- Take a leave of absence first, because the air conditioner is broken, and the lease expires, so I move tonight, and tomorrow morning's chapter will be made up on the weekend, sorry.

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Inside a seemingly ordinary civilian house in the Aalto Purple Lily District.

The clown leaned against the large old wardrobe and used his remaining left hand to extract a tube of potion from the Night's Watch robes with difficulty.

The clown who no longer had half of his body on the right could not even breathe, so he could only rely on the strong vitality of the great knight, and after escaping to this secret hiding place, he finally ran out of strength, and did not even have the strength to take one more step to reach the secret room, so he had to fall down against the wardrobe, trying to stabilize his injuries with healing potions.

The pure, holy liquid poured into his throat, and the clown's exposed internal organs and flesh began to squirm, but no matter how much they increased, they collapsed on their own as soon as they touched the fracture, as if there was an invisible crack there blocking all efforts to recover, allowing life to pass firmly and quickly.

"Are you going to die here?" the clown sighed in a trance, appreciating the horror of his top-notch bloodline abilities for the first time.

Kicking and kicking, a few footsteps approached, and the clown opened his eyes weakly and helplessly, and could only watch as the night watchman chased after him.

The door was pushed open, and Juliana and Lund and Minsk, who had not been assigned to the mission, entered.

Seeing that it was them, the clown raised a little hope of survival, and struggled to spit out the unwillingness in his heart word by word: "No...... I...... Killed ...... Be...... Professor...... Target...... Conspiracy. ”

I didn't think that I was cautious and cautious, but I still fell for the professor's scheme. But the most unwilling, dead and blind purpose is how to understand the purpose of the professor. It was because of the wrong purpose that I ended up like this!

What is he planning all this for?!

Juliana saw the Joker's miserable appearance, even though she was used to seeing death and killing, her eyes couldn't help but redden: "Captain, I believe you, it must be that damn professor, no matter how crazy you are, you can't kill Lucien Evans in front of Natasha." You hold on, I'll treat you!"

Although the Joker did say that he would catch or kill Lucien Evans in front of Natasha, that was with solid evidence, and now the promise seems to have come true. The premise is wrong. I have to say that it is a great irony.

After hearing Juliana's words, Lund's solemn and serious face showed a little unbearable, as if he had seen something, but he didn't stop it. Instead, as if expecting a miracle, he watched Juliana perform her magic.

A combat priest is also a priest. Juliana is no worse than others in healing magic. However, no matter whether it was performed by itself or the healing magic technique inspired by the divine artifact, after the light of different levels lit up and disappeared, it could not make the huge hideous wound heal a little, and the "invisible crack" devoured and divided everything.

"Captain Lund......" Juliana looked at Lund with tears in her eyes. Only his level here is close to the high level, and if even he can't do anything about it, then the clown will basically be declared dead.

Lund took a deep breath, restrained all kinds of weakness and sadness, and raised the long sword as calmly as ice, and a layer of calm and deep light slowly lit up on his body, and then the light merged with the strange darkness from the black gloves and stained the long sword.

He shouted, stepped forward, and slashed his sword into the Joker's wound, as if trying to cut open the invisible and twisted gap.

Eliminate the bloodline, and be able to eliminate all supernatural powers other than the true gods!

The long sword slashed at the invisible gap that isolated the clown's wound, and a series of strange fluctuations were generated, and Juliana suddenly felt that something was disappearing.

But the gap is still tenacious, and there is no absence, as if the sense of vanishing is just an illusion of everyone.

Lund still didn't give up, and a sword slashed down, stirring up a fierce strong wind, but everything still didn't change, and the clown's wriggling flesh still couldn't be healed.

"No...... Tried again...... Unless...... Lund you ...... Become a Sky Knight...... Otherwise...... Wait until I'm dead...... can't completely eliminate ......" The clown seems to have recovered a little, his funny and exaggerated smile is a pair of dark eyes, and the madness, anger, hatred, and unwillingness of the past seem to brew the most calm after the past.

"Captain, you're ......," Juliana screamed.

As a member of the team who has followed the clown for seven or eight years, she has been rescued by the clown many times in danger, and in the face of terrifying evil, the captain clown is the strongest backing of their entire team, so even if many night watchmen condemn the clown for being crazy and perverse, tyrannical and distorted, she still trusts and loves the captain.

The clown said as if he had an obsession: "It's not me...... Killed ...... It's the professor's...... Conspiracy. ”

"I know the way, captain, I know the way. If it weren't for the delay of a few people in charge of the inquisition, we would definitely arrive in time to prevent you from being framed by the professor and attacked by Natasha's rage. Juliana expressed her strong dissatisfaction with the church and the Inquisition, and although she repeatedly asked to leave as soon as possible and not to let the professor go, they continued to discuss whether this was a plot for the professor to distract the night watch from the betrayer, and wasted a lot of time before making a decision. And if it weren't for the fact that the Church and the Inquisition had previously regressed and weakened under the oppression of the aristocracy, how could everything have come to such an irreparable point?!

Lund was not included in the night watch after the Professor, and did not scramble to find a possible place for him to hide until he heard that something had happened to the Joker, and then met up with Juliana nearby.

At this time, he said the latest information: "Morning Star is dead, killed by the professor, leaving behind the 'traitor's end'. His tone was cold and full of rage, and if the professor appeared in front of him at this time, he would definitely not be able to help tearing the professor to pieces.

