Black Scepter Chapter 19: This child is 11 years old
"You must be sweaty before you can make ends meet, until you return to earth."-"The Old Testament · Genesis 3:19"
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The Duke’s Palace is as quiet as ever, but in the months after Morpheus’s return, the atmosphere here is no longer as cold as it used to be, but the Duke of Windsor does not seem to be happy because of the arrival of the bastard, but rather the whole Tian shut himself in the showroom where the portraits of the Windsor family's masters were displayed, sometimes staying for a day.
"Your purpose is to give me a choice without choice?"
Acar did not look at the pictures of the first master. Instead, he lowered his head and seemed to remember something, "He shouldn’t belong to this world, even though I am a chess piece, I can’t destroy him..."
The portrait in front of me is old and quaint, and the former head of the house has different expressions, or looks solemnly or calmly at the current head of the house sitting on the large and luxurious armchair, seeming to ridicule and regret.
......
Morpheus looked at the scene in front of him and felt that things are really unpredictable.
In Tarens School, the children of the rich are often inferior to the children of the nobility. This is a hereditary value. The former breaks his head and moves towards the identity of the latter, while the latter usually inherits his father effortlessly. Man's mantle, profligate squandering, injustice exists everywhere, especially in front of Morpheus.
"You bastard! Are you still running?"
The students in front of me suddenly gave way, and the thin figure of Creevey ran, followed by at least three or four people. It seemed that the thin guy had killed the group’s parents. The shouts swept together.
Creevey seems to have seen Morpheus from afar, and the body is flexibly drilling in the crowd, but he rushed over in a short while, and the crowd behind the crowd holding the dagger seemed to wish that the Creevey was unloaded. .
"You lowly pig! Let me die!"
A student with a fleshy face slashed at the Creevey with a dagger with ruby handles. Obviously, he didn’t keep his hands!
Morpheus looked at the baggy noble in front of him, but did nothing. Instead, he looked at the Creevey standing next to him-the latter cleverly escaped the opponent’s sword, but did not face Morpheus Behind the meaning of dodge, but stretched out a thin fist and hit the other party.
The consequences are of course being kicked by a few other guys who follow up.
However, even if the white robe was stained by the dust on the ground, he never asked for help from Morpheus, and he hadn’t even seen him before.
"You are a mediocre! Let you be alive! I will--"
Several people rushed up while scolding, raising their hands to cut to Creevey’s head, but before the words in their mouths were finished, they only heard a clear metal collision, and the short sword in their hands lightly...
He raised his hand and saw that his short sword, which was specially customized for hundreds of gold coins, was broken!
The severe pain in the wrist seems to be delayed for a few seconds, but it is clear that the other few people do not know what kind of person is the guy who blocked them in front of them-a group of people is obviously the role of a college dominance, see Something went wrong and immediately pointed the finger at this noisy guy.
However, they stupidly ignored the fact that the sword was cut off-this situation often means that the strength of the two sides is very different.
Nobles do things like ordinary people do, and sometimes they will be more aggressive and more insidious than street hooligans, and the four people right now are obviously of this type. They don’t even say hello, fists. And feet immediately rushed towards Morpheus.
Obviously, they all understand that killing a civilian can be wiped by their parents, but killing a nobleman is not so easy to speak. The short sword in his hand does not use a sharp edge, but instead uses the hilt to Morpheus. !
Not far away, Creevey fell to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up.
"Boom!"
The action of Morpheus is almost instinctive.
A muffled sound accompanied by the sound of a broken rib, the guy who had just cut off his short sword in Morpheus suddenly flew out, hit the two companions behind him, and fell to the ground.
Surprise.
The only guy left is worthy of being a child of the nobility. His raised fist suddenly dropped, and it was natural that he could no longer perform a noble ritual naturally. He said: "Congle, the family of Rondos -" /
"Boom!"
Morpheus is not interested in playing any tricks, let alone knowing what it means to be forgiving and forgiving. The hard fist directly knocks the guy who bends forward to the ground, and the teeth are instantly broken to the small side. , "Poo" spit out five or six broken teeth, this guy wanted to open his mouth to talk, but found that his chin was dislocated--
"Something to find you."
There is no polite expression, Morpheus ignores the few people who can't get up and roll in front of his eyes, and greets Creevey straight.
And the latter smiled and kicked the guys on the ground one by one, but they were all kicked in the rough skin. This behavior is obviously not about causing harm to the other party. It is a psychological tramp on dignity.
Ignoring the hatred of those noble young masters, Creevey is still the smile that seems to have happened, and left the scene with the back of Morpheus.
"Damn..."
Covering the abdomen of three ribs, the noble fat man lying on the ground lost his face, staring fiercely at the two leaving, squeezing his fists.
......
Creevey still has that faint smile behind Morpheus, without saying a word.
The Tarens School covers a large area, and it has been a long time since the place where it just happened to be far away from the lively discussion. Morpheus’s walking speed is not slow, and this short boy is closely following In the back, except for the dirt on his body and the strange bruise on his face, no one would imagine this guy can face the long sword of the nobleman without any fear.
Morpheus didn’t talk nonsense, and came straight to the public reading room of the Tarens School library. There are not many students reading here, most of them are men and women who flirt. I saw the cold-looking Morpheus and the following role as a bug The administrator looked up lazily, then looked down again.
Tarens School’s generosity can be seen from various places. The library of the ordinary college will not have armchairs and elaborate fir tables, nor will it have a collection of more than hundreds of thousands of books, but at the moment the two are not In order to visit-Creevey naturally sat opposite Morpheus ~ IndoMTL.com ~ reached out and wiped the blood stains on the corner of the mouth.
"Thank you."
The pale-faced child smiles sincerely.
No response from Morpheus, thought for a while, said: "How much do you know about magic?"
It seems that he is too general to say so, he added, "There is a basic theory of elements."
"Want to learn?"
Creevey raised his eyebrows, and there was a scar on the corner of his eyebrows, slightly bleeding.
Morpheus raised his hand and took out the scarf he carried with him—this is one of the noble etiquettes—and handed it to Creevey. The latter took both hands and wiped it gently, frowning slightly.
"Elemental theory, alchemy, practical anatomy, and Warcraft body structure, I will have some of these things," Creevey pointed to his head, "If you want to learn, I can help you."
"How old are you?"
Morpheus raised his eyebrows. The guy in front of him was obviously not the kind of bragging guy.
"Eleven." Creevey is a little shy.
"What kind of compensation is needed?" Morpheus didn't mention anything about beating the nobles just now.
"The next time you see me being beaten, just help."
Creevey also expressed his requirements without hesitation.
"Deal."
Morpheus nodded, "Where can I find you?"
"I am usually on the thirteenth floor of the Astrology Pavilion."
"Got it."
Stand up, turn around and leave without any mud, Morpheus even has no extra questions.
The two freaks have reached a certain agreement in this way. Perhaps many years later, Morpheus will sigh how they can be so compatible with this quirky character, because in the next ten years or even decades, no one can be like He is the one who talked to Creevey like this.