The Black Scepter

These three days are probably the busiest three days, sunrise and sunset, and going out at 8 in the morning and entering the bath at 10 in the evening to start coding. Hey, let alone say more, let me put it on, thank you for your understanding.

Everyone has their own hardships, long live understanding.

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A powerful assassin has not only the ability to kill in one hit, but also powerful reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Nearly every high-level assassin will have his own intelligence network. This is a consensus in the mainland.

And what is the woman in front of?

"For the purpose of my mission, I need to make you understand my strength, but I don't have any malicious intentions," the butterfly blade in Ilindal's hand disappeared silently, spreading his hands, "I have something I need from you Reply."

"Your identity," Murphy didn't pull his sword, but his eyes were scary-anyone who was pointed at the neck by the blade would have no good emotions, "It is the real identity, I think if I can't even do this , We have nothing to discuss together."

Eindal froze a little, then looked at Murphy's double pupils, stared straight for a few seconds, and finally reached out his hand, slowly pulling out a silver badge.

The ancient alpha letters "Alpha", the emblem of the members of the "creed".

As a huge organization that gathers intelligence and functions throughout the mainland, the "creed" contact with Murphy is limited to the news he heard from the last meeting with the Duke of Azshara after Constantine and Aquinas were in contact. Murphy knew that the only intersection between this organization and himself seemed to be limited to this, and the creed did not know where he was going.

Then the woman in front of her should not know how bizarre her true identity is.

"A member of an old intelligence organization? I can't think of anything worth investigating for someone who was forced to sell his life in the arena."

Murphy understood that he still paid the price for his high profile.

Eindal froze a little, then whispered: "What if it's just because of my personal curiosity?"

Her purple eyes flashed.

Murphy narrowed his eyes and reached out to illuminate the ground with the light of the wand. In the dim reflection, Eindal gently raised his hand in front of him, and his long fingers stroked his face, then he took off a mask!

Murphy was completely shocked by this scene.

He was not shocked by the disguise that this hand could not see through, but the face behind the mask.

The skin is white and smooth, like fat, the ears are slightly pointed, and the face is similar to that of humans, but the facial features have subtle differences that can't be said-it represents the true identity of the woman in front of you: the day elf.

"Ilindal? Moon Shadow, I hope we have a chance to sit down and talk."

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Earl Thor, Lord of the city of Hera, has not recently focused on the shadow of the death of the Cardinal-to be honest, for him, the death of these three old guys is actually beneficial and harmless In fact, Earl Thor, who maintains a good relationship with the three bishops, actually cursed the three **** sticks in his heart every day, and he wished to curse him to die directly in hell.

As for the reason-if it were not for them to borrow various reasons to dig out most of the gold coins that should have been included in their vaults, they already have more funds to build the ideal knights and troops.

It is the ambition of the young nobles to find a noble lady to resolve loneliness. As the lord, Count Thor’s ambition is to lay a land in this world full of opportunities.

Only this month, his eyes have been attracted by the unobtrusive Tekken arena-the reason is the news that Fabre has delivered to himself.

The Cyclops’ death may be acceptable, but a dangerous dark creature that was bought from the laboratory of the Heretics Court at high prices and was originally intended to be used for magical experiments. Su Su casually bowed to others to succumb to him?

This is indeed a bit interesting, but as a lord, he was not stupid enough to report this kind of thing to the tribunal. After the mysterious boy agreed to the agreement he gave, Count Thor greatly changed the arena. A few tenths of the income from several games was given to Murphys, and there was no such thing as sending someone to follow Murphys whereabouts. The lords of Bai Lie are very familiar with each other. A young man suddenly appeared and showed his eye-catching strength. This is not the reason why he ordered to deal with him. Earl of Thor does not have too much identity for Murphys. Interest, but his timing determined the decision of Earl Thor to ignore his “indulgence”—after the death of the three cardinals, the Holy See announced the start of a mass search for heretics. The young man with the dominance of dark creatures may be a chess piece that he is likely to use in the future.

Who said the pieces must be obedient? Those politicians who can make chess pieces unaware that they are chess pieces are the real masters.

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midnight.

Murphy looked quietly at the campfire in front of him, and was fascinated.

Three days have passed since his "talk" with Irindal. The heretic search in Hera City has intensified, and Murphy with Sphinx had to purchase some things and left the place under night cover. Cities.

