The Black Scepter

Solve the laboratory experiment today... At least this week should be able to ensure that Saturday broke out, maybe two or three or ten thousand, let me finish my paper, thank you for your understanding!

Thank you again for the great chapter push!

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Sunday, worship.

St. Palmer College conducts a group-wide collective prayer in the early morning of every Sunday. This ceremony has never stopped since the school was built. No matter whether there is war, plague, disaster, flood or earthquake, the bell of St. Palmer It will still ring on Sunday, without interruption.

Jeanne sat in the corner of the cathedral, raised his head, and looked at the sunlight under the dome, slightly trance.

He didn't come.

The sound of prayer around was empty in the empty church, except that there were some babies on the cheeks. Jeanne seemed to be a little distracted for the first time. After the prayer was over, the movement was slowed by half a beat. Quickly looked around, relaxed breath, fortunately no one noticed this unintentional mistake.

Walking out of the gate, St. Pamir's Cathedral is more magnificent under the blue sky in autumn.

Jeanne did not go to the library today to face the volume of ancient and silent scriptures, because Dean Paul told her that a young man should better accept the change of the world than himself. Adapt to the reality of fast speed, otherwise you can only stay in lonely and boring corners with those bitter monks, the only action left is to look up and accept the only Holy Light.

Jeanne with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth puckered her mouth today. The sunny sunshine in autumn made her raise her head to look at the sky and squint. She sat on the stone bench beside the path of the seminary. Jeanne was a little playful. Raising his hands to cover the sun, the feet under the wide robe shook slightly, but no one knew what she was thinking.

"There is sunshine in my heart, and the road is not obstructed."

Silently chanting this Aquinas's words once written on parchment paper, her mouth was a little depressed, her mouth finally lifted up, jumped from the stone bench, straightened her waist and looked into the distance, she was not tall. De Mai walked happily to the church, leaving a relaxed and carefree back.

Just entering the church, Jeanne stopped her steps with wide eyes.

The students of the seminary in front of me are respectfully giving way to the road, it seems that what is coming out of the main hall in front of them. Jeanne hurriedly moved aside and meditation on the words in the "Theological Encyclopedia": "No matter where you are, no matter whether you are facing a king or a beggar, the awe in our hearts should always be the first."

But a figure from a distance beckoned, letting Joan of Jude see clearly stopped, and then some small turbulent trotting past-one of the two figures who walked out of the main hall was the dean of St. Pamel College Paul, with a face like a middle-aged man, he smiled and let Jeanne walk beside him. He did not mean the old man beside him with his own praise for the new student, and the old man in black and red robe was kind. Slightly nodded his head, but it looked like he had a dark scar on his left eye running under his lower eyelid in his sixties, slightly weird, holding a gray-black wooden stick like a magician rather than a clergyman.

At the door of the church, the old man in black robe and the dean Paul separately smiled and drew a holy cross, expressing gratitude and praise to Joan the "gift of the Lord", and then left alone, slightly black. The robe showed a dazzling Xiao Suo in the sun.

Paul looked at the "old friend" who had left, and there was not much change in his face.

The dean of the seminary dedicated to the Lord did not have the gorgeous and fancy masks of the nobility. He paused for a moment and then asked Joan quietly: "There is such a person in this world-he firmly believes that his existence is for Killing, he firmly believes that his heart will always look forward to hell. He never looked up to heaven. Perhaps he will not have any confession in his heart until the end of life. Can such a person enjoy the glory of the Lord after death?"

Jeanne looked at the dean, who was much taller than her, thinking for a moment, and replied in a slightly naive voice: "The Lord said that those who have never looked up may not go to heaven, those who have not killed, may not go to hell, and expel darkness. It’s not just light. People who stand at a low place are sometimes closer to the truth than those at a higher place."

"That's what I said, but I don't want Jeanne to embark on this path."

The dean nodded gratifyingly, then looked at the figure on the wagon as he walked into the distance, and fell into contemplation.

The pure black tall horses are unusually dazzling in the sun-it is black like an abyss, with no brown or red base. It seems that the sun stops there, and it is a little taller than the average pure blood horse. This name is Zorinima’s organisms are not mainland-origin species, but “artificial species” cultivated by some taboo laboratories thousands of years ago. They are tall and have endurance, and they are rare in the world today. In the Byzantine Empire, there is only one institution’s carriage The dark horse of this cherished breed is used.

Inquisition.

