The Black Scepter

I have changed it many times, and I just put it up together. I am too lazy to tear down the two changes. Let's get the red tickets up. I won't say much else.

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Murphys has never been a person with strong curiosity and willing to explore. After spending eight years in the forest, Murphy, who has long learned not to break into other Warcraft territories, will feel restrained and cautious about the new environment.

The Duke strode very big, looked up at the castle decorated with countless ancient stone carvings, and said, "I have several purposes for you, but it will take time to make it clear, not too long, the first snow It should be possible to return to Constantine before arriving."

Somehow, Murphy relaxed a lot when he heard this sentence.

In front of the gate of the castle, Lord Duke slowed down and took Murphys to walk past these sculptures. Unlike Cauchy Knight Academy, the sculptures here are different in appearance, including knights with perseverance, and some Wearing black robe mage, but they have one thing in common-that is to occupy a place on the mainland's epic tarot cards.

The life under the sculpture is dense and dense, but the Duke did not let Murphy look closely, but looked up and sighed: "People in the sky are often like needles, building a church is as difficult as demolishing a church, but trying to maintain a church that is about to collapse. No, it seems harder."

Murphy nodded, but didn't respond. He glanced at a sculpture dressed in sackcloth but solemnly familiar, vaguely inexplicably familiar. After a few steps, he turned back, but felt strange and unusual, and stopped thinking.

In a sense, the castle of the Duke’s Palace is not even as luxurious as the Constantine’s mansion, but it is really called a thick background. The camel hair carpet in the living room is worth more than 3,000 Aztec coins. The oil paintings and sculptures on the walls are by no means vassal, but by several masters once supported by the Windsor family, including Leonardo, Michelangelo, and many people all over the mainland, even extending in the center of the main hall. The handrails to the stairs on the second floor are filled with angel reliefs left by the Byzantine "Idol Worship" movement hundreds of years ago. The fireplace is quaint, and there is a portrait hanging above it. The calm and smiling previous heads form a huge tree tree. The picture is complicated and makes Murphy deeply appreciate the development of the lush roots of the family's branches and leaves.

"All the rooms here are owned by the Windsor family, and they are also yours," the old duke pointed around. "The reason why countless people long for power lies mostly in this. With power over 10,000, you There will be wealth above ten thousand people, but while enjoying it, remember who gave you the blessings of today to enjoy it. If you forget the book, they will not recognize your last name."

The old prince's fingers finally stopped on the oil portraits above the fireplace, which seemed to be advice, but they were not training.

Murphy watched his father walk away, and led himself to his room under the leadership of the old housekeeper-the general castle was originally built for military purposes, so it was thick and dark, but now the advanced level of Byzantine architecture has made Mu The Duke’s House of Lental has reached the extreme in terms of scale and structural utilization. There are no staircases with thick walls and narrow imagination, and there is no dampness of sunlight for a long time. Murphys climbed along the spiral side stairs On the third floor of the castle, we came to the well-lit bedroom.

Boxes for books and a variety of personal belongings are placed in the corner of the bedroom and living room. The huge windows overlook the hunting grounds, horse farms and gardens behind the castle, as well as the vast grasslands of the territory and the blocks not far away. The house took a deep breath, and Murphy was sitting in a dark red armchair with a heavy heart for no reason.

Only when he truly stood in this room, Murphy realized that what the family behind him had exceeded his own imagination-the fortune on the surface was always the tip of the iceberg. This was the basic law of a large nobility, so spectacular and even The cost of the magnificent castle is no longer necessary, but multiplying these things by a hundred times may be the real value of this huge family.

Something with price is not necessarily valuable, but something with value is certainly expensive. There are many things in the Windsor family that are priceless. Murphy has already vaguely understood what the purpose of his father brought him here. It is not just to dictate a few insignificant things. Letting myself explore the things left by these family ancestors may be his real purpose.

Thinking of this, Murphy did not immediately get up and act, but searched the bedroom in the same way as obsessive-compulsive disorder, and after checking out all the dangers, he took out the books in the same way, placed them neatly, and started the example. Study and training until dinner.

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The nobles full of details will always draw a line with the upstarts. Perhaps in the homes of the upstarts of the empire, you can see the tableware in sterling gold and silver, and you can see a bottle of red wine with amazing prices and amazing prices. Expensive oil paintings or pure-blooded horses, but you can’t see the few lines of warnings and warnings left on the wall to the head of the family, or the powerful swords and armor used by powerful family members to kill Yalong, and even the Holy See The relics of the saints have never been heard.

