Black Scepter Chapter 31: Iron and blood

One more today, the train going to the field in the afternoon, the code conditions there are almost there, but as much as possible, thank you for your understanding and support.

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For a horror figure who is fearless and able to remove a third of the pillars of the Vatican’s Holy See within a few days, the words "restraint" haven't appeared in my mind for a long time.

After a long while, Ashkandi finally relieved her breath, and no longer let her emotions affect her. She reached out and took out a simple cloth from the package she was carrying, and threw it on the bed. She sat gently at the head of the bed Chair.

A shabby burlap cloth is in sharp contrast with Ashcandi’s delicate face. She looked up at the guy lying on the bed with a complex look, and picked up a pub and placed it on the bedside. The "Lance and the Battle Shield", which is full of literary and artistic atmosphere, started reading again quite helplessly.

This is her fourteenth time to read this book-there is no other way to pass the time, Ashcandi can only read this third-rate knight literary novel again and again, but the purpose is only one.

Wait for the guy who has been comatose to wake up.

It seems impossible for her to have a bad temper, or even a word to kill the ring, so that she can sit down and read a book.

And Morpheus, who had been in bed for four days without any movement, finally lifted his eyelids.

Thirsty.

The mouth seemed to be stiff, and he tried to moisten his dry mouth with his tongue and saliva. Then he opened his mouth and took a hard breath, opening his heavy eyelids. The dim candle light in the room did not make him feel dazzling. It was only the face that caught his eyes that made him react after a long time.

The red-eyed Ashkandi, this is not what Morpheus wants to see.

"...It's great to see you alive."

After thinking for a long time, Morpheus still squeezed out a smiley face and said in a hoarse voice like Gong.

It's just that his eyes and cheeks, which were heavily sunken due to malnutrition, were like zombies, and there was no smile on his expression.

Ashkandi was silent, but made Morpheus stunned, poured a glass of water from the table next to it, and took it stiffly.

The extremely weak Morpheus wanted to reach out and hold it, but missed it because of insufficient strength. The cup fell to the ground and shattered in front of Ashkandi, splashing the floor with water stains.

Ashkandi, who witnessed all this happening, still has no words, but his eyes are low, hesitating, reaching for his glass, not speaking, and handing it to Morpheus again.

The long-lived Morpheus propped up the body, took a cup of cold water after taking the cup with both hands, and lowered his head to find that he was naked, wearing the same pants he used to save Ashkandi, But it’s already broken like a rag—

Wait.

Morpheus’s brain is chaotic, and it’s only now that it seems that Ashkandi shouldn’t be the one in front of him. That’s the cage full of magic circles, the dungeons that are deep in the ground, and those The migratory locust pounced on his enemies until he returned to God again, and when he turned his gaze to Ashcandy, who was sitting in front of him quietly and like a lady, he still couldn't believe it...

Is it successful?

"You need food, so don't talk nonsense first."

Ashkandi still has an undoubted strength, but at this time Morpheus feels... Once again hearing this kind of tone of speech, he has no longer the irritability and disgust in the face of her, but on the contrary There was a touch of joy, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Dark bread tastes extremely chewy. Morpheus just sat in bed and ate a crumb of bread.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, but Ashcandi was sitting in a chair, and he was very quiet. Those eyes that were always proud were staring at Morpheus, and he saw his bread eating process from beginning to end, but he didn’t say anything redundant until Morpheus. When she drank the water and put on the sackcloth she had made herself, she continued to say: "This time, it is even."

The action of Morpheus paused, and he stretched out his hand with a simple cloth belt. When he was still weak, when he stood up, there was still some fluttering under his feet, but he only answered a word about Ashkandi’s words. .

"It's just that I don't want to die."

Ashkandi did not answer as expected.

Morpheus stared out of the window for a long time, and finally accepted the fact that he had been brought to this barren and almost birdless **** town by Ashcandi.

He just wanted to know what happened to the Meeks family led by Connor and the members of the voodoo sect. If the hard battle with the white robe Sandy is not the last moment, Morpheus It is estimated that in the end, you and all your cards will die in that dark forest.

"How far is it from the Vatican?"

"Don't know, I flew all night to find this town, stopped and never went out again."

Ashkandi’s answer is still blunt, but it is beyond Morpheus expectations.

He looked up at Ashkandi, but he sighed: "Your power has been weakened a lot? I think the damage of the Holy Gun is not so easy to recover--"

Morpheus didn’t finish the speech, but he was stunned and unable to speak—because Ashcandi actually stretched out his shirt without saying a word, and his fair skin was exposed, which was only off the heart. A few centimeters of scars appeared in the Morpheus's field of vision with a scary blood scab, shocking.

