Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 167: The End of Brown

Chapter 167: The End of Brown


Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion


Although the sound of the explosion faded and the museum stopped shaking, the ears of many were still tingling badly, as if thousands of flies were buzzing around, and they could hear nothing clear.


"One wall and several pillars are completely destroyed… One fourth of the museum is severely affected," reported a knight to the night watcher. "Fortunately, no one is hurt. And the viscount sent me to tell you to not lower your guard. According to lord Wright, the attacker might be a fourth circle sorcerer who could use Fire Ball or something of equivalent explosive power."


Although the level of a magic spell was fixed according to the different levels of power of the casters, the effects varied greatly, even if the difference was only one level.


"I won’t." The night watcher nodded. "I’ll call up more night watchers to come here to a.s.sist the viscount as well, and to protect Mr. Brown."


The night watcher also felt quite p.i.s.sed off by the fact that the attacker hasn’t been found yet.


"Good. The viscount is furious right now." The knight nodded and walked toward Saugus to send him the comforting words from the viscount.


"Haulies, I want to leave this place, right now." Brown’s voice trembled.


"I’ll send you back home when more night watchers arrive." Haulies, the adventurer-looking night watcher nodded. He of course understood Brown’s nervousness.


After all, nothing was more horrible than this kind of unknown danger, when the attacker could actually still be anywhere in this place.


"Why? How long do I still have to wait here?" Brown urged the night watcher out of anger and fear, "Just let the pastors and cardinals nearby come here!"


Haulies shrugged, "These holy pastors and cardinals won’t show up right now, and they will only arrive when we actually besiege the attackers."


"I don’t want to stay here anymore. Haulies! Let me go!" cried Brown, "I don’t want to be the bait anymore! I’m leaving Sturk as soon as possible!"


"Calm down, Mr. Brown… Please calm down." Haulies tried to comfort him, "More night watchers are on their way."


"Please hurry!" Brown started to walk back and forth within a small area, and his great fear was torturing him.


"You gotta leave… You gotta leave right now… You gotta go…" Brown murmured to himself. He was going crazy.


As he was moving around, most of the feathers fell on the ground and disappeared.


"You gotta go… Leave here… Leave forever…" The voice in Brown’s mind grew louder and louder. The voice was like Brown’s own voice, but also like someone else’s.


Finally, brown broke down mentally. He suddenly turned around and rushed to the gate as fast as he could. He was fast, and his speed came from his great fear.


As soon as Haulies noticed that Brown ran away, his heart sank. He had a bad foreboding.


"Wait! Don’t go!" shouted Haulies.


When Brown was almost at the gate, he suddenly sensed great danger, and he quickly woke up from this fear and panic.


However, it was too late. A fireball with the size of a head directly hit the upper part of Brown’s body!


In the last second of Brown’s life, in the corner of his eye, Brown saw a young man wearing a black top hat hidden beside the gate. The young man pushed up his monocle with his left hand while, at the same time, the light of fire was still lingering on his left wrist.


Bang!


Together with another explosion from the fireball, the upper part of Brown’s body exploded, and the fierce fire stopped his body from regenerating.


Brown was killed.


...


"!!" Haulies was shocked when he heard the other explosion.


That was the end of Brown, Haulies realized desperately, although he could not believe the fact that Brown was still killed despite the close protection from the night watchers and knights.


When he rushed to the gate of the museum, what Haulies saw were only pieces of Brown’s body, and only the lower parts of the body could still be recognized.


Haulies’ heart suddenly sank, and in the next second he yelled at the other knights and guards out of great anger, "The attacker is there! That way!"


He could tell the direction where the attacker launched his attack based on the position of Brown’s remains. Haulies’ eyes were bloodshot.


A bunch of people rushed to the corner of the museum.


However, there was no one there.


Even the whole street was empty since all the pa.s.sersby were frightened away by the explosions.


The attacker, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, also erased all his traces using magic, which showed that he was not even in too much of a hurry.


"Go get him!" shouted Haulies. He would not give up. He must catch this guy!


However, as the ca.n.a.ls and the streets on the island waved together like a complicated spider web, it was very hard for them to trace based on the slight trace of magic wave left by the attacker.


After a while, when Haulies led the rest of the people to the other side of the island, even that slight trace of magic wave disappeared.


Countless pointy-headed boats were moving on the water. Haulies lost the attacker.


"F**k!!" swore Haulies.


Although he was only of level two, because of Haulies’s special Blessing, he could shortly burst out the power equivalent to a level three grand knight. However, despite that, the attacker still managed to escape.


Haulies would not let the attacker just flee away like this. He started to contact the leader of the group of the night watchers as well as the cardinals, and also was ready for a thorough searching.


...


Alongside the ca.n.a.l behind Haulies, there was a fancy restaurant, and Lucien was in one of the booths of the restaurant’s washroom.


A small cl.u.s.ter of fire appeared above Lucien’s fingertips, and then he burnt down the clothes and hat that he was just wearing.


Now he was wearing a dark-red s.h.i.+rt, black trousers and leather shoes.


This was how Lucien dressed when he first went out from his hotel room in the morning. Last night, he hid all his outfit in this washroom.


After the burning smell was gone, Lucien quickly threw the broken monocular and the shoes that he was wearing into the ca.n.a.l through the washroom window.


Then, he tidied himself up a little bit, walked out of the washroom and entered a balcony of the restaurant.


In the balcony, Grace was walking back and forth nervously. Seeing that Lucien finally came back, she hurriedly asked, "Mr. Evans, did you hear the explosion?"


Grace was too nervous to notice that it took Lucien more than fifteen minutes to come back from the washroom. And, of course, it was not a big deal either that one spent fifteen minutes in washroom.


"I heard it as well. It was horrible." Lucien closed the balcony door from behind, "I tried to look out from the washroom window but did not see anything. We can ask the waiter later what happened over there. Don’t be nervous. We’re fine, Grace."


Grace nodded and took a couple of deep breaths, "You’re right, Mr. Evans. Let’s continue. You just mentioned that my fingerings were…"


Lucien already switched himself back into his music mood, after he did all these things to fulfill his mission within fifteen minutes.


"Yes, that’s right… You’re still sticking to your previous practice to some degree," explained Lucien, "But this is not necessarily a bad thing. As a pianist, you gotta find your own style…"


Lucien was definitely an authority in piano playing, and he had a very profound understanding of it. Grace frequently nodded as she was listening to him very carefully.


About more than half an hour later, a waiter knocked at the door gently.


"Yes?" Grace was not happy that her lesson was interrupted.


"Ms. Grace, two knight squires from the Church need to search the place," answered the waiter politely.


The balcony was booked under Grace’s name.


"Well… let them in, then," said Grace. Although she was already quite well-known in Sturk, she still needed to respect the Church.