Black Scepter Chapter 37: Purple iris, will not die this way
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"Oh."
Della unexpectedly didn’t respond anymore. She just sat there and asked a few questions about the task of Morpheus. She was not very satisfied with the answer. Obviously, Morpheus’s emotions were very badly affected by the assassination Big impact, did not complete the task within the stipulated time.
After all, he is still a child in his mid-tens, smiling at the distance between him and him.
However, Della was very forgiving and didn't say much. She just took the boy to the tower and explained the application of the elements to the unlucky blood.
The Morpheus who has seen "Marcus Blood History" already understands that the blood in front of him is an earl-level vampire, and this level of guys have already counted the Gangdoslan family who are mainly bounty hunters. A strong master, but this one used to appear as a fatal blow before he was assassinated and cut off by Della. I have to say that the luck is bad enough.
Now, Della’s demonstration for Morpheus is not to use the silver knife to dissect, but a knife formed with condensed elements for Morpheus to demonstrate its power and elemental control.
At the same time, he is also explaining how to use the Morpheus without the magic foundation of "crystal silk", even if Morpheus does not know anything about it now.
Every release of spells and magic is a huge project for ordinary people, from gestures to the communication between spirit and elements, and then the release of energy from the crystal wire to transform the elements and begin to condense, from beginning to end. There is a slight deviation, even if a syllable is misread, it will cause the collapse of the entire casting process.
It’s no wonder that no one in the magic books so far has said the word "human conquering elements." For magic, humans can only explore cautiously, cautiously, and abnormally. A little fur was found on the way, how easy is it to want to control the elements? Della’s strength has made Morpheus have a completely different understanding of magic from ordinary students, but when condensing ten element scalpels at the same time, she sighed softly: "Compared to my mentor, I just just crossed the threshold. Apprentice."
Who is her mentor again?
Morpheus doesn't know and dare not think about it.
There is no practice in this class, and Morpheus also knows intermittently why this strong woman is willing to accept herself as an apprentice-Della’s "mentor". This reason somehow makes Morpheus a little awkward in his heart. .
It can’t be said that it may be because he hasn’t really started to study meditation and condense the elements yet, or it may be because Della hasn’t looked at it because of his strength. In short, it’s a little bit lost.
Dela seemed to see the Morpheus’s mind that was not easily concealed. After dispersing the elemental blades with ten handles floating in the air, regardless of the dying blood race beside him, she smiled and said, "Is there some Not reconciled?"
"A little bit."
Morpheus tells the truth.
"If I tell you that your magical qualification is more ordinary than Creevey, what would you think?"
This sentence makes Morpheus feel a little bit struck by thunder. His head is shocked, but he quickly calms down-because he never felt that he was a material for learning magic, accepting this reality is better than anyone else. Be quick.
"Should it be."
Morpheus sighed, pulling the corner of her mouth helplessly.
"The original fact is this, your father is Sword Sage level strong, naturally you should inherit more father, but your hair color, pupil color and even body structure are not different from your father, this What does it mean?"
Morpheus doesn’t understand, he doesn’t understand what the conclusion of the mainland’s research on genetics is, and the old guy Tang Jidi will not tell him about the influence of his parents’ lineage on himself, so he shook his head and said do not know.
Dela smiled and laughed a lot.
Later, she didn't say the fact that Morpheus might feel incredible, just pointed to his arm and said, "Let me see it."
Morpheus gently rolled up the sleeve of the luxurious coat, revealing his arms wrapped around the bandage, but at the end of the bandage, the trace of the magic pattern was clear and obvious.
Dela's unexpected expression, slightly squinting, held Morpheus's left arm, and her fingers swiped over the magic pattern that was not much exposed because of the clothes.
At this moment, Morpheus suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The feeling that I had experienced at Hooke Town suddenly came. He would never forget this kind of burning pain that felt like he was burning-but it was even stronger now.
Dela's fingers left, Morpheus took a deep breath and gasped violently.
"It is both a gift and a curse."
This magician who is always shrouded in mystery takes a step back and whispers: "Come here today, give you a leave, and come here after you leave Tarrens."
"Yes, tutor."
Morpheus bowed and bowed, as if fleeing and pushed out the door. His body was still trembling slightly. He almost collapsed after leaving Della’s sight, holding the wall to gasp for half a day, and then he felt slow and came. Without leaving, he left the tower.
The magician Della, who stood by the window and looked down, showed a smile that ordinary people can never see. This expression has not appeared on Della’s face for many years. It seems that he does not laugh like this again. A magician will forget it completely.
There is no hero at all, make Eriko famous?
In this era, absolutely not.
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7 Stuart Street, Duke of Windsor.
A team of carriages drove out of the mansion. Although there was no magnificent* momentum, the invisible street was more invisible.
