Chapter 64 The Big Shots (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  A dignified, calm and gentle purple color, on the carriage is also engraved with a family crest, in the middle is a powerful metal armor arm, it holds a silver shield, and around the armor arm is a circle of bright purple violets symbolizing nobility and elegance, outside the violets is a circle of embattled pattern lines.

  This is the coat of arms of the Valoric family, also known as "The Shield of Truth" apart from their nickname "Violets".

  The carriage stopped in front of the red carpet of the Hall of Song, with guards standing on both sides. The nobles who had just entered the Hall of Song left their seats again and waited in the entrance hall under the leadership of Count Hein and Count La Fayette to welcome Grand Duke Vauriot, while musicians such as Victor, Rhein, and Lucien waited far away in a small entrance hall.

  The carriage door behind opened, and a woman in a black elegant evening dress stepped out. She had a head of bright purple long hair, thicker eyebrows than ordinary women that flew into her temples at an angle, which combined with her deep, dreamy purple pupils did not look coarse, but rather gave off a sense of grandeur and clarity. Adding to this was her straight nose and neither too thick nor too thin pale red lips, truly making her a stunning beauty. Compared to Sylvia who seemed like a lily flower, she was like a blooming violet.

  She is Countess Violetta Natasha.

  The serious and powerful middle-aged woman Lucien had seen before was always following behind Princess Natasha, not leaving her for half a step.

  Natasha, a five-level great knight, was half a head taller than most men. She walked in front of the horse carriage with her long and powerful legs, opened the door for her father, Duke Vaolet, and helped him get out.

  Valoric also had a head of purple hair, but due to his age being over sixty and having experienced the loss of his wife and eldest son, he didn't have Natasha's unparalleled knight talent. He only had the strength of a second-level knight, which was basically achieved through the secret medicine of the church and family. As a result, the purple color showed silver white, and the old age brought elegance.

  He and Natasha have three or four similarities, even at this age, he is a handsome gentleman who makes girls scream, with more mature flavor than other young people. As a devout believer, he has poured all his emotions into his wife, and in these ten years, there has never been any scandal.

  At that time, when he was still Earl of Violet, the love story of Duke Valorete was a classic sung by many minstrels. He was sent to the Kingdom of Holm across the Storm Strait and fell in love with the king's princess, his only daughter. After overcoming countless evil obstacles, they finally became an enviable couple.

  Under Natasha's support, Grand Duke Vareiot slowly walked from the carriage to the red carpet, looking at the sacred and solemn hymn hall that had not changed much since he could remember, thinking about his life, and as he thought, he turned his head to look at his daughter, now his only worry and concern was her, she made him proud, but also had many things that made him unacceptable and couldn't help but smile bitterly, with a stronger personality than men.

  The entrance hall was right in front of them, and Grand Duke Varencourt collected his thoughts, maintaining a dignified smile as he exchanged greetings with the nobles loyal to his family, including Count Heinrich and Count Lafati. Meanwhile, Natasha smiled faintly and nodded, seeming both at ease with the social ritual and detached from it all, until she spotted Silvia in the small entrance hall, whereupon she broke into a radiant smile and made a slight curtsy with her right hand on her chest.

  Witnessing this scene, Lucien suddenly felt a bit strange. With his extensive knowledge of "group books", the behavior between Natasha and Sylvia just now seemed to be: "What a waste..." Although he didn't think that he would get entangled with them, Lucien couldn't help but feel sorry for other men.

  The Earl of Hain smiled after performing the knight's courtesy to his lord, saying: "Your Highness, let's go in. If we old guys are here, the young people won't be able to relax."

  His son, Viscount Harlington, a handsome young man with a fiery personality, was chatting with Princess Natasha. The concert in the Orangery was an important event for music-loving aristocrats, but the socializing beforehand was just as significant.

  The Grand Duke of Val Orit looked at Viscount Harrington with a faint pity and expectation, then shook his head: "Wait a minute, Cardinal Sald will also come to the concert this time."

  Golden short hair, with a hood, Count Lafatier and others suddenly became quiet. The host of the church in the Principality of Valois, Cardinal Sald, a member of the College of Cardinals, Pastor of the Holy Spirit, Bishop Sald, who had been living a semi-reclusive life, would also come to listen to the concert?

  Is this matter really so serious? Isn't it just some small disturbance caused by low-ranking magicians, black knights, or cultists?

  Before they could even ask, a simple and unadorned carriage with only the emblem of truth on its side panel arrived at the entrance of the Great Hymnal Hall, driven by two knights clad in silver full-body armor that did not appear cumbersome. Under their ceremonial assistance, an elderly man emerged wearing a plain white robe and a soft white hat, his hair completely white, looking ordinary and kind, like a gentle old neighbor.

  As they watched Cardinal Saldor walk steadily, the nobles all had a thought in mind: "The cardinal looks nothing like a strong man over two hundred years old."

  Inside the small entrance hall, with Sard's appearance, Lucien felt a warmth in his spiritual power that was sealed within him by the anti-magic array, as if it were illuminated by holy light.

  "Has his soul reached such a terrifying level?!" Lucien exclaimed in surprise, realizing that the Saint Chorister had hidden the Ice Snow Avenger in the laboratory before coming, and had been suppressing his spiritual power all along, smoothly passing through the guardian's inspection, and experiencing the terror of the anti-magic array, which was the feeling that his own spiritual power could not be detected at all, and he was completely unable to cast spells.