The logo of the six-pointed star on the carriage is mixed with obscure and fearful patterns of ordinary life. Each star represents the six giants of the referee's office. No matter how their specific work is, no one will ever be curious to explore. ——Because there is a wide-spread discourse in the empire: "Want to experience the cruelest battlefield? What you do is not to apply to enter the six knights or twelve army corps, the fastest and most direct way is to apply Enter the arbitration institution of the Inquisition, where there is a paradise for bloodthirsty butchers."

The old man who just got on the carriage is the leader of the "Sword of Judgment", one of the six giants of the tribunal. He is a priest with the status of the Holy Grail Knight above the Grand Knight. As for his other identities or skills, no one knows, dozens The heretical "sword of adjudication" that he has been sitting in for years has brought together the total population of a territory within the territory of the emperor's here and there. In contrast, its terrible casualty rate is high.

Always a kind-hearted Graheide often looks like a mage, saying that he is a clergyman, not even as imposing as the bishop, there is no holy knight’s sword in his waist, and he always walks with a gray-black wooden staff In the world, it seems inviolable.

I came here today to personally query St. Pamir College, a treasure trove of theological books, and to confirm from my old friends the significance of a recent buzzing event in the upper levels of the imperial capital, but the answer seems to be mixed.

Mullental's "Angel's Advent" incident brought more than just a contract.

"The people who should come will always come and look up to hell, this is the meaning of the sword of ruling."

The old man in the carriage looked at a scroll with the title "Windsor" in his hand, squinted and sighed softly.

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Murphy felt... he seemed to understand Ashcandi's personality.

This miserable woman is a weird character with a dual personality, or as "two souls" according to Murphys, but fortunately it seems that the **** horror dark queen will only appear after nightfall, and during the day But it will be hidden in the body of this art, and will not appear casually. In the daytime, this beautiful woman who likes to wear an elegant dress to visit around the Duke’s Palace is a young Miss Ding Noble, from the details, she has all the traditional nobles of the Fording Empire. Compared to Byzantium, which was split from the ancient Siga Empire, it is obvious that the noble rules of the old powerful country, Fording, are more cumbersome and more detailed. When she walked alone in the Duke's Palace, she never touched anything casually. She was really curious and asked Murphy, who was dragged by her to "visit" together, and the latter was expected to face all kinds of questions. One of the dumb can not answer.

Lively, quick thinking, and personality, but Ashcandi's seemingly impenetrable surface is thinking about something that Murphy can't understand at all.

"Jill Windsor, Mrs. Yizuer, I have had the pleasure of seeing it, and that may be the most elegant noble lady I have ever seen." Ashcandy was "nostalgic" in the Ducal Palace without any fright. At this moment She looked at some portraits of past noble members in the hallway, with great interest. Sometimes she bent her back and squinted her eyes to observe the details of the painting, and sometimes withdrew a few steps, letting Murphy stand beside the painting to compare with the appearance of a certain ancestor. There are similarities, as if I didn't consider myself an outsider.

And Murphy's face was like a bitter gourd.

This is not Lilith's unreasonable trouble~www.readwn.com~Ashkandi will always stop when Morpheus loses patience or a little irritability. He is very face-saving and never touches the bottom line. Walk around the back garden and the racecourse.

At lunch, Lord Duke seemed to have something to go out. When the two met face-to-face, Ashcandi smiled and talked to Murphys about some anecdotes of hundreds of years ago. The atmosphere was relaxed and relaxed, but it made Murphy feel awkward.

Was this the horror character who raised his hand and blasted the ruins into a big hole?

Murphy will never forget that scene-the golden light that appeared above his head flashed an unrecognizable spell magic pattern, and Ashcandy, with a red eyes and a sharp breath, made at least ten seconds to Murphy in a second. After five attacks, Murphy, who stood in place, watched each blow kill at least one hundred punches and kicks, and the surrounding rock walls collapsed and burst until they collapsed and collapsed. Everything was no longer available in words. Describe the shock.

Is this the limit of physical power?

"You shouldn't be distracted when chatting with a noble lady, Murphy."

After a shock, Murphy raised his eyes slightly, and Ashcandi’s small mouth pouted slightly in front of him was really not related to the horrible figure in his mind. Well, finally nodded and bored to eat.

But the presence of the old housekeeper interrupted the awkward silence. The house where the old duke was not, Murphys was the master, but the visitors who appeared suddenly this time seemed a bit menacing.

There are a total of five people waiting for Murphy in the living room. The uniform dress, the cold atmosphere and the slightly domineering atmosphere make Murphy frown when walking down the stairs.

Ashcandi, who was curious to follow behind him, concealed his lips.