Black Scepter Chapter 43: Duke Azshara, the family of Solomon
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It's just that a figure in his vision made him feel special-Xu is wearing too low-key. It seems that Morpheus only noticed that a person standing quietly in the diagonal position of the house after a few minutes. The gorgeous lady, without those cumbersome lace and black velvet decorations, not as white as arsenic-skinned skin, nor the ridiculous skirt and disgusting tweaks that appear to Morpheus The robe, close to the body but loose, does not have the kind of enchantment that highlights the figure, but has a lonely aura that is hard for ordinary people.
There seems to be an invisible boundary beside her, and no one is near within three meters.
Morpheus doesn’t know who Xu Xu is, the lady who perfectly fits the word "noble", because her admission is after Morpheus, there will be no ethnic emblem on her body, only one embellishment The diamond of the purple robe is set on the left chest like a finishing pen, and no title or identity can be seen. But let Morpheus, a guy with a distorted aesthetic, feel "comfortable", which shows that the lady in front of you knows the way of dressing, but what makes Morpheus feel strange is that this woman's expression is very cold, making people not close The meaning, but always want to give people a second look.
What a contradiction.
"I heard that you are new here?"
The unkind questioning caused Morpheus to turn his head slightly, but the person in front of him was much smaller than himself. It seemed that he was only 11 or 12 years old, and he was also short, but he looked up more like a speaker. Looking down, he didn't look polite with his arms around his chest.
Humir, the youngest member of the Mistral family of magical family, Morpheus nodded with a smile, looking indignant.
"What would you do? Horse riding? Dance sword? Or manipulating elements? I think that those who can stand here should be stronger than those wastes?"
The kid is not at all polite, Morpheus shook his head calmly and said, "I don't seem to be able to do anything."
Nobles will never reveal their advantages when dealing with each other, often revealing their disadvantages as flaws, so as to see the reaction of the other side, and the instantaneous change of eyes will reveal the original intention of a noble pretending to be skillfully.
Of course, two guys who have not yet grown up naturally do not have such a deep city, one is because it is too young, and the other is because it is the first time to deal with it.
The talking child seemed a little surprised to hear this. He looked up and down at Morpheus. That kind of look was unscrupulous, and apparently he also learned to converge-placed in a general place, this behavior will naturally be treated as a childish child. Unintentional move, but Morpheus clearly noticed the other party's slightly hidden curiosity and faint disdain.
Disdain, accompanied by superiority, this is the emotion that family nobles often have.
"I hope you are kidding."
The child curled his lips, turned around, and walked away, but halfway through, he turned his back toward the Morpheus and extended his palm, seemingly casually snapping his fingers, sending out louder than ordinary fingers The clear sound, as if the flames of the flames flickered away, naturally and skillfully.
Morpheus narrowed its eyes slightly and smiled as the child left.
The semi-condensed state transformation of the element becomes the state of the element of fire at the moment when the ringing of the finger sounds and quickly annihilates, which shows that the child in front of him has mastered the element control of at least the high-level magician.
It’s really a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon.
Compared with him, Creevey may be really a waste in the eyes of outsiders.
The dinner soon began. Morpheus’s eyes were swept. Several peers had returned to their parents. They all seemed to regard Morpheus as air, especially the two girls. Although they looked at Morpheus There was a sense of novelty in discovering the new continent, but it quickly shifted away without taking a second look.
Want to take it easy? Ignore it completely?
Morpheus is not interested.
The Duke of Acar and several old friends walked down the second floor stairs. A group of old nobles walked together with great momentum. They were generous and confident, and the atmosphere was natural and harmonious. Of course, no one would think of this group of people. Ten years ago, there was still a fight between your life and death, or the several actions to assassinate Morpheus may have been the order of one of the nobles.
It’s all inaccurate, and it’s the reason why Acar has never been willing to attend this kind of dinner in the past. The knife is unspoken.
In short, as far as **** is a group of lunatics.
This is Tang Jidi's original words.
In the large hall, a noble family sat gently, the order was unified and tacit, and they were seated one by one according to the family influence and status, but when the unknown young man in the hall gently sat the Duke of Acar Beside him-that is, when the long table was in the first echelon, the scene was a little funny.
