Black Scepter Chapter 3: The butler of the Ducal Palace
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Morpheus exhales deeply, the blood in his hands is sticky and slippery, just like those prey.
The sudden power did not make him feel abrupt or uncomfortable. Morpheus knows that this is not a good thing, because he never believes that the sky will drop Aztec coins for no reason.
The world is always fair. At the moment when the goddess of luck visits herself, her twin sister Goddess of Doom is often sneering behind her.
Standing silently above the pool of blood, Morpheus's slightly thin body is naked and topless. The black magic lines and blood-stained hands are full of heretical evil and blood.
Both eyes were slightly distracted. A pair of clear eyes looked at the corpse on the ground for a moment, and then regained focus.
The sound of a horseshoe in the distance is getting closer and closer, and then suddenly stops.
Isn’t it enough that I experienced today?
He turned around, his brow furrowed slightly, and looked alertly at the coming person.
A low-key black horse standing quietly, that is an orthodox warm-blooded horse, the appearance characteristics make Morpheus understand that this is an excellent mount that has never appeared in Hook County.
People who jumped off right away have neatly groomed gray hair and a black and gray robe, seemingly inconspicuous, but they are completely different from the missionaries who walked between the towns and villages. It looks unusually expensive, and it is by no means ordinary.
Meticulous, this is the only feeling of Morpheus.
He has never seen such a person in his village, and he does not know the exact price of this expensive costume-he bowed his head and silently picked up the dagger that he held in his hand until he died, and he set out his own attitude.
And the other party looks hostile.
It seems that the fifty-year-old man walked towards Morpheus with a powerful step, and then stood at a distance of ten meters from him. He didn’t seem to see the body on the ground at all, but stared with interest. The magic pattern on Morpheus's body gently admired.
"It's really a different young master."
The old man’s smile is like sunshine.
His voice was low and non-aggressive, as if he was inadvertently whispering. Although his age was not small, his waist was as straight as loose, and his hands had thick cocoons, but they did not appear rough, and they were on the cuffs. With a delicate coat of arms, the rules are abnormal.
Rules, this thing is a bit far away from Morpheus. From his birth till now, he has always lived in a world that is almost barbaric and unrestricted. It seems that those who have been framed have not bound this young boy cursed by fate since birth.
Of course, everything ends here.
"Master Morpheus, maybe we met with some coincidence, but I confirm that I haven't come a step late. The pedigree of the Windsor family is particularly perfect for you, of course-allow me to introduce myself first."
The old man bowed gracefully, his movements were as precise as a ruler, and his voice was smooth and clear.
"Palfa Renault, the housekeeper of the Duke of Windsor family, just call me Old Palfa."
The dagger held tightly in Morpheus's hands didn't loosen for half a minute, but squeezed gently.
No one can confirm whether everything in front of them is a trap created, even if Morpheus is only fifteen years old, even if he has traveled a road without some bridges crossed by some old guys who are good at conspiracy theory, but not On behalf of him in this crisis-filled world, he will believe the words of a stranger at will.
Not to mention, the two corpses on the ground have proved that what they are facing is far less simple than imagined.
Don’t trust too much. The bodies buried by betrayal and credulity have long been covered with the history of the development of the entire empire and even human beings. Morpheus took a step back and made a gesture of ready to attack.
Ten meters, this is a wonderful distance, it will not cause too much vigilance and hostility, and will not appear too distant, at least in this open space 30 meters away from the forest, Palfa Renault has maintained a The distance that makes Morpheus a little embarrassing-this young man now hesitates slightly: is it an attack? Or retreat?
Palfa Renault answered for him.
The old man who stood on the spot a moment ago suddenly raised his arm and waved at the naked Morpheus at a distance of ten meters-something seemed to flash in the air, and then it was a crackling pop sound!
If Morpheus is struck by lightning, the body seems to fly out without weight!
He flew out with all his strength and turned around at the moment before landing. He stretched his limbs like a cat, abnormally embarrassed. A pair of eyes stared closely at the old man in front of him, but he was deeply shocked. Hidden deeply.
Don’t show fear and fear to the predator, because it will only make you die faster.
"I have no intention of offending, just to give you a reason to listen to me for a while," Old Palfa bowed slightly, humble and sincere, and didn't feel anything about bending over a teenager who didn't have enough hair. Inappropriate, "Trust me, young master, if I want to kill you, I can't use the second attack. Even if your strength is enough to fight high-level swordsmen, it is not worth mentioning to me."
The blunt words are like ice water calming the Morpheus’s crazy brain. He lying on the ground slowly stood up, but he still didn’t say a word, so he showed a magic pattern and looked at him. Palfa.
"Maybe you have not heard of this surname before, but from today on, it will accompany your glorious life." Old Palfa did not hesitate to say this news that can change the life path of Morpheus: "Morpheus Windsor, The son of the Duke Acar de Windsor, your loyal butler brought you a message from your biological father, the Duke."
Morpheus is still silent, as if it is a dumb.
Since fleeing from Hooke Town Square to the present, this teenager has never said one more sentence.
"Duke Acar? Windsor has admitted your heirship status, and now you need to return to Constantinople with your housekeeper to stay away from all possible dangers."
The Morpheus was motionless, only the long dagger in his hand trembled slightly.
It sounds outrageous. A noble duke who is far away from the imperial capital suddenly said that he is his son. Just as the power of the Morpheus suddenly broke out, this is not something that he deserves to cheer and joy in his eyes-footsteps Taking a step back, Morpheus did not hesitate to whisper in a slightly hoarse voice: "I refuse ~IndoMTL.com~ No doubt, no surprise, only a slight rejection, without any other emotional color, let the old The butler couldn’t help but look a little dignified. He could hardly imagine how much the child had experienced before becoming what it is today...incompatible with the whole world.
"Although you are a noble prince of the Duke’s Palace, I can only carry out the orders of Lord Duke."
Old Palfa looked on both sides, still quiet around, but in the eyes of the old man, everything will not be as simple as it seems.
Morpheus still looks expressionless, but there is an indescribable chaos in the heart-for the inexplicable sudden change at present, a teenager who has stepped out of the mountains and has never been exposed to these things will certainly not be like the old nobles We were not disappointed, but a few words from a sudden old man could not make him so restless.
He is reminiscing, reminiscing about what the old guy in the village of Nair once said.
"Perhaps you need to think about it, I think Lord Duke won’t want me to tie you back, so it really loses the aristocratic style." Palfa, who claims to be a housekeeper, seems to have a lot of words, but there is still a little bit in the jokes It's hard to hide the sincerity, Morpheus can hear the other party's sincerity, but he is not willing to believe the other party.
"I am going back to Nair Village now."
For a while, Morpheus said the second sentence, and then stepped back a few steps. Seeing the old housekeeper bowing slightly, it seemed that he was respecting his choice. He turned sideways slightly, still letting Palfa figure Stay in the field of vision, trot for a few steps, and finally entered the dense forest around Hooke Town.
Old Palfa did not raise his head from beginning to end, until the moment Morpheus disappeared in the forest, he slowly straightened his waist.
It really looks like a template that adheres to certain standards to a pedantic level.