Chapter 165: Support for Lucien


    Trantor: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion


    When Harrison Brown calmed down, he felt amused by his own sensitivity, as if he was an extremely frightened bird.


    The night watcher who pretended to be an adventurer approached Harrison a little and said to him in a low voice, "Just an ident. Keep going to the museum."


    "All right. Someone has to fix this bridge." Brown nodded, walking with the adventurer in the same pace but keeping a short distance from him.


    On the other end of the bridge, there was the city’s Art District. Brown could already see a couple of fancy buildings over the other side.


    "I’ll report to the Church, in case someone damaged the bridge on purpose." The night watcher’s eyes looked to the right, but said to Brown on his left side, "We can never be too careful."


    Although the night watcher did not detect any magic wave, he was still very cautious.


    In fact, the power of the Professor’s Oscition Hand came from a consistent frequency of vibration, so nothing rted to magic could be found even if the night watcher sent someone to check the bridge.


    The only way the Church might find something suspicious here was referring to the annual check record of the bridge to possibly notice that this damage was caused overnight. However, in fact, this city did not have any regr annual checks.


    "You’re certainly very cautious." Brown nodded out of satisfaction, "I feel safe with you guys."


    After getting off the bridge and walking for about seven or eight minute, Brown and his guards came in front of the museum. The museum was a two-storey ck building designed in ancient style, looking rather grand.


    "Nice to see you, Viscount Wright. Nice to see you, Baron Cape..." Hurriedly, Brown bowed to the important nobles and greeted. Although he was going to move to Lance soon, Brown still wished to have a good rtionship with them, since they controlled the economy of the west and the east coast, as well as the south and north continent.


    Viscount Wright was a middle-aged man. His hair was dark green, which was quite rare to see. He nodded with a slight sense of self-pride, "Wee, our heroic knight."


    Brown hurriedly bowed again and responded, "I’m not even close to you, my lord."


    There was always a gap between someone who relied on a magic potion to awaken their Blessing and a well-trained knight who gained the power on their own. Viscount Wright was a real level four grand knight.


    The viscount did not say anything else, but turned away to talk to Granneuve, who was also present and was one of the viscount’s business partners. Brown also started to talk to his acquaintances around.


    At ten o’clock in the morning, the owner of the museum, Saugus, who was standing with the nobles and the important businessmen, announced the opening of the wax museum to all the guests present.


    The band started to y a cheerful melody.


    However, at this time, there was a stir in the crowd, seeming like something strange happened a distance away from the museum. The night watchers in the crowd quickly exchanged a nce, looking serious. Then, several of them left to check what was going on there, on the other side.


    Lucien, who already changed his outfit, was now wearing a tall ck hat and a piece of monocle on his left eye while standing among the people. He did not use the spell, Disguise, since his magic would be revealed easily by the grand knights present, and he only needed to make sure that Brown would not be able to immediately recognize him as the young man on the boat. He saw the night watchers pretending to be a couple and the one that looked like a businessman leaving the crowd, and only the adventurer and the boatman were still around.


    It was the support from Ferryman. They were distracting the night watchers.


    "It seems Ferryman and his people also know well about these night watchers to some degree..." Lucien thought to himself.


    Last night, Lucien carefully analyzed whether Ferryman was worthy of his trust, and he realized the secret rtionship between Ferryman and Granneuve. Based on the fact that it was almost impossible that Felipe was lying right in front of Professor, there was only one reasonable exnation, ording to Lucien’s understanding.


    Lucien believed that Granneuve was indeed the liaison of the congress in Sturk, and so was Ferryman. However, while Granneuve’s identity was known by most sorcerers as the liaison in Sturk, there was another liaison working with Granneuve, Ferryman. Every time when a sorcerer or an apprentice asked for Granneuve’s help, Ferryman would go and check the person’s reliability. In this case, even the person seeking for help was actually a sneaky night watcher, Ferryman could rtively escape easily, and there would be no direct evidence against Granneuve as well.


