Perhaps, the Boeing Blue, where scholars gather, is the best place for Luciana? Looking at Lucianna's fawn-like pleading eyes, Wendill's heart softened, and he did have the urge to relax for a moment, but he quickly dispelled it - at his age, he was used to dealing with things with reason rather than blood. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Lucy, you're the daughter of Lord Justes after all, and there are many things that don't go your way. Don't make it too difficult for everyone. Wendiel sighed and said, he stood up, unable to bear to look into the girl's disappointed eyes, "Although I have always doted on you, I can't bury a hidden danger for the empire for your momentary willfulness, don't mention this matter in the future." ”

Wendier turned around and went out, and behind him, Luciana's voice caught up: "Grandpa Wendill, since I am my father's daughter, will one day I also be used as a bargaining chip in political transactions?" At that time, will you be the same as you are today, in order not to bury hidden dangers for the empire, not to embarrass everyone, and not to respect my wishes? ”

Wendill's heart shuddered, Luciana's calm voice was like a knife in his back, he turned his head with some difficulty, and met Luciana's bright gaze, he opened his mouth, and found that he did not know how to answer. He was silent for a long time and said, "These are two different things. ”

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The door was slammed shut by Wendill, and the room was calm again, except for air, light, dust, ink, and Lucianna in the middle. She listened intently to Wendill's deteriorating footsteps, and when she was sure that the old man was gone, she carefully pulled out three yellowed parchments from the pages of the Bulletin History of Cubax beside her, two of which were filled with dense fly-headed small letters, and the third had only a few lines of hurried and scribbled. Luciana carefully stacked them together and let out a long breath. Although the Empire was open and did not list Madigan's works as banned as other countries, Luciana would not easily expose these three pieces of parchment to the high priest of the Goddess of Creation Sect, which was after all the manuscript of the Great Prophet during his lifetime, and the fundamental reason why she wanted to go to Livingston in every possible way. In case Wendier sees the clues, what awaits her must be uninterrupted interrogation, and she will not give up until she reveals the ins and outs of the manuscript!

Luciana tapped her forehead softly—her usual way of gathering her thoughts, and the first parchment was the same as a manuscript circulating in the Empire, telling the story of the changes in Pande's empire, and then ending with the change of the Imperial Rites of 354. "As if the drops of water flowed into the river / Mars threw itself into the flames / The demon who escaped from the cage closed his eyes and fell asleep / Didn't hear the whisper of fate beside him / Look, / Sleeping in the silence / Is it the embodiment of the hero / Or is it the representative of hell / On this day / The prophecy has come true - is it that Alaric the Noisy and the death row prisoner have actually managed to escape from Yanos?" She muttered to herself, picking up a second piece of parchment, the contents of which were not included in any of the manuscripts, "In the name of order / Beads of blood roll on the black wings of angels / The swift knife of the madman cuts through the dark frenzy...... How can this be solved? ”

Luciana sighed in anguish, and although she could vaguely deduce that the contents of the parchment were related to Sarion, she did not have much access to information—she was not involved in military affairs, nor had access to classified information; There are no good friends who can share some hearsay with her; As for the tavern, where the rumors are rampant, it is a place where she will definitely not set foot in it. Luciana looked at the third piece of parchment and whispered: "The flame that changed the world burns slowly in the snowfield / The falcon returns in the wind and snow / Sonata with the dragon ensemble / Pushed to the climax by the cacophony!" ”

Snow, Dragons and Falcons...... Livingston, you have to go! Luciana made up her mind, got up and threw herself on the desk, grabbed the quill, scribbled it in ink, and wrote hard. She drafted a Creation Mandate, and those who held it were directly protected by the Cult of the Goddess of Creation, and could move unhindered within the Empire, and could even recruit mercenaries of the Order in the villages around Issos for free, which was better than the pass issued by the Archon himself. Luciana completed the forgery of the entire power of attorney almost in one go, and then signed the name of Priest Wendir vividly at the end, smiling with satisfaction. The mercenaries of the Goddess of Creation Order are different from those adventurers on Pander who are mixed with the mercenary union, vulgar and may fight against each other at any time, their quality is definitely not inferior to the regular army of the Empire, they are both devout believers and strict soldiers.

She wrote another letter to the Archon Justes, which was very brief and extremely maverick: "Father, I am gone. As for how and where to go, I think Grandpa Wendier will tell you, anyway, by the time you and Grandpa Wendier find out about this letter, I may have run far, far. She wrote four "far away" in one breath, thought for a moment, and added, "The mercenaries I borrowed from the Order will be returned." When she had finished writing this sentence, she put down her pen, got up briskly, went out of the door, and called out to a maid: "Go and buy some black cloth from the street." ”

The maid saw that Luciana was a little surprised, and then blinked puzzled: "Miss, what are you doing with black cloth?" ”

"Buying cloth must be to make clothes, go and come back quickly." Luciana waved her hand, turned back to her room, and rummaged through the stacks of books for a long time, until she finally found the head of a heavy black spear of the Holy Sepulchre, as well as a richly decorated noble handguard sword. It was a gift from Leddy on her twelfth birthday for self-defense, and despite the criticism of her archon-father Archon, Luciana spent four years learning basic self-defense skills among the Empire's most elite anti-cavalry infantry. The Grave Keeper once regretted that if Luciana could devote half of her energy to practicing her martial arts - while maintaining a healthy routine - she would at least be a quasi-first-class warrior in the future.

Luciana took the tip of the spear in her hand and slid it, and it didn't take long for her forearm to start sore, and she knew that she couldn't take the black spear with her, and the handguard sword was too small. It was specially made by Leddy for twelve-year-old little Luciana, and the blade was light and thin, with only the back half of the blade, and it was easy to chop a scarecrow or a stake in leather armor, and it could not be expected to cut through iron armor. What's more, Luciana is now a big girl, and this handguard sword is no different from a long dagger with bells and whistles in her hand. But better than nothing, it's never a bad thing to have a weapon to defend yourself on a long journey. Luciana thought about it and put the handguard sword on the table.

The maid bought the black cloth back, and Luciana locked the door, and cut and cut the black cloth alone, her technique was very rusty and slow, like a step-by-step apprentice, but no apprentice would be as meticulous and flawless as Luciana, and even the most demanding referee could not find fault with the steps. Three hours later, a nightwear was born in Luciana's hands, and she also made herself a face mask by the way. If the Archon Justus were here, his eyes would bulge in shock: is this still the same Luciana who is preoccupied with reading and language learning?

The next thing is to wait for midnight...... The sunlight shining in from the window gradually painted the gentle glow of dusk, and Luciana began to pack her bags.