Black Scepter Chapter 45: Fooling around, death passing by

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At the moment, Morpheus has returned to the corner, took a glass of red wine handed over by the servant, and looked at the mellow wine in the glass, a little dazed.

"Morpheus."

The cold voice came from behind, and looking back, Morpheus found that the Duke Azshara was in front of her, but she standing here was much closer than she was at the dining table.

Is it because the corners of her mouth are slightly raised?

Morpheus doesn’t know, he just put down the wine glass, wiped his mouth gently with a fine silk scarf, and then nodded politely: "Yes, Lord Duke."

"I don’t like this title, just as I used to hate Viol."

Azara did not have excessive enthusiasm, slowly pacing to the table, without the delicate fan like Nina, but with a graceful gesture that the little girl could not learn.

"I haven’t heard a Violent before, this is the first time today."

The Morpheus is very frank. He always speaks truthfully in front of the big nobles. The appearance is the same. It is indeed the most friendly way for young people to show senior nobles.

"I started learning Viorqin when I was six years old, and threw it away when I was twenty-three years old. Since then, I have never suddenly wanted to play another song like today." Ai Sarah seemed to herself, "What is that song called?"

""Sorrow of the Mori River", my mentor once mentioned this song to me, this is the first time I heard it."

"You have a respectable mentor."

"Thank you."

"Just call me Azshara, Morpheus."

"To be honest, I don't dare."

After listening to Morpheus, the unsmiling duchess smiled faintly, with a delicate face like blooming blooms, which was no less than the shock of the icebergs in the extreme north of Caslandi.

At this moment, the nobles present were dumbfounded. They could hardly imagine the point of this boy who no one dared to provoke. It could even be said that many of these nobles also saw Aisa for the first time. Duke's smile.

"Is the tradition of the Windsor family? Fools who don't know how to lie."

When Azshara smiled, the coldness of her armor seemed to disappear, leaving Morpheus no longer as tense as before.

"Being a fool is better than a gentleman who uses lies."

This sentence made the smiling Duke stunned for a moment. The smile suddenly became cold, but it was rarely adjusted after a second, and turned into a bitter smile with a slight sigh.

"This cup honors you, a fool destined to shine in the empire in the future."

"Thank you, Duke Azshara."

Morpheus smiled and lifted the glass, took a sip gently, but when she lowered the glass, she saw the duchesse turned and walked to the musician who had finished another track.

The two said a few words, and there was nothing surprising, and then the Duke Azshara retired on the grounds that something was wrong.

It's just that no one saw her tears slipping quietly as she walked into the carriage with her velvet dress on.

Behind the glorious and glorious appearance of the big nobility, it is bitter and cold, but it is self-knowledge.

The Morpheus in the venue is facing a new round of challenges.

After several overtures, the performance of dance music indicates that the younger generation of nobles now need to start looking for dance partners. Morpheus does not seem to be interested, and has not taken the initiative to invite those girls who are slightly anticipated to dance a song. Waltz, but just turned around but was blocked by a girl.

It’s Nina. This typical noble girl naturally sees the conversation between the Duke of Azshara and Morpheus. The friendship at this moment is also a signal. The slightly extended palm has already indicated that she is actively waiting for Morpheus and her. Dance together.

Morpheus was stunned for a moment, but there was no stage fright or any stupid thing, but just reached out and adjusted the bow tie, then gently lifted the hand to hold Nina, entered the dance floor together, and completed him well in the soothing dance music. The first dance step on a formal occasion.

The difference in politeness, Morpheus unexpectedly saw a "flower guardian" who made a bad gesture in the corner and made a "something to talk" gesture.

“I’m not interested in talking nonsense to you, don’t think you are an illegitimate child of Windsor and you can do whatever you want.”

Norian, who already has the intermediate magician badge in Pansell School of Magic, did not take the previous warnings from Nina to him, "Far away from her, otherwise--"

"Otherwise? Otherwise, you would use your so-called magic to blow him to ashes? Your crystal filament energy is enough to cast a few second-level magic? I think it depends on your father donating an alchemy laboratory , As many professors are too lazy to take care of you."

Without waiting for Morpheus’s response, a lazy voice next to him made Norion shut his mouth, because it was the eleven-year-old boy who was certified as a primary magician in the field of magic. His right to speak made Norian unable to respond at all, and he was breathless in his chest, but no more nonsense.

