The Black Scepter

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Gently soothing, Murphy, who has been in a nervous state for a long time, seems to have long forgotten how to feel truly relaxed. Now that he really has time to relax, he is a bit uncomfortable. Opening his head and looking at the clear blue sky, Murphy held up the teacup, staring at the white cloud in the sky a little, staring at himself.

The magic tower of Sisrin city rose from the ground, and has been completely built under the piles of countless resources. The tall tower with a height of 87 meters finally became a landmark building in this territory. Fes then sat on the top platform of the magic tower, overlooking his own novel chapters.

Looking around, the beauty of the buildings in the city and the sky and green fields in the distance made him feel like this is like another world. Morpheus couldn't help feeling sad when he recalled how he walked out of the Hookshire forest.

Under the guillotine, the mayor of Sebastian announced that his sentence of death was echoed to his ears. Then the assassination of the blood race, the settlement of Constantine, the enrollment of Tarrens College, Cauchy Knight Academy Flashed in memory. Obviously it is a matter of two or three years in reality, but for Murphys, it is almost ten years apart.

Walking out of Colean’s enclave, Murphy, who was nearly twenty-five years old, remembered those experiences at this time, and he inevitably recalled his childhood strange feelings.

Sulfuras scepter, magic pattern behind him, mentor Della, old man Aquinas, faces and symbols flashed in front of him, and Murphy, who had broken through the Ω-level, closed her eyes slightly to experience herself and her The difference can be followed, he sighed, like a nobleman who should inherit the glory of the "Windsor" family according to the trajectory of fate, gently sipped the black tea in the cup and put it gently Exquisite wooden table.

If there is no such thing, then you should still be in Constantine at this time, to be an ordinary young master?

Pulling the magic circle with Clivi, fighting with Lilith, fighting loudly with Hiddink and others bragging about their skills on the wine table...

When the breeze blew, Murphy quietly experienced the feeling of being integrated with the world after breaking through the "barriers", but felt that his heart was calmer than before. But after a while, he slowly turned his head, looking at Eindhar hesitantly walking up to the tower, and said with a smile: "Why, also want to see the scenery?"

Irindal was stunned for a moment, and then the cold face of the ever-present business office showed a bit of shame. She reached out and pinned her hair, which was blown by the wind, to her ear. Said: "I...actually I just watched you staying here for a long time

Murphys rarely saw Ilindal’s expression. In the impression, the former member of the “creed” always had a cold, ice-like expression, as if he had only given himself the “elven spring”. It was only then that she finally had some changes...

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt stunned.

Because of the war, it seems that he has ignored the feelings of too many people around him, as if those that he should have in mind have gradually faded in his heart.

Thinking of this, Murphy felt a little guilty under his heart, and the words of Irindal were much softer than before.

"Aren't you tired? It's really hard work for you. You can run around every day. Later, you can change the information and tell me." Raising his hand, Ilyndall was sitting on the wooden chair beside him, Murphys. I personally poured a cup of afternoon tea for her, and steadily stood in front of her, "I don't know if it tastes good, after all, I don't know how to enjoy life."

He smiled, looking at Elendal's delicate face, but his heart was filled with emotion.

I seem to owe too much.

Ilindal, who was awkward in her original state, was stunned by Murphy's words at this time, but when she looked up and saw the teacup held by Murphy, she suddenly felt a heartbeat missed, Ben What I want to say is stuck in my throat...

"Thanks...thanks."

A simple cup of tea, Ilindal took it with both hands, drinking it in the mouth, but warm in the heart.

This is the first time in a long time that she has resolved to take the initiative to come to Murphys to "chat" with no purpose and no intelligence to report, just simple...want to talk with him.

But when Irindal really sat next to Murphys, she found that the young man who had the original impression seemed to have changed again after the most recent return to Sicelin.

"How? I make you nervous?"

Murphy still asked with a smile. Irindal recovered, and she was amused by his words after she was overwhelmed.

So to speak, what makes you nervous?

