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The sun in the evening pierced through the red clouds and shone on the quiet Adejean church square. The little sun held in the bishop's hand had lost its bright light, hung it on his chest, turned around and walked into the church.

In the middle of the square, the beautiful black-robed witch had been burned to ashes, but the crazy laughter and curse seemed to be still echoing, which made many people tremble for a moment, looked around, and then followed the bishops and pastors into the church, confessing their sins under the attention of the Lord, and praying sincerely.

The dazzling white light seemed to be still in front of me, and the sacred and majestic power it contained seemed to be vaguely felt. Under this impact, Lucien had accepted his identity and buried everything in his heart deeply in his heart, not daring to show any strangeness.

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

Lucien thought with shock, not the awe that ordinary people should have. Suddenly, a huge force slapped Lucien's left shoulder, making him fall to the left involuntarily and almost unsteadily.

"Oh, my poor little Evans, you're fine. This is all the blessing of the Lord. I thought you would be like your father, and you never stand up again when you fell ill. Thank the Lord for allowing such a great guy to continue to live."

After being slapped, Lucien had already woken up from his shock and lost consciousness. He saw a brown-haired aunt with two widespread self standing next to him, wiping tears while repeatedly patting his shoulder with his right hand that was comparable to the attack of a bear paw.

Going away a little so as not to vomit blood by being photographed, Lucien opened his mouth, but found that he could not say a word, because: "What should I call this aunt? It seems that my full name should be Lucien Evans?"

Lucien's hiding made the aunt even more sad: "Poor little Evans, you must be confused. Look at this little face, you can see bones..."

While talking, Lucien was extremely embarrassed. He traveled through time. Except for being able to understand and speak the language here, he had no memory. If he responded to mistakes, he might be misunderstood as possessed by the devil. Of course, in a sense, Lucien is indeed invaded by the devil's soul.

Fortunately, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat aunt and comforted him: "Alisa, Little Evans has been well just now, and he must be very weak. Don't quarrel with him. Alvin, support your mother and let's go home together."

The middle-aged man is very thin, with a slightly arched back and a short, slightly grayish-colored golden hair. His handsomeness when he was engraved on his vicissitudes of life can be vaguely seen on his face.

But in Lucien's eyes, the middle-aged uncle was like an angel with a white halo, leaving him out of embarrassment and tension.

"Aunt Alissa, I'm all cured, but I'm still a little dizzy." Lucien raised the words so as not to reveal his flaws.

The little boy who pulled Lucien to see the burning witch, Evan, half-held his mother, and grimaced: "Brother Lucien is not the kind of coward who dies after getting sick. You only think that he is a little bitch who needs care."

Aunt Alissa wiped her tears: "Little Evans, I feel relieved when I see you getting better. It's all because of the damn, evil, witch who has gone to hell."

As she was helped by Alvin, Aunt Alissa walked forward slowly while nagging: "When she moved to the house next to you, she was so quiet and beautiful, and so gentle. I also thought that if Little John could marry such a girl, it would be the gift of the Lord. However, she was actually a witch, and she also went to the cemetery to steal the remains of the dead to perform evil magic. Fortunately, the Lord's glory shone on everything. At that time, the night watchman from the Inquisition was in the cemetery and grabbed her directly, otherwise she would prepare the evil magic. We, Adejen District, would not know how many people would die..."

Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, Lucien probably learned what happened from Aunt Alissa's nagging. The witch was caught by the night watchman of the church while stealing the body in the cemetery. As her neighbor, she was also asked by the church for interrogation. The church may have used some divine means. While eliminating the suspect of the real Lucien, he also suffered mental or physical harm, and thus died of a serious illness, so he was possessed.

Seeing that Lucien didn't say anything, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucien on the shoulder and whispered to comfort: "Alisa is nagging like this, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Lucien didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Alissa's back and sighed quietly: "Hey, Alissa was a pure and enthusiastic beautiful girl back then, but since she gave birth to little John, she seemed to be cursed by a devil, and she has become what she is now in just one year."

He looked like he seemed full of life emotion, his eyes were quite deep, and then he paused: "I can never beat her again."

As soon as he came over, he saw and realized the power of the magic with his own eyes. Lucien was greatly impacted and was in a state of restlessness. Therefore, he just forced a smile and did not answer directly. Moreover, he didn't know what this uncle should call him.

Perhaps the uncle was too obsessed with the memory and did not notice the control of the sound. Alisa snorted: "Joel, you bard full of ideals and passion, a young man who went to Alto to pursue his musical dreams, has become a drunken drunk all day long."

Joel smiled embarrassedly: "Aalto is the city of Psalm. I don't know how many young people who pursue their dreams of music come every day, but how many of them can succeed? Alisa, let alone, since John started exercising, haven't I quit drinking?"

