- The second update, ask for collections, ask for recommendations, and ask for clicks

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In the evening, the sun pierced through the crimson clouds and shone on the quiet square of Adjean's church, and the little sun held in the bishop's hand, which had lost its bright brilliance, hung on his chest and turned and walked into the church.

In the center of the square, the rather beautiful black-robed witch had been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughter and curses seemed to be still echoing, so that many people couldn't help but shudder, looked around, and then followed the bishops and priests into the church, repenting of their sins under the attention of the Lord, and praying sincerely.

The dazzling white light seemed to be still in front of him, and the sacred and majestic power it contained seemed to be vaguely felt, and Lucien had accepted his identity under this impact, burying everything in the past deep in his heart, not daring to show the slightest abnormality.

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

Lucien thought in shock both physically and mentally, there was no awe that ordinary people should have, and suddenly, a huge force slapped on Lucian's left shoulder, and he involuntarily fell to the left, almost standing unsteadily.

"Oh, my poor little Evans, you're all right, it's all the Lord's blessing, I thought you would be like your father, who fell ill and never got up again, thank the Lord for keeping such a good fellow alive. ”

Lucien had already recovered from the shock when he was slapped like this, and saw a brown-haired aunt two feet wide standing next to him, wiping tears from her eyes while frequently patting her shoulder with her right hand comparable to a bear's paw attack.

Dodging a little, lest he be slapped and vomiting blood, Lucien opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word, because: "What should I call this aunt?" It seems that my full name should be Lucian Evans?"

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

In the chatter, Lucien was extremely embarrassed, and he crossed over, except for being able to understand and speak the language here, no memory was inherited, and if he dealt with it wrongly, he was likely to be mistaken for possessed by the devil, of course, in a sense, the current Lucien was indeed invaded by the devil and his soul.

Fortunately, at this moment, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat aunt and comforted: "Alisa, little Evans is just fine, his spirit must be very weak, don't quarrel with him." Aivan, hold on to your mother, and we'll go home together. ”

This middle-aged man is very thin, with a slightly arched back, short blond hair that is slightly gray, and his face has been engraved by time and the vicissitudes of life can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth.

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

"Aunt Elisa, I'm all right, but I'm still a little dizzy. Lucien gathered the words so as not to show his feet.

The little boy who pulled Lucien to see the witch burner, Evan half-supported his mother, grimacing: "Brother Lucien is not the kind of coward who dies after being sick once, only you still think he needs to be taken care of." ”

Aunt Alyssa wiped her tears: "Little Evans, I am relieved to see you getting better, and I blame the damned, evil, witch who has gone to hell." ”

Supported by Aiwen, Aunt Alisa nagged while slowly walking forward: " How quiet and beautiful she was when she first moved to the room next to you, how gentle and elegant, and I thought that if little John could marry such a girl, it would be a gift from the Lord, 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, but fortunately, the glory of the Lord shone through everything, and the night watchman of the Inquisition was in the cemetery at that time, and caught her directly, otherwise she prepared evil magic, and we in Adjan District did not know how many people would die......"

Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, from Aunt Elisa's nagging, Lucien probably knew what happened, the witch was caught by the church's night watchman when she went to the cemetery to steal the body, and she, as her neighbor, was also found by the church for interrogation, and the middle church may have used some magical means to eliminate the suspicion of the real Lucien, but also let him be mentally or physically hurt, so he got a serious illness and died, so he could possess himself.

Seeing that Lucien didn't speak, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucien's shoulder and whispered comfort: "Alyssa is nagging like this, you just don't hear it." ”

Lucien didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Alisa's back and sighed quietly: "Hey, Elisa was a pure and passionate beautiful girl back then, but since she gave birth to Little John, it was like being cursed by the devil, and she became what she is now in just one year." ”

He looked like he was full of life emotion, his eyes were quite profound, and then he paused: "I can't beat her anymore." ”

As soon as he crossed over, and saw and experienced the power of the magic with his own eyes, Lucien was greatly shocked and was in a state of unrest, so he just smiled reluctantly and did not answer directly, and he didn't know what to call this uncle.

Perhaps the uncle was too absorbed in his memories to notice the control of his voice, and Elisa snorted: "Joel, you ideal and passionate bard, the young man who went to Aalto to pursue his musical dreams, has not also become a drunkard who gets drunk all day long. ”

Joel smirked, "Aalto is the city of chants, and there are so many young people who come every day to pursue their musical dreams, but how many of them can succeed?