After dinner, the Duke came to a gate engraved with countless magic circles, holding a simple but extremely delicate key, meditating for a while, and unscrewing gently under the watchful eye of Murphys.

The oncoming scene is suffocating.

Golden and brilliant? No. What Murphy saw was a showroom, unlike the treasure trove of ordinary people's imagination filled with gold and silver jewelry, but only some neatly arranged but magical and horrible items.

The Duke also seemed to enter this room for the first time. He let Murphy step into the room first, then followed, and then stopped in front of a display cabinet in a conspicuous place, looking at the items in the cabinet and said softly: "St. Peter's robe, I didn't expect it to be actually collected in the family as my father said."

Duke Gujing's waveless face moved slightly.

"Part of the war between the Byzantine Holy See and Gabriel was partly due to the possession of similar relics. The two denominations ceased their armies after an agreement was reached at the Duchy of Milan. Valuable relics, at that time I always heard that a knight’s long sword was cast into the blood of St. Augustine or the clothes of St. Constantine, as if his long sword would become sharper than the Naple magic steel short sword. However, this rumor has indeed helped this genuine sacred object to stay in the Windsor family’s mansion instead of being taken over by the Holy See."

A piece of white linen was quietly placed in a heavy glass cabinet, and even a special magic circle was used to evacuate the nearby air and keep it dry.

"Stay here? Isn't it crazy?"

Murphy swallowed a spit, and he understood that this kind of thing for the Holy See could reach the level of being able to be robbed by the "Knight of Divine Grace" who could be sent to the same name as the Temple, but only loyal to the Holy See!

St. Peter, one of the disciples who taught himself during the preaching in the Old Testament, this identity alone has enough people to worship without any hesitation.

"This may have to ask him."

The old Duke rarely showed a helpless expression, and pointed his finger to the only portrait on the wall outside the rare treasures in the showroom. "Yi Zuer Windsol, ruled by the Tribunal as heresy but not The lunatic who was executed and laughed and walked out of the referee, the most controversial character of the Windsor family so far...There is no one. Compared with other amazing talents or freaks, he must be the one who will not be the most common sense. The big family had ups and downs for thirty years before and after he reached his hand. In the glory, even Queen Theodora had to carefully consider the decisions on Windsor. When she fell, the family even had to sell oil paintings to survive. There is no difference between a family at the end of life and when it takes over. This is not just a matter of luck or luck."

Listening to the interesting and slightly heavy secret stories of the ancestors, Murphy can see the protagonist of the portrait with an elusive smile, in the bright and full of classicism Byzantine in the oil painting, rarely or even not Any painting has the darkness and vagueness in front of it.

It is not the realism above the fireplace in the living room, but the unknown style full of freehand and impression, which makes Yisul? Windsor's face has a subversive madness, and his hands are not like ordinary portraits. It was gently placed on both sides, but pointed to both sides, as if to suggest something.

"St. Peter's robe, which may be a holy thing capable of turning the tide, but is more likely to push us into the abyss of purgatory," the light in the showroom came from the magic circle supported by the crystal core, and Duke Akar paced gently. The face is hidden in the shadow of a sculpture called "David", and the expression cannot be seen clearly. "Turning on the family history, you will find that Yizuer has rescued the family from the danger of collapse at least three times. I’m not as good as one-tenth of him, but the family has not become the empire’s strongest man in his hands-although he has countless opportunities to do so, do you know why?"

Murphy turned around, and the already mature face and Impressionist oil paintings of the former head of his family formed a wonderful composition in the eyes of the Duke.

The heir shook his head gently.

"Yizuer? Windsor, the only owner of the whole family who has made great achievements but refused to bury his remains in the family cemetery. His last words are not long:'No flower can bloom perfectly, purple Iris is no exception, and what I did was to keep it from being gently removed because it was too perfect when it bloomed."

"Perhaps this is a pinnacle."

The old duke whispered unconsciously, closing his eyes gently and taking a deep breath.

Everything in the showroom was collected from somewhere by the crazy homeowner, including a large bottle of green dragon blood of golden descent, more than thirty magic scrolls of unknown power and horror, and the Saint Laurent Cathedral was originally decided to build The design drawings, a whole piece of fur that looks like wolf skin is actually peeled off from the werewolf. In short, any item in this room is worthless and even priceless!

