The Black Scepter

Today, I am going to school to set up. I hope you will understand and ask for red ticket support. I have not recommended it this week. The red ticket is booming!

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As night fell, the dormitory of the seventh company was not quiet. The geeks of this company may only gradually show their "talent" in front of Murphy from this moment, and began to face Murphy for several years. Si was already tortured on the nerves that were tough and abnormal.

Back to the dormitory, Murphy first encountered three or four guys in the corridor who were running back and forth shouting slogans, and then they encountered the neuropathy who was eating barbecue in the dormitory next door-Boozer scolded. He reached out and closed the door of the other party's open room, so as not to let the choking smoke drift into the corridor, turning his head and said: "Many people are afraid to go to the cafeteria to queue up for dinner and delay the time. They simply came here to eat."

"Last time?" Murphy raised his eyebrows, reminiscent of the students who had left the cafeteria in a hurry, and said, "Aren't you afraid of anyone?"

Hiddink and Corvin have gone to elective courses at night. At this moment, only the fat man is beside Morpheus. The thief-eyed guy looks around and pushes open the dormitory door to let Murphys “click” the lock. Come to the door and say with a very weak voice: "It is true, no one wants to get into that devil, it is absolutely miserable to be stared at the end!"

"How miserable is it?"

Murphy was a little curious about what kind of person it was.

"Yeah, hey, wait until you see it,"

The fat man sighed and turned to search for the remaining snacks in the room. Murphy was not interested in asking. He was not a curious person. He walked to his bed and froze for a moment, then began to meditate. .

The function of meditation is to strengthen the crystal wire in the mind and slowly expand its maximum load. Similar to physical strength, the use of this energy will continue to increase with exercise, but the consumption of crystal wire energy is faster than the accumulation. There are too many, and Memphis, who just had the energy of the crystal wire, is less than anyone who has entered the realm of "magician". If it is not the magic diffusion effect of the Phoenix Wood Wand, it is amazing and has an accelerated recovery crystal itself. It is estimated that Murphy will not be able to get out of the tower in thirty days.

In the final analysis, Murphy was one hundred and eighty miles away from the so-called magic battle, and the level of mentor Della waved to release the 47-level defensive circle was basically in the foreseeable future.

Meditation is boring, but unlike ordinary people, Murphy does not have to worry about falling asleep during meditation, because of his false sleep habits, this unique advantage will slowly appear in the next few decades.

But just after entering meditation today, Murphyston felt a different kind of body-as if he was suddenly thrown into the stove, he was instantly enveloped by severe pain!

The crystal wire in his mind started to become unstable, and Murphy didn't understand how this was happening, but he felt that the magic pattern on his body was burning like a soldering iron. This familiar feeling and the original It’s exactly the same in Hook Town!

Today, Murphy has the existence of crystal silk energy, and his willpower is much stronger at the same time. It is stunned to endure the pain without revealing the extraneous strangeness. He can feel the black magic pattern behind him seems to have suddenly reduced. .

"Click!"

The sound of something breaking, Murphys only felt that his brain was suddenly clear and clear, and the power of Jingsi even more than doubled invisibly-as if the advanced feeling made his eyes dizzy, and he could feel the energy of Jingsi It's a lot more pure, and what's even more amazing is that the strength of the whole body seems to have risen a step.

The invisible change made him sweat a few minutes, and the original dry clothes were almost completely soaked in sweat.

Murphy exhaled deeply and was planning to move to see if something was wrong. A wolf howling from the window sill made him almost jump off the bed!

"You are a sad flower-I..."

Boozer held a "Nells Anthology" with a full voice and recite it in the dark school in the distance, his expression twisted like hemorrhoids, and his voice was like a broken gong.

Standing on the window sill, he covered his chest with his hands, and he was energetic.

Immediately, the fat man poured a large pot of cool water upstairs and threw away the poetry. This guy ran out of the dormitory and went to find someone to settle the bill.

Ten minutes later, Boozer, who had stripped his clothes and beaten up, walked back in curse and scolded.

When Hiddink and Corvin returned, they saw the fat man, habitually laughed a few times, and few people did not talk too much. After a hard day, they quickly fell asleep.

Silent Murphy began to continue meditation after taking a bath, and did not have too much joy for his inexplicable advancement. He spent the first night living in Cauchy Knight Academy in doubt and thought.

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Constantine, Pamir District.

St. Pamel College, Cauchy Knight Academy, Pansell School of Magic are also called the three pillars of the empire. The fundamental reason is that the eight pastors, 187 cardinals, and thousands of The bishop's imperial theological pillar, this seminary that has stood up from the beginning of Constantine has existed for nearly a thousand years, and her history is the history of Constantine.