Purple iris badges shone with restrained luster in the sun, the carriage was running smoothly and abnormally, the old housekeeper still personally served as a driver, but this time it was not like the student in Tarrens was wearing a black dress, but a dark blue Although it is a housekeeper, the silver handmade buckle of the cuffs and the metal buckle flower used for decoration on the collar are far from the ordinary nobility. The carriage has a dark red hue and the dark shading is extremely deep. Satin curtains float gently, and the horses pulling the cart are tall and calm.
Turn out of Stewart Street and walk through three quiet streets. The streets along the Nobile district will always be so atmosphere. It is peaceful and never has secular disturbances, although to a large extent this is like the socialization of the knife among the nobles. In general, undercurrents often flow under the calm water, but in Constantinople, even if the patriarch is assassinated, no one will shout and run on the streets of the Nobel District.
No ills, no tepidity.
The Nobel area with an overall area of only one tenth of Constantinople has more than half of the wealth of Constantinople. If you count Pansell School of Magic at the edge of the Nobel area, this number will become 90%.
It is enough to imagine what amazing wealth gathered at the destination of the Duke of Windsor at this moment.
The surrounding buildings are not tall, but they are regular and full of rich details. They are the residences of the counts and counts of the empire, but after driving out of the last street into the area in front of them, the surrounding buildings suddenly disappeared. , What remains is a huge ring-shaped open space.
The ground is no longer an ordinary bluestone road, but replaced by black inkstones as dark as the night, with the light shining from time to time, proving that there is a deep and powerful magic circle underneath.
The convoy stopped here, and the old housekeeper bowed down and opened the door.
Acar?Windsor, the hawk nobles in this empire who have never been cold to magic came to Pansell School of Magic, a place where he once pretended to be a gathering place of irrational lunatics at a banquet, just for Get a place for your son.
The guard respectfully arranged the formation. Duke Windsor raised his head, looking at this iconic building next to the Saint Laurent Cathedral in Constantinople, sighed slightly, and then stepped towards the door of the Academy of Magic in the distance.
The image of Pansell School of Magic is like a huge spindle-shaped cylinder. The ground floor covers an area of nearly 1,000 square meters, gradually increasing, and the area of each floor decreases gradually until the core minaret of the tenth floor. Just like overlooking the mainland's No. 1 Magic Academy from above, with the circular magic array on the ground, it is as dazzling and beautiful as a blooming flower.
The door of the academy has long been opened, but this is only for etiquette-although the nobles in the empire have a right to one side, they will not interfere in two departments, one is the Saint Laurent Cathedral that stands in the core area of Constantinople Unlike the Patriarch Patriarch represented by it, the other is the Pansell School of Magic recognized by the Magic Guild with a strong background that ignores the nobility.
So even the Duke will not be treated more than a student here.
The indifferent college receptionist greeted the prince dully, and then turned around and led him to the top of Pansell School of Magic-there is the position of the dean because of the appointment in advance For this reason, the old Duke can face the guy who was eligible for the Golden Oak badge once he was nineteen years old.
Geeks, there is absolutely no shortage here.
As a strongman of Sword Sage level, the old duke is now known to be at the forefront of the crowd. The changes of the situation 20 years ago seem to have gone away from him. The large number of emerging strongmen have already fallen. The Duke's strength is not as good as before, but the deterrent and temper are unchanged.
The corridor is brightly lit, even though it’s a hot summer day outside~IndoMTL.com~ but there is no ray of sunlight coming in. Instead, the two beams on the wall exude a soft light like sunlight, and the echo of the footsteps is quiet The old duke looked serious.
The housekeeper Palfa stood at the door of Pansell School of Magic and was motionless like a sculpture, so he waited quietly for a day.
When the afterglow of the sun was over, the old duke walked out the door of the School of Magic and walked into the carriage without a word.
The butler familiar with the master knows that things don’t seem to be going well, but he doesn’t talk much at this time, but just makes the carriage move slightly slower, and the driving is smoother. Sometimes, All these details need to be taken into account. After spending so many years in the Duke’s Palace, Palfa is stable and watertight.
The Duke’s Palace in the night was deserted because of the departure of the main heart. When the convoy stopped, the Windsor Duke who got off the carriage had no reason to add a kind of killing gas that only appeared many years ago. The deserted mansion seemed to have dropped a few degrees in temperature.
Looking up at the sculpture of the knight at the door of the mansion under the moonlight, the old duke suddenly said: "Bring a letter to Morpheus, his father is incompetent, there is no way for him to enter Pansell School of Magic."
The butler who has been behind the old duke suddenly paused. He never heard the word "incompetent" from the old man in front of him. Duke Acar, who once swept the battlefield rivals, finished this sentence. In the future, he bowed his head slightly, and his wrinkled face was lonely and abnormal.
"In the final analysis...I am really not a qualified father."
The old housekeeper bowed deeply and turned back without saying anything extra.
The Duke of Windsor stood in front of the sculpture for a long time, sighing slightly, and turned and walked into the mansion, the pace was decisive.
"However, the purple iris will not die like this."