Chapter 2 Comes With Himself

　　The evening sunlight pierced through a crimson cloud and shone on the quiet Adejean church square, the small sun held up in the bishop's hand had lost its bright glow and was hanging from his chest as he turned to walk within the church. 　　In the center of the square, the rather beautiful black-robed witch had been burned to ashes, but the mad laughter and curses seemed to still echo, causing many to shiver and look around before following the bishop and the priests into the church, confessing their sins and saying their prayers with sincerity under the Lord's watchful eye. 　　The eye-catching white light seemed to still be in front of his eyes, and the sacred and majestic power it contained seemed to still be vaguely felt, and Lucien had already accepted his identity under the impact, burying everything from the past deep in his heart, not daring to show the slightest difference. 　　"The power of Divine Art is so powerful, I wonder if I have the chance to learn it?" 　　Lucien thought with a shocked mind and body, without the awe that ordinary people should have, when suddenly, a huge force slapped on Lucien's left shoulder, slapping him so hard that he couldn't help but lean to the left, almost unsteadily standing on his feet. 　　"Oh my poor little Evans, you're all right at last, it's all the Lord's blessing, I thought you'd be like your father, who fell ill and never got up again, thank the Lord that such a wonderful, wonderful boy can continue to live." 　　Lucien had snapped out of his shocked disorientation at such a tap, and saw an older brunette woman, two of his own width, standing next to him, wiping tears from her eyes while tapping her shoulder frequently with a right hand that rivaled a bear's paw attack. 　　Slightly dodging out of the way so that he wouldn't be slapped and spit out blood, Lucien opened his mouth but found that not a single word could come out as, "What should I call this older woman? It seems like my full name should be Lucien Evans?" 　　Lucien's dodge made the older woman even more sad: "Poor little Evans, you must be sick and confused, look at this little face, so thin that you can see the bones ......" 　　In the midst of chanting, Lucien was embarrassed beyond measure, he had traveled across the country, and in addition to being able to understand and speak the language of this place, he had inherited no memories whatsoever, and if he responded incorrectly, he would most likely be mistaken for a demonic possession, and of course, in a certain sense, the current Lucien was indeed a demonic invasion of the soul. 　　Well at this time, a middle-aged man standing next to him patted the fat older woman and soothed her, ''Elisa, little Evans has just gotten well, his spirit must be very weak, don't disturb him. Evan, help your mom, we'll go home together." 　　This middle-aged man had a very thin figure, his back was slightly bowed, he had a head of short blonde hair that was slightly blonde, and the youthful handsomeness could vaguely be seen on his face that had been engraved with the vicissitudes of time. 　　But in Lucien's eyes, this middle-aged uncle at this moment was like an angel with a white halo, an angel that detached himself from embarrassment and nervousness. 　　"Aunt Elisa, I'm all better, I'm just still a little dizzy." Lucien raised the words so as not to reveal himself. 　　The little boy, Evan, who had dragged Lucien to see the burning witch, half-supported his mother and made a face, "Big brother Lucien isn't one of those wimps who gets sick once and then dies, you're the only one who still thinks he's a little bitty thing that needs to be taken care of." 　　Great Aunt Elisa wiped her tears, "Little Evans, I'm so relieved to see you getting better, it's all the fault of that damned, evil, hell-bound witch." 　　Helped by Irving, Aunt Elisa slowly walked forward while chattering, "When she just moved to the house next to yours, she was so quiet and beautiful, so gentle and elegant, I thought that it would be the Lord's gift if Little John could marry such a girl, but, but she's a witch, and she even went to the cemetery to steal the remains of the dead to cast her evil magic. Fortunately, the glory of the Lord shines on everything, at that time, there are the night watchman of the Inquisition was in the cemetery, and caught her directly, otherwise by her preparation of evil magic, we Adejean district don't know how many people have to die ......" 　　Walking behind with the middle-aged uncle, from Aunt Elisa's nagging, Lucien probably knew what happened, that witch was caught by the church's night watchman when she went to the cemetery to steal a corpse, and he himself, as her neighbor, was also approached by the church to interrogate her, in the middle of which the church may have used some means of divine magic, and at the same time of ruling out the suspicion of that real Lucien, it also made him suffer from mental or physical He died of a serious illness, so he was able to let himself be possessed. 　　Seeing that Lucien didn't say anything, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucien's shoulder and quietly consoled, "Elisa is just nagging like that, just pretend you didn't hear it." 　　Lucien didn't know what to say and could only nod. 　　The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Elisa's back and sighed quietly, "Ai, back then, Elisa was a pure and passionate beautiful girl, but ever since she gave birth to Little John, it was as if she was cursed by the devil, and in just one year, she turned into what she is now." 　　He had a look that seemed to be full of life's emotions, his gaze quite deep, then paused, "I can't beat her anymore." 　　Having just crossed over, and having seen and experienced the power of Divine Art with his own eyes, Lucien was greatly shocked and was in a state of distraction, so he just barely smiled and didn't answer directly, and he still didn't know what to call this uncle. 　　Perhaps the uncle was too engrossed in reminiscing and didn't notice the sound control, Elisa hummed, "Joel, you, the bard full of ideals and passions, the young man who traveled all the way to Alto to pursue his musical dreams, haven't you also turned into a drunken drunkard all day long." 　　