This seemingly ambiguous action did not make Morpheus have too much thought-he is not an animal dominated by the lower body, looking at the wound at this moment, Morpheus suddenly felt uncomfortably distressed. Not friendly or even somewhat hostile, but at the moment he has forgotten everything he wanted to continue to say.

"Can it be restored?"

In the end, his voice asked hoarsely.

"Do you want it to recover?" Ashcandi kept his movements, staring at Morpheus's eyes sharply and directly, "I don't want it to exist all the time, and my strength has always been affected, eventually threatening you. Smaller?"

Morpheus raised his eyelids, shook his head helplessly, but said nothing.

Ashkandi fell into silence and finally fastened his clothes again. He got up and picked up a few things on the table and placed them on the bed in front of Morpheus.

Savras Scepter, Phoenix Wood Wand, Naples Magic Steel Shortsword, Fragment of Lankinus' Gun.

Morpheus did not reach for these things, but raised his head and asked, "You came here with the lance and me?"

Ashkandi looked at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

The Morpheus who wanted to say something pursed his lips, or lowered his head and gently put a few layers of clothes on the fragments of the sacred gun wrapped in burlap—as a holy weapon in the holy, for all dark species Restraint is absolutely unimaginable, even if Ashkandi does not touch it, it will cause all dark creatures to be injured in the room where it exists, not to mention flying the night with this holy weapon by hand.

For Ashcandi, this is almost chronic suicide.

It's just that she did it, and she didn't have any complaints. She didn't even want to mention it. Morpheus was even more mixed-hearted.

Ashcandy didn't talk much nonsense anymore. Seeing that Morpheus didn't matter, he got up and left the room and walked to the next door. It seemed that he wanted to have a rest, but Morpheus, who didn't know how many days he was in a coma, watched her leave and then became weak. Walked to the humble desk, and the "Lance and the Battle Shield" above had a sentence written in the front of the volume: "The establishment of a country depends not on ideals, but on iron and blood."

Morpheus thought for a moment, reached for the quill pen and parchment paper, and wrote out the purpose of the writing with great purpose——

Recover your cards and expand them.

The heretical ruling court has not been utterly killed, and the Vatican Holy See will not give up its wanted. It is just that when this head is buckled with the name of "Continent’s First Heretic" and Ashkandi is almost tied, he needs Instead of running away like a mouse and dying, he has a stronger confidence and cards than Ashkandi.

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What kind of person is Morpheus?

Ashkandi has never thought about such a problem before. The Morpheus in her eyes—whether she is the black eyed or the red eyed she, is only because he is a fellow because of his **** luck The young man who signed the servant's contract.

His strength is negligible. From talent to potential, there is nothing to surprise Ashkendi, who stands at the top of the dark order.

His character? A child, who would think about his personality? Anyway, sooner or later they are going to die.

However, these ideas, like the heresy ruling, collapsed in a few minutes.

There are a lot of people across the continent who want to tear down the heretical referee, but they are capable of doing so. Ashcandi really can’t pick out a few, but have the courage to do so~IndoMTL.com~ She can be sure The number is zero.

Even if I myself, I never thought of rushing directly to the heretics court and the entire Vatican Holy See-that is not a hero, that is a fool, but now there is really such a fool that has fallen from the sky and exploded. Eighteen layers of dungeons struck two of the three giants of the Heretical Judgment, and personally pulled out the pieces of the gun that had almost killed him.

All of this is enough to include important events that can't be ignored in the mainland epic.

Ashkandi is a woman. Although she may be older than all the patriarchs of the Windsor family combined, no matter how rough and hard it is, Morpheus’s actions may be enough to impress any previous one. The heart of a woman who doesn't even have hatred.

It's just that the guy who made the shocking act didn't seem to notice it, and didn't even have any extra ideas.

Sitting on a humble wooden bed, Ashcandi’s breath, whose strength has diminished due to excessive overdraft, is much weaker than before, but the red eyes that are always fierce and indifferent in the night are no longer like blades. Dazzling, but more quiet and precipitation than never before.

Morpheus's understanding of her comes from only a few words in a classic, but she never knows how bizarre and sad the destiny of this horrible woman with dual personality-everything must have a cause, let Ash The reason why Candi is crazy enough to launch **** revenge alone in the sacred Gabriel empire is simply because her identity belongs to darkness?

With a sigh, Ashkandi, who was reluctant to recall the past, stepped back on the wooden bed and gently hugged her knees. For her, the young girl’s movements only appeared when she was helpless. Appeared.

Somewkwardly looking out the window, Ashcandi gently stroked the scar on the chest that healed slowly, and murmured softly.

"Did I change?"