The Black Scepter

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For a horror figure who is fearless and able to remove a third of the pillars of the Vatican's Holy See in a few days, the words "restraint" have not appeared in the mind for a long time.

After a long while, Ashkandi finally relieved her emotions, and no longer let her emotions affect her. She reached out and took out a simple cloth from the package she was carrying and threw it on the bed. She gently sat on the chair in front of the bed .

A shabby burlap cloth was in sharp contrast with Ashcandi's delicate face. She looked up at the guy lying on the bed with a complex look. She picked up a tavern and placed it on the bedside for art The atmosphere of "The Spear and the Shield of War" is quite helpless to start reading again.

This is the 14th time she has read this book-there is no other way to pass the time, Ashcandi can only read this third-rate knight literary novel again and again, but the purpose is only one.

Waiting for the guy who has been unconscious to wake up.

For her, who had a bad temper and even utterly disagrees, she could kill her and let her sit down and read a book. It seemed impossible.

And Murphy, who had been in bed for four days without any movement, finally lifted his eyelids at this time.

thirsty.

His mouth seemed to be stiff, and he tried to moisten his dry mouth with his tongue and saliva. Then he opened his mouth and took a hard breath, opening his heavy eyelids. The dim candle light in the room did not make him feel dazzling, but reflected The face of his eyes made him react after a long time.

Ashcandy the red eye, this is not what Murphy wants to see.

"...It's nice to see you alive."

After thinking for a long time, Murphy still squeezed a smiley face and said in a hoarse voice like a broken gong.

It's just that his eyes and cheeks, which were severely sunken due to malnutrition, were really like zombies, and there was no smile on his face.

Ashcandy was silent, but made Murphy stunned and poured a glass of water from the table next to him, and took it stiffly.

The extremely weak Murphy wanted to reach out and hold it, but missed it because of lack of strength. The glass fell to the ground and shattered in front of Ashkandi, splashing the floor with water stains.

Ashcandi, who had witnessed all this, still had no words, but his eyes were low, hesitating, reaching for his own glass, not speaking, and handing it to Murphy again.

Long-memory Murphy propped up, took a cup of cold water with his hands after taking the water cup, and then lowered his head to find that he was naked. The pants he wore were the ones he wore when he rescued Ashkandi, but It's already broken like a rag--

and many more.

Murphy's brain was chaotic, and it was not until now that it seemed that Ashkandi should not be the one in front of him. That was the cage full of magic circles, the dungeons of the heretical rulings deep underground, and the one flying. The locust pounced on his enemies until he returned to God again, and when he turned his gaze to Ashcandy, who was sitting in front of him in a quiet and ladylike manner, he still couldn't believe it...

Did you succeed?

"You need food, so don't talk nonsense first."

Ashcandi still has an undoubted strength, but at this time, Murphy felt... Once again hearing this kind of tone of speech, he had no longer the irritability and disgust when he faced her. Instead, he was still mixed. A touch of joy, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

The dark bread tasted extremely chewy, and Murphy just sat on the bed and ate a bed of crumbs.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, but Ashcandy was sitting on the chair, and it was very quiet. The pair of eternally proud eyes stared at Murphys, and he saw his bread eating process from beginning to end, but did not say a redundant word until Murphys. When she drank the water and put on the sackcloth she had made herself, she continued: "This time, it was even."

Murphy paused, reaching for a simple cloth belt. He was still weak, and when he stood up, there was still some fluttering under his feet, but he only answered a word about Ashkandi's words.

"Just I don't want to die."

Ashcandi did not answer as expected.

Murphy's eyes stared out of the window for a long time, and finally accepted the fact that he had been brought to this barren and almost birdless **** town by Ashcandi.

He just wanted to know what happened to the Meeks family and those members of the voodoo sect led by Connor. If the hard battle with Sandy, the white robe, was not the last moment, Murphy estimated Eventually, he and all his cards will die in that dark forest.

"How far is it from the Vatican?"

"I don't know. I flew all night to find this town. I stopped and never went out."

Ashcandi's answer was still stiff, but it was beyond what Murphy expected.

He looked up at Ashkandi, but he sighed: "Your power has been weakened a lot? I think the damage of the Holy Gun is not so easy to recover--"

Murphy hadn’t finished speaking, but he was stunned and unable to speak—because Ashcandi actually stretched out his hand without a word, and opened his chest, and his fair skin was exposed, which was only a few miles away from the heart. The scar of the centimeter appeared in Murphy's field of vision with a scary blood scar, shocking.