Aunt Alissa turned around and glared at him: "Fortunately, with the blessing of the Lord, you also know that our hopes are all in John and Alvin. If little John had not trained every day, how could he be selected by Sir Wien and went to his manor for regular knight training? If he could inspire the 'god' in his bloodline and become a real knight, he would have been named a lord by the Grand Duke and become a respected noble."

The stern gaze made Joel shrink his shoulders, but Alisa quickly noticed Lucien's trance: "Oh, sorry, little Evans, aunt didn't mention this matter on purpose. You are also very talented, but you just didn't start exercising since childhood..."

Finding that the more I talked, the more I felt the scars in Lucien's heart, Alisa hurriedly closed her mouth and signaled Joel to speak with her eyes.

Joel laughed and patted Lucien on the shoulder again: "How could our little Evans be so fragile? He is the man who inherits his Uncle Joel's dream of a musician."

Lucien, who was in a state of turmoil, had to grin and said, "Yes, my dream is to become a musician."

Seeing that Lucien was not abnormal, Alissa continued to nag about all kinds of trivial matters, which gave Lucien a further understanding of the city he lived in.

This is a great city called Alto, near the Dark Mountains, with the title of the City of Psalm, flourishing and full of opportunities.

The place where I live is the Adejen District, where the poor people in Aalto gather. It seems that due to a few days of serious illness, I lost the fixed work of helping with the goods in the market area.

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

Aunt Alissa originally wanted to invite Lucien to her house for dinner, but Lucien, who urgently needed peace, politely rejected her.

As they parted, Alvin asked Lucien quietly and curiously: "Brother Lucien, when will your dream become a musician?"

"Just now." Lucien moved his mouth numbly.

Alvin let out a long sigh.

After entering the house, he locked the door, Lucien sat down unsteadily, his elbow resting on the wooden table, and his head was buried deep in his elbow.

"I actually traveled through time!"

"And it's this kind of world with inhuman power."

"If you are not careful, you will be tied to a stake and burned to death."

The emotions that had just witnessed the miserable end of the witch finally broke out when there was no one. Lucien was both shocked and scared.

Of course, as a guy who has not experienced many major events, although Lucien is a little introverted and is prone to panic when encountering things, he still remains calm in the face of the huge pressure and cannot suppress it until he comes back.

It has to be said that the environment and experience are the most gripping people.

As time passed, darkness gradually came, Lucien also adapted to fear and calmed down. Since he had traveled through time, no matter how frightened he was, no matter how worried he was, no matter how scared he was, it would be useless. He could only take one step carefully. If he died this time, there might not be any good things to travel through time.

Emotional recovery, suppressing my longing and worry for my parents and friends. Just as I was about to plan my life, Lucien immediately felt the feeling of hunger coming. It was like a fire burning in his stomach and saliva was constantly secreting.

Swallowing and filling his stomach was the most urgent task. Lucien interrupted his thoughts and walked towards the only crate in the room that could store things.

In the shabby box, apart from some clothing, Lucien saw two black bread-like food, as well as seven brass coins that shone with metallic light.

The stomach bag had replaced Lucien's brain. He had no extra energy to think about anything else, picked up a piece of black bread and chewed it.

With a click, Lucien quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and his teeth almost collapsed. Is this bread or a stick?

After smelling it, Lucien was reluctant to be sure it was indeed bread, but it was so hard that it could knock out the adults.

Holding hunger, Lucien pulled out the flint from the crate again. After several failures, he finally lit the wood under the stove and started to bake the bread in a regular manner.

"Braised pork, spicy chicken wings, steamed beef from noodles, Kung Pao chicken..." While baking bread, Lucien muttered delicious food, and his saliva couldn't stop.

The black bread was a little softer, and Lucien couldn't help but chewing it. The terrifying smell was like chewing wood chips.

But Lucien still ate voraciously, while eating, he couldn't help but sigh: "If you eat such food every day, it would be better to die. No, you must make money and get rid of this poor life."

"If you can learn divine arts and become a bishop and a pastor..." In the wild thoughts, Lucien remembered the well-dressed bishop and pastor whom he saw in front of the church, remembered the power of the inhuman and their noble status from this, and couldn't help but be moved, "But, in my situation, isn't I seeking death in the church? I wonder if there are any other ways to obtain extraordinary power of the inhuman? For example, that divine grace?"

"If I can't get this power, will what I learned come in handy in this world?"

After stopping hunger, Lucien began to seriously analyze his own way of survival, but when he just recalled the knowledge he had learned, Lucien suddenly happened, and something seemed to be in his mind.

After careful observation, Lucien couldn't help but open his eyes wide: "Isn't this a book in the library? They also traveled through time?"

There were books from the entire comprehensive library in my mind. They were not like memories, but as if they were projections, putting them in different categories for Lucien to read.

The curious Lucien read the books casually, and it happened in confusion, and most of the books could not be opened.

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Chapter completed!