The Black Scepter

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When the carriage of the Duke's Palace drove back to the huge mansion, the weather was still gloomy.

The rain seemed to be heavier. Although the carriage was tall, the sound of raindrops from the top made Murphys feel a little lonely. Although he stayed at Tarrens College for a short time, he met a few unforgettable ones. Guy, this is the first time he has experienced this difference. He used to walk alone in the jungle for a long time. He doesn’t know much about the so-called human relationship, and after the personal experience, he was very emotional.

At a young age, he does not have the kind of accidents and vicissitudes of ordinary nobles. The story of Murphys seems to ordinary people to be like a fantasy. In the past, he faced more dangers than his peers had eaten. Survive under the conditions, naturally have an unusually tough heart, frustration? failure? This is nothing more than a routine for Murphys, otherwise he will not leave so many scars on his body and experience so many dangers of dying.

So when the carriage stopped slowly, Murphy had already forgiven in his heart the act of his father giving a guarantee but not fulfilling his promise-in fact, he did not expect help from others, even if the person was himself Father.

Pulling on the hood, the rain drops became denser when Old Paffa opened the door. He gently covered the manuscript with his cloak. Murphy walked off the carriage, raised his head, but froze slightly.

Still as he did when he first came to the Duke's Palace, the old Duke stood beside the knight sculpture and stood tall, staring at Murphys who had stepped off the carriage.

Unlike the last time, under the heavy rain at this moment, the prince of the empire was not wearing a cloak. A noble robe of abnormal nobility was soaked, and it could be seen that it had stood in the rain for a long time.

He stopped slightly, and the father and son looked at each other at a distance of ten meters, and then Murphy reached out and took off his hood and walked to his father.

"I didn't do what I promised."

Duke Akar looked at his son. His face did not have the seriousness of the past. He looked at his last heir at the moment, and whispered with a little guilt.

Murphy didn't know how to answer. He didn't look up in the face of this strange father, but instinctively felt that this sentence was heavy and abnormal, making his heart slightly uncomfortable.

"The mentor told me that I would be a good knight, and perhaps Cauchy Knight Academy is more suitable for me."

After changing his smile, Murphy raised his head. He wouldn't be naive enough to play any temperament. He, who was born in the jungle, knew that if he couldn't do something, he shouldn't force it. Naturally, it's not a bad thing.

"If possible, I hope to invite your mentor to visit the Duke's Palace."

The old prince nodded, and his uncomprehending expression of rare relief, his hair soaked in heavy rain for a long time, this attitude itself was to show his son his guilt, the man would not easily express his mood, But it will express everything with action.

Stretching his hand and patting Murphy's shoulder, this was the first time the Duke of Windsor made such a movement. Murphy smiled lightly, and then walked into the Duke's Palace with the old Duke.

The old butler behind sighed slightly and looked back at the brave knight sculpture, wondering what he was thinking.

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Crivi, who looked down at the Astrology Pavilion, was a little stunned, and watched the tall carriage drive out of the campus. There was something inexplicable in his heart.

At the age of seven, he experienced a family upheaval. At the age of eight, he aspired to become a magician, and then entered the book of sea. But it is always difficult to reach.

A stack of parchment papers was placed on the desk not far away. This is the ninth academic paper written by Clivi after sleep and sleep. The previous eight papers were not submitted to the Magic Guild for review or publication. Directly burn the data afterwards.

If you want to make a difference, you must have a perseverance that is hard for ordinary people.

At the moment, Clivi was eleven years old. While most nobles were confused or numb by the prospects that had been fixed by his parents, he quietly opened a door that ordinary people could not reach with his unremitting efforts.

The main table was quietly placed with the eleven-year-old essay with sophisticated handwriting and rhetoric. The title was "Discussion and Exploration of the Shield Crisis Mechanism'Critical Point'". The inspiration naturally came from Murphy The Hitchcock Brian's "On the Phenomenon of Magical Shield Exemption" that Lance once lent him was rarely known in the faraway Gilman Empire, and it was a terrifying thing to put in the Byzantine Empire.

"Thank you."

Perhaps this was something he had always wanted to say to Murphy but had no chance to speak. On the thirteenth floor of the still astrological pavilion, as always, he was the only one.

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As the sun rose, Murphy rode an unassuming warm-blooded horse on the horse farm behind the Dukes' Palace, armed with a Byzantine heavy cavalry lance, accelerated, sprinted, and the long spear hit him again and again Let the next person install the target-a golden Aztec gold coin suspended with a tough thin line.

Some people may think that this kind of behavior is too exaggerated, too confident, and even self-confident, but no one knows what Murphys really thought after he decided to enter the Cauchy Cavalier Academy.

Riding and riding skills, these two things he basically never showed at Tarrens College. The only highlight may be the short moments of his fighting with a dagger, but no one will know that this walking in The ability to ride and fight right away in the forest is a mess for most of the old Byzantine cavalry.