What does this mean?

"As you can see, the Windsor family can take root in the empire, and until now it has not been uprooted by the angry emperor of any emperor. Dive into the underground world."

The shocking fact is absolutely beyond Murphy's imagination.

Countless clips flashed through my mind. After leaving Hook Town, he was attacked by blood races, almost killed by the powerful guy, the unlucky ghost dissected on the tower of the Tarrens College, and even the puppet master and Constantine later encountered. Werewolves outside Ding City, these dark creatures, which should belong to the underground order, surfaced one by one and appeared in front of themselves. Is there such a reason?

"Although the town of Hook belongs to the remote area of ​​the empire, it is certainly easy for a powerful noble to kill a child who is believed to be a bandit, but you are fortunately dragged to the guillotine instead of being secretly executed on the road. Do you really think you are lucky?" Duke Akar said unscrupulously, some secrets that Murphy would never have thought of in his lifetime, "Some forces of the underground order stopped the first out of the last request of this family. The assassins who wanted to assassinate you, but they would only do this. If they weren’t, Hook Town couldn’t even see your body.”

"Who did it?"

Murphys had a depressed feeling, and his own life was swinging back and forth on a wire. It seemed to say that he would die, even if he did not know who the murderer was, it sounded sad.

"It's not important, the underground order is too complicated, and it's not as clear and clear as the distribution of the mainland empire, and it's even changing faster than you think. It's not uncommon for yesterday to sell your life to you and to kill you today. The question of principle is the rule.” The Duke opened the door of the collection room with more than ten stainless steel mechanical lock cylinders and guarded by the magic circle, and put the key gently on Murphy’s palm: “This collection The room was almost unopened in the past two hundred years. Yizuer is one of the few homeowners with the status of a magician. One of his last words is that this key should be handed over to the next heir with this status. But who can think of it as nearly three hundred years apart?"

"You are the last hope, the last glory of the purple iris."

Sighing softly, the Duke left in silence.

Heavy, this is Murphy's only mood and feeling.

Murphy, who walked out of this door, took a deep breath, clearing his mind, but his mood was getting better-his heart was invisibly covered with a layer of unspeakable pressure, which came from the so-called "underground order" that he just knew. It was originally thought that life is a few lines of the tower campus dormitory. Murphy seems to have a new understanding of the term "aristocratic family" within an hour. The lurking everywhere is not only a crisis of being assassinated, but also overrides common sense. The surging undercurrent that exists above it but is hidden in the shadows, and being inattentively drawn into it, maybe it is no longer possible.

The setting sun shines into the huge dining room. Only the father and son have a busy maid at the long dining table, but they are still deserted. The old duke's face is slightly lonely under the afterglow. Instead, Murphy, who was sitting next to him, was a little relieved in his heart. He didn’t say much when he ate. Just after putting down his knife, he sighed gently: “It’s enough for me to watch you grow up.”

In a word, how much bitterness?

Perhaps Murphy did not agree with this father in his heart that he could even say that he had not seen him since birth, but at this moment, like a sensible son, he stood up and gently supported Duke Akar to stand up. He couldn't say anything in his mouth, but accompanied his father all the way through the back door of the castle and walked gently in the back garden comparable to the royal garden.

The Duke’s smile hasn’t appeared on the vicissitudes of the face for a long time, but at this moment he is happier than the Golden Cross Medal awarded by the Emperor at Constantine to the highest honor of the empire. Looking at the huge family industry, the old Duke Knowing that this glitz brings an unimaginable burden in addition to glory, resisting it is far more difficult than breaking out of a world alone.

"There is one thing, I think you may not ask about it in your life."

The sky was getting late and the moonlight was bright. The Duke sat on a wicker chair beside the stone road imported from the Far East. The old housekeeper Pafa stopped 15 meters away.

Murphy held his breath slightly and stopped.

"Don't you want to understand why I haven't seen me once since I was born, and even before Paffa found you, I didn't even know my real surname?" The Duke's voice was low and slightly trance, "All this is your mother. Intentionally arranged."

Like a thunder, Murphy only felt that his brain could not be turned a bit.

mother? The word reminded him of only a figure with a bucket waist and a crooked tombstone, but now he can be sure that it is not a biological mother, and he can let Acar, who is a duke, obey his wishes, there must be another others!

