Black Scepter Chapter 39: Holy Dome Archmage

Some things today, go out for a day, one more offering, thank you for your support.

Purchase a red ticket and collect.

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The summer heat seems to be gradually away with the arrival of a few clear rains. At noon, the light rain stopped a little, Morpheus walked out of his dormitory, behind him was Guevara and the guards who secretly guarded Morpheus, but at the moment Their duty is to carry luggage-a book and notes are the gains of Morpheus these days, but the lonely he is wearing that plain clothes at the moment, with a rainproof cloak on the outside and a roll of parchment in hand , Quietly standing on the road to the entrance of Tarens School.

Unknown students gossip is abnormal, and the discussion quickly spread to the passing students, guessing why the student who was "evicted" left, and more coincidentally, the Carlin and Kang, who secretly slanderd on the wall some time ago Geer happened to return to Tarens School today. Two nobles formed a mighty convoy and stopped in front of the college. They walked off the carriage with pride, but found Morpheus standing alone in front of the school gate, with luggage next to it.

Obviously, it’s the scene where the cover rolls away.

This time, I didn’t make the fat man Carlin and Conger laugh, and the two did not find women to spit fire in the days of "resting", but it was obvious that they did not notice that Tarens School suddenly stopped class three. The news of the day, it took a few days to come back and look at it. The guy who once let himself suffer was so desperately expelled from the campus, naturally attributed the "credit" to the strategy he used when he left.

"Hum...Hum..."

Carlin yin and yang walked in front with anger and contempt. The contemptuous eyes were obvious, but they were more proud than mocking.

"Noble Master Morpheus, I don’t know what you are doing here?"

Congle asked, narrowing his eyes. He had many gold teeth and he smiled insignificantly. Although there was still no translucent sunlight to shine on the shining teeth, the ridicule was beyond words.

Morpheus stared at the two, unsure, shrugging their shoulders without talking.

I don’t need any fists to clean up my opponents anymore. After the assassination, Morpheus gradually realized that he began to use everything he could use to deal with his enemies.

"You are out of luck when you leave the school."

Carlin's tone suddenly became violent after approaching Morpheus. Behind him, the carriage outside the school gate did not leave immediately. A private guard of about ten people stood there. Obviously, the role is not only to protect their young master .

I have to sigh that this fat man’s IQ is really not enough. A nobleman who can make him suffer so much without being punished by the school or even summoned, will really lose his noble family as written on his file. Is it that simple?

In fact, people are often blinded by their self-confidence and subjective assumptions, thus ignoring clues that outsiders look conspicuous and abnormal, or that tragedies caused by blind arrogance are often blamed.

When Congle hadn’t said anything, a loud noise came from the school gate behind him—turning his head, he saw Carlin and Conger’s aristocratic convoy and guards approaching the road, even The Yu guards stood upright. Although this action did not reach the salute specification, it was to show the respect of the lower aristocracy to the upper aristocracy.

That is to say, a convoy above marquis is approaching here.

Carlin and Congle looked at each other with strange eyes.

"Tick."

The raindrops dripped, the clouds in the sky gathered again, and the drizzle cast a light mist on the world.

In the white mist, a twelve-man guard appeared neatly in front of the school gate, and the horse-drawn carriage lined up to protect the campus.

Twelve people, this is the number of guards that the Duke will have. The Byzantine aristocracy has many strict rules. The number of guards traveling in a single carriage is constant and cannot be exceeded. But this is enough to prove the specifications of this carriage.

The dark red carriage moving silently, the four pure-colored Kabaldwin blood horses, the sense of oppression and the noble atmosphere unique to the upper nobility make two children who have only seen the Duke’s Palace carriage far away I took a breath.

Carlin and Conger took a step backwards involuntarily, because this tall carriage required them to raise their heads to look up — unlike the carriage of Earl’s Court, the carriage that the Duke’s House can be equipped with can take six people without being obvious. Crowded.

Luxury and noble, these words are not exaggerated when used in this carriage, and even the wheel diameter is a circle larger than the carriage in Earl’s Court in the distance.

