A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 244 Unexpected Speech Situation

This statement caused an uproar among those attending the memorial service, except for club members. This conclusion had already been reached during the gathering (the one where Pascal was absent).

Maxim pressed his hands together lightly. He possessed a natural leadership quality, and his resolute eyes conveyed a sincere and convincing magic. With just one gesture, he captivated the entire audience. Even those who didn't know him fell completely silent, waiting for this distinguished colleague of the deceased to continue.

"I still vividly remember my conversation with the gentleman in the first ten days of the month. Gentlemen, how would he perform when a fighter for the weak against the strong achieves a great victory? There was no smugness; I only saw the gentleman's composure and wisdom as he poured out his deep concerns about the kingdom to me."

"He was quick-witted, disciplined in his diet, physically robust, and had a gentle, ruddy complexion. Such a man, praised by any doctor, a role model both physically and mentally, was declared dead suddenly! Did they think Monsieur Messière was a bloated, debauched aristocrat?"

Pascal learned from conversations with others that Messier was only 42 years old. For someone who was well-fed, healthy, and had no worries about food or clothing, this age was indeed the tail end of his prime. His sudden death inevitably raised suspicions.

He was proud to be a person of use to his fellow countrymen;

"He will make the most of his talent for studying the law and advocating for justice;

"He dared to tell the powerful of the time, 'You have committed a crime,' and then fearlessly stepped forward to face a dangerous and despicable enemy. He must have known that revenge and hatred, mixed with jealousy, would defeat him."

"This is always the fate of great men."

Maxim's gaze swept over the attendees, from the silent cemetery to the silent walls, piercing through the marketplace and the palace.

He is a lawyer who, at this moment, becomes a judge and delivers the above "judgment" to his future self and others like him.

"In Mr. Messier's case defending the farmers, we see in the original judgment the barbaric prejudice of those who consider themselves civilized and noble, and that our laws are always particularly cruel and merciless to the suffering."

"This is a huge and undeniable reality: when the gavel falls, it crushes the poor, the unfortunate, and the nameless, yet it is ignored by other citizens! Weakness is not a sin, but it is repeatedly condemned in life and in the courtroom."

His speech went straight to the heart. At first, Messier's friends and family were dissatisfied with the lawyer, thinking that his memorial service described the deceased too little and did not sincerely praise him. Now they quickly realized that the energetic, passionate and righteous lawyer in front of them was Messier's successor, and even surpassed his master.

"Gentlemen, why are there so many poor people?" Maxim's speech drew to a close, his resounding words echoing among the tombstones:

"Because greedy hands are superior to hardworking hands, and they take away all wealth."

"Why are fathers, mothers and children exposed to the cold, without a sturdy roof to shelter them from the wind and rain? Because someone tirelessly builds mansions, castles and palaces."

"The power and money of those in power have brought everything that has made Valois and our nation weak, powerless, and ignorant. Every day, luxury is consuming the necessities of life for thousands of people."

As a complement, he produced a pamphlet that everyone recognized, "A Financial Report to His Majesty the King," which blatantly revealed how the nobles and the king divided the spoils.

The audience responded with enthusiastic applause, which was both a sign of respect for the deceased and a testament to the speaker's approval.

Pascal was equally excited, his enchanted stenographer running at full speed. Ever since the club members discovered his impressive shorthand skills, Thor's role had successfully evolved into that of a meeting recorder, or simply ( ).

Just as everyone was immersed in a mixture of sadness and excitement, two incongruous individuals barged into the cemetery. They were not there to pay their respects, but rather to reveal their ferocious faces.

"What are you two doing here!" Maxim, who was positioned at the lectern and had a direct view of the cemetery entrance, was the first to spot the suspicious visitors. Despite it being summer, they were wearing wide-brimmed hats and grey trench coats.

The two intruders did not reply. They also looked at Maxim, who was standing a head taller in the center of the crowd, and actually pulled out a shotgun from their trench coats, raised it, and began to aim.

The flintlock musket was loaded, the trigger was pulled, and an ominous roar and smoke instantly filled the resting place.

"No!" The crowd screamed. The bullet did indeed hurtle straight toward Maxim, but the moment he raised his gun, Pascal had already begun casting a spell, causing the bullet to be trapped in a static field before it entered the crowd.

When the smoke cleared, the killer discovered that his attempt had failed and no one was injured.

Maxim calmly assessed the situation. He jumped off the dangerous "stage" and simultaneously directed the panicked crowd: "Citizens, calm down! Reloading weapons takes time. Evacuate, find gravestones for cover, but don't fall!"

Once the ladies and some of the older people had moved aside, Maxim was relieved to see that most of the club members were not intimidated by the attack; they were all staring at the enemy behind the tombstones, while gripping their canes and swords tightly.

The attackers were taken aback at first, but upon seeing the suspended projectile, they quickly realized that there was a spellcaster among the target group!

"Damn it, they didn't say there was a tough one!"

"There's a French dog, get out of here!" After a brief exchange, the two turned and ran.

Floran tackled Pascal with good intentions, but in doing so, he successfully restricted Pascal's movements.

"Falcon!" The enemy's voice wasn't loud, but the mage heard it clearly. Pascal gritted his teeth, rolled over, and shoved the panicked Floran aside.

Maxim also noticed the gunman's attempt to escape: "Brave men of the club, the enemy has fled! Those confident in their skills, go after him! The rest of you, organize the ladies and gentlemen to leave this place."

Fortunately, our lawyer, driven by a sense of justice, did not simply send others to their deaths. He took the lead, leaping out from behind Messier's tombstone, drawing a rapier from his cane, and charging towards the enemy.

Pascal also got up from the muddy grass. He didn't bother to clean the dirt off his body. He quietly cast the [Spirit Armor] spell on himself and Maxim, and then used magic to stimulate his thigh muscles, overtaking Maxim in the chase.

"Thor, the enemy may have finished loading by now. Be careful," Maxim reminded Pascal during the raid.

"It's okay, I'm no longer an 'apprentice'."

However, the other party also seemed to be extraordinary, moving with incredible speed, and the distance between them was gradually increasing. It looked like they were about to use the city's buildings to their advantage and shake off their tail.

Pascal clearly lacked talent in first-person shooter games, missing his opponent several times with his spells.

"Oh, is this Andrei's new home? Isn't it too close to the cemetery?" Rorschach accompanied Andrei to the downstairs of his new home. The decor and security here were indeed much better, but there was an old cemetery nearby.

However, there are plenty of skeletons underground in Valuwana, so it's not a big problem.

Andrei replied with a smile, "Can't that make the rent cheaper? Professor Rorschach, thank you for your company, goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

Luo Xia had barely taken a few steps when he was nearly bumped into by two guys who seemed to be in a hurry to be reborn. Before he could even unleash his national treasure, he heard his senior brother shout:

"Roheisenburg, stop those two ahead!"

(End of this chapter)