The Duke looked at some of the sons who were in a state of guilt, and he felt guilty. He continued: "This secret, I will only say it after you have experienced this danger. My identity is outstanding. How prominent is it? , The deputy commander of the army, the former head of the medical knights, the owner of the Imperial Golden Cross, one of the secret sponsors of the Byzantine Holy See, all of these are enough for anyone to look up, but I want to be serious and even obedience to you Every word in the letter my mother sent me, if I say that, will it be difficult for you to accept?"

Murphys is not difficult to accept, it is simply unacceptable.

"But that's the fact, maybe you won't understand these things until you really grow up, but now I just let you understand that your identity is definitely not as simple as the heir of an ordinary big family, and you have a great mother."

The old prince, who had thought what questions Murphy would ask, saw that his son had quickly adjusted his emotions, exhaled gently, and said in a calm and calm tone: "An abyss that has no escape route, Perhaps the path I took was doomed from birth."

Words that admit fate, life that does not admit fate.

"There is no destiny, only people who are willing to go."

The old duke looked at the silent night sky in the distance, whispering softly with the sound that maybe only he could hear.

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The next day.

Murphy did not study the magic circle or read books in the bedroom as he always did. Instead, he walked out of the Ducal Palace alone, without a carriage, without a guard, and did not know that there were a few so-called master protections around, and Murphy did not care about these. Things, just walked out of the Duke's Palace in a plain robe, as if a nobleman who Mullen Pingping often walked in the territory.

The bustling streets are full of the hustle and bustle that the bustling city deserves, while Murphy, who walks on the roadside, has no focus on his eyes.

Several years of forest life made him accustomed to a "worry-free" life. Every day, he only had to think about completing the tasks assigned by the old guy and filling his stomach. Now, the family honor, the intricate underground situation and his own The pressure caused by the mysterious mother suddenly appeared, although invisible, it made Murphy withstand a serious test. The taste of a mountain above his head is definitely a 15-year-old boy who needs to adapt slowly.

Inspecting the territory, it was a bit funny, but Murphy was trying to understand a problem that Della had mentioned before-that is, what is the so-called "Remain" of Mullen.

Pafa, an old housekeeper, said that the ruins were traces left by the territory of Mulun. There were more than ten abandoned buildings left by the two hundred years of war before and after the founding of Byzantium. The entire territory could have been repaired or flattened to build other buildings. However, the most famous homeowner in the history of the Windsor family, Zur, ordered that no modification should be made. This order has been implemented to this day, and no one asks why.

Murphy, who was walking, was like a passerby. Although he had a high return rate with a dagger and wand in his waist, no one connected him to the son of the lord lord, and spent three silver coins in a room that looked acceptable. After lunch at the restaurant, they walked a few streets at random, but found that they had entered the slum area of ​​the territory.

In this area where any territory will appear, the road is muddy and the atmosphere is slightly rancid. The childhood life is not better than these people. Murphy has nothing to resist~www.readwn.com~ just pops out of his mind There is a question: Can the three Merlot silver coins I just spent here save a few dying families?

There are no beggars on the roadside, because there is no mercy here, and rich people will not come to this dirty area to give mercy. life.

Stopping, Murphys is playing a farce of three children fighting for a potato in the open space in front of him-where is there so-called dignity in order to survive? At the same age, Murphy was under the pressure that these children could not imagine, and as civilians, they were suffering the most unbearable hunger.

Who can say that he is happy?

As a believer, Murphy wouldn't draw a cross of meditation prayers, but just walked straight in and raised his hand to throw out a dagger that others would never know where to hide.

The potato clenched by a muddy hand clung to the sound, and the few children who were trying to tore it were stunned.

"give it to me."

Pointing at the dagger, Murphy whispered to the three silent children.

The nobleman who appeared in the ghetto was too eye-catching. The short sword in his waist made him no different from the untouchable noble figure in the eyes of the people around him. I hurt myself a little, my heart was shocked with words, the instinctive sense of resistance suddenly disappeared, and I reached up and handed the potatoes over.

Because of nutritional problems, these children who were close to Murphy's age were shorter than him.

Instead of taking the potatoes, Murphy reached out and drew his dagger, using an impersonal tone: "It is not shameful to break the head for a potato, but it is shameful that after eating it, I am still looking for potatoes ."