However, while they were surprised when they stepped back, they were even more surprised by the movement of the shabby guy—he took a step forward toward the carriage.

In the eyes of two children, this action is a pass-by behavior that can be picked up directly by the private soldiers and thrown into prison!

But at the next moment, the tall carriage stopped straight in front of the boy.

Like a rest symbol, the sound of horseshoes stopped abruptly.

The raindrops slipped and the emblem of the purple iris was no longer covered. The old housekeeper of the Windsor family stepped off the carriage and bowed to salute. .

Morpheus Windsor, the last heir to the Windsor family, lightly covered the manuscript of the Aquinas handbook "Theological Encyclopedia" held in his arms with his cloak, nodded slightly at the old housekeeper, and immediately walked into the car It represents the carriage of the nobleman on the first step of the Constantinople core circle.

From beginning to end, never looked back.

The old housekeeper turned his face slightly in the drizzle, and his eyes stayed on the two arrogant anomalies for a few seconds. The invisible chill made the two like falling into the ice cave, but the two in the dull state can only watch The old man with a straight waist boarded the carriage again and waved the reins indifferently.

The carriage slowly left and disappeared into the mist brought by the drizzle under the protection of the guard.

The Morpheus at this moment is a must.

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As the first magic school in the empire and the mainland, Pansell School of Magic will never admit a waste.

There was a faint line of inscriptions on the first wall that walked into the Pansell School of Magic giant tower, with a sentence written in the ancient Klingon script-"Superstition, depression, and hypocrisy, but the truth has always been a beggar."

Magicians are such a group of people seeking truth.

The current and 37th Dean of Pansell School of Magic received the golden oak badge of this ancient academy at the age of nineteen. The Wizards of the Heavens deserves its name, but his achievements after receiving this medal are even more impressive. Continental magicians are generally divided into three basic titles: magician, magister, and Archmage. Each level is low, middle, and high. However, there are still levels like Archmage above these classes, but the title is not rigid.

The dean of Pansell School of Magic has the title of "Holy Dome Grand Archmage". This title is basically the highest level that can be assessed by the Magic Guild at present. That is to say, among the peerless strong, this dean must have a place. .

When he became the dean of Pansell School of Magic, Freud was 82 years old.

For previous deans, this is a record-breaking young age--magicians are not like swordsmen or knights. As the latter two of the physics profession, their power usually begins to decline after the age of fifty, unless Ascending to the extreme, generally at the age of 80, the peak will no longer be in the crowd, but the magician can prolong the life after understanding the higher mystery-from the physiological point of view ~ IndoMTL.com ~ high-level magician can be more Reduce the environmental damage to your body and reduce the speed of aging, so the longest-lived magician can have more than 300 years old.

Of course, this is the theoretical limit.

The 113-year-old Pansell School of Magic Dean Freud has been in this position for decades. Although he has lived for more than a century, he still has the appearance and spirit of almost middle-aged people. Stern.

It was he who waved his hand and rejected the request of the Duke of the Empire, Acar?Windsor, for his son to enter the academy, without leaving a trace of affection.

It's still the same sentence-Pansell, no waste and no-name people.

Freud is quietly reading a report in the principal’s office and his personal laboratory at the moment. The style of the room interprets an arcane magician to the extreme, flashing purple light. The text is even covered with floors, and every instrument on the test bench is worth the price. Half of the experimental magic array painted is as complicated as a labyrinth. Moir crystal glasses used to protect the eyes that cannot be opened under strong light are set aside. It looks messy, but it is orderly.

The desk is not big, but it is filled with parchment and books. Most of the above are the strength assessment and recent performance of the Magic Academy for students, but at the moment he is frowning at a letter he just received.

The content is very short, but Freud suddenly stood up after reading, and quickly walked to the huge stone door of the office. Unexpectedly, the gate of the dean that only he was qualified to open was gently opened.

The young and graceful figure reflected in Freud’s eyes in the soft light of the corridor. The one-hundred-year-old Saint Dome Archmage suddenly stopped at the next moment, stroking his chest with one hand and bowing slightly , Humble and respectful:

"Unexpectedly you are here in person..."