoulder again: "How could our little Evans be so fragile, but he wanted to inherit the man his uncle Joel musician dreamed of."

Lucian, uneasy, had no choice but to grin: "Yeah, my dream is to be a musician."

Seeing that Lucien was no different, Alisa continued to nag about all kinds of trivia, but let Lucien have a better understanding of the city she was in.

This is a large city called Aalto, near the dark mountains, the title of the city of chants, prosperity, full of opportunities.

At present, I live in the Adjean district, where Ato ’s poor people gather, and I seem to have lost my fixed job of helping to move goods in the market area due to several days of serious illness.

Soon, the four walked to the cabin where Lucien was.

Aunt Elisa wanted to invite Lucien to dinner at her house, but Lucien, who was in desperate need of quietness, politely rejected her.

As they parted, Ivan asked Lucien quietly and curiously: "Brother Lucien, when did your dream become a musician?"

"Just now." Lucien moved her mouth numbly.

Ivan made a long sigh.

Entering the house and locking the door, Lucien sat down reluctantly, his elbows on the wooden table, and his head buried deep in his elbows.

"I actually crossed!"

"And this is a world with inhuman power."

"If you are not careful, you will be tied to the torture rack and burned alive."

The emotion produced by the witch's miserable end just now broke out when no one was there. Lucian was shocked, scared and afraid.

Of course, as a guy who hasn't experienced many major events, Lucien is somewhat introverted and easily panicked when encountering things, but in the face of that huge pressure, he still kept calm and couldn't suppress it until he returned.

It has to be said that the environment and encounters are the most hardened people.

As time passed, darkness gradually fell, and Lucian also adapted to fear and calmed down. Since all had passed through, fear, fear, and fear would be of no avail, and he could only see each step carefully, this time. If you die again, you may not have the good things to cross.

Emotions recovered, suppressed the thoughts and worries of parents and friends, and just wanted to plan a life, Lucien immediately felt the hunger that was surging, and there was a fire burning in the stomach, and the saliva kept secreting.

After swallowing the saliva and filling up his stomach, Lucien stopped thinking and walked to the only crate in the room where he could store things.

In the shabby box, except for some clothes, Lucien saw two black bread-like foods, and seven brass coins shining with metallic light.

The stomach pouch had replaced Lucien's brain, he had no extra energy to think about other things, picked up a piece of black bread and gnawed it.

With a click, Lucien quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and her teeth almost collapsed. Is this bread or a stick?

After smelling it, Lucien reluctantly confirmed that it was indeed bread, but it was too hard to stun adults.

Strongly resisting hunger, Lucien turned the flint out of the crate again. After several failures, he finally lit the wood under the stove and began to bake bread properly.

"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef, kung pao chicken ..." While roasting the bread, Lucian was whispering about the food, and the saliva could not stop rising.

The dark bread was a little softer, and Lucien could not help biting it. The horrible taste was like chewing wood chips.

But Lucien ate gulpingly. While eating, he could n’t help but lament: “If you eat this kind of food every day, it ’s better to die. No, you have to make money, you must get rid of this kind of poor people. life."

"If I could learn the magic and become a bishop and priest ..." In the endless thoughts, Lucien remembered the well-dressed bishops and priests seen in front of the church, and remembered the power of the non-human and what they came from The noble status can't help but be thrilled, "But, in my case, isn't it death to go to church? I don't know if there are any other ways to gain inhuman power? Such as the divine grace?"

"If I can't get this kind of power, will the things I learn come in handy in this world?"

Stopping hunger, Lucien began to carefully analyze her own way of survival, but when she recalled what she had learned, Lucien suddenly happened, and there seemed to be something in her mind.

Upon closer inspection, Lucien couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Isn't this the books in the library? Did they follow through?"

There are books in the comprehensive library in my mind. They are not like memories, but they are like projections. A book is put in different categories for reading by Lucien.

The curious Lucien flipped through the books at random, and it happened suspiciously that most of the books could not be opened.