The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 2 Comes by Its Own

A faint light pierced through the red clouds and illuminated the quiet square of the Aderan church in the dark night. The small sun held by the bishop had lost its light and hung on the bishop's chest, then the bishop turned around and walked to the church.

In the middle of the square, the black-robed beautiful mage had been burned to ashes, but her crazy laughter and curses seemed to still echo. Many people could not resist and involuntarily shivered, looked around, and followed the bishop into the church, repented of their sins under the care of God, and prayed sincerely.

The dazzling white light seemed as if it was still ahead, and the holy and majestic power it contained could still be faintly felt. Under this shock, Lucian had accepted his own identity and buried all the past deep in his heart, to the point of not daring to show any difference.

"What a powerful magic power, do I have a chance to learn it."

Lucian thought in shock physically and mentally. There was no admiration that an ordinary person should have, and suddenly, a huge force patted Lucian's left shoulder, making his body tilt left involuntarily, and almost lose stability.

"Oh, my poor little Evans, you're okay. It's all God's blessing, I thought you'd be like your father who got sick and could never get up again. Thank God for keeping such a wonderful good person like you alive."

After being patted like this, Lucian had already come to his senses from his shock and returned to his senses. He saw a brown-haired old woman standing beside him wiping away tears as she patted his left shoulder with her right hand.

Lucian avoided a little so as not to vomit blood because it was patted continuously. Lucian opened his mouth, but realized that he could not say a word, because he did not know the identity of this aunt. All he knows is his full name.

Lucian's avoidance made his aunt even sadder, "My poor little Evans, you must have been sick to forget, look at your increasingly thin little face."

As he spoke, Lucian felt very awkward. He crossed time and space here. So other than being able to understand and speak the language here, he had not inherited any memories. If he misrepresented, perhaps he would be accused of having been possessed by a demon. But of course, in terms of logic, this Lucian body event can indeed be said to be possessed by a demon.

Fortunately, at this moment a middle-aged man standing next to a fat aunt patted the fat aunt while comforting, "Elisa, little Evans has just recovered. He must be very weak, so don't bother him anymore. Ivan, quickly help your mother, we go home together."

This middle-aged man was very thin with a slightly curved back and short blonde hair that was slightly grayed. The structure of his face is good, can be seen good looks during his youth.

But in Lucian's eyes, the middle-aged uncle was like an angel with a circle of white light that saved him from the awkwardness and tension just now.

“Aunt Elisa, I've healed, just still a little dizzy.” Lucian was still holding back his words in order not to mispronounce.

Ivan, the boy who brought Lucian to see the witch-burning scene, also helped him by saying, "Sister Lucian is not the type of loser who gets sick just once instantly dies, you're the only one who still thinks he still needs to be treated."

Aunt Eliza wiped her tears, "My little Evans, I'm glad to see you're okay. It's all the evil witch's fault for going to hell."

Helped standing by Ivan, Aunt Eliza walked forward slowly and nagged: "When she had just moved into the house next to you, how calm, beautiful and gentle she was. I still think that little John could marry such a girl, then it was a blessing from God. But it turns out that he is a witch and even wants to steal the remains of corpses in the cemetery to do evil magic. Fortunately, the glory of God shines through everything. Back then, there was a night watchman patrolling the grave, and instantly caught him. If he manages to prepare the evil magic, we don't know how many people will die in Aderan's district."

Walking behind with his middle-aged uncle, Lucian broadly understood what had happened from Aunt Eliza's nagging. The witch was captured by the church's night watchman while stealing a corpse in a grave. As his neighbor, he was also interrogated by the church. The church may have used some magical means to exclude the original Lucian from suspicion, but it also caused him to suffer mental or physical damage, and eventually get seriously ill and die, he said, so that he can enter this body.

Seeing Lucian not speaking, the middle-aged uncle patted Lucian on the shoulder and comforted him in a whisper, "Elisa is always nagging like that, just assume not to hear."

Lucian didn't know what to say, so he just nodded his head.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Aunt Eliza's back and sighed softly, "Hhh, that Elisha was once a beautiful girl who was innocent and friendly. But since giving birth to little John, he was cursed by the devil and turned into what he is now in just one year.”

He seemed to be filled with emotions in his life, his eyes were quite deep, and then paused for a moment, "I can't beat him anymore."

Right after crossing space and time, he saw the power of holy magic with his own eyes. Lucian was greatly affected by the scene, so he simply smiled forcefully and did not answer directly, as he also did not know what to call this uncle.

Perhaps her uncle remembered too much of the past, so he got carried away and did not control his voice, so Elisha snorted, "Joel, you are a poet full of ideals and growing desires, even went to Alto to pursue the dream of music, but in the end also became a drunk."

Joel smiled shyly: "Alto is the city of psalms. Every day there are countless how many young people go there to pursue their musical dreams, but only a few succeed. Elisha anyway, since John was a kid, I haven't stopped drinking?"