"I heard that your father opened the back door for you and the dean refused? You are really frustrated."

It seems that I just heard about Morpheus's "Glory Deeds". This genius boy pouted, "The door to the magic world is only open for a few elites, it looks like you are really unfortunate."

This sentence didn’t leave any face, and it also made Norian next to him very happy, looking at Morpheus with relief, "A **** who hasn’t even heard of space string theory, just discuss these with him. Is a waste of time."

"Time? Do you know what time is?"

Morpheus, who had never spoken, suddenly smiled, looking at the young man who scorned himself and the young kid next to him who was getting the badge of the Magister. He slightly folded his arms and asked softly.

This action indicates that he is a little unhappy.

"Hoffs string theory about time? Have you heard of it? Don’t tell me that it’s useless if you haven’t heard it. Don’t think that you have to memorize the library for a few days in Tarens School. ."

"Are you talking about the 1,347-page paperback edition?"

The words Morpheus made Norian stunned, and Humir's eyes shifted.

"Unfortunately, the latest research on string theory has been published in the Gilman Empire. Perhaps you have not seen Hofs Archmage's latest "On the Collapse and Reconstruction of the High Tower". He personally overturned the strings he built. Most of the concept of the theory has been revised and revised. The study of the concept of time is always improving, but you are standing still in your own world."

"You--"

Norian is completely speechless, and he does not know the details of Morpheus. He naturally dare not negate those words just because, judging from the facts, Hofs’ string theory has been proposed for 20 years, Pan The collection of books at the Searle Magic Library is mostly numerous, and Noorion is actually just flipping through the old book published more than 20 years ago. At this moment, it is used to show his erudition but unexpectedly encountered a hard stubble and embarrassment. One can imagine.

"Where did you see it? Talence's library will not be ahead of Pansell School of Magic's magic book storage."

The first-level magister Humir spoke next, but his tone was dignified, "The Gilman Empire is a paradise for academic wizards, and the books published there will basically not spread to other empires, then only Two possibilities. Either you are doing everything, or you are telling lies."

"Believe it or not," Morpheus shrugged and continued. "By the way, your elemental cohesion is not strong. This is a weakness. The fire light control ability brought by your ring finger is not as good as yours. It’s as easy to imagine as you can put it. In fact, it’s reluctant to change the spell to meditation by doing this spell. The qualification of the Magister is not so easy to obtain. I think you must have passed the advanced review of the Magister in their mouth. Something?"

This sentence seems to detonate something.

The kid in front of him hasn’t learned to hide his emotions. He raised his palm and said to Morpheus that he was ready to cast magic. His pupils contracted, and he was obviously hit by Morpheus in a few words!

It was not the only magician at the dinner party~IndoMTL.com~ At the moment when the child named Humir raised his hand, several big nobles with hidden skills but high skills raised their heads and looked up Turned to the corner of the venue.

But what they saw was not the scene where the magician learned Morpheus by magic.

The elements of the second-level spells are condensed from the air, transformed into reorganization and released. It takes about one and a half to two seconds for the magician-level caster, and as a "prepared" "Magister", this time has been extended to more than two seconds.

For the same period of time, Morpheus left three fatal wounds on the abdomen of King Karbah with the scimitar in his hand.

At this very moment, Morpheus's dagger had stayed on Houmir's neck before the elements condensed, and it took no more than half a second.

But obviously he didn’t make things uncontrollable. After the cold blade touched the opponent, Morpheus’s dagger had disappeared into the cuff, and his fingers flicked Humir’s cheek. He said lightly: "Magic, Sometimes it's not as easy to use as you think."

Humir was dumbfounded, cold sweating.

He lived in a magical family at the age of eleven. At the age of six, he began to be exposed to magic. It is as difficult as anyone’s today, but the only thing is that he has not suffered setbacks-too young. He and his family's pampering made him start to know nothing. The proud achievements made him start to be unremarkable, and everything stopped abruptly at this moment, and ended in the short process of Morpheus letting him walk around the ghost gate in half a second.

The light of the dagger was not revealed, and the movement was so fast that ordinary people could not distinguish it. Morpheus seemed to just raise his hand to Humir's face and flicked him gently, without any chance of revealing.

But Grim Reaper has already wiped it with Humir.