Black Scepter Chapter 11: I have a very wrong thing

Continuing to move today, I’m tired of opening my eyes in the past few days. The right arm was pulled too hard because of moving things too hard, but it hurts a lot, but the broadband is installed today. If it goes well, these tasks will be completely ended tomorrow. .

Not to mention much, I will try my best to code words and it will definitely break out next week.

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After hiking for hundreds of kilometers in the forest, Morpheus arrived on the seventh day after leaving the city of Hera, "The City of Medici", 30 kilometers away from the Vatican, the religious core of the Holy Gabriel Empire. .

In this ancient city that was said to have been entrenched and operated by the Medici family for more than 500 years, Morpheus is no longer dressed as a bounty hunter with a fold cat standing on its shoulder, but in the city In the forest outside, a rather luxuriously decorated horse-drawn carriage was mounted, and a noble robe with a style different from that of the sacred Gabriel empire was put into the car.

The purple robe on her body is in the style of Fording, and the perfume smell is unusually strong. Even Sphinx is unwilling to lean on Morpheus, but this mature teenager is fascinated. Looking out of the carriage window, thoughtfully.

The hustle and bustle of Medici is not as good as Constantinople, but it has a completely different style from Byzantine. Perhaps this is the unique charm of an ancient city that has existed for more than a thousand years. It is quiet and proud, but there is no impatience or flashiness. Looking at the surrounding buildings in the style of the ancient Siga Empire, Morpheus is constantly calculating the risk geometry of the route he will take next in his heart. All the people who have contacted and those who have made them on parchment are listed in his mind. The analysis, but only to find out in the end-He who is helpless and helpless, still has to go out on his own.

The carriage driver is silent and looks like an ordinary person. In the freezing cold wind, he uses a huge hood and cloak to hide his face in the shadows. When the gray sky is snowing, the carriage Already driving into a deserted mansion, the only guard at the door seemed indifferent to the arrival of the carriage, standing there like a sculpture without blinking his eyelids.

The horse stopped, the door opened, and the Morpheus dagger with a waist on his waist walked down the carriage, raising his head slightly, holding a cane in the style of the old aristocrat of Fording-this is the "trend" of the Fording Empire, People always like to call it a "gentleman's cane", pure black, without lines, simple and elegant.

A cute fold cat jumped out of the carriage with an arrogant posture, raised his head to look at the deserted mansion, snarled his teeth, and stopped standing behind Morpheus.

At this time, the originally empty mansion opened the door, and the dense Gothic-style buildings became more gloomy in the snow. Four or five young men with servants and three slightly pale servants walked in sequence. Going down the stairs, without hesitation, performed the master-servant gift to Morpheus.

"The members of the Meeks family who are not currently exposed are basically here, and the rest are running or the life and death are unknown, master."

Connor Meeks, the silent coachman who has never spoken on the Morpheus carriage, now bent down deeply in front of the Morpheus, and he did not dare to have a little disrespect, in other words-he even turned his eyes There was no courage in the Morpheus's unseemly walking stick.

"Seven people?"

Morpheus sighed inwardly, lamenting that he couldn’t find any suitable development object in the arena, which is a place where all kinds of unlucky ghosts are in one. It’s just that young people’s habit of seeing things is not as good as Morpheus. Avoid-he doesn't have the calm and calm observation ability of real aristocratic family members, but fortunately he is not too pessimistic.

"Master... to be precise, eight."

Connor? Meeks turned helplessly to the guy who was standing at the door of the mansion and looked immobile, "I count him."

"Go in and speak."

Morpheus looked at the back, thoughtfully, then turned around and took the lead in the mansion, tapping the cane lightly on the ground, making everyone dare not look up.

Savrath’s breath can only be felt by true dark creatures—and for the heresy or any other creature without dark creature lineage, this scepter is completely indistinguishable from ordinary sticks, so on a winter day At dusk, a secret property belonging to the Meeks family in Medici became the first "stronghold" of Morpheus, a teenager who regained control of the Dark Scepter after a thousand years.

This mansion away from the center of the city and on the edge of the aristocratic district will become a butterfly wing that flutters again and again and raises the storm for a long time to come.

The reason that prompted Morpheus to dress up as a nobleman of Fording was not his own idea, but the inspiration given to him by the creed member who ran apart from east to west after an unpleasant conversation-in the Byzantine Empire, the fake aristocracy And swaying through the city will definitely be taken away by the inspectorate the next day, but in the sacred Gabriel empire, this is completely feasible.