  As for Sard, since he was hardly unknown in Alto, Lucien had also heard of him and understood that he was a Holy Spirit Pastor, one of the strongmen in the so-called legendary domain of this world, standing at the pinnacle of the world.

  Such figures are rare even within the Church of Truth, and it is said that among all the cardinals, there are only a dozen or so who are Holy Spirit Shepherds. Even if you add in the leaders of some of the church's affiliated knightly orders, the heads of the tribunals, and the chiefs of the ascetic monks, according to rumors Lucien has heard, there shouldn't be more than thirty in total. And this is the strongest power in the entire world, including other dimensions.

  As Lucien gazed in awe at the mighty Cardinal Sald, Rhein stood beside him with his hands clasped tightly together and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if afraid of being scorched by that invisible holy light.

  His expression was so suspicious that Lucien had been secretly observing him for a long time, and just as Lucien was about to withdraw his gaze, Laine seemed to have sensed something, turned his head, and suddenly made eye contact with Lucien.

  Lucien didn't panic, but instead calmly met Rhein's gaze, the corners of Rhein's mouth curling up into a faint smile.

  The two naturally withdrew their gaze and looked towards Cardinal Saldorf, who had already walked into the entrance hall.

  Valoric stepped forward, took Sarder's right hand in his own, bent his knee slightly and kissed it with the courtesy of a knight: "Veritas odium parit."

  This is not a flattery of Sardes, but in this occasion, the royal power's reverence for divine power.

  Saldes helped Vorotynev to his feet: "Your Highness, I am delighted to see you looking so well and our dear Natasha growing more like a knight every day."

  The two men supported each other, walking into the grand hall of psalms, Natasha slightly lagging behind half a step, supporting Sald's other arm, while the other nobles followed in strict order according to their respective ranks and relationships with their lords.

  As the nobles entered the hymnal hall, Viktor smiled at Rhein and said, "We should go backstage to prepare. Lucien, you wait here for your friends and bring them to the small viewing platform on the west side of the hall."

  Most of Lot's friends, including Hierodotus, were nobles who did not want to go to that small platform and lose the opportunity for socializing. As for Phyllis, her uncle and cousin were high-ranking officials with great power and influence, and they were the objects of admiration and attention in such social gatherings. Watching their backs, Phyllis sighed softly and walked in with Victor and others.

  Outside the small entrance hall, only Butler Ais and Lucien stood here, one waiting for Viktor's relatives, and the other waiting for his own friend.

  Before long, Lucien saw a carriage that seemed to be pressed into motion come over, and Evan, dressed in an adorable little suit, jumped down from it, followed by the long-absent John, who looked even more upright and handsome after putting on his suit, with his blond hair shining brightly under the light.

  Evan supported Joel, John supported Elisa who was almost bursting out of her evening dress as they stepped down from the carriage. Lucien rushed over and gave John a punch on the shoulder with a smile: "I thought you weren't coming."

  John chuckled and threw a weak punch on Lucien's shoulder: "Lucien, I'll definitely come to listen to the premiere of your music."

  Then he gave Lucien a knight's hug: "Let me tell you some good news, my strength has been upgraded to the level of a high-ranking knight attendant."

  "It's one good thing after another." Lucien led them into the small hall, at which time Elena also arrived in a carriage, her slender figure clad in a tight pale yellow dress, her carefully made-up face, although not as beautiful as Sylvia and Natasha, but still pure and lovely like an angel.

  Jorel glanced at Lucien and smiled, "Little Evans, you've got a pretty good girl here. Little John hasn't even held her hand yet."

  Even John, who was normally calm and composed, couldn't help but blush at this, apparently he was still a rookie in this aspect. Of course, Lucien was no better, neither in his past life nor in this one.

  "Nothing, just friends." Lucien explained awkwardly, his current goals being magic, knowledge, and the Magical Council.

  Then Lucien led them through a small doorway into a little box on the west side, which was far from the hall and had only twenty seats.

  …………

  The Earl and above nobles sat down in the well-positioned box, then Duke Vaurite asked Bishop Sard beside him: "Bishop, what's the result of this time's Baron Laurent's case?"

  Although the City Watch and the Duchy's intelligence agency were also investigating, they couldn't compare to the Tribunal, as well as the high-ranking priests who claimed to receive revelations from the God of Truth.

  Bishop Sard looked benevolently at the band as they took the stage, seemingly nonchalantly saying: "It should be the Duke of that place in Hell, his predecessor was sealed by the ancient magic empire in a certain place in the Dark Mountains, he has been trying to find him and then absorb him."

  "But in this case, he should be more secretive." Natasha asked doubtfully, "And the magicians also have a hand in it."

  Sarld nodded: "The main thing is to reveal to me, indeed there are other conspiracies, so I am still judging based on the information from other countries and the literature of the ancient Hillvannas Magic Empire. As for those magicians, they are just a few apprentices and a mysterious 'professor' from the headquarters of the Magic Council, but he is not very powerful, with only three or four rings, no need to worry too much."

  "From the headquarters of the Magical Council?" asked both Vauriot Grand Duke and Natasha at the same time, with equally strange expressions.