Black Scepter Chapter 61: Field training, “A Brief History of Heretics”

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On Sunday, Morpheus returned to Cauchy School of Knighthood in advance. After arriving at the dormitory, he did not see anyone else, but surprisingly found that the housekeeping was neat and unbelievable, wondering who was so diligent.

Compared to the last empty hand, this time Morpheus brought its own box of books, including some manuscripts of Aquinas, some of the Augustine and Aquinas commercially available books, and those deeply hidden in Obscure magic books at the bottom of the box.

Without much thought, the Morpheus with the short sword on his knees seized the time and entered meditation-but obviously, he soon understood why high-level magicians needed separate claustrophobic spaces and even magic towers for themselves to study magic. , Because a quiet and stable environment is too difficult to find-it is easy for a magician to find a quiet environment, but at the same time it is very difficult to be full and stable.

But for Morpheus, the first standard of the meditation environment is difficult to achieve-at this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door of the dormitory. The violent rhythm was unusually rare, and then the whole corridor was closed. The sounds were undulating, and there was a lot of rain coming.

"Boom boom."

No one ever knocked on the door that had been knocked open before. Morpheus opened his eyes and frowned.

Get up and hold the dagger in your hand. Morpheus can easily guess who is outside the door. After thinking through the door, you are polite: "Please come in."

There is no response outside the door.

Morpheus raised his eyebrows, but had no intention of stepping forward. Instead, he turned directly to sit on the bed and continued to meditate.

Although Prince Langenus said a few meaningful words to herself, it does not mean that Morpheus has the time to accompany this somewhat nervous girl.

And outside the door, Lilith was wearing a tight leather armor and waited intently. She was slightly taller than Morpheus and she pouted slightly. She wanted to wait for Morpheus to open the door and press the other side first. However, Morpheus didn't take himself seriously at all, so that the young lady who had no extra effort could not help but gritt her teeth.

This taste of eating deflation can be uncomfortable.

Men Mingming didn’t have a lock, but Lilith didn’t want to push herself like this — because it seemed like she was inferior, but the young lady’s patience was far worse than Morpheus. Twenty After a few minutes, she finally couldn't bear this kind of disregarded feeling and she pushed in.

"You--"

Without talking, Lilith's face was a little red.

Naturally, it’s not because of the dog blood incident that Morpheus is changing clothes, which makes her feel ashamed. It’s entirely because the housekeeping in the dormitory is 100 times cleaner than the room she lives in. The girl’s mind is always elusive. It's delicate and unusual, and sometimes it seems inexplicable. Just as the spotless dormitory cleaned by Corvin at this time inadvertently hurt Lilith's self-esteem, the bottom of my heart was to accumulate this resentment on Morpheus.

The Morpheus sitting on the bed meditated with his eyes closed, it seemed that he didn’t pay attention to the fact that the proud knight lady had broken in.

In the final analysis, as a female, Lilith’s high-level guardian knight’s strength is already extremely rare and powerful, but as a warrior, she is far from qualified-in terms of combat instinct, alertness and self-control It is an indisputable fact that Morpheus dumped Lilith a few streets.

Lilith, who was standing in the room, was a little embarrassed. The two stood silently, but the stalemate was suddenly broken.

"What's going on today? Why is the corridor so safe--"

Boozer's voice came to an abrupt halt after entering the dormitory, followed by Hidink's abrupt but inaudible curse. When Lilith turned her head, there was only a silly big Corvin at the door. Standing with a stunned open mouth, he looked at Morpheus sitting on the bed and the elder lady in front of him called "the devil", and was stunned by the three or four hands behind him before he could say a word. Drag out of the dormitory...

"I don’t think they run away because you look scared."

Morpheus opened her eyes slowly, staring at Lilith in front of her, and then felt a little funny-but Morpheus didn’t know that maybe he was the only one who could speak in such a way that she would not be held down by her. The beating man.

Lilith's complexion changed several times in an instant, but she was stunned, and said faintly: "I have something to do with you."

"I am not available."

Morpheus simply waved his hand, causing the other party to open his mouth unexpectedly-is this a little too big?

"You..." Lilith's delicate but powerful little hands squeezed, and she seemed determined to say: "I will ask you something, answer me, and I will never trouble you again."

Looking up, Morpheus shrugs indifferently: "This is what you want to say? It doesn't even sound like a threat. Doesn't you come to me and trouble has nothing to do with me?"

Lilith was stunned — indeed, hit? I couldn’t beat him, and I never “deliberately” pulled the big skin and bullied the tiger. He didn’t have much experience, and the young lady who didn’t even have the most basic aristocratic attributes of the aristocrat was choked off. She asked herself if she couldn't do it. Lilith, who was distracted, thought she was too suffocated. Eventually she stamped her feet and blushed away without a word.

