290 The Last Movemen (1/2)

Chapter 290: The Last Movement

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Seeing that the corner of Mr. Evans' mouth, chin and chest were covered with blood, the guard insisted, ”Hold on there, Mr. Evans. Have you got any medical potions? I have one here. Take it. If you still don't feel good, I'll ask for the bishop's help from the Golden Cathedral!”

Of course Lucien did not want the bishop to come over, so he painfully took out a bottle of healing potion and slowly drank it. Then, he waved his hand and said, ”Not a problem at all. I'm also a knight. No worries. The assassin didn't really hurt me.”

Hearing that Lucien was still able to talk fine but only coughing a bit, the guard felt more relaxed. He pulled out his sword and stayed with Lucien, in case there would be another assassin coming for Mr. Evans.

The guard also reminded Lucien, ”Mr. Evans, some dark powers are creepy. Although sometimes one doesn't feel badly injured, one's organs could be gradually corrupted or poisoned. And when it shows, it'll be too late. Even a red-robed cardinal would not be able to do anything with it. So, Mr. Evans, you probably still want to have a bishop to check it for you tomorrow.”

”Thank you. We'll see then.” Lucien pretended to be rather stubborn.

”Alright.” nodded the guard.

Many people were just like this. They were afraid of death, but they were also afraid of visiting doctors or bishops. They worried that they might have some problems, but they also did not want to know what problems they had.

A while later, Alisa and Joel, followed by their guards, rushed into Lucien's room. Seeing that Lucien was okay, they released a long sigh of relief.

”Who's the bastard?! The bastard wanted to kill you?! You're only a musician…” Alisa had tears in her eyes, ”Wait… Did one of your competitors send the assassin?”

”Stop, Alisa. It's impossible. No musician could afford an assassin of a grand knight level.” Joel got some information from the guard, ”What did you see, Evans?”

At this time, Natasha and Camil arrived. Natasha smelled the air, then she became really serious, ”Lucien, did you see the assassin?”

”I saw only a figure… It felt familiar… Maybe he's from Argent Horn.” In front of other people, Lucien did not say exactly what he saw. He put the blame on Argent Horn because of what happened before.

”Argent Horn?!” Alisa's face turned pale, and she took a step backwards. She could never forget the day when one of her fingers was cut off.

Joel's fists tightened. His deep voice sounded extremely angry, ”They're still coming after you…”

In fact, Argent Horn really did not have anything to do with that.

After sending Joel and Alisa back to their room and dismissing all the guards, Natasha looked at Lucien and asked with a bit of a smile on her face, ”So, what happened? Was there really an assassin? Or it was just part of your plan to kill the musician identity?”

”There was really an assassin. Probably a level five grand knight, wearing black gloves and a clown mask,” said Lucien honestly.

”Ummm… sounds familiar…”

”The night watchers' leader, Clown,” said Camil seriously. ”I've seen him a couple of times.”

A night watcher's information was strictly sealed, and only the leaders of an inquisition or cardinals of a parish could have access to it. Night watchers called each other by their pseudonyms.

Those night watchers had been walking in the darkness for a long time, shading their faces with masks and hoods. So Natasha was not sure who Clown was, and neither did Lucien. Lucien had no idea, during the fight between Argent Horn and the Night Watch, how many night watchers actually survived and who they were.

”I see…” Lucien had mixed feelings hearing that. On one hand, he felt worried, since he knew how those night watchers would act once he became their target; On the other hand, he also felt a bit relieved, because the way Clown came over and tried to test him showed the fact that those cardinals were not part of this thing, or those cardinals could easily use divine spells to examine Lucien, say, over a feast or concert, and directly draw the conclusion.

”He's one of the night watchers who survived that night in Melzer Black Forest,” said Camil with a cold face. She totally disliked Professor.

”Now I remember…” Natasha clapped her hands.

Lucien finally realized why those night watchers were stilling tracking him. The loss he brought to the night watchers was massive.

”This can be a good thing. I was going to have someone else conduct the concert to make people know you're sick badly. Then, after the concert, we would be able to announce your death,” said Natasha. ”So you won't be checked by some red-robed cardinals who suspected you during the concert. Now, we do not need to bother.”