    As long as Lucien could make sure that Ferryman was also from the congress, he was willing toplete the task for the organization to get to Allyn as soon as possible.


    Lucien could definitely tell that Ferryman and his people were quite well-trained from the fact that half of the night watchers were drawn away now.


    "Everything all right?" asked Brown nervously. The adventurer-looking night watcher just secretly moved close to him and looked like his guard.


    "No worries. Some of us just left to check," answered the night watcher calmly. "We got around three or four grand knights here, and more than ten other knights here." As the night watcher said, even though some of Brown’s guards were gone, the security was still reliable.


    Brown took a nce at Viscount Wright and the other knights, feeling a bit relieved.


    However, at this time, an arrow covered with blue light flew directly toward Brown fiercely.


    Without doubt, the power of the arrow was at least from a knight-level archer!


    Within a blink, the arrow was already right in front of Brown.


    Viscount Wright waved his left hand and summoned a strong gust of wind. Although the wind slowed down the arrow a bit, it did not really deter the momentum.


    The archer was at least of a grand knight level, or maybe the bow this archer used was a level three weapon!


    However, with the viscount’s help, Brown got enough time to activate his divine item again. The white feathers covered him again, and at the same time, the night watcher quickly grabbed Brown’s shield and swiftly held it right in front of Brown.


    The arrow with great power instantly pierced through the shield and stabbed the feather cover.


    As the feathers fell and turned into dust, there were more growing back quickly. Finally, the arrow dropped to the ground. Brown escaped this borately nned attack!


    The person shooting the arrow from the tower already retreated immediately, followed by the night watcher who was in the disguise of a boatman, who was good at tracking.


    Viscount Wright looked quite pissed off. Slightly raising his right hand, Wright sent a couple of his knights to assist the night watchers.


    Casually, Lucien lifted his monocle a bit in the crowd. There went another night watcher and quite a few knights.


    Lucien was confident that, after this attack, Brown would be less on the alert to a certain degree. After all, in Brown’s mind, the attack was already over.


    When Lucien got closer to Brown, he could see the amulet hanging on his neck now looked quite dim. Brown supposedly only had one more chance to activate it.


    The tactic was put forward by Lucien. No matter what method the people from the congress would use, Lucien asked for two rounds of diversions.


    "The shield is damaged, and the Angel Feather can only be activated one more time. Shall we leave right now?" asked Brown nervously.


    "Calm down, Mr. Brown," responded the night watcher. "Their attack did not get you, and our people are everywhere right now. No one would daree at you. Besides, if there was only me protecting you to go back home, it would be even more dangerous. Perhaps that cunning sorcerers are just waiting for you to go back home. Stay here, and you’re with a lot of knights present. It’s safer."


    Brown took a nce at Viscount Wright. If it were not because of his help, he might be dead already. So, he nodded, "All right."


    Although many of the nobles were frightened by the arrow, the fact that many knights and even grand knights were around today soon set them at ease. Besides, they also did not want to offend Saugus, the owner of the museum.


    Although many wax art enthusiasts were also gathering in front of the museum, most of themon people here could not afford the entry fee—twenty Nars.


    Carrying a ck leather suitcase, Lucien walked toward the gate in a decent manner.


    Seeing Lucien’s elegant bearing and his fine suit, the two guards standing there said to him politely, "Twenty Nars, please, sir. And we needed to check your suitcase."


    "Sure," answered Lucien in a Djibouti ent, "I’ve just arrived here to attend the opening ceremony. And this is my luggage."


    As he opened his suitcase, a couple dozens of shining Thales mixed with some decent clothes immediately caught the guards’ eyes.


    After receiving fifty Nars from Lucien, the two guards bowed to him and let him in very politely.


    Together with his ck suitcase, Lucien walked into the museum.


    It was a special suitcase. At the bottom of it, there was a very secretyer underneath.