Of course everyone knows that this is not shy, but rather annoyed. As for whether it will become angry, God knows.

Morpheus, who seemed to have won the battle, raised her eyebrows to watch her leave, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

When the **** of plague in the eyes of the other person left, the three roommates darted into the dormitory with wide eyes as if they saw a novel animal, tacitly surrounding the Morpheus sitting bed.

"Tell me honestly, is it true that the Windsor family and the Langinus family are dating? It's impossible."

Hiddink doesn’t have the usual calmness. Looking at Morpheus’s expression is very funny, as if seeing the rosebud blooming out of the violet, except for accidents or accidents.

"This is not true, I just had a fight with her a few days ago, so--"

"Lord..." Fat Boozer snapped his face, "You fight with her... Could it be you who beat her down last week?"

Morpheus nodded, and Boozer wailed and lay on the bed with an exaggerated voice chanting "Hallealia".

"This guy has finally found the object of his own accord. He swears that whoever beats the guy will marry him." Hiddink joked and kicked his fat ass, Turned his head and said: "Hurry up and pack things up, or let the group of lazy goods take the lead again at night."

Kewen cleaned the house without a word.

"Lilith is so terrible?" Morpheus felt a little weird. "Prince Hades didn't spoil her daughter like ordinary people think. He seems to have a rigid relationship with Lilith."

"Next time, remember not to talk about these things."

Hiddink reached out to stop Morpheus, "Even if you trust me, don’t just say these things casually. It’s good for me and better for you, but it’s better for everyone."

Morpheus understands that this guy talks more about the art of speaking to the nobility than he is. He nodded and said no more, but his heart was a little warm.

"Out of town training tonight, the notification I just received, one week."

Hiddick got up and didn’t ask too much about the **** of plague. He pointed out the window and said: "There will be meat in the cafeteria at noon. Eat more. Set off at night. The instructor in seconds will punish the lap."

"No problem."

Morpheus got up and watched Boozer was stuffing the sausage into his bag, wondering: "Do you have your own food?"

"It's better to eat game if you have the ability, but usually the logistics will only dry you bread and water." The fat man mumbled without lifting his head, and took a small bag of secret chili powder. Put it in your pocket, "The field training is nothing more than the ability to adapt to the complex terrain to control the horses. Of course, it also allows you to learn to endure the strange smell of not taking a bath for a week."

"Cowen loves snoring during field training, Hiddink always grinds his teeth," the fat man then quietly whispered to Morpheus with an undetectable voice, "Be more at night, but don't say it, although the nobles have thick skin, But at least here, the heart must learn to have someone else."

"Understanding."

Inexplicably, Morpheus has some unspeakable feelings in his heart.

Uninformed, Hiddink flipped the calendar on the table and said softly: "The day is okay, the day after tomorrow is a full moon, the vision will be better at night, and I hope that I will not blow the assembly number in the middle of the night."

At the full moon, Morpheus looked a little trance, and for no reason remembered the few words and phrases that Tang Jidi had once said.

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Into the night~IndoMTL.com~The tower outside Tarens School looks silent and abnormal under the moonlight, like a sleeping beast.

But inside the tower, the scene is **** and weird.

It is difficult to pick a secret from the mouth of a blood race, because years have sharpened the nerves of a long-lived person, so that they have a strong enough will to resist the so-called torture, but this blood race lying on the anatomical table at the moment I realized what real fear is—the physical way may not give this blood family any fear, but a magician who has mastered the magical meaning for nearly a thousand years can't count the means of speaking.

"The shuffle of the underground order is always so without warning. The Windsor family does not seem to be as simple as it seems."

Dela’s gaze didn’t stop at the blood family whose image had become disgusting. She held a small "A Brief History of Heretics", which seemed to sort out the relationship between the characters in a book that was not a long list. This book has a pure black cover, but the cover is painted with an inverted dark red cross. The material of the book cover is unknown, and the old and new are not visible.

“It’s better to live a humble life than a glorious death. Windsor, as the most cunning existence of the short-lived, understands the meaning of this sentence better than we do, let me tell you these secrets are not good for you Huge is far from what ordinary humans can imagine!"

"It's really smart enough, arrogant and noble, the so-called longevity people always confuse this conceptual difference."

Dela had no emotional answer. She looked up and looked out of the window. The moon was not full yet, but it was bright and unusually hanging in the sky.

"The turmoil in the underground order? It should be him who understands who he is."

Dela flipped a page lightly, glanced over the list of big names in the Brief History of Heretics, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the center of the page, a full moon is covered with magic patterns, and the Windsor surnames are arranged.