Purple is elegant, serene and gentle, and a family coat of arms is also engraved on the carriage, in the center is a powerful metal armor armour, which holds a silver shield, and around the arm is a circle of bright violets symbolizing nobility and elegance, and on the outside of the violet is a circle of heraldic lines in the shape of a barrier.

This is the coat of arms of the Vaorit family, which, in addition to the violet title, also has the title of "Shield of Truth".

The carriage stopped in front of the long red carpet of the Chant Hall, the guards stood on both sides, and the nobles who had just entered the Chant Hall left their seats again, and waited in the foyer to greet Archduke Valorit, led by the Count of Hain and the Count of Lafaty, while the musicians and musicians such as Victor, Rhine, and Lucien greeted them from afar in the small foyer on the other side.

The carriage door of the carriage behind opened and a tall woman in an elegant black evening dress walked down, she had long bright purple hair, and her eyebrows that were thicker than ordinary ladies flew obliquely into the sideburns, and matched with the dreamy deep purple pupils, which did not look rough, but had an atmospheric, bright feeling, coupled with a firm and straight smooth nose, not thick or thin, just the right pale red lips, she was really a stunning beauty, and compared with Sylvia who looked like a lily, she was like an angry violet.

She was the Violet Countess, Natasha.

The serious and powerful middle-aged woman that Lucien had ever seen always followed Princess Natasha and did not leave her for half a step.

Natasha was a fifth-rank knight, half a head taller than most men, and walked to the carriage in front of her with slender legs, opened the door for her father, Grand Duke Vaorit, and helped him down.

Vaorit also has long purple hair, but because he is over sixty years old, and has experienced the blow of the death of his wife and eldest son, he does not have unparalleled knightly talent like Natasha, and he only has the strength of a second-level knight until now, and he is basically forcibly promoted by the secret potions of the church and the family, so the purple is silvery, and the old man is elegant.

He is three or four points similar to Natasha, even at this age, he is a gentleman who is so handsome that a girl screams, and even more mature than other young people, but he is both a devout believer and has devoted all his feelings to his wife, and in the past ten years, there has never been a scandal.

When he was still Count Violet, the story of Archduke Valorit's love affair is a classic that has been sung by many bards, who went to the kingdom of Holm across the Stormstorm Channel, and fell in love at first sight with the king's princess, the only daughter, and then overcame countless evil obstacles to finally become an enviable companion.

With Natasha's support, Grand Duke Vaorit slowly walked from the carriage to the red carpet, while looking at the hall of sacred and solemn chants that had not changed much since he could remember, while thinking about his own life, thinking about it, he looked sideways at his daughter, and now his only trouble and worry was her, she made herself proud, and all kinds of things that made her unacceptable and bitter smile, and her personality was stronger than that of men.

The foyer was in front of him, and Grand Duke Vaorit restrained his thoughts, maintained a majestic and kind smile, and greeted the nobles who were loyal to his family, such as the Count of Hayne and the Count of La Fatti, and Natasha always smiled and nodded, as if she was at ease with this social etiquette, but also seemed to be alienated from the whole communication, until she saw Sylvia in the small foyer, and she smiled perfectly, and bowed slightly with the gentleman's etiquette of touching her chest with her right hand.

Seeing this scene, Lucien suddenly felt a little strange, with his knowledge of reading "group books", the performance between Natasha and Sylvia just now seemed, probably, probably: "It's too wasteful...... right" Although he didn't think that he would have entanglements with them, Lucien was sorry for other men.

After the Earl of Hain finished the knightly etiquette to his loyal lord, he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, let's go in, otherwise with us old fellows, the young people will not be able to relax themselves." ”

His son, Viscount Harrington, a handsome man like a ball of fire, is talking to Princess Natasha, and the concert in the Chant Hall is important for the nobles who love music, but the communication before the concert is no less important.

Archduke Vaorit glanced at Viscount Harrington with a hint of pity and expectation, and then shook his head: "Wait a minute, Cardinal Salde will also come to the concert this time." ”

Count La Fatty, who had short blond hair and a hood, and the others suddenly became quiet, and the presiding officer of the church in the Duchy of Vaorit, Bishop Salde, a member of the College of Cardinals, and Cardinal Salde, who has been living a semi-reclusive life, will also come to the concert?

Is this really that serious? Isn't it some low-level magician, black knight, cultist petty bastard?

Before they could ask, a simple carriage with only the emblem of truth engraved on the carriage, under the control of two knights wearing silver full-body armor but not bulky, slowly drove to the door of the chant hall, and then under the support of the knights, an old man wearing a white robe, a white soft hat, and all white hair walked out, he looked ordinary, kind and kind like the old grandfather next door.

Seeing Cardinal Salde walking steadily, the nobles all had a thought: "Cardinal can't see that he is a strong man who is more than two hundred years old. ”

And in the small foyer, with the appearance of Salde, Lucien's spiritual power imprisoned in his body by the anti-magic array suddenly felt a burst of warmth, like the illumination of holy light.

"His soul has reached such a terrifying level?!" Lucien was slightly surprised, knowing that he was arranged in the chant hall, before he came, he hid the ice and snow avenger in the laboratory, and has been constricting his spiritual power, successfully passed the inspection of the guards, and appreciated the horror of the anti-magic array, which is the feeling that his spiritual power cannot be detected at all, and he cannot cast spells at all.

