Black Scepter Chapter 24: Amazing answers


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The short sword is slightly raised, and the lifting style is completely different from the Byzantine swordsman, but the simple and simple movements have the meaning of gazing at the world.

However, at the moment when this group of raiders appeared stunned, two black shadows appeared silently on both sides of the alley. The students who had no time to look back were knocked out one by one, no matter whether the other party noticed whether to dodge or not, they were cut by a palm knife on the back of the neck and fell to the ground.

When the students in front of Morpheus finally recovered and prepared to attack again, they didn’t even know that the "comrades" behind them had already laid down one by one, and even the extra mumble was too late The action of wielding the sword was blocked by a powerful hand, and the corner of the eye was only able to glimpse the ordinary face behind him. Then he was stunned by the punch of Morpheus in front of him without any hesitation.

"Young Master."

The two are obviously guardian knight-like characters of the Windsor family. Morpheus knows that this kind of protection is always around him. He looked at the two kneeling on one knee in front of his eyes. Seeing one of the sword masters suddenly stood up and made the action of pulling the sword to protect!

"Poof!"

A muffled noise with a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, the guard in front of Morpheus failed to stop the arrows of the attack, but was shot through the abdomen with one arrow! But he used his body to block the hidden weapon that was supposed to hit Morpheus's chest-another guard shouted "enemy attack", grabbed Morpheus and ran towards the exit of the alley, with great strength Make Morpheus simply unable to resist.

High-level sword division, which is enough to be placed in the army as a school officer or even a general officer.

"Stop!"

Morpheus didn't make any struggling movements, but just ordered a calm and unusual emphasis on the swordsman who took himself away.

Command, not request.

The sword master stopped reflexively, but his eyes were alert. He looked a little hesitantly and looked at the family master. He didn’t make any claims to talk nonsense, but pulled out his sword and told this with the simplest action. The head of the future Windsor family: If the enemy comes, he must first step over his body.

Because high-level sword masters are willing to be dead, follow the nobles of the nobles and have to look up. This is the essence of the nobles.

"Don’t leave your comrades in arms." The short sword in the hand of Morpheus made a defensive preparation, staring at the uneven roofs in the distance, looking for possible enemies-obviously, this kind of ruthlessness It’s not necessarily his own enemy, but he is more likely to be an enemy of the family. "Close, cover."

This is the first time Morpheus has cooperated with people. Although it is always a single adventure in the jungle, this moment the swordsman has used his actions to give Morpheus trust chips.

The two moved, and quickly and concealedly leaned against the wall and returned to the swordsman who fell in the middle of the arrow. The latter was so powerful that he didn’t die, but his face was ugly. The same, but the Windsor family did not let Morpheus take more risks. The two teams of heavily armed guards quickly rushed over, took the injured swordsman a simple first aid and carried it out of the alley, and the remaining ten people It is firmly protecting Morpheus, waiting for the order.

Milan light armor pieces of the family elite gleam in the sun, this armor requires at least five Aztec gold coins for each set. Only the Royal Guard of Constantinople can stabilize the armament quality Overheaded, even the helmet engraved with the Windsor emblem is worth the income of ordinary people for several months.

The Windsor family does not lack money and glory, the only thing missing is the ordinary and stable living environment.

Morpheus looked at the swordsman who was carried away, and he felt a little guilty under his heart. This kind of emotion is unavoidable by a teenager. Even if he knew the duties of the swordsman in front of him, he had no intention of forcing himself to be cold-blooded, because The old guy Tang Jidi once said: "Don’t care how the group of Holy Seelers fooled you, believe it or not, you have to be a kind person with a good heart, better than possessing unparalleled power and terrifying power. Rarely."

Morpheus will not abandon this principle in his life.

"You guys step back, I'm not that vulnerable." Morpheus waved his hand and turned to the high-level swordsman who had never left him one step away. "What's your name?"

"Guevara, young master." The talking swordsman does not have those gorgeous armor, perhaps for disguise. His dress is like a hawker who is going to the market. The sword is not long. It's almost the same as Morpheus's, hidden and deadly.

"Follow me, others will step back."

Morpheus walked straight out of the alley, and Guevara took the sword and sheathed and followed the calm and anomalous teenager, without any unnecessary nonsense.

......

On the tower in the distance, Della stood in front of the window, squinting slightly as she looked out of the alley.

Turning around, there was one more abrupt visitor than usual in the originally shabby and simple room-a guy who was tightly bound tightly was struggling hard, looking into Della's eyes full of fear.

