Oscar Houston was the youngest son of the Duke of Houston whom Lucian and Elizabeth met in the small room when they were escaping from the marrow-eating bird.
Later, the rescue team took Oscar and...
Now Elizabeth has been replaced.
"Do you remember the summoning circle leading to the abyss rift in the Duke Houston's basement? It seems that it is the masterpiece of this hidden young master." Lucian said softly, "As the youngest son of the most famous family in the kingdom that devoutly believes in the God of Light, he secretly connects with the Fallen Cross that believes in the Fallen God and even introduces monsters into his own home. Oscar Houston is a very good actor."
He said this with a cheerful tone, as if he found this matter very interesting.
"This is not surprising. Duke Houston has always regarded this son born with a disability as a shame. If he could choose, he would never let this son be born." Wade said.
Lucian looked at the closed back door of the flower shop, thinking about Oscar Houston whom he saw in the small room that day, the rescue team that happened to appear, and Mrs. Haley who wanted to buy Elizabeth's paintings and meet her in person... It seemed that this whole drama was a setup to take Elizabeth away.
If Elizabeth had not been anxious to ask Lucian for clarification, and therefore ended her conversation with Madam Hayley early and left the room, she would have been by Madam Hayley's side at the moment the monster attacked, and would have lost her guard due to the chaos, and would have been taken away by Madam Hayley in the end.
But why did they go to so much trouble to kidnap Elizabeth
"Someone came out." Wade said.
The flower shop owner who handed the lily to Lucian came out from the back door. He walked hurriedly, afraid that people would see him. After he left, Wade took Lucian out from the corner of the street. He took out two gray hooded cloaks from somewhere, threw one to Lucian, and put on the other himself.
The flower shop owner was extremely alert along the way. He kept looking back to see if there were any followers. Lucian watched the owner keep looking back and whispered to Wade, "Why didn't he see us?"
"Because of the authority of the demons." Wade answered simply.
Oh, the blood drop that the demons got from the God of Creation controls darkness. Darkness includes night, shadows, and dreams. Under the cover of "shadows", hiding is not a problem at all.
The florist finally stopped at an abandoned mailbox. He took out a letter from the mailbox. When he took out the letter, Wade's fingers moved. Then, the florist walked two ways, found a long-awaited carriage in the alley, and drove in two directions.
"What's in the letter?" Lucian asked.
"The letter said that the potion material he was waiting for would appear at the 'small gathering' after the night market auction tonight," said Wade, "and it also included a sentence 'please bring what she needs and thank her for getting this precious treasure by the deadline he urgently needed.'"
"she?"
"It's a woman's handwriting."
The so-called "night market" is naturally a black market where some marginal figures in the royal city trade the items they need. The night market is a mixed bag, including nobles who buy and sell slaves, gray-robed or black-robed wizards who privately trade dangerous medicinal materials and illegal parchment scrolls (although wizards who master spells have always been excluded by the Church, gray-robed wizards are dangerous wizards certified by the Church who delve into evil spells, while white-robed wizards are ordinary wizards, and red-robed wizards are wizards with a friendly attitude from the Church), and various trading items that cannot appear in public. When Lucian was the Son of God, he led people to clear out this heretical "night market" several times for the sake of the Church's face.
Of course, Lucian also knew that due to the involvement of the Pope and several cardinals in the slave trade, the so-called "cleansing" was just a face-saving project or even a way to eliminate dissidents. Some of the night market merchants who were extremely harmful and related to the interests of the Holy See had already withdrawn under the notice of the Pope's men.
However, as the Son of God who is bright, gentle, upright and holy, he naturally does not know the twists and turns behind it.
Naturally, he was hated by most of the merchants in the "night market". I believe that after his scandal broke out, these night market merchants would applaud privately.
But despite this, he was very curious about what the florist was going to get and about the woman who wrote to him.
"Are you sure you want to take me to the night market, Master Wade?" Lucian blinked deliberately and said, "You should remember that I was responsible for clearing the night market, right? There are all my enemies. After hearing about your scandals, these people should be the happiest."
Lucian was certain that Wade would take him to the night market because of these words. He believed that Wade would want to see his expression of humiliation and fear of being recognized when he was forcibly taken to the night market.
But he didn't expect that Wade would reach out and call out the guard hiding in the dark: "Griffin."
The gray-haired guard appeared in front of the two men, knelt on one knee and said, "Yes."
"Take him back to the palace," said Wade.
Lucian: ?
Oh, does Wade mean to throw him back to the palace and go to the night market alone
This plot is wrong!
Griffin took the order to bring Lucian back to the night market. The white-haired succubus was reluctant to leave, and when he grabbed Wade's sleeve, Wade, who was about to continue tracking the flower shop owner, turned around and clearly showed an expression of "What are you going to trouble again?"
Lucian: …
"… Forget it." Wade said, "Come up."
Lucian got on Vader's carriage again. The succubus's tail hidden in her cloak slapped the seat up and down in pleasure.