As for Salde, since there were very few people in Aalto who did not know the Dao, Lucien had also heard of him and understood that he was a Holy Spirit priest, a powerhouse in the so-called legendary realm of this world, and a group of people who stood at the pinnacle of the world.

There are not many such figures in the Church of Truth, it is said that among all the cardinals, only more than a dozen are Holy Spirit priests, even if you add some of the heads of the knights of the church, the giants of the Inquisition, the leaders of the ascetics, etc., according to the rumors Lucien heard, it should not be more than thirty.

When Lucien lamented the strength of Cardinal Salde, Rhine beside him clasped his hands tightly to his body, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was afraid of being burned by the invisible light.

His performance was very clear under the secret observation of Lucien, who had long suspected that he had a problem, and when Lucian was about to withdraw his gaze, Rhine seemed to have sensed something, his head turned, and his gaze suddenly made contact with Lucian's gaze.

Lucien did not panic, but looked at Rhine generously, and the corners of Rhine's mouth curled up with a faint smile.

Naturally, the two of them withdrew their gaze and looked at Cardinal Salde, who had already reached the foyer.

Grand Duke Vaorit stepped forward, took Salde's right hand, bent his knee slightly, and kissed it with knightly etiquette: "But the truth endures." ”

This is not a flattery to Salder, but a tribute to the divine right of the kingship on such occasions.

Salde lifted Archduke Vaorit up: "Your Majesty, I'm glad to see that you're still so healthy, and I'm glad to see that our lovely little Natasha is becoming more and more chivalrous. ”

The two of them supported each other and walked towards the chant hall, Natasha was slightly half a step behind, holding Thalde's arm on the other side, while the other nobles walked behind in strict order according to their respective titles and the relationship between their respective lords.

Seeing the nobles entering the chant hall, Victor smiled and said to Rhine: "It's time for us to go backstage and prepare, Lucian, you are waiting here for your friends, take them to the small grandstand on the west side of the hall." ”

Most of Lot's and Herodotus' friends were nobles, and they didn't want to go to the grandstand and lose the opportunity to socialize, and even more so Phyllis, her uncle and her cousins were all noble, powerful, and powerful figures, and they were the objects of favor and revolving in this kind of social occasion. Looking at their backs, Phyllis sighed slightly and walked in with Victor and the others.

Outside the small foyer, only Ace and Lucien, the butlers, stood here, one was a relative waiting for Victor, and the other was a friend waiting for him.

It didn't take long for Lucien to see a carriage that seemed to be too crushed to move towards him, and Evan in a cute little dress jumped down from it, and then John, who had not been seen for a long time, looked even more tall and handsome after putting on the dress, and his blonde hair was very dazzling in the light.

Evan helped Joel, John helped Alisa, who was about to burst the dress, out of the carriage, Lucien quickly greeted him, and gave John a punch in the shoulder with a smile: "I thought you wouldn't come." ”

John smiled and replied with a punch on Lucian's shoulder: "Lucian, I will definitely come to listen to the first performance of your music." ”

Then he gave Lucien a knightly hug: "Good news for you, my strength has been raised to the level of a high-ranking knight squire. ”

"It's really good things that come one after another. Lucien led them into the little foyer, and at this time Elena also came in a carriage, and the tight pale yellow dress outlined her slender figure, and her deliberately dressed appearance, although not as beautiful as Sylvia and Natasha, was as pure and beautiful as an angel.

Joel glanced at Lucien and said with a smile: "Little Evans, you have kidnapped a nice girl, little John has not even touched the girl's hand." ”

John, who said this with a calm temperament, couldn't help blushing, it seems that he is indeed just a rookie in this regard. Of course, Lucien too, whether in a past life or in this life.

"No, just friends. Lucien embarrassedly explained that his current goal was magic, knowledge, and the Magic Council.

Lucien then led them from the small foyer into the small grandstand on the west side, which was far from the hall and had only twenty seats.

............

After the nobles of the count and above had taken their seats in the well-placed box, the Grand Duke of Vaorit asked the Bishop of Salde beside him, "Your Excellency, has the matter of Baron Laurent come to fruition this time?"

Although the city guards and the Duchy's intelligence services are also investigating, they are certainly not as good as the Inquisition and the high-ranking priests who claim to be able to receive revelations from the God of Truth.

Bishop Salde watched the band appear kindly and said unconcernedly: "It should be the sect of the Duke of Hell, his predecessor was sealed somewhere in the Dark Mountains by the Ancient Magic Empire, and he has been trying to find him and then absorb him. ”

"However, in such a situation, he should be more secretive. Natasha asked, confused, "And the magician intervened." ”

Salde nodded: "The Lord revealed to me that there are indeed other conspiracies, so I am still judging by synthesizing the news of other countries and the documents of the ancient Hilvanus Magic Empire. As for those magicians, they are just a few apprentices and a mysterious 'professor' from the headquarters of the Magic Council, but he is not strong, and his strength is only three or four rings, so there is no need to worry too much. ”

"From the headquarters of the Magical Council?" asked Archduke Vaorit and Natasha at the same time, their expressions equally strange.

See the latest chapters with the fastest updates.

Coｍ