The aristocratic circle of Constantinople is reliable and stable, because after the coronation of Edward III, there was no large-scale subjugation of the knighthood. The aristocracy has maintained a rare and noble position, but in the Fording Empire and Gabriel, the "knighthood" Things are not valuable, or as long as you have money, the noble title is at your fingertips.

In the sacred Gabriel, it’s normal for a city’s aristocracy to exchange blood every three years. Because the aristocracy is so full of stuff, books like Byzantine’s “Heraldic History” will never appear. , Because in a country where the number of lords exceeds 300 and the monarch has only military nominal dominance, the so-called aristocracy basically does not have anyone to verify the time and place of the award, on the contrary, if the performance is in accordance with the rules, even if there is no The title proves that the same can be regarded as a guest of honor in most areas-the premise is to have such capital.

Pretending to be an aristocrat is not easy, but the family of the Meeks family is still able to sort out a path for Morpheus, but the next thing to do in Morpheus is really unimaginable for several young blood races-when he is in the living room After announcing that he needed to meet the requirements of the Vatican aristocracy within a certain period of time, all young blood races' faces were unsightly beyond sight.

A group of heretics permanently wanted by the heretical ruling is tens of kilometers away from the Vatican as a servant, which is enough to make them embarrassed, but the new owner even let himself pick himself into the fire pit, it is definitely nothing to bite his teeth. Accepted things.

"I protest."

A girl with a pale face but a bit of expression directly expressed her dissatisfaction, but she had no time to say the second sentence and flew out in a burst!

The delicate body hit the thick wall, and the crackling made a few cracks, and then collapsed softly to the ground, coma directly!

It’s not Morpheus, but Connor—this Earl’s vampire’s eyes are more gloomy than Morpheus. Obviously, although the young blood races here are loyal to Morpheus according to their own requirements, they don’t understand the young master’s How horrible is the real status.

"Master, if you use the existing energy of the Meeks family, there is no problem in arranging you to communicate with the nobles in the Medici city and open up the relationship. This stronghold is the most hidden but the most solid foundation of the family, even now Decline to the point of no one, but still enjoy sufficient privileges."

Connor has no nonsense, and tells everything he can.

"It's just that although the imperial nobles are confused and easy to mix in, the Holy See has an extremely strict system and list, and I can't confirm whether you will encounter some high-level clergy and cause trouble."

"These can be ignored," Morpheus waved his hand. "What I have now is just a few of you bloodless people and a bunch of gold coins that are too much to lose. The ambition is too big, the reality is too cruel, indeed People are not confident, but if all the thresholds of life can be crossed gently, what is the meaning of being alive?"

Morpheus stared at his cane a little, and said to Connor after a long silence: "I need a noble knighthood now, I don’t have to go to the battlefield. The sacred Gabriel should have winter hunting. Active, I hope that there will be a place for me in the upper class nobles~IndoMTL.com~ I'm in a hurry."

"I understand, master."

Connor bowed his head to lead his life, and several younger juniors saluted, but they still had doubts about the strength of Morpheus in their eyes-it is normal for them to have such suspicions, but Morpheus did not have the desire to prove his ability at this time. , And looked away from the burning fireplace, Morpheus frowned, and got up to the statue-like motionless guy at the door of the mansion.

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There are more cold winters in Medici City than in the past. The snow is getting bigger. The snow in the sky makes the pedestrian almost unable to open his eyes, but does not include the guard in front of the mansion.

The cane of Morpheus taps the ground lightly, leaving a trail of footprints on the ground that has been covered with a layer of white snow. When he stopped in front of the gate of the mansion, the guy who stayed forever like a sculpture still had nothing left. Reaction.

Or, there is no response at all.

Wind and snow piled on his eyebrows. This statue-like guy is probably less than thirty years old from the face. He is a little taller than Morpheus, and his pupils are clear but without any spirit, like a puppet without spirit.

"What is your name?"

Morpheus put his hands on the end of the cane and asked the other side in a casual manner.

This guy who seems to be deaf does not seem to have any change in breathing rate.

Morpheus expected this result. Without any accident, he looked away slightly, took two steps forward, stood beside him, and looked at the street facing the silent guard.

"My name is Morpheus and my surname is Roland for now," he said as if he had said to himself, "I have no parents since I was a child, and I am faced with a dangerous forest. I have to watch out for my dreams every day. World of Warcraft eats it, and now I find that I am wrong with one thing, do you know what it is?"

The guard is still silent.