He can’t resist this emotion. As a bounty hunter, tracking and anti-tracking are always necessary basic skills, but he only has the time to shoot a crossbow and is thrown by a woman who appears suddenly behind him in an incredible way. At this point, if he had not suffered any harm at this moment, he must have felt he was already in hell.

Of course, there is not much deviation from the facts.

Of course, it is not only the Christoph family who wants the Windsor family to die. Those little-known families will naturally make their own efforts in a hidden way. This crappy assassin is naturally one of them- —In other words, even this kind of assassin can know that the last heir of the Windsor family is in class at Tarens School, and those families naturally need not say much.

It's just this seemingly simple task, but it's actually as difficult as going to the sky.

"Poof!"

I didn’t even see Della’s movements. A cold ice cone appeared on the ground and pierced the ankle of the guy who was lying on the ground.

The pain caused his face to be white for a moment, and his cold sweat could not stop his forehead, and then dripped to the ground, but he couldn't cry because his mouth was **** by the black rope.

"Assassination? What a terrible trick."

Dela’s voice is very cold. What is completely different from the indifference in the class is that this is a kind of cold-hearted indifference and indifference to life.

The second ice cone pierced the opponent’s calf, and Della didn’t speak. With her finger extended, the third and fourth ice cone nailed the guy’s limbs in sequence.

This woman is a devil!

The near-shock bounty hunter who has been tortured by pain has already insulted all the relatives of the unknown woman in front of him, but he can't stop this demon-like thin woman in this room that is the same as the dungeon. Actions that tortured his will.

"There are too many reasons for assassination. If an aristocrat is not hated forever in his life, then it is really a failed aristocrat." Della sat gracefully on the humble wooden chair On the top, Erlang's legs were gently raised, and the black robe brought a breath of horror.

"No one can assassinate the person selected by the tutor."

The corners of Della’s mouth curled up, as if talking to herself, as if talking to the poor guy on the ground whose blood had been frozen, but the latter was obviously unable to answer-the last ice cone pierced His head made the exploding plasma look like a blossoming **** flower.

"Dada."

The thick wooden door was knocked, the smile on Della’s mouth hadn’t disappeared, she turned her face, and the expression looking towards the wooden door instantly became the usual indifference during the Tarens School lecture, got up and opened the wooden door in person, Morpheus stood alone In front of the door.

"Ask me questions?"

Dela’s voice has no enthusiasm, as if she doesn’t know Morpheus at all, or just treat him as a student who has only a few sides in her life.

Morpheus was not so sociable. After thinking about the opening speech for a long time, he was choked back into his throat. He was stunned holding a roll of parchment in his hand, and even he nodded.

"Come in."

Dela no longer embarrassed this ridiculous looking child, and opened the position to signal Morpheus to enter the door. The latter nodded and walked in.

All the aristocratic princes of Constantinople several times, it is estimated that he has such communicative ability. Which one of the other aristocratic princes is not a smooth-spoken man who saw a woman’s tongue? The ability of the aristocratic young masters who dominate the lower body to sing songs every night is directly proportional to their oral skills~IndoMTL.com~ also makes Della particularly spurned.

So this somewhat aristocratic nobleman really surprised Della. There was no second chair in the room. Morpheus stood so honestly after entering the door. The magician Della was not polite. In the only chair in the room-the assassin who had just been killed had disappeared with the blood stains before the Morpheus entered the door.

"Your test paper is very interesting," Della opened the topic, but her voice is still not human, "Maybe you trust the sword in your hand more, and reserve views on the ethereal elements."

"Yes."

Morpheus nodded, his nose twitched inadvertently, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose. He seemed to want to cover up this tiny detail.

"The sensitivity of the average person to the taste of blood cannot reach your level. Presumably your response today is not a brave move." Della’s eyes looked directly at Morpheus, and there was no slight point out that Morpheus was hidden from what seemed Thoughts under the harmless appearance of humans and animals.

"Craving for strength?"

Dela is sitting in a very correct position, which is very different from the casual posture she had just tortured the assassin.

Morpheus was broken through the actions behind his mask, his face slightly unnatural, but he quickly adjusted to hear her next question, Morpheus nodded without hesitation.

"I believe in myself more than relying on the strength of the family."

"There are many people who have this kind of thinking, and you will never be short of one, but how can you prove that you have the courage to go down this path of pursuing truth?"

Dela’s words just fell, and Morpheus replied with his shocking movements.


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