The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 15 For Justice

Lucian felt dizzy, lying on the ground with pain all over his body, looking at the blazing sun in the morning on the blue sky. Silently inhaling a breath of fresh air, the pain in his body could not hide his soaring heart feelings, feelings of fortitude and determination to achieve the goal.

Once decided to learn magic, even though Lucian became more cautious and wary in the future, but he felt a kind of pleasant relaxation as if the feeling of a large stone suppressing his heart's desires had disappeared.

“This is really a strange, complex, and perverted mental activity.” The experience of Lucian experiencing the great events of these few days seems richer than the experience of the twenty years before Lucian came into this world. Lucian seemed to have become more mature, burying the emotions of anger and helplessness just now in his heart, as well as laughing at himself, "Maybe from the start I did want to learn magic, mastering incredible power, he said, get a better life, and get a higher status. The events of the past few days have seemed to just help me make a decision."

Elisha ran to Lucian's side and helped him to his feet: "Little Evans, are you okay?"

Lucian tried to move his hands, feet and body, his teeth clenching in pain: "It's okay, Aunt Elisha, they have no intention of killing me, just a few minor injuries."

Only then did Elisha feel relieved and started to get angry, "The damn criminals, disregarding the Duke's law. They'll be hanged, and they'll go to hell."

Angry at Aaron's gang, Elisha helps Lucian to sit inside his house, wash the blood on Lucian's face with clean water, and uses clean linen to stop the bleeding.

After doing all this, Elisha put his hands on his waist, looked at Lucian, and planned to ask what happened. But before he could ask, he suddenly remembered something, so asked with a pleading gaze, "Little John will be home Monday afternoon, please don't tell him about this. Little Evans, you know, he has an amazing love for knights and rules, and you're his best friend. If he finds out about this, he'll probably be looking into trouble with Aaron's gang, and if the problem gets bigger, he'll probably get kicked out by Mr. Wayne."

As a poor man, Elisha used to put himself in a weak position.

“Sure, I'm fine anyway, I'll keep it a secret from John.” Although Lucian is helpless now, but he believes he can get justice in the future and get Aaron's gang to end up ruined, so he agrees with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Aunt Elisha nodded with tears in her eyes, "Little Evans, you are really good."

“What do you want to hide from me?” Suddenly, John's magnetic voice sounded. John had no idea since when he had been standing at the door in a gray knight uniform.

Elisha's aunt said frantically, "No, nothing happened, little John turned out to be home early huh."

John walked into the house with a bitter smile, "Master Wayne was called away by His Majesty the Archduke, so I returned to the city of Alto. Mom, don't lie like that, I'm an adult. As an official knight officer, I've learned and experienced many things with Mr. Wayne, so I'm no longer the innocent child I used to be. Don't worry, I won't be careless."

After speaking with Elisha, John smiled and looked at Lucian, clapped his hands a few times, and said in a gentle and calm manner, "Your present appearance is much worse than when we were beaten together. All right, tell me, what's going on, I think a lot of the neighbors around are also supposed to see what just happened."

Lucian turned to look at Aunt Elisha. Seeing Aunt Elisha nod reluctantly, so she recounted the events from beginning to end, at this time Lucian felt the same pressure as Gary, Colaya from John.

Hearing to the end, John showed an angry expression, but did not lose his mind, quickly calmed down and laughed, "It looks like you really want to learn the letters yes Lucian, he said, but your intelligence is indeed the best among us. You may think of finding valuable trash."

Seeing that John was not angry or going to look for trouble in Aaron's gang, Aunt Elisha let out a long sigh of relief, "Little Evans, it's good that you have your own thoughts and efforts."

John turned his body and relaxed his shoulders, then walked to the kitchen a few steps away, found a sturdy wooden stick like a long sword, and said to Lucian, "I never thought I'd use this stick again, the stick I used in training."

Then she turned, "Mom, I'm out for a second huh."

"John's." Shouted Elisha, "You'll be thrown out like Mr. Wayne like this."

Lucian hurriedly said, "John, it's okay, I'm just a minor wound too."

John shook his head, "After becoming Master Wayne's official knight and adhering to knightly etiquette, he often taught us to advance the knight's spirit. Do not fear violence, protect the weak, guard the homeland, uphold justice and truth. My other colleagues may not care much, but I think this is the way I've believed in all my life."