The people who had just disdained to talk to Morpheus suddenly looked embarrassed, and the old man who greeted Morpheus at the door smiled a little unspeakably.
The significance of this dinner is indeed as the old man said, the Duke Acar prepared for the son Morpheus to join this circle, so the Duke Lord who rarely attended the formal dinner at this moment gently stood up, facing the dozens of nobles who were already seated Whispered: "Let me introduce to you, my son, Morpheus Windsor, the last heir to Purple Iris."
In a word, it is a little abrupt, and some are sullen and some are also determined.
There was a moment of silence on the dining table.
Morpheus raised his head. As the focus of the audience, he smiled and nodded to the complex emotional eyes around him, without too much nonsense.
"Father of tigers has no dogs."
It's awkward, but the cold woman who is in the front is talking, and a purple velvet robe doesn't show a sense of extra redness on her body, a slightly lazy expression and the cold The gaze, accompanied by this prophetic word, made the scene more silent.
The Duke of Windsor did not have any surprise, but instead gently bowed: "Hopefully, as you said, Duke Azshara."
Duke?
Morpheus raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately understood who he was.
West's "Heraldic Studies" summarizes most of the upper class nobility of Constantinople. Among them, the only thing that impressed Morpheus is the few guys standing at the top of the nobility-the duke, the most noble of this noble The members of, have no more copies in the empire in the past 100 years, that is to say, the several dukes sitting on this table are all inherited from the father’s title.
Azara? Solomon, the only prince in the empire that did not dare to provoke any nobles. The so-called daring not to provoke, not only because of her strong family background, but also because of the connection between the Solomon family and the royal family-this is on the surface The aristocrat who runs an amazing business chain and is responsible for providing information to the royal family at the same time, is even rumored to have close ties with the "creed" organization, and the thirteenth generation Solomon head was once the great shore city of Constantinople. The master's "eyes" are responsible for patrolling the entire empire and reporting the message to the emperor. This is even more true today. It can be said that the identity of the duke is not much lower than that of the prince, and even beyond.
The special status allows her to never have any extra friends, and even the words she has spoken have never been dared to be squandered-more because the woman is moody and wanted to be close to her before. All the nobles died miserably without exception.
Eyes stayed slightly on Morpheus, and Azshara gently lifted the wine glass in front of her, as if leading the atmosphere of the entire dining table: "This glass, heir to the purple iris."
Everyone present raised their glasses together, and no one dared to say anything.
Duke Azshara seems to be very formulaic words~IndoMTL.com~ made the atmosphere a lot colder, but as she fell into silence later, the atmosphere quickly picked up.
The tableware on the table is the work of Damascus silversmiths. There are three sets of silver knives and forks in front of each person. The more high-standard dinner banquet etiquette, the more particular it is, even the wrong spoon is used for drinking soup. Everyone will laugh, but a lot of people obviously have been practicing for a long time, and the conversation that began later is casual and relaxed, but no one will be rude.
Morpheus skillfully uses a knife and fork, a small piece of Mosigan black pepper steak with a sip of Nicky Kerry wine, quite satisfactory, impeccable posture.
"Morpheus...the ancient Hebrew ‘gift’, maybe this is really a gift from the Lord for the Windsor family."
"I don’t know where Morpheus went to school? Pansell School of Magic? Or Cauchy?"
The questions that were more or less rooted but not touched the bottom line allowed Morpheus to see the language arts of the nobles for the first time. The Duke of Windsor didn’t seem to have the meaning of the siege, and he couldn’t talk to the big guys. The empire's political situation alone made Morpheus endure the indiscriminate bombardment of various issues.
"It was Tarens School some time ago."
Morpheus's answer silenced the opponent for a while.
After a few questions, there will be no more topics. These questions are nothing more than signals like Morpheus showing good or leaving an impression. The band in the hall is playing soothing tracks. The formal dinner will soon be in a cup The wine ended, and the communication after leaving the seat is obviously the highlight of Morpheus's experience here.
Master Duke patted his shoulder lightly, still chatting with a few old guys in the corner, leaving the Morpheus in the hall standing there alone, facing the upper class nobles who don’t know if it’s a jackal or a tiger leopard .
That is just standing, a figure shook gently.