In several major events of Byzantium, there seems to be a figure of this seminary. Indistinctly, it always lurks in a low-key and dim posture behind the more famous Patriarch’s Chamber, in the Saint Laurent Cathedral Not in the shadows of people.

However, the most famous of the people who walked out of this seminary was the number of saints who were finally buried in the holy mountain of Haeckel.

Seven.

The most famous of these is St. Augustine, who wrote the phrase "The most fundamental limitation of human blindness lies in feeling glorified in front of their blindness" on the title page of the Old Testament.

At this moment, at the request of Aquinas, Sister Joan of Arc came to this world-famous seminary and raised her head in confusion.

The petite body is in stark contrast to the huge church in the distance.

Tightening the book in his arms, the parchment in Jeanne's hands was tightened tighter.

I walked to the door of the seminary. It was quiet and abnormal. It was not without people. On the contrary, monks wearing black or white robes were everywhere, but there was no one talking here. The crucifix of the Lord was above the gate of the college. Occasionally, a monk looked up and would gently draw a cross on his chest, lower his head, and go silently.

There is a slightly damaged sculpture of the angel Gabriel next to the entrance of the academy. This is the historical trace left by the “Idol Worship” and “Anti-Idol Worship” of the empire. Emperor Constantine V said in the last movement The damaged sculptures must not be replaced, and the damaged original appearance should be kept in place to warn the world. The traces of the years reveal the vicissitudes of the seminary, and let the nun marvel at the heart.

"Students enrolled?"

A monk in a white robe stood in the gate of the college, looked at this figure, which was strange to him, and politely asked, with a kind of warm voice unique to the shepherd.

Joan of Arc is not good at speaking, it seems that she will not say a few extra words except prayer all day long, looking at this adult who is several heads taller than herself. At the age of 13, she raised her head, and the face that was destined to be stunning in the future was still at the moment. A little baby fat, nodded clear eyes, she had no trace of protection.

Immediately as if thinking of something, Jeanne reached out and handed out the crumpled parchment in his hand, slightly shy.

"Recommendation letter?"

The white robe monk raised his eyebrows, his smile was still taken over, gently unfolded, and then quickly closed.

"Come to St. Pamel Theological Seminary to be a qualified shepherd instead of a nun. I think this is a correct but only option for you. Jeanne, don’t you mind calling me that?"

Byzantium may not have seen a female monk for a long time. Unlike nuns, the paths of the two are diametrically opposed.

He turned sideways and motioned the little nun to follow him to the academy. The monks around him bowed slightly, saluting at the seemingly strange white robe, silent and respectful.

Jeanne followed behind him blankly, not knowing the status of the man in front of him and the cardinals in the Patriarchate not far away.

The dean of St. Pamel College put his hands down the classics that he studied day and night and came to the gate of the college. With such a humility, he led a ignorant little girl to the college. No one knew the reason.

"Jeand, if you can, can this parchment be kept by the college? I think it will be another precious item that will be displayed in the'Skeder Hall' by St. Pamel College."

Still a faint and warm voice, Joan of Arc felt that the people in front of her were very friendly, so she nodded gently~www.readwn.com~The eyes were clear like lake water in the sun.

"You are the gift of the Lord to the world."

The white robe smiled faintly, slowly closing the parchment in his hand. After drawing a cross, he reverently put it in his pocket, and then led Jeanne next to him to the steps. In front of him, a huge **** The sacred atmosphere of the collegiate church in the sun makes people feel amazed by the high mountain.

This is the second tallest building in Constantine, the Church of St. Pamir, 57 meters high.

The little nun raised her head as she walked, and for no reason thought of the figure that walked into the stone house in the morning in the sun, and her mouth curled up, gently holding the "Old Testament" given by Aquinas in her arms.

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The following day, Cauchy Knight Academy.

Murphy has no idea of ​​the rifle skills he uses—what is lost in the cavalry tactics that have been extinct for many years, and what may change the turning point of the continental pattern. These things are illusory, even Brown or even Isa Duke La or any historian and military scientist can’t be sure whether a set of cavalry warfare skills really changed the continental pattern, or maybe this is just a nervousness of Instructor Brown. In short, this news was not presented at the desk of His Majesty the Emperor. Instead, it became ashes, lying quietly in the silver box next to the noble badges. I don’t know whether it was the protection of Murphys by the Duke of Azshara or simply thought it was just a big deal.

Therefore, when Murphy and the several roommates rushed to the school grounds to start the official equestrian basic training in the morning, there were not too many people paying attention to him-or mentioned it, it was just as a stunned head coach. As for identity, nobody tacitly asked or emphasized.