Aunt Eliza turned her head and glared at him, "Luckily there is a blessing from God, you also know our hope is all with John and Ivan. Were it not for little John training every day, he might have been chosen by Sir Wayne, and went to his Manor to do regular knight training. If he can inspire divine grace in his lineage and become a true knight, he can be crowned by the grand duke and king to be a respected noble."

A sharp look made Joel shrink his shoulder, but Eliza quickly noticed Lucian, "Oh, sorry my little Evans, auntie didn't deliberately talk about this. You're also very talented, it's just that you didn't start practicing since you were a kid."

Realizing that her own words were getting painful the wound in Lucian's heart, Elisha hurriedly closed her mouth and motioned Joel's eyes to speak.

Joel laughed and patted Lucian on the shoulder again, "Where might our little Evans be so fragile. He's the one who's gonna inherit Uncle Joel's dream of being a musician."

An agitated Lucian smiled and said, "Yes, my dream is to become a musician."

Seeing that there was nothing strange about Lucian, Elisha kept nagging about all sorts of trivial things, but it gave Lucian a better understanding of the city he was in.

His current residence is the district of Aderan, where the poor gather in Alto, and he seems to have lost his job transporting goods in the market area because a few days ago he fell ill.

Soon, the four of them reached the hut where Lucian lived.

Aunt Eliza originally wanted to take Lucian to dinner together at their home, but Lucian, in desperate need of calm, politely refused.

As they parted, Ivan asked Lucian calmly and curiously, "Sister Lucian, since when did your dream of becoming a musician come to life?"

“Barusan.” Lucian moved his mouth stiffly.

Ivan simply replied, "Ooo." With length.

After entering the room and locking the door, Lucian sat down agitatedly, placed both his elbows on the wooden table, and buried his head on his elbow.

"I'm really crossing space and time."

"And come into the world with this inhuman force."

"If not careful, it could have been tied to the cross and burned alive."

All the feelings that came from witnessing the tragic end of the witch just now, erupted just like that while being alone. The incident really made Lucian surprised, anxious, and frightened.

Of course, as a man who has never experienced many major events, even though Lucian is a little closed and tends to panic easily when faced with something, Lucian is very, but he managed to stay calm in the face of the immense pressure until arriving home.

It is said that environmental changes and events are the most difficult for humans.

With the passage of time, the darkness gradually came, Lucian also adapted to his fear and became increasingly calm. Because it was already like this now, so no matter how scared, worried, and agitated he was, it would still not help anything. He could only take it step by step carefully this time around. Because if you die again, there is no certainty that you will cross space and time into another world again.

After recovering his emotions, suppressing thoughts and worries towards his parents and friends, once Lucian had just wanted to plan his life, a great hunger suddenly came, like a burning fire inside his stomach, and his saliva kept coming out.

Swallowing saliva, Lucian felt filling the stomach was a top priority, so he stopped thinking and walked over to the only chest in the room that could store things.

Inside the shabby crate, in addition to some clothes, Lucian saw two black bread-like foods, and seven brass coins that shone with a metallic light.

His hungry stomach had hindered Lucian's thinking. He had no energy to think about anything else, so he took a piece of the black bread and ate it.

"Crack." Lucian hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands. The teeth are almost dislodged, what bread is the stick?

After smelling it, Lucian reluctantly believes that this is indeed bread, only the hardness until it can be used as a stick to knock someone unconscious.

Resisting his hunger, Lucian took out the flint and steel from the chest again. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to light a fire on the wood under the stove and began to bake bread.

"Boiled Meat, Spicy Chicken Wings, Steamed Beef, Chicken Kung Pao." while baking bread, Lucian called the food good, until his saliva could not stop flowing.

The black bread was finally a little softer, Lucian who could not help but chew it straight away. It feels awful like chewing sawdust.

But Lucian was still devouring it, and while eating, he involuntarily sighed, "If eating this kind of food every day, it is better to just die. No, I have to make money, and get rid of this poor life."

"If I could learn magic, I could be a bishop and a priest." Lucian thought of the bishop and the well-dressed priest he saw in front of the church. The inhuman strength and noble status they possessed, he was unknowingly affected, "But, with my current condition, instead of going to church is tantamount to seeking death? Don't know if there's any other way to gain inhuman supernatural powers, such as divine grace."

"If I can't obtain such power, is there anything I learned in the previous world that would be useful in this world?"

After finishing his hunger, Lucian began to seriously analyze the way of survival. But when he had just recalled the knowledge he had learned, it suddenly seemed like there was something on his mind.

As soon as he was carefully noticed, Lucian couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Aren't these the books in the library? Are his things also crossing space and time with me?"

There were books throughout the entire library that were complete in his mind. The books were not like memory, but like projections, and the books were stored according to categories for Lucian to read.

The curious Lucian casually flipped through the books, but most of the books simply could not be opened.