290 The Last Movemen (2/2)
”That's good. Although I could suppress the power in my soul using Blessing in the Psalm Hall in front of those red-robed cardinals, in front of Sard, the Saint Cardinal, I won't say I'm gonna be lucky. Last time when I saw him I was only an apprentice, so the difference could be ignored, but now I'm a fourth-circle. I really don't feel secure standing in front of him…”
Natasha looked serious, ”Since the Grand Cross collapsed, the Saint Cardinal never really showed up again over any events or concerts. He only attended the grand cardinal conclave once. So, you don't need to worry. Even if he comes, you still have enough time to pretend to be sick and have someone else conduct for you.”
She seemed to worry about Sard's health condition.
Then, Natasha's facial expression changed. Rubbing her chin, she asked surprisedly, ”Wait… You said you are… a fourth-circle sorcerer?”
Because this was related to the secret of the World of Souls and Rhine, Lucien did not mention this to Natasha during their conversation.
”Sometimes great danger could awaken one's soul potential, like what happened to me down in the sewers,” explained Lucien, which was quite a good excuse.
”Good for you! You're still two months away from turning twenty-one, but you're already a fourth-circle! Even in the a hundred years when the Congress has been producing lots of talents, you're one of the most outstanding ones!” Natasha felt sincerely happy for her friend, ”You must have great gift in arcana, and I'm sure your future path will be even brighter.”
Lucien smiled, ”This is nothing compared to what you've achieved. I remember that when you were eighteen, you were already a grand knight, and then you've reached level five when you were twenty-one.”
”I'm glad to hear your compliment, Lucien. But for knights, although strong willpower and knight spirit are important, the Blessing also plays a significant role. I was trained in a hard way, but my mixed Blessings helped me more at that time. So I would say that I was more proud when I became a radiant knight, which was better evidence to show my willpower,” said Natasha honestly.
Lucien grinned, ”There are people who are born with mixed Blessings but never manage to awaken the power.”
”Sure, I'm gifted as a knight.” said Natasha proudly.
Then they started to talk about their following plan.
...
In a house.
Wearing the creepy mask, Clown entered the chamber gloomily.
”Leader, what did the Arbiter say?” asked Juliana hurriedly.
Lend and Minsk also looked at Clown in a worried way.
It was totally out of Clown's expectation that Lucien had a very precious level five extraordinary quality item and a sword of at least fourth level with him. Clown failed. What was worse was that Lucien saw him, his mask and black gloves. The inquisition soon received Natasha's serious complaint.
Clown shook his head, ”The Arbiter said it was Argent Horn pretending to be a night watcher. After all, they don't want this to be known by more people. They want to hide it as much as possible. But the Arbiter also did not listen to me. He gave me the most sever warning. If this happens a second time, I'm gonna be put on the secret court.”
”Are we giving up just like this?” Other night watchers asked, feeling rather reluctant.
Clown looked out of the window and said in a low voice, ”I awakened in the darkness. Following God's words, I became a night watcher. No matter how crazy I was, ever since I became a night watcher, I've been fighting against the evil. So, even if I cannot get the support from the Church, I won't give up. I cannot just let Professor enjoy his life after killing so many of us. My belief won't let me give up.”
At first, Clown felt that Professor made him lose his face, but now, his primal belief and faith was challenged.
The other three also agreed.
Clown turned around and looked at them, ”Okay. Then we'll wait until another chance comes.”
...
Lucien's bad cough made Franz, who was helping Lucien with the lyrics using a long verse, feel very concerned.
”Shall we take a break, sir?” asked Franz. ”We can continue when you feel better.”
Lucien's face was pale, but he shook his head firmly, ”The last movement is almost there, and I feel the even stronger passion and inspiration coming out from my life. I don't want to stop, and I can't. You understand, Franz?”