"Lucian is my best friend, including weak and poor men, while Aaron's gang are criminals. If I don't come forward to uphold justice, it will violate the principles in my heart. Although I was not expelled, Master Wayne, such a disturbance would also continue to haunt my mind, and might make me unable to bring out the potential power of my bloodline. I'm sure Mr. Wayne will approve my actions."

"But, little John," Aunt Elisha still did not want John to leave, with a sad face on her face.

John smiled gently and hugged Elisha, "Lucian was just beaten and robbed. I won't go too far and cross the line, so I won't make any big trouble. Mom, believe me, look, I just have a stick."

Such condescension, plus the reassuring power brought by John's official knight status, finally made Elisha agree, nodding reluctantly, "Little John, you must be careful."

"Wait." Lucian's voice suddenly sounded.

John looked back at him strangely, "Why Lucian?"

Lucian stood up, John's mannerisms deeply touching his heart, as if there was blood boiling in his heart, smiled and said, "Go together."

Although Lucian's smile looks funny because of toothless tooth in the corner of the mouth, but John still sees Lucian's assertiveness, so do not refuse with a laugh, "No problem, just like childhood, well, well, there's still a stick in the kitchen."

Lucian found a wooden stick and held it in his hand. As he walked past Aunt Elisha, he whispered to comfort, "I'll take care of John and won't let him cross the line."

Not long after Jackson and Lucian leave, the two of them can easily figure out the whereabouts of the new thugs from the neighbors and passersby.

While chasing, John suddenly said, "Lucian, do you believe in justice?" The voice looked a little confused.

“Well I believe, what's up?” Lucian had no idea why John was asking this, so he replied carefully as usual.

John said midway through, "I also believe in justice, but I understand that I am not as great and brave as I just said. If it wasn't for you being my best friend, it doesn't seem like I would have demanded upholding the banner of knight justice to face Aaron's gang. I'm more used to measuring power. Once there was a major threat to my life or future, I would definitely choose to dodge and not dare to move forward, unless the big event was related to my family and friends. Maybe to me, justice is just a slogan."

"I think not, every knight has a top priority they want to protect. Some are fair, some are loyal, some are fearless, some are compassionate, while you are more in the family, only when you choose what you want to protect can you talk about justice. Otherwise, justice is just an uncertain and insignificant symbol."

It was only at this moment that Lucian realized that John was still a young man, just like himself, that Lucian at the same time flipped through the literature about knights in his mind, and set the language to entertain.

After a few days of getting used to it, Lucian became increasingly adept at opening libraries, and found that with his own thoughts, he could easily find the information he needed.

John's still a little confused, "Really?"

“Of course, with your strength, it's possible to do. Will you not fear violence, will protect the weak, and uphold justice?” Ask Lucian.

John nodded firmly: "Yes."

“So, John, you remain a knight demanding justice. After all, doing something that is impossible is not called upholding justice, but seeking death or carelessness. All it takes right now is to think of another way or take another way to reach its goal, unless there is no way out anymore." Lucian seemed to find himself quite suitable to be a psychological mentor.

John thought for a moment, seemed to be affected, and laughed, "Every time I ask Mr. Wayne about this, he always says I still lack life experience, wanting to find the key about this can't just rely on imagination. Well, it looks like the events of these few days have made you more mature. Lucian, who you say makes sense, hmm, but I still crave that kind of true justice."

"Mr Wayne once told us the story of the long sword of a legendary knight. After being combined with magical power, his sword was plain and simple, without the beautiful light, without the various colors displayed by the magical power, and without the inlaid gems, pearls, pearls, even his hand guards alone were made of ordinary wood, which was no different from the long swords that ordinary soldiers wore, inconspicuous, not even attracting the attention of nobles or other ordinary warriors."

"But its power is very strong, especially when it comes to fighting crime. But what impressed me the most were the words that were on his long sword: compared to pride and great power, justice was inferior and pale, but justice applies to everyone, be it rich or poor, high or low, in the peasant fields or in the fierce battlefields, justice is everywhere."

"This sentence resonates in my heart all the time."

"This long sword is called Pale Justice, but it unfortunately disappeared in the Dark Mountains along with a powerful celestial knight."

John's expression became longing and a little excited, he retreated to an invisible corner in confusion.

Looking at his performance, Lucian said in a joking tone, "Then our slogan today is, for justice!"

"Hahaha, for justice!" John said as he swung his wooden stick.

The two laughed happily, but Lucian quietly said in his heart that he did not mean to say the corner of his own teeth was not toothless.

A few minutes later, they both saw Jackson walking down the wide street of the market area, and a dozen thugs including Andre were still following Jackson.