Aunt Elisa glared back at him, "Fortunately, with the blessing of the Lord, you also know that our hope is in John and Aven." If it weren't for Little John's daily exercise, how could he have been selected by Sir Vane to go to his manor for formal knightly training, if he could stimulate the 'divine grace' in his bloodline and become a real knight, then he could be knighted by the Grand Duke and become a respected nobleman. ”

The stern gaze made Joel shrink his shoulders, but Alyssa quickly noticed Lucien's trance on the side: "Oh, I'm sorry, little Evans, Auntie didn't mean to bring it up, you're also very talented, it's just, you just haven't been exercising since you were a child......"

Realizing that the more she spoke, the more it touched the scars in Lucian's heart, Alyssa hurriedly closed her mouth and motioned for Joel to speak with her eyes.

Joel Ha smiled and patted Lucien on the shoulder again: "How can our little Evans be so vulnerable, he is the man who wants to inherit his Uncle Joel's dream of being a musician." ”

Lucien, who was in turmoil, had no choice but to grin: "Yes, my dream is to become a musician." ”

Seeing that Lucien was fine, Elisa continued to nag about all kinds of trivial matters, which gave Lucian a better understanding of the city he was in.

It was a great city called Aalto, near the Dark Mountains, with the title of the City of Psalms, prosperous and full of opportunities.

He currently lives in the Adeljan district, a slum gathering place in Aalto, and seems to have lost his regular job as a hand-to-hand worker in the market area because of a serious illness for a few days.

Soon, the four of them walked to the hut where Lucien was.

Aunt Elisa wanted to invite Lucien to her house for dinner, but Lucian, who was desperate for quiet, politely declined.

When they parted, Evan quietly and curiously asked Lucien, "Brother Lucian, when did you dream of becoming a musician?"

"Just now. Lucien moved his mouth numbly.

Evan let out a long sigh.

Once inside the house and locking the door, Lucien sat down with his elbows resting on the wooden table and his head buried deep in his elbows.

"I actually crossed over!"

"And it's also this kind of world realm with non-human power. ”

"If you're not careful, you'll be burned alive at the stake. ”

The emotions that arose just now after witnessing the witch's miserable fate finally erupted when no one was around, and Lucien was shocked, frightened, and afraid.

Of course, as a guy who hasn't experienced much of a big thing, although Lucien is a little introverted and easy to panic when he encounters things, he still keeps his calm in the face of that huge pressure, and he can't suppress it until he comes back.

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

As time went by, the darkness gradually came, and Lucien also adapted to the fear and calmed down, since they had all crossed, no matter how frightened, worried, and afraid, it would be useless, and they could only cautiously see one step at a time, and if they died again this time, there might not be any better things to cross.

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

Swallowing his saliva and filling his stomach was a priority, Lucien interrupted his thoughts and walked to the only crate in the room where he could store his belongings.

In the worn-out chest, in addition to some clothing, Lucien saw two black bread-like foods, and seven brass coins that shimmered with metal.

The stomach pouch had replaced Lucian's brain, and he didn't have the energy to think about anything else, so he picked up a loaf of black bread and nibbled on it.

With a click, Lucien hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, and his teeth almost collapsed, is this bread or a stick?

Sniffing, Lucien was vaguely sure that it was indeed bread, but hard enough to stun an adult.

Fighting back his hunger, Lucien took the flint out of the crate and, after a few failed attempts, finally set the wood under the stove on fire and began to bake the bread in a proper manner.

"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef, kung pao chicken......" While baking bread, Lucien couldn't stop salivating while muttering about the food.

The black bread was a little softer, and Lucien couldn't help but gnaw on it, and the terrible taste was like chewing sawdust.

But Lucien still devoured it, and while eating, he couldn't help but lament: "If you eat such food every day, it is better to die, no, you must earn money, you must get rid of this poor life." ”

"If only I could learn the art of God and become a bishop and ......a priest," Lucien thought of the well-dressed bishops and priests he had seen in front of the church, and remembered the inhuman strength and the noble status they had derived from it, and couldn't help but feel excited, "But, in my situation, wouldn't I go to the church to find death? I wonder if there are other ways to obtain the inhuman supernatural power?

"If I can't obtain this kind of strength, will what I have learned come in handy in this world?"

After stopping his hunger, Lucien began to seriously analyze his own way of survival, but as soon as he recalled what he had learned, Lucien suddenly appeared, and something seemed to be more in his mind.

After a closer look, Lucien's eyes widened: "Aren't these the books in the library?

In his mind, he had the entire library of books, not like memories, but as projections, and they were placed in categories for Lucien to read.

The curious Lucien flipped through the books at random, but it was strange that most of the books could not be opened.