This night market is located in the old city, across a river and a long bridge over the river is the most dangerous slum in the entire royal city. Villains, thieves, prostitutes, sexual perverts, fake pharmacists, vagrants, kidnappers... the lowest people in the royal city gather here.
After getting off the carriage, Lucian looked at the gray shantytown on the other side of the river and said, "This place looks familiar..."
"Can't you even remember the places you visited as a child?" Wade sneered.
“I’ve been there… How could I have been there?” Lucian stepped carefully, not letting his soles step into the dirty water. “It’s so dirty and messy here, …”
"So you also know that it would be weird for you to be here."
"ah?"
Vader didn't say anything, but he was obviously in a bad mood. Night had already fallen, and he reached out and impatiently pulled down Lucian's hood to hide his long silver hair.
"Let's go." He said, "Since you wanted to follow me, be quiet on the way. If you dare to make a sound and cause trouble for me, I will kill you."
Lucian: ... How come she gave birth again
He walked beside Wade, heading towards the "night market". It was not until he entered the dimly lit area that Lucian remembered when Wade said he had been here before.
—It was when he was a child and took Wade back to Cecil Manor here.
Lucian: …
Oh, he did not forget that in Wade's mind at that time he was "an inexplicably domineering young master" and "a plundering dog aristocrat."
The night market was still a familiar scene. But the difference was that this time Lucian was not wearing white clothes to command the paladins to search and inspect the place. He followed behind Wade wearing a gray hood, and his eyes swept over the human skin scrolls, soul-enchanting grass, forbidden books, and spellcasting props made of elf leg bones in the shops.
Most people who come here conceal their identities, so it is not uncommon to see Lucian and Wade wearing masks and cloaks. There is no loud noise in the night market, only small voices of talking and trading. The most dangerous items are often not put out in the open, and only after a secret signal is given will the vendor hand over what he is selling.
The auction was held in a hall in the basement of the night market, and it cost one gold pound to enter. Wade was very good at finding the route. Lucian was walking towards this place when he heard the wailing of slaves in the corner.
The one who wailed was an ugly goblin. The goblin tried to escape from the cage, but was whipped by the slave trader. In the iron cage behind it, more than a dozen slaves were imprisoned in shackles. Some of them were beastmen, some were dwarves, and some were ugly demons. There were no feather tribes, elves, succubi, or fairies with fish tails, which were slightly more advanced and more beautiful.
"Sir, there is nothing high-end here. It's all low-quality stuff that's useless."
Perhaps they noticed his gaze, or perhaps they saw that he was either rich or noble, so a slave trader came up to talk to Lucian. Just as many nobles were looking for slaves, slave traders were also looking for suitable buyers. Lucian turned around and saw that the seller who was talking to him was actually an acquaintance.
When he was the Holy Son, he personally threw this slave trader into prison during the raid. He hated this slave trader with a scar on his face. He felt a little amusement in it, so he simply changed his voice and said, "... inferior goods?"
"The real good stuff is not sold here, like those beautiful elves and feathered creatures with wings..."
Lucian was about to tease him a few more times when a cold voice came from his side: "Oh? Really?"
The man's hand gently pinched the back of his neck, and Lucian subconsciously shrank back. The man said, "Besides these, are there any demons?"
"Demons? You mean..." The man thought that business was coming, so he chuckled twice and lowered his voice, "You mean succubus?"
"Succubus are good stuff. If you have tried them, you will know that both male and female ones have their own unique flavor. They are more fun to play with than feather tribes, more durable than elves, and more versatile than fairies. Take them home and take good care of them. They are tight and smooth. During the war, they were the most popular." The vendor winked and said, "But unfortunately, the number of succubus is very limited these days. The last time we finally got a dark gray one, it was snatched up in an instant. Even the boss behind this night market has recently asked people to get some better stuff back for you to try..."
The "big man" behind the night market was naturally the organizer of the night market, a gray-robed wizard with profound magical powers. He was on the Vatican's wanted list for many years, but the Vatican was always helpless. Lucian had dealt with him several times when he was clearing out the night market.
"Do you understand?" Wade pinched the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, "If you dare to do anything tricky again, I will sell you out."
Lucian uttered a soft sound of acknowledgment.
The vendor lowered his voice and said, "Because of that rumor, many people want to buy a meal replacement to try... Hehe, you know. The former Holy Son of the Church of Light turned out to be a succubus. In the past, he always brought people here to clear out the evil. He looked like a holy flower from the high mountains... Tsk tsk. It's a pity that he has been executed by the emperor. What a pity. If it were me, I would keep him and play with him. That waist, those legs, are really... I wonder what the former Holy Son will become after becoming a succubus without that holy robe... Oh!"
A strong smell of blood came from the dealer's throat. He covered his throat, bent down, and vomited blood in horror. He was even unable to speak. At the same time, the two people in front of him also disappeared.
Lucian was dragged by Wade all the way to the east. Wade's aura was violent, and he didn't stop until they reached a corner where no one was around. He then set up a barrier to block his vision, lifted his mask, and bit Lucian fiercely.
“Hmm!”