"Cough...I was thinking just now, if I said that I didn't bring any useful information, would you think I wasted your time and made a few complaints..." Ilindal's eyes turned to the distance, but his voice grew more and more Ethereal, "Now it seems that I am blindly worried..."

Feeling unfinished, Irindal suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a serious expression.

"You have changed, Murphys, becoming... making me a little uncomfortable."

"Oh?"

"In the past, you always frowned, although you always tried to be calm, but whether it was Sunderland or Hegel, or Ashkandi, Jeanne and even Jeanna... any of them can see Your heart is actually not easy," Irindal seems to finally understand why he came here today, and he also said some unspeakable words, "Many things and many responsibilities are all borne by you, to be honest As a citizen of Sicillin, I think...you are too tired. The responsibilities you bear almost make you breathless."

"One by one, you have to deal with almost everything yourself. Even if the strength reaches the point where I look up, I still encounter problems that make you headache. I sometimes look at the accumulation of The intelligence thinking in front of you: Is it too cruel to leave all these things to you?

Murphy looked at the Japanese elf who had rarely spoken before, listening quietly without speaking.

"August Empire, the seabed, and these endless battles, I sometimes wonder, why can't I share some things for you? I think my ability is more than just being an intelligence officer to organize information "

Speaking of which, she raised her head and carefully observed Murphy's expression, her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

"Even if it is to share a little for you, it will make you easier...I will feel very happy."

Murphy looked at Erindal with a big red cheek. Although her expression was still calm, her heartstrings were touched by her seemingly self-satisfied words. How could he not hear the emotions hidden in the elf's words? But it seems that until today... he is not willing to face the other party's intentions.

It's true that it is the hardest to bear the grace of beauty.

"But seeing you today, I found that I didn't have to think about this issue." Eindhar exhaled slightly, fortunately that his confession was not too obvious and slightly fortunate, but then a little calmer for Murphys. The response was somewhat disheartened, "Isn't it...you thought of a solution to those disputes and crises?"

"How? I really don't have that."

Murphy couldn't help laughing, but took the initiative to refill the tea for Irindal. Seeing the nervousness she showed involuntarily, Murphy was soft in her heart, "I just want to understand some things, some things are forced. No, some things...should not be missed."

Shouldn't it be missed?

Eindal's sharp ears stood up, his big eyes looked at him, as if he was trying to interpret other meanings in his words, but when he saw Murphy's slightly narrow expression, Iindal suddenly realized... The secret thoughts were actually seen through by him.

Thinking of this, Yilindal, who was called "cold beauty" by her subordinates, immediately felt that her cheeks were burning. Rao was the courage before her. At this time, some of her fidgeted and drank tea. He hurriedly said goodbye, and Murphy looked at her, but did not stop, but only when she watched her walk up to the stairs, he suddenly said: "Actually...I know how I drank the'Fair of the Elves'."

Irindal, who had just stepped out of her foot, was almost there. She exclaimed, "Ah". Without half of her voice, she covered her mouth and ran like a rabbit burned to the tail by the fire.

Murphy suddenly realized that such Ilyndal... is really cute~www.readwn.com~ sighed a few words, his eyes turned to the cathedral under construction not far away. The quiet life made the atmosphere of the city soothing. As far as the eyes could see, Joan of Arc and Andalier wandered the streets. Erga Shengkai’s Jeanna turned over and dismounted, handing her weapon to the stern and turned to say hello to Brown who happened to pass by...

The city's operation is moving towards stability, and Murphy's wish seems to be gradually fulfilling his requirements. It is really not high, but it is just a peaceful sleep.

or…

Murphy turned around and walked down the tower, following the steps to Arantis, who was deep underground, but remembered the topic Scarlett once mentioned.

"Your son asks you for swordsmanship, fights you in the shade, and sits next to your daughter, perhaps with delicate braids, or long hair shawls..."

"Mother and I said that having a happy family is the most worthwhile thing to live in this world."

Home... what does it look like?