The clown, who thought Lucien Evans had a close relationship with the professor, considered the possibility of the two joining together to frame themselves before rushing to No. 116, Jisu District, for example, let Lucien Evans pretend to be seriously injured by himself, and then Natasha, Camille or the Principal Intelligence Department witnessed and stopped all this just right, and killed or captured himself.

But after careful consideration, the clown found that if he framed himself like this, the loophole would be relatively large. If he killed himself on the spot, the person who sympathized with him in the referee would definitely not accept the conclusion casually. At least he had to conduct a strict inquiry and verification of Lucien. This was definitely not a good thing for Lucien, who had many doubts and was closely related to the professor.

Natasha could not strongly oppose the church's reasonable request, and other nobles would not support it. In the relationship between the church and the nobles, both sides had a certain bottom line, and no one would arbitrarily cross it, and the church occupied a strong position.

If you just design a trap to capture yourself, as long as you don’t die on the spot, you will have a great chance of turning over. How did Lucien get injured? What are the traces of injury? Does it match your bloodline? I came here by chasing the professor. This matter can be confirmed by Viscount Klein, the "Sage" Why did Lucien arrive at No. 116, Jisu District in the middle of the night while resting?

The most important thing is that this time, I, who has a clear conscience, can directly ask the church to use divine techniques and other interrogation, lie detection, and through them, you can fully prove your innocentness!

But Lucien Evans died so strangely, which completely exceeded the clown's imagination. The scene of the angel-like depravity was frozen in his mind, and when he looked at the scene of "blooming" like fireworks, he couldn't come back to his senses.

At this moment, he believed that Lucien Evans was really dead, because if he framed himself with a briefly transformed corpse, unless he never appeared again and never appeared as the great musician Lucien Evans, it would be useless. Killing himself by chance would make the church suspect that there was something wrong with it, and he would definitely have to conduct strict inquiries.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the eyes exposed on the clown's funny mask suddenly contracted into two needles.

He saw Natasha who was stunned in the air. She was wearing a gorgeous purple court dress, with a slender figure, slender and straight legs, her eyes were shining brightly, her lips were red and tender, her heroic posture was vigorous but not without beauty, like a noble lady who met her lover in the middle of the night.

Of course, at this time, Natasha's eyes had completely frozen, and she seemed to have lost her soul and looked at the blooming flesh and blood "fireworks".

Escape! Escape! Escape! Escape!

These are all the thoughts that flashed through the clown’s mind. Never stay in front of a woman who witnessed the dismemberment of her closest lover, especially when this woman has extremely powerful destructive power!

At this moment, she was unreasonable at all!

In danger, the clown burst out with all his potential, and invisible black thin lines seemed to rise in the air around him. He stepped on, grabbed the thin lines, and escaped to the edge of the woods behind the villa in two or three seconds.

But at this moment, he heard a roar of anger and sadness, or closer to wail, and the nearby earth and air seemed to tremble.

"Not good!" The clown rushed into the woods, but a silver-gray sword light shook everything and slashed behind him.

The sword light quickly turned into an invisible, twisted and strange gap, and disappeared instantly at an unshort distance. The layers of divine light and magical objects shining on the clown were cut open like ordinary paper.

The clown's body suddenly twisted and his whole body turned into a toy doll that seemed to be wrapped in thin black lines.

Thin lines broke one by one, and a gap that almost divided it into two halves appeared on the black doll.

Immediately afterwards, the clown returned to its original state, but the right half of his body separated from his torso and fell to the ground, with internal organs, blood, etc. splattering everywhere.

The clown's mind began to blur, but he knew that there could not be any pause. If he wanted to escape under a Sky Knight, and the top-level bloodline Sky Knight, he had to seize every tiny opportunity.

Since Natasha failed to kill herself in the first sword, she still has hope!

The powerful will made the clown endure severe pain and injuries that could make most of the bishops limp. His speed did not slow down and ran away in the dark woods. At the same time, he calmly squirmed his body, allowing the blood to be wrapped in an invisible membrane, no longer overflowing, leaving no traces.

Although he knew that if Natasha had another sword, he would never be able to avoid it, and Natasha suddenly forgot that the possibility of no longer attacking was almost zero, but no matter how small the hope was, he had to fight for it and not give up because of his despair!

Even though I hate Lucien Evans, the spirit of never giving up contained in his music is something every knight should have!

The miracle seemed to have happened until the clown disappeared into the darkness and Natasha's second sword did not slash out.

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"Waldo, are you going to stop me?" Natasha held a silver-white long sword in her hand, her eyes cold and terrifying.

Vardo, the "actor" of the Vaurit referee, was flying wildly under the pressure of that invisible momentum, but he still stood in front of Natasha steadily and said calmly: "Your Highness, Princess, I have sent the night watchman to capture the clown. Before the matter is clear, I think it is best to save his life. What happened just now?"

Since the clown was careful to inspect the houses, when Natasha slashed at him with a sword, the "transactioner" Valdo arrived at the scene. He was more sympathetic to the clown, and naturally stopped Natasha's second attack, so as not to be "killed and silenced" by her.

In the distance, Camille, who seemed to be afraid of disturbing something, flew over at this time.

"The clown killed Lucien." Natasha answered as if suppressing endless anger, and her silver-purple eyes became cold and ruthless.

"What?!" All the night watchmen, including Valdo, exclaimed.