Recalling what happened before leaving, Murphy did not regret the decision to remain silent when facing Elindal-the unhappy two eventually parted ways, and this rare mainland elf assassin No longer in Murphy's field of vision.

Curious, Murphy has caused too much misfortune, and Murphy has conditioned to resent anyone who tries to contact himself but cannot control it.

For these, he can avoid them and avoid them-and at this moment he is already inside the original forest thirty miles away from the city of Hera, the bonfire brings a little warmth in the winter night, and the Sphinx re-wearing the bell Taking a nap in the nest covered with dead leaves, the tail gently rubbed Murphy's calf, and Anshun remained the same.

At the moment, Murphy looked at the scepter in his hand, and his arm suddenly shivered slightly.

The contract of the left arm flashed—this shows that Ashcandi is suffering a new round of interrogation and torture at this moment, while Murphy endured the pain silently, his teeth clenched, and cold sweat.

After a long while, Murphy raised his head and exhaled suddenly, looking at the starry sky covered by leaves above his head, and then took out a pot of spirits bought from the Hera Bazaar and raised his head to take a big gulp.

"Cough..."

Murphy, who first drank this spirit, was flushed with his choking eyes, but a few drops of blood were dripping along the edge of the holding flask at this time-the fist clenched because of the pain The wound on the palm was just that the lonely boy was silent in silence, wiped the blood stains silently, lay on his back on the uncomfortable pile of leaves, and continued to stare at the starry sky in a daze.

Perhaps no one except Tang Jidi de in a corner of the mainland knows that today is Murphy's sixteenth birthday.

"People are like trees. The more they yearn for the sun, the more their roots reach the dark ground."

Murphys inexplicably sighed, and seemed to have made a decision about his future path.

Sphinx next to him yelled lightly, jumped lightly on Murphys' chest, changed a comfortable posture, lowered his head and continued to sleep.

Another insomnia night.

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Twenty-seven Brown Street.

This small manor was originally the Viscount Chestra in Hera, but the nobleman died prematurely because of his covetous femininity, and finally let an incompetent illegitimate child inherit the property and the baronial title, but this The mansion that originally belonged to Viscount Chestera was vacant because of his declining family business.

Fortunately, this summer, a lady who came to Hera from the Fording Empire bought it at a high price, so that this originally large-scale manor would not be abandoned into a haunted house.

Needless to say, Irindal, who appeared in Hera City in a parachute posture, is the current owner of the manor. At the moment, she is writing a report in the study, and her face has become human again. Wrinkled, the quill in his hand didn't fall.

In the end, the beautiful font was encrypted text.

"The report ends in 1432 of the Ross calendar, November 23rd."

"The nobles in Hera City have been collected dynamically, and Lord Thor is also included."

"The death of the three cardinals led to three times more members of the Tribunal within Hera than usual~www.readwn.com~ The operation has begun, and 127 heretics have been cleared in a month, of which 20 The two were verified as innocent civilians."

"Lord Lord Earl Thor has repeatedly appeared dark creatures in the Tekken Arena, but has not been investigated by the referee."

"Thirty-seven nobles under surveillance."

"There is evidence that the Holy See used the scepter of Sulfuras in the action of subduing Ashcandi, but the specific image of the scepter is unknown and its role is unknown."

"There are currently 47 suspected targets, and one of them has major suspicions, but for the sake of properness, a seventh set of response measures is taken. The current target state is stable and awaiting tracking confirmation."

The sentences under the quill are these after decryption.

As a Japanese elf living on a wild continent, this almost extinct race has not appeared in human eyes for a long time. In recent years, most of the information about the Japanese elves basically comes from the lively borders of the Holy Gabriel Empire The auction site-obviously, Irindal did not become one of these tragic slaves, but became a creed chief with his own strength.

Forty-seven people in the list before her have been included in the suspicion of holding Sulfuras' scepter, but this number is gradually increasing.

Everything is because the "creed" organization that always exists on the mainland in a bird's eye view seems to have suddenly changed the attitude of the bystanders, and attaches great importance to the lost scepter inside the Vatican. Gao Yilin Daer has no clue, but the only thing she clearly knows is that she is currently listed as the subject of surveillance under the scepter of Sulfuras, and she absolutely cannot imagine what level of "surveillance" she has suffered.

"Youth with a blank identity? Rest assured, the creed will find out everything you have done before."