Throne of Magical Arcana
chapter-90

The five night watchers were standing around the body like statues. Deep silence enwrapped everyone with tremendous pressure.

In the darkness, Clown clenched his fists with rage and slowly squeezed out a word through his teeth:

"Professor…!"

Taking off the black gloves, Salvador, the Canon Holder, put his bare hands on the chest and started to pray for the twenty-five deceased night watchers. His voice sounded very solemn, "You gain when you give. You live forever after you die. Paradise is open to you."

Then Salvador pulled out his white handkerchief and tied it on his wrist, "The day that I burn Professor to death will be the day I take this off."

Following Salvador’s suit, the grand knight Lend also tied on a white handkerchief and lowered his head, "I’ll never forget this battle, my fellows. This so-called Professor will pay in blood."

"Professor is on the top of my target list," joined Juliana. Recalling the bitter battle, Juliana’s heart was still filled with fear. She suffered the pain of watching her teammates dying one by one right in front of her eyes. She remembered the desperation she experienced when her healing spells became useless when facing the dark power. Although Juliana did hate Professor to the guts, she was also subconsciously afraid of him.

"Bastard… You bloody bastard!" Clown could not hold himself back anymore, "I’ll find you and torture you. Wherever you go, whoever you are, I’ll turn your body into my puppet and I’ll have your soul gnawed by the demons, suffering in hell!" Clown never experienced such failure since he joined the Night Watch. As a level five grand knight, his confidence was ruined tonight.

The forever-smiling clown mask on his face looked rather strange and horrible in the darkness.

"It was my fault. I was so close to Professor…" Minsk put on a white handkerchief as well.

Clown slowly calmed down, then turned around to the other four night watchers, "Professor must be leaving Aalto soon. We should add Professor to our Cleansing List and search him all over the continent."

"I’m afraid that the bastard is not qualified for this," said Lend with a bit of hesitation, "After all, the names on the list were all extremely powerful. Some of them are even capable of changing the situation of the whole world. Professor… he is only a level three or four sorcerer."

The Cleansing List was shared by all the inquisitions on the continent. Every name was regarded as a great trouble to the Church and was continuously hunted by the most powerful pastors and night watchers from different inquisitions. However, the list had not changed for many years, since hunting them down was extremely difficult.

"Twenty-five night watchers died because of him," said Canon Holder seriously. "Although he’s not even of a senior rank, his cruelty and slyness should not be underestimated."

"I see." Lend nodded. "We shall make a proposal to Cardinal Amelton, then. "

"Let’s find our teammates… at least part of them," said Salvador solemnly.

...

It took Lucien a while to wipe out all the evidence, including the heretic’s body and his own torn robe, and he also cleaned himself a bit. Then he came to the other side of the manor through the woods and climbed over the tall wall of the manor.

Quietly and carefully, Lucien landed in the shadow of the three-storey house, covered by the tall, lush grass and bushes.

When Lucien stood up and was patting away the dust on his hands, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Good evening, Lucien." It was Rhine. He was only wearing a loose, dark red shirt, of which the top part was unbuttoned. His skin looked even paler than that of a noble lady in the moonlight.

"Go-good evening, Mr. Rhine." Seeing that it was Rhine, Lucien was a bit relieved, but he still remained cautious, "You’re still up?"

"So are you." Rhine’s put on a meaningful smile.

Lucien forced a smile on his face, "If I told you that I’m wandering here to enjoy the beautiful silver moon tonight, would you believe my words?"

When he was talking, Lucien lowered his head and looked at himself. Parts of his lower arms were stained by muddy water, and his shirt was crumpled out of shape. Most importantly, as he looked up, Lucien found that the silver moon was hidden by the tall stone wall.

What an excellent excuse it was!

"Yes, I believe your words, because…" Rhine shrugged his shoulders, "I’m here for the moon as well."

"Ah…?" Lucien was suddenly at a loss.

"For sure… Did you see how charming, how bright the silver moon is tonight!" Rhine raised his head and praised the stone wall standing in front of him with affection, "We are here for the same reason, aren’t we?"

"Well…" Lucien took a longer breath and became serious, "Can you tell me who you are, Mr. Rhine?" As he could not pretend he was an innocent young man anymore, Lucien decided to ask Rhine directly, and he had the feeling that Rhine held no hostility toward him.

"I’m just a bard." Rhine shook his head, "A bard who has nothing to do with the place you are longing for. And even if I tell you where it is, you are still not capable of going there."

"You can tell me now! At least I can have a more specific goal!" asked Lucien eagerly.

"My suggestion is that you should work hard and become a real musician, then you can travel to the many countries around the continent. That’ll be a great benefit to your goal." Then Rhine turned around and left.

Lucien was confused. Eager as he was, he knew that he must leave now, in case someone else showed up.

After climbing into the guest room, Lucien put the two sapphires back into his pocket and lay down.

What happened tonight already seemed like a dream to Lucien. Shutting down the brain and feeling the cozy blanket, he slowly fell into sleep.

Lucien did not know how long his sleep lasted when he was awakened by a gentle knock at the door.

"Who is that?" asked Lucien in a low voice.

"It’s me, Yvette. Do you want to take a walk with me to enjoy the fantastic silver moon tonight?" invited the noble lady in an alluring way.

Lucien was a bit choked with what Yvette just said. He was already very impressed with the moon, and it seemed like everyone wanted to take a walk in the moonlight that night.

"Well… I’m terribly sorry, Yvette. I twisted my ankle and I’m feeling sleepy." Lucien refused her directly, "Maybe next time. Thank you for asking."

Yvette slightly stamped her foot with disappointment and anger outside of Lucien’s room, "Such an idiot! I bet you’ll come to me and beg me on your own someday, Lucien!"

...

After hearing Yvette’s steps leaving, Lucien lay down again to go back to sleep.

"Lucien, look what you’ve just done! No wonder you have no girlfriend!" A female voice came from the window, "You should learn from me! I always knocked the door of Silvia’s room at midnight."

It was Princess Natasha, who was standing on the windowsill, followed by lady Camil floating in the air. With a longsword in one hand and her visor in the other hand, Natasha’s purple hair was fluttering in the wind. The central part of her white armor was dark red, which was from the blood of a dragon.

Noticing that Lucien was looking at her armor, Natasha smiled, "You like this armor, don’t you? It’s called Dragon Blood, I’m wearing it because I just came back from the battle with Argent Horn."

Pausing a bit, Natasha continued, "By the way, Lucien, would you like to take a walk in the beautiful moonlight? Hahaha…"