Joel smiled sarcastically, "Aalto is the City of Sacred Chant, I don't know how many young people who follow their musical dreams arrive every day, but how many of them are able to succeed? Alyssa, besides, haven't I quit drinking since Little John started working out?" 　　Aunt Alisa glared back at him, "Thank goodness for the Lord, and you know that our hopes lie with John and Evan. If it wasn't for Little John's daily exercise, how could he have been picked by Sir Vine to go to his manor for formal knight training, if he could stimulate the 'divine grace' within his bloodline and become a true knight, then he could have been made a Lord by the Grand Duke and become a revered nobleman." 　　The stern gaze caused Joel to shrink his shoulders, but Alyssa was quick to notice Lucian's trance off to the side, "Oh, I'm sorry little Evans, Auntie didn't mean to bring it up, you're very gifted as well, you just, just didn't start exercising at a young age ......" 　　Realizing that the more she spoke, the more she touched Lucien's inner wounds, Elisa busily shut her mouth and gestured with her eyes for Joel to speak. 　　Joel laughed out loud and patted Lucien's shoulder once again, "How can our little Evans be so fragile, he's the man who's going to inherit his Uncle Joel's musician's dream." 　　Lucien, whose mind was in turmoil, could only grin, "Yes, my dream is to become a musician." 　　Seeing that there was nothing strange about Lucien, Elisa continued to chatter about all sorts of trivialities, which in turn allowed Lucien to have a further understanding of the city he was in. 　　It was a large city called Alto, near the Dark Mountain Range, with the title of the City of Sacred Chant, prosperous and full of opportunities. 　　Where he currently resided, was the Adejean district, the poorer part of Alto, and it seemed that he had lost his regular job helping to carry goods in the market district due to a few days of severe illness. 　　Soon, the four of them walked up to the hut where Lucien was. 　　Great Aunt Elisa had wanted to invite Lucien to her home for dinner, but Lucien, who was in desperate need of quiet, politely declined her. 　　When they parted, Irving quietly and curiously asked Lucien, "Big brother Lucien, when did your dream become a musician?" 　　"Just now." Lucien moved his mouth numbly. 　　Irvine let out a long ooh. 　　Entering the house and locking the door behind him, Lucien sat down in a state of disbelief, his elbows propped up on the wooden table while his head was buried deep in his elbows. 　　"I can't believe I've traveled!" 　　"And it's this kind of world with inhuman powers." 　　"If I'm not careful, I'll be tied to the stake and burned alive." 　　The emotions that arose from witnessing the witch's miserable downfall just now finally erupted when no one else was around, and Lucien was shocked, terrified, and afraid. 　　Of course, as a guy who hadn't experienced many great events, although Lucien was somewhat introverted and easily panicked when things happened, he surprisingly managed to keep his composure in front of that great pressure, and couldn't suppress it until he came back. 　　It had to be said that circumstances and encounters sharpened people the most. 　　With the passage of time, darkness gradually descended, Lucien also adapted to the fear, calmed down, since all have already crossed over, further panic, worry, fear, will not help, can only be careful to see a step by step, this time to die again, it is not certain that you can have the good thing of crossing over again. 　　Emotions recovered, suppressing the thoughts and worries about his parents and friends, and just wanted to plan his life, Lucien immediately felt the raging onslaught of hunger, as if there was a fire burning inside his stomach, and his saliva kept secreting. 　　Swallowing, filling his stomach was a priority, Lucien interrupted his thinking and headed for the only crate in the house that could store things. 　　Inside the worn-out crate, aside from some clothes, Lucien saw two black bread-like food items, and seven brass coins that shimmered with metallic light. 　　The stomach pouch had replaced Lucien's brain, he didn't have the extra energy to think about anything else, he picked up a strip of black bread and gnawed on it. 　　With a click, Lucien hastily covered his mouth with his hand, his teeth almost gave way, is this bread or a wooden stick? 　　Smelling it, Lucien was barely sure that it was indeed bread, just hard enough to knock out an adult. 　　Forcing back his hunger, Lucien rummaged through the crates and took out the flint again, and after failing a few times, he finally lit the wood under the fireplace, and began to bake the bread in a regimented manner. 　　"Braised Pork, Spicy Chicken Wings, Steamed Beef, Kung Pao Chicken ......" While baking the bread, Lucien chanted about the food, and his mouth couldn't stop flooding. 　　When the black bread was slightly fluffy, Lucien couldn't help but gnaw on it, the horrible taste was almost like chewing on wood chips. 　　But Lucien still wolfed it down, while eating, he couldn't help but lament, "If I eat this kind of food every day, it would be better to die, no, I must earn money, I must get rid of this poor people's life." 　　"If I can learn divine magic and become a bishop and a priest ......" In the midst of rambling Shaw's thoughts, Lucien remembered the well-dressed bishops and priests he saw in front of the church, remembered the inhuman power and their resulting noble status, and couldn't help but thump his heart. "But, in my condition, isn't going to the church looking for death? I wonder if there are any other ways to obtain inhuman transcendent power? Like that Divine Grace?" 　　"If I can't obtain that kind of power, will the things I learned be useful in this world?" 　　Stopping his hunger, Lucien began to seriously analyze his path to survival, but just as he recalled what he had learned, it suddenly happened to Lucien that there seemed to be something more in his mind. 　　Upon careful inspection, Lucien couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Aren't these the books in the library? They traveled along with it?" 　　One's mind unexpectedly had the books of the entire comprehensive library, they were not like memories but as if they were projections, one by one put in separate categories for Lucien to flip through. 　　Curious Lucien casually flipped through the books, but suspiciously it happened that the vast majority of the books could not be opened.