Black Scepter Chapter 12: Strong young master
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It seems to be an instant matter, the smoke and dust haven't gone away, only the **** smell is left in the air, but the killer has gone away, and the empty Morpheus collapsed to the ground looking at the sky above, I don’t know What are you thinking about?
"The whole team! Count the casualties! Be alert!"
For the first time, the voice of the old housekeeper was a little more disturbed. It seemed that the elderly body stood up at an unimaginable speed, strode to the side of Morpheus, bowed his head, and knelt on one knee.
The Morpheus was not dragged up immediately, the old housekeeper whispered: "Master, please forgive my incompetence."
"There are too many things that cannot be stopped in this world. The only thing I blame is that I am not strong enough."
The pain of a complete fracture of the entire right arm did not cause Morpheus to hum. The stubble of the elbow punctured the skin, and blood flowed down the skin. The entire arm lay on the ground in a twist-like posture. And Morpheus's voice couldn't even hear a tremor.
Painful?
For him, only pain can make his thinking clearer.
Every time I face a **** of death that seems to be in front of my cheeks, that kind of pain is often so unbearable that I have quietly succumbed in my heart-after conquering the fear of death, the so-called pain has gone. It's so easy to obstruct a person's will.
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"Five thousand Aztec coins and his own head, the fool knows to choose the latter."
Mehkel von Kleinman, one of the most famous blood Kleinman family members of the sacred Gabriel empire, a powerful blood family with the strength of the Duke, but at the moment, he cursed softly in the air for his first initiative to give up.
Bounty hunter?
Mehkel never calls himself that. He is just a nobleman with a wide range of interests. Five thousand Aztec coins are not astronomical figures for him, but the reasons that prompted him to assassinate the heir It’s unbelievable-just because he can’t get used to the patriarch of the Windsor family three generations ago.
I don’t like it, not hatred.
For high-powered guys, it is generally difficult to produce a few mentally minded guys, no matter what race or occupation, there are always so many ordinary people who have difficulty after reaching the level of masters Imaginary quirks.
But this quirk obviously made him suffer.
"Naples magic steel dagger, this thing has not been seen in centuries..." This noble blood family flew across the sky, without movement as if ghostly, "Gee, taboo magic pattern, inherited treasure, Is this the most interesting news in hundreds of years?"
Dark shadows traversed the night sky. The darkness before dawn masked the figure away from Byzantine. Perhaps a few years later, this blood family would suddenly realize how wise their current choice would be.
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"Fixed, bandaged, do me a favor."
The left hand of Morpheus is still usable, but he can’t sit up because of the fracture of the shoulder blade.
The strong body is still severely wounded by this terrifying blood clan even after the magic pattern disappears on the body, as strong as the old housekeeper must pinch cold sweat in his heart.
What on earth made that blood family suddenly change his mind?
This question may not be clear to anyone.
"Crack it."
Morpheus squeezed the bone of his right arm with his left hand, frowning tightly, and even squeezed the position of his bones. Then he moved the bandage and the temporary hard sword sent by the soldiers next to him with a skillful hand. The sheaths were tied together, and the old housekeeper looked at the young man in shock, looking at the young man's face with a blank expression, pressing the broken bones physiologically, and the heart was shocked.
This year, Morpheus is fifteen years old.
......
The deceased swordsman was buried on the spot. The team was nearly halved in less than ten minutes. The advantage of the blood clan in the dark is that humans can’t catch up with it no matter how hard they try, but this team exists. The meaning is not to defeat anyone, but to protect the young master.
The Morpheus re-ridden on the horse looked tight, and each advance of the warhorse would move half the muscles of the body, and then let the severe pain sense the brain along the nerves.
The clear pain makes Morpheus understand more and more the significance of the noble robe that he has put on again.
Bandage wrapped around almost half of the body. The entire right arm and shoulder were wrapped with white linen bandage. The effect of high-quality potion was not obvious for crushing fractures, but the young man’s strength and patience made all The guards who had despised them before were awe-inspiring.
The old housekeeper looked at the young master who was not far away in front of him in awe. For the first time, he internally recognized the identity of the heir to the Windsor family.
Tough and silent, like a sharp machete in a leather sheath.
As soon as the sky was bright, the team began to move forward. The Cabrans Mountains are not tall. As a natural barrier, the long mountains have no terrifying altitude, no thin air, and even can be said to be along the Walking, what you see is the great territory of the empire.
"Kabulens is one of the most desirable mountains of the minstrel. There is no dangerous climbing, but it has magnificent and beautiful scenery. This temptation overlooking the imperial territory no longer attracts those poets who long for freedom. "
"Poet? A **** playing with words and singing."
Morpheus pouted, but the words he made laughed at the soldiers around him-for the soldiers living in the sword and the blood~IndoMTL.com~ those girly things are naturally irritating Shameful trick, this young master easily made the soldiers around him feel approachable and kind.
"Master, an aristocrat shouldn't say these facts so bluntly, although usually this is the truth." The old housekeeper no longer seems to blame himself for being injured.
"To be honest, I don’t know what bards will sing, or what kind of verses they will recite," Morpheus looked at the clear sky a little fascinatingly, "These are the old guys who taught me ."
"Your accent is pure, the tutor may have been to Constantinople."
"He's been to far more places than you think," Morpheus's words have no arrogant elements, ""The Northern Manor's'Manos", Ingrid's "Pamy" La Shijin', there are more places on the map that are not even marked, in short, it seems that there are only a few places he has not been to."
The old housekeeper wisely didn’t ask much, what level of dagger is this master swordsman know better than anyone else, the young master looks like the words of the fantasy, maybe the knights around are not serious, but he I would never doubt it.
The team of thirty arrived at Oswis Town on the other side of the mountain at the end of the day. It was still the family power that made Morpheus sigh-there are already more than 300 teams out of the village to meet this A team that has survived the attack.
Blood vendettas seem to have come to an abrupt end, but apparently it’s not only those vampires who are interested in their own heads. Several human assassins who stealthily attempted to assassinate were handed by the swordsman next to them when he entered the Morpheus. The **** scene caused the scream of the hotel waiter, but did not stop the bandaged young master's movements a bit.