When the horse reaches full speed, it hits a moving target on the ground with a lance at high speed. Among the most elite "Templar Knights" in Byzantium, only elite cavalry can achieve 9 out of 10.

But at the moment, Morpheus, with every shot of the rifle, can use the tip of the spear to directly hit the Aztec gold coins hanging in the air, and even in the subsequent exercises, like the gold coins with pendulum swings. hit.

There were not many people in the back garden of the Duke’s Palace at the moment, only two servants were on the edge of the horse farm, and several guards were guarding the corner, but this incredible riding ability had made several soldiers who were inadvertently glimpsed dumbfounded.

On the war horse, Murphy wore a lightweight leather armor and passed in the cool morning wind, his eyes clear, focused and silent.

Without tens of thousands of exercises, there is no such ability at all. In addition to exploring in the forest with a scimitar in a forest and wearing animal skins, Murphy was thrown by Don Jidi to the horse that once thrown Murphy. On the back of the next black horse, which was 1,373 times, attacking with a straight white wax rod may be the only Aztec gold coin owned by Don Jidi.

Of course, before this, Murphy had lifted a pure metal rifle for three years.

Every year for half a year, Murphy spends time in the forest, in order to get enough prey to get enough food, in addition to buying wine and tobacco for this old guy, anyway, Murphy, who lost her mother, has no other relatives , This old man who was stern but not disgusting to himself made Murpheus respectful and abnormal.

Most of the remaining half of the time was spent in the house where Tang Jidi de was, practicing the skills of riding and rifling daily, and also using the machete to learn from him under the guidance of Tang Jidi de, eight years as a day Practice, in which hardship is not humane.

Behind the "genius" in the eyes of everyone else, why not?

Cauchy Knight School has received the request of the Duke's Palace and is conducting an audit-the so-called audit is to discuss internally what kind of class should Murphys, a noble son of the duke enter.

This time, the Duke of Windsor did not let Murphy hide his identity. The students of Cauchy Knight School are 100% noble. Murphy will even encounter many sons of marquis or earl, although it sounds like the original card Lin is similar to Kanger, but in fact there is a difference between cloud and mud. The noble nobles are always getting poorer, and the real core aristocratic circles are all real powers. It is obvious that what Murphys is about to contact now is A real noble circle.

At the end of the exercise, the sun had just risen, and Murphy gently held the Neapolitan magic steel dagger, practiced the sword style taught to him by several old guys, and then walked to the loft where he lived.

But without knowing what he thought of, he turned around and walked towards the last area of ​​the Duke's Palace—that is, the cemetery where the dead Windsor family members were.

As an ancient family for more than 500 years, the family members can be described as as many as the root system of the banyan tree, but the direct blood relatives have been very few, and those who can be buried here are all nobles in the family.

There are different tombstones, high or low. Murphy looked around, and there were more than a hundred.

The servant followed behind Murphy, but stopped at the gate of the cemetery and stopped entering.

Murphy walked past, where a senior of this ancient family was buried, male and female, the date engraved on the tombstone let him know that it was basically arranged in chronological order, and the death engraved on the nearest grave The date surprised him slightly.

The time is this year.

"Morrel? Windsor, Kris? Windsor, Brown? Windsor..."

Murphy walked silently in front of this row of new tombstones ~ www.readwn.com ~ The people buried here are the victims of the recent victims of the Windsor family-that is, Akar Windsor The heirs of the Duke of Seoul, two sons and a daughter, nominally the brothers and sisters of Murphys.

And next to it is the tombstone inscribed with "Eileen Brenda Windsor", whose identity is the wife of the Duke of Windsor.

Murphy stood still, and he understood that the people in the tomb in front of him were not his own biological mother, but this feeling was very strange, a little sad and a little sad. He had also thought, if it were not for the death of these people, would he really stay in Hook for a lifetime?

Will Tang Jidi de teach himself there until he is an adult again?

Unfortunately, there are not so many things in the world. Murphy's eyes swept a few tombs with knight sculptures in the distance. Under his heart, he was supposed to be a military aristocrat with great military merits.

The shapes of the knights on the sculptures are different, and the shape of the armor is also different. The posture of the war horses shows that at least three former homeowners were killed on the battlefield, and two other post-war serious injuries were killed. .

"The living must die, the gathering must be scattered, the accumulation must be exhausted, the standing must fall, the higher must fall."

This sentence is the epitaph of the seventh house owner Gris Windsor. After reading this sentence, Murphy stopped, and turned away from the cemetery.

One sentence is ten words, one is literary, one sentence is one word, one is diplomatic rhetoric, one hundred words is one sentence, one is proverbs, and one thousand words is one last word.

The last aristocrat's last words are lessons, treasures, and wealth, and they should be remembered by Murphys.