Just arrived at the back of the villa and was about to "chase" the clown, Juliana staggered and almost fell down, her face turned extremely pale.

The great musician Lucien Evans actually died?!

Like the clown, they had never expected this possibility at all!

Natasha seemed to have given up chasing the clown, handed the matter back to the Night Watcher, closed her eyes and said, "I saw Lucien die in front of me, and the clown is right next to me."

Her tone was bleak and desolate, with a deep sadness.

Seeing that there was not a complete piece of flesh and blood on the lawn in front of the villa, Valdo took a breath quietly and as the Violet Evans, she said that she had seen Lucien Evans die with her own eyes, and it would be impossible for a living musician to appear in a few days. Judging from this technique and the motivation to distinguish, it is really possible that it is a clown!

"Your Highness, Princess, I can understand your mood. Please do not be too sad. I don't think Mr. Evans wants you to forget happiness either." Waldo painted the cross on his chest. "He is so outstanding and so outstanding that the Lord summoned him early to continue the musical creation on Paradise Hill."

After comforting for a few words, Valdo's expression became solemn: "However, Your Highness, now I need to ask you some questions and check whether the blood belongs to Mr. Evans. This is not a doubt of you, but a normal referee's process of doing things. I hope you can understand."

Before Natasha nodded, Valdo was careful and alert, afraid that she would suddenly lose her mind. Although she was at the same level six, she was of top blood and was in extreme grief and anger, so she might not be able to withstand it.

After a few seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes, her silver-purple eyes were cold and deep: "Mr. Valdo, ask."

As a princess, who is more manly than many men, Valdo really admires Natasha at this time. While ordering the night watchman who did not pursue the clown to check the blood, he asked in a tone: "Your Highness, why do you come here in the middle of the night? Isn't Mr. Evans still resting? Even if you are in the middle of the night, cough cough, you can choose Sir John's villa where Mr. Evans currently lives for a tryst."

Natasha suddenly smiled, and was so beautiful: "This is where he used to live. In the piano room in that bedroom, he played the first movement of the moonlight for me and told me that whenever he saw the moonlight, he would think of him... so we want to reminisce about the past here tonight."

Speaking of the latter, Natasha seemed to be afraid of crying, so she covered her mouth.

Waldo, who subconsciously emerged countless erotic scenes, cursed himself secretly, how could he think of these without sympathy and kindness at this time?

"Your Highness, I understand." Valdo nodded slightly.

After he asked a few more questions, a bishop-level night watchman flew up and whispered in his ear: "The blood of the moonlight is indeed Lucien Evans's blood."

"Mr. Valdo, the clown was slashed by my full strength and should not survive an hour. I hope you can find him soon." Natasha said the real reason why she did not chase the clown.

Suddenly, her eyes turned and saw something like an iron ring on the lawn, so she flew down and picked it up, with a gentle, sweet and sad and gloomy expression.

"This is exactly the same as the first movement of "Moonlight". I never thought that I could see the princess's feminine side, which is worthy of being Vaurit's violet." Valdo and many night watchmen who like music suddenly emerged. A stunning woman who is usually hard and generous, heroic and sensual suddenly showed this expression. In the strong contrast, it made people feel sad but dreamy.

What was that iron ring, Valdo knew very well. It was the ruined Holm Crown Ring, a relic of Natasha's mother, and now it seemed to be a token of love.

"Your Highness, please don't be too sad. This is our fault, and we failed to catch the clown in time." Valdo comforted again.

Natasha shook her head: "It has nothing to do with you. You have decided to execute the clown before. He was cunning and ran away. Yes, it has nothing to do with the church."

Hearing Natasha's understanding of words, Valdo nodded with satisfaction and relaxation. What he feared the most was that this incident caused an irreparable gap between the church and Natasha, the future ruler of Vaurit: "Your Highness, Princess, you are such a devout believer and a wise lord."

When Valdo and others began to check the villa and around, Natasha breathed a light tone. Her previous "love words" made her feel strange, a little rich and want to vomit, and a little hard to explain.

However, the main reason why she breathed a sigh of relief was that Waldo had no doubts and things were moving in the direction she wanted.

As a devout believer, Natasha occasionally attacked the church to protect her good friends and maintain the status of the nobles. However, it is not willing to do that by using the things planned by herself and Lucien to severely destroy the prestige of the church, destroy its relationship with the nobles, and destroy its image in people's minds.

"I hope Lucien can understand that everyone has their own persistence and bottom line."

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In a villa, a middle-aged man wearing a black hooded robe sat in a chair with his eyes losing his light.

"I didn't expect that Chenxing, who had been silent all the time, was a traitor." The sage sighed with a pale and weak face, as if he had lost a lot of blood.

When he observed the reaction of each apprentice hearing the news from the Magic Council headquarters, he had already roughly seen it.

The professor in front of him was still covered in his black robe, then he stretched out his hand and wrote a few words on Morning Star with his blood:

"The end of the betrayer."

"professor."

The sage was somewhat unable to understand the professor's actions: "Mr. Professor, why should we leave corpses and aphorisms, code names? Let the morning star disappear and push everything to the clown and the church, isn't that better?"

“Now this will focus hatred and attention on you.”

"To intimidate other betrayers." Lucien smiled and whispered in his heart, "She has helped me so much, how can she make things difficult for her?" (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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