"Really?" the clown's anger seemed to rekindle again, and he struggled to say, "It's because the church is too depraved...... Too weak, if it's still the same as before...... That's it. How could we ...... Taught like ...... Cat teasing mice...... The same...... Teased twice ......"

"Yes, I think many people in the church have lost their devout faith, and have compromised with the nobility and the darkness under the pretext of hardship and obstacles!" "A layer of red flames erupted from the angry Minsk, and he felt a little out of his mind.

The clown's spirit became excited, and his speech was no longer as intermittent as before: "Although I have stimulated the puppet bloodline, I can't control my madness, I have committed many crimes, killed many innocent people, and because of this, I am complacent, like a real clown." But after being reformed by that ascetic. I believe in the Lord with all my heart, remember the oath of the night watch, abandon my pleasures, and am willing to live forever in darkness to guard the light and justice. Committed to fighting evil. ”

"No matter how crazy and tyrannical I am in the eyes of others. Even the ordinary family members of the evil ones are not spared. But I don't feel guilty about everything I do, it's all about eradicating evil!"

The clown seems to have bloomed with the most glorious brilliance in his life, after saying this. His breath suddenly weakened, and his eyes looked at Lund, Juliana, and Minsk: "Hope...... You guys...... No...... Forget...... Night's watchman...... Oath...... Do not ...... with darkness and evil Compromise...... No...... Let...... Professor ......"

"Yes, Captain. Juliana replied with tears in her eyes but unusually firm.

Lund, on the other hand, drew a cross on his chest with reddish eyes, and said solemnly to the clown:

"Night is coming, and I will guard it from now on until I am called by the grace of the Lord. I will forsake the other, and will dwell in darkness, and will not have a wife, nor children, nor fiefs, nor riches. I will turn away from glory and praise, and I will do my duty until I die. I am the opposite of evil, the mortal enemy of the fallen. I am the flame that resists the cold, piercing the light of darkness. I give my life and glory to the Lord to guard the darkness for Him, tonight, night and night. ”

Both Juliana and Minsk repeated the Night's Watch oath with tears: "...... I give my life and glory to the Lord to guard the darkness for Him, tonight, night and night. ”

With difficulty, the clown stretched out his left hand and drew a cross in front of his unbroken heart: "I...... Will...... Life and Glory...... Dedicated to the Lord...... For Him...... Guard...... Dark...... Tonight...... So...... Night...... So ......"

As his voice grew deeper, the clown's eyes slowly closed. His vision had drifted away, and Juliana's sad expression had blurred.

At this time, the clown was in a daze and heard crisp footsteps!

Lund was the first to react, turning his head sharply, then his eyes widened, and he said in surprise and fear: "Lord Armorton!"

At the door stood a woman wearing a red bishop's robe and a special red square hat, with long black hair and a beautiful face with a faint compassion.

"Bishop Amorton!" Minsk and Juliana were also full of shock and panic, but they didn't expect that it was the giant in charge of the Inquisition, Cardinal Vera Amerton.

Is she after the Joker?

Will she punish herself and the others as well?

Almorton walked quickly to the clown, half-crouched down and looked at it for a while before saying, "I'm a little late, the clown's soul has been cut by the sword of truth......"

As she spoke, a milky white holy light emitted from her hand slowly faded the invisible and distorted gap, but the clown's flesh and blood no longer had the previous wriggling feeling, like a mess of meat. This is a sign of depletion of life force.

"Lord Amerton?" Regarding Almorton's performance, the grieving Lund and the others noticed the abnormality, and she didn't seem to have come to capture the Joker?

Almorton half-crouched in front of the clowns, looked at them slightly, and said in a heavy tone: "The nobles are arrogant, they have forgotten the blessing of the Lord, the church is weak, and they have lost the glory of God. I think you should be well aware of this. ”

Lund and the others, who had just said these words in grief and indignation, felt the same way, but these words were almost betrayal of the Church, and they still did not dare to repeat them in front of the cardinal in charge of the Inquisition for a while.

Seeing that they were silent, Almorton turned his head to look at the clown: "You are the Lord's most loyal night watchman, and I pay you high respect on behalf of others in the church who are as dissatisfied with the status quo as I am. Whether on earth or on the heavenly mountain, we will walk with you, and the glory of the Lord will surely envelop you, and you will never be alone. ”

The clown was almost speechless, but his vague sense still erupted with intense joy.

"Lord Amorton, are you an opponent of the status quo within the Church?" Lund asked cautiously, something he had never heard of.

Almorton stood up and looked at them with pity, "Yes, would you like to join?"

Thinking of the previous powerlessness and grief, thinking of the fate of the Joker, thinking of the glory of the past, thinking of a big man like Almorton taking the lead, Lund, Juliana, and Minsk all drew crosses on their chests and said firmly: "Only the truth lasts." We will defend the glory of the Lord to the death!"

The clown's consciousness is completely blurred, as if he has fallen into a dream that will never wake up, and he clearly feels the breath of death.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to see a silver-haired man in a red shirt and black coat in his dream, holding a glass of red liquid, and laughing softly: "He really tried it......"

PS: The Night's Watch Oath is a Song of Ice and Fire, and the general framework has not changed, and this is the most impressive part of the oath that I have ever paid tribute to. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )