Black Scepter Chapter 40: Father and son, cemetery, last words
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When the carriage of the Duke’s Palace drove back to the huge mansion, the weather was still gloomy.
The rain seems to be even heavier. Although the carriage is tall, the sound of raindrops from the top makes Morpheus feel a little lonely. Although I stayed in Tarens School for a short time, I met a few unforgettable guys. It was the first time for him to experience this feeling of separation. In the past, he walked alone in the jungle for a long time. He didn’t know much about the so-called human relationship, and after the personal experience, he was very emotional.
When he was young, he did not have the kind of accidents and vicissitudes of ordinary nobles. The story of Morpheus seems to ordinary people to be like a fantasy, and he was facing more danger than his peers had eaten. Survive under the conditions, naturally have an abnormally tough heart, frustration? failure? This is nothing more than a routine for Morpheus, otherwise he will not leave so many scars on his body and experience so many dangers of dying.
So when the carriage stopped slowly, Morpheus had already forgiven in his heart the act of his father giving a guarantee but not fulfilling his promise-in fact, he did not expect help from others, even if this person was His own father.
Pulling up the hood, when Old Palfa opened the door, the raindrops became more dense, gently covering the manuscript with his cloak, Morpheus walked off the carriage, raised his head, but froze slightly.
It's still like the first time he came to the Duke's Palace. The old Duke stood beside the knight sculpture and stood tall, so he stared at the Morpheus walking off the carriage.
Unlike the last time, under the heavy rain at this moment, the prince of the empire was not wearing a cloak. A luxurious and noble robe has been soaked, and it can be seen that it has been standing in the rain for a long time.
He stopped slightly, and the father and son looked at each other at a distance of ten meters, and then Morpheus reached out and took off his hood and walked to his father.
"I did not do what I promised."
Acar Duke looked at his son. His face didn't have the seriousness of the past. He looked at his last heir at the moment, and whispered with a little guilt.
Morpheus didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t look up in the face of this strange father, but instinctively felt that this sentence was heavy and abnormal, making his heart slightly uncomfortable.
"The mentor told me that I would be a good knight, maybe Cauchy School of Knighthood is more suitable for me."
Changed a smile, Morpheus raised his head, he wouldn’t be so naughty as to have a temperament, he from the jungle knows that some things can’t be done, don’t force it, and letting nature take its course is not a bad thing.
"If possible, I would like to invite your mentor to visit the Ducal Palace."
The old prince nodded, his unsmiling expression rare, his hair soaked in heavy rain for a long time, this attitude itself is to show his son his guilt, the man will not take his mood lightly Speak out, but express everything with action.
He reached out and patted Morpheus on the shoulder. This was the first time the Duke of Windsor made such a movement. Morpheus smiled lightly and walked into the Duke’s Palace with the old Duke.
The old butler behind sighed slightly, looking back at the brave knight sculpture, I wonder what to think.
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The Creevey overlooking the Astrology Pavilion looked a little dazed, and watched the tall carriage drive out of the campus. There was something he couldn't tell.
At the age of seven, he experienced a family upheaval. At the age of eight, he aspired to become a magician, and then entered the sea of books forever. Now his understanding and reading of magic can already throw his peers out of ten streets, but in his mind The goal is always unattainable.
A stack of parchment papers is placed on the desk not far away. This is the ninth academic paper written by Creevey after sleeping and forgetting food. The previous eight papers were not submitted to the Magic Guild for review or publication. Directly burned after comparing the data.
If you want to make a difference, you must have an attachment that is hard for ordinary people.
At the moment, Creevey was eleven years old. While most aristocrats were confused or numb by the prospects that had been fixed by his parents, he quietly opened a door that ordinary people could not reach with his unremitting efforts.
The main table quietly contains the essay, which is only eleven years old but has sophisticated handwriting and terminology. The title is "Discussion and Inquiry into the "Critical Point" of Shield Defense Mechanism", inspired by natural sources In Hitchcock Bryan’s "On the Phenomenon of Magical Shields Exemption" once lent to him by Morpheus, this doctrine is rarely known in the distant Gilman Empire. It is enough to put it in the Byzantine Empire. .
"Thank you."
Perhaps this is what he always wanted to say to Morpheus but had no chance to say it. On the thirteenth floor of the silent Astrology Pavilion, as always, he is the only one.
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As the sun rises, Morpheus rides an unremarkable warm-blooded horse on the horse farm behind the Duke’s Palace, holding a Byzantine heavy cavalry lance, accelerating, sprinting, and hitting the long spear tip again and again He let the next person install the target-a golden Aztec gold coin suspended with a tough thin wire.
Some people may think that this kind of behavior is too exaggerated, too self-confident or even vain, but no one knows what Morpheus really thinks after deciding to enter Cauchy School of Knighthood.