This seemingly ambiguous movement did not give Murphy much thought-he was not the animal dominated by the lower body, and at the moment looking at the wound, Murphy suddenly felt uncomfortably distressed, although with the woman in front of him It's not friendly or even a bit of hostility before, but at this moment he has forgotten everything he wanted to continue to say.

"Can it be restored?"

In the end, his voice asked hoarsely.

"Do you want it to recover?" Ashcandy kept his movements, staring at Murphy's eyes sharply and directly. "I don't want it to exist all the time, and my strength has always been affected. In the end, the threat to you is small. some?"

Murphy raised his eyelids, shook his head helplessly, but said nothing.

Ashcandy fell into silence, and finally re-tied his clothes. He got up and picked up a few things on the table and put them on the bed in front of Murphys.

Sulfuras Scepter, Phoenix Wood Wand, Naples Magic Steel Short Sword, Fragment of Lankinus' Gun.

Murphy didn't reach for these things, but raised his head and asked, "You came here with me and the Holy Gun?"

Ashcandi looked at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Murphy, who wanted to say something, pursed his lips, or lowered his head and gently put on several layers of clothes with the fragments of the sacred gun wrapped in burlap-as a sacred object in the sacred object, restraint for all dark species It is absolutely unimaginable, even if Ashkandi does not touch it, it will cause all dark creatures to be injured in the room where it exists, not to mention holding the holy weapon to fly overnight.

For Ashcandi, this is almost chronic suicide.

It was just that she did it, and there were no complaints, not even mentioning it, and Murphy was even more mixed-hearted.

Ashcandy said no more nonsense, seeing that Murphy was fine, got up and left the room and walked to the next door. It seemed that he wanted to have a rest, but Murphy, who didn’t know how many days he was in a coma, watched her. After leaving, he walked weakly to the humble desk. The "Lance and the Shield of the Warriors" above had a sentence written at the beginning of the volume: "It is not ideal to build a country, but iron and blood."

Murphy thought for a moment, reached for the quill pen and parchment, and wrote out the purpose of the handwriting with great purpose——

Find your own cards and expand them.

The heretical verdict has not been annihilated, and the Vatican Holy See will not give up wanting on himself. It is just that while his head is buckled with the title of "Continent’s First Heretic" and Ashkandi is almost side by side, what he needs is more than Ashkandi has a more powerful enthusiasm and card instead of escaping like a mouse and waiting to die.

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What kind of person is Murphy?

Ashcandi had never thought about such a problem before. The Murphys in her eyes—whether she is the black eyed or the red eyed she, only signed him when he was a **** luck. The boy of the servant contract.

His strength is negligible, and there is nothing that can surprise Ashkendi, who stands at the peak of the dark order, from talent to potential.

His character? A child, who would think about his personality? Anyway, sooner or later they are going to die.

But these ideas, like the heresy ruling, collapsed in a few minutes.

There are many people in the whole mainland who want to tear down the heretical referee, but they are capable of doing so. Ashcandi really cannot pick out a few, but have the courage to do so~www.readwn.com~ She can be sure that this number Is zero.

Even myself, I never thought of rushing directly to the heretics court and the entire Vatican Holy See-that is not a hero, that is a fool, but now there is really such a fool, which has fallen from the sky and blasted eighteen layers The dungeon struck two of the three giants of the heresy, and personally pulled out the fragments of the gun that had almost killed him.

All of this is enough to include important events that cannot be ignored in the epic of the mainland.

Ashcandi is a woman, although she may be older than all the patriarchs of the Windsor family combined, no matter how rough and hard it is, Murphy's actions may be enough to impress any one. The heart of a woman who had no previous relationship or even hatred.

It's just that the guy who made the shocking act didn't seem to notice it, and didn't even have any extra ideas.

Sitting on a humble wooden bed, Ashcandi's breath, whose strength has been reduced due to excessive overdraft, is much weaker than before, but the red eyes that are always harsh and indifferent in the dark night no longer look dazzling like a blade, but There is more quiet and precipitation than never before.

Murphy's understanding of her came from only a few words in a classic, but he never knew how bizarre and sad the fate of this horrible woman with dual personality-everything must have cause and cause, let Ashkan The reason why Di is crazy enough to launch **** revenge alone in the sacred Gabriel empire is simply because her identity belongs to darkness?

With a sigh, Ashkandi, who was reluctant to recall the past, stepped back on the wooden bed and gently hugged her knees. For her, the girl’s movements that only appeared when they were helpless had not appeared for a long time .

Some of them looked out of the window Ashkandi gently stroking the slowly healing scar on his chest and murmured softly.

"Did I change?"