The Black Scepter

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It seems that he was stingy to give Murphy more clothes. When Murphy left Tang Ji Tuo De's broken house, he didn't put on any coat, but only a short sword with an animal skin sheath in his hand. The extra little things are owed.

Turning his head slightly, Murphy can see the standing figure on the hillside. Behind him, there are more than twenty tall horses standing like a statue-only strictly trained horses will have this kind of solemn and solemn. In his gesture, Murphy sighed lightly, realizing that he had no other way but to accept the identity that Don Quixote knew long ago.

But before leaving, he still has some things to do.

Murphy's home is located in another corner of the village. The wooden house that looks more ruined than Tang Ji Tuo De has long been decayed due to lack of repair.

I have to say that the owner of a stall who may only come back for a few dozen days a year will have this kind of breath after changing any house.

There is a simple tombstone in the back of the house, and the slanted font records a humble name without a surname. Murphy's mother stayed here quietly as usual.

Birth mother? Murphy didn't know, just remember that the fat woman in this city raised herself and grew up. Although she often complained, she didn't throw herself to feed the wolf.

Reaching out the wooden door, the decaying door panel finally reached the limit of use. Murphy collapsed to the ground, and Murphy didn't care about it. He walked close to the house for a few minutes and came out with a worn cloth.

Still a hand-held dagger, Murphy did not take anything extra, looked back at the wooden house, stood for a moment in front of his mother's grave, he turned away without a word, without any hesitation.

Life tells him that he can only understand that he is going strong when he is facing the wind.

...

The old housekeeper was still meticulous, and he walked towards the noble heir in a few steps. Just because of the surname "Windsor", the young man in front of him would change from a nearly barbarian life state to a very short time. The prince of the Duke's Palace, which is envied by everyone in the empire and can even be said to be more than 10,000 people, the goddess of destiny always seems to inadvertently make amazing jokes.

While countless people admire this coveted position, the person is watching the surroundings more alertly than he is in the dangerous jungle-not only the environment, but also the danger of this position.

Streams and rivers are public areas in the forest, where all classes of the food chain will be present. But even if the tigers and the deer are at peace at this moment, even drinking face-to-face in the same river, no one knows what will happen when they turn around.

Tang Jidi has once described how the upper level of the pyramid in human society is a very simple three-character-"people eat people", nothing else.

But this is enough for Murphy to understand what he is about to face. There are no absolute predators here, and no one needs absolute trust.

Riding on the old steward, Paffa, for the Ceres horse brought by Murphy, the family knights around him knelt on one knee, expressing their respect for the first time when the future owner met, while Murphy was in the countryside. Earth Turtle dressed up, looked up at the horse half taller than himself, his eyes slightly dazed.

Regardless of whether it is from the heart, whether the knights in front of them bowed their heads with contempt or awe when they lowered their heads, in front of this young boy who will wear a noble mask, they have been rebuilding his values ​​silently at all times.

The glory of the noble surname and the turtles of the wild villagers look awkward.

Murphy's blue eyes looked at the old steward who took the suit from the guards and respectfully handed it over. He didn't hesitate to take it over, so he changed it in front of everyone.

The family knights looked ugly and looked awkwardly away-Byzantium never had such an aristocrat. Looking at the entire imperial aristocracy, no one would ever expose excess skin outside, except for those who were eye-catching. The women wore low-cut evening dresses, and it was not heard that an elegant nobleman would take off her clothes in front of outsiders.

Crude, this is the only description, but Murphy didn't even have a superfluous expression change.

The old steward silently bowed his waist and took over the washed, whitish burlap linen handed over by Murphys. A pair of sword-killing hands gently folded it and gave it to the servant knight behind him.

"You know the meaning of this robe better than me."

The old housekeeper didn't say much. The appearance of Murphy in front of him was exactly the same as when the old duke was young. He believed that in terms of wisdom, this young master who could kill two killers alone was absolutely not as shallow as what he showed.

What is the value of the tailor-made clothes of the chief tailor of the Constantine "Tulip" tailor shop? Murphy didn't know and didn't care.

He looked awkwardly putting his clothes on his body. The old housekeeper of this clothes carried a total of five sets of different models. The one that was worn on him at the moment was the most suitable.

Paffa bowed his head slightly: "Master, if I need help, I can help you."

He did not make good claims. Old Phaffa knew that the young man’s mind was far higher than he thought, and he must always understand his position in front of the nobles-even if Murphy was a child with no power. He is a powerful swordsman.

Murphy nodded gently when he heard the question from Pafa, but the distance between his hand and the hilt was much closer.

The decoration of the nobility was cumbersome and slab-shaped, which was very different from the loose clothing that Murphy had worn before, but after changing to a darker-colored casual dress, the image really changed.

Of course, some dirty faces and disheveled hair are still far away from the word nobility.

Five generations have achieved the name of aristocracy, and an upstart who may be rich in the enemy country can never be called a "noble". It seems that the current Murphys is far from the so-called aristocratic standards, but looking at his old horse The butler would not mind spending five years, ten years or more to cultivate the lack of temperament in the young master.

"When there is power to control your rage, no animal is more fierce and cruel than humans."

Murphy said abruptly in a soft voice. The scabbard in his hand was gently laid on the belt made of scaly lizard skin, turned his head, and looked down at his old housekeeper looking up, "I choose to accept now Destiny, but that doesn’t mean I have no room for rejection in the future."

The old housekeeper was silent. This was the first time the young master took the initiative to speak to him. It is not uncommon for a terrifying teenager with a mature and stable personality to be in Constantinople’s aristocratic circle, but for the first sentence, Parfa? Renault has only heard one person speak similar words in his life.

That was Akar Windsor, Duke of the Empire, Murphy's biological father.

It’s true that there is a father and a son. The old housekeeper had to sigh in his heart, then he turned over and boarded his horse, staring at it for a few seconds, after confirming that Murphy in front of him could master the horse skillfully, he gently A gesture was made-the two knights guarding Murphy nodded and spread slightly to the sides.

In addition to the old housekeeper and Murphys, this team has a total of more than 20 family knights, all of whom are strong men with the Order of the Guardian Knights issued by the Empire-this level is equivalent to the level of the swordsman. uukanshu.com has only 20 people, and it is nothing to deal with a thief group of about 100 people. With the strong old butler, this seemingly inconspicuous team is already comparable to any bishop-level bodyguard knight. group.

Murphy, who was riding on horseback, never looked back at the village of Nair. The house where Don Quixote lived in the distance burned abruptly and quietly, as if it were a signal that the strange master was far away Go elsewhere.

"Master, we need to cross about six counties and arrive at Constantine after five days, but there may be various obstacles during this time."

The old butler did not tell the reason why the young master had come to tell him the news from the distant Duke’s house. To be honest, this is not normal for an old Phaffa, so there are some necessary reminders. .

"The friction between the nobles will often escalate to make people attack each other with no teeth. This is a normal thing for a huge and ancient empire. I hope that you will understand the prince."

"A father who has never met but can bring me glory may be grateful, but from now on, I have nothing to do with him."

Murphy’s words didn’t have a lot of country accents. This is the fact that Pafa just noticed-he has no idea of ​​his childhood experience. He should have said a strong northwest accent, but now it sounds like Constantine’s. There is no difference in accent, which is really surprising.

Because Constantine's accent has another folk name-"aristocratic accent".

"My mentor has left, maybe you can try to find out the identity of this old guy, don't forget to turn around and tell me." Murphy seemed to have understood the doubts he might have caused, and answered the old housekeeper from the side lightly. "Because, I also want to know who he is."