Riding and riding skills, these two things he has basically never shown on Tarens School. The only highlight may be the short moments of his fighting with a dagger, but no one will know that this walking is in The ability to ride and fight right away in the forest is a mess for most of the old Byzantine cavalry.
When the horse reaches full speed, it hits a moving target on the ground with a lance at high speed. Of the Byzantine's elite "Templar Knights," only elite cavalry can achieve nine out of ten.
But at the moment of Morpheus, every shot of the rifle can use the tip of the spear to directly hit the Aztec gold coins hanging in the air, and even in the next few exercises, it was also like a gold pendulum. So hit.
There are not many people in the back garden of the Duke’s Palace at the moment. There are only two servants at the edge of the horse farm, and several guards are guarding the corner, but this incredible riding ability has made several soldiers who have accidentally glanced dumbfounded.
The Morpheus on the warhorse wore a lightweight leather armor and passed in the cool morning wind with clear eyes, concentration and silence.
Without tens of thousands of exercises, there is no such ability at all. In addition to Morpheus holding a scimitar in the forest and wearing animal skin to explore, the rest of the time was thrown by Tang Jidi to the horse that once dropped Morpheus The black horse on the back of 1,373 times, with a straight white wax pole to attack may be the only Aztec gold coin owned by Tang Jidi.
Of course, before this, Morpheus has been holding a pure metal rifle for three years.
Sixteen years a year, Morpheus is spent in the forest, in order to get enough prey to get enough food, in addition to buying wine and tobacco for this old guy, anyway, Morpheus who lost his mother has no other relatives, This old man, who was stern but not disgusting, made Morpheus respectful and abnormal.
And most of the remaining half of the time is spent in the house where Tang Jidi de is located, practicing the skills of riding and rifling daily, and also using the machete to learn from him under the guidance of Tang Jidi de, eight years As a day of practice, the hardships are not humane.
Behind the "genius" in the eyes of others, why not?
Cauchy School of Knighthood has received the request of the Duke’s Palace and is conducting an audit-the so-called audit is to discuss internally what kind of class Morpheus, a noble son of the duke, should enter.
This time, the Duke Windsor did not let Morpheus hide his identity. The students of Cauchy School of Knighthood are 100% nobles. Morpheus will even meet the sons of many marquises or earls. Although it sounds similar to the original Carlin and Congle, In fact, there is a difference between the cloud and the mud. The noble nobles are always getting poorer, and the real core noble circles are all real powers. It is clear that Morpheus is about to contact a real noble circle.
When the practice was over, the sun had just risen. Morpheus gently held the Neapolitan magic steel dagger, practiced the sword style taught to him by several old guys, and then walked to the loft where he lived.
However, I did not know what he thought of. He turned around and walked towards the last area of the Duke’s Palace-the cemetery where the Windsor family members had passed away.
As an ancient family for more than 500 years, family members can be described as as many as the root system of the banyan tree, but there are very few direct blood relatives. Those who can be buried here are all nobles in the family.
The high or low tombstones are different. Morpheus looks at it, and there are more than one hundred.
The servant followed behind Morpheus, but stopped at the entrance of the cemetery and stopped entering.
Morpheus walked past, where a senior of this ancient family was buried, there are men and women, the dates engraved on the tombstone let him know that this is basically arranged in chronological order, and the most recent grave is engraved The date of death surprised him slightly.
The time is this year.
"Morrill? Windsor, Kris? Windsor, Brown? Windsor..."
Morpheus silently walked in front of this row of new tombstones~IndoMTL.com~The people buried here are the victims of the recent robberies of the Windsor family-that is, the heirs of the Duke Acar?Windsor, two sons And a daughter, brothers and sisters who are nominally Morpheus.
And next to it is the tombstone inscribed with "Eileen Brenda Windsor", whose identity is the wife of the Duke of Windsor.
Morpheus stood still. He understood that the people in the grave in front of him were not his own biological mother, but this feeling was very weird, a little sad and a little sad. He also thought, if it were not for the death of these people, would he really stay in Hooke Town for a lifetime?
Will Tang Jidi de teach again there until he is an adult?
Unfortunately, there are not so many in the world. If Morpheus glanced over several tombs with knight sculptures in the distance, it seemed to me that he was in a military aristocracy with great military skills.
The shapes of the knights on the sculptures are different, and the armor styles are different. The posture of the war horses shows that at least three former homeowners were killed on the battlefield, and two other post-war serious casualties, and recent generations of homeowners It is the end of life.
"The living must die, the gathering must be scattered, the accumulation must be exhausted, the standing must fall, the higher must fall."
This sentence is the epitaph of the seventh house owner Gris? Windsor. When Morpheus read this sentence, he suddenly stopped and turned away from the cemetery.
Ten sentences are literary words, one sentence is diplomatic rhetoric, one hundred words are proverbs, and a thousand words are a last word.
The last aristocrat’s last words are lessons, treasures, and wealth, and Morpheus is worth remembering.