Black Scepter Chapter 68: I just want to understand 1 thing

>The person in front of me is the demon who decapitates 34 officers above the rank of a single person, and is also his former colleague and boss. The shock and fear in Eindal’s mind is involuntary-perhaps only this kind of person can Standing in the position of the giant heretical ruling without anyone daring to shake it?

"Now call me Maxim, the third consul of the heretical ruling court. Don’t use that creed to deal with me. I’m tired of listening."

The bald head raised his hand suddenly, the ground vibrated, and then an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them, and the noisy sound around him disappeared instantly, as if a layer of cover was buckled in his ear.

"Sound barriers, I don’t think anyone will talk about it in the future, but only if you tell me what you know. The "regional rule" of the creed does not allow you to investigate beyond the boundary. Explain the reason. "

Short stalemate and silence.

"Because Sulfuras Scepter."

Irindal tells the truth after a psychological struggle--she understands that any tricks of her will be a joke in front of this guy, it is one thing to fight hard, and the judgement after realizing the reality is a mature assassin What should be done, she should have cold blood but not the warrior's blood in the shadow.

"It looks like you still use permissions to read through that information."

Maxim seems to have sorted out the causes and consequences without asking more questions at all, and Ilyndall’s quick thinking makes it a bit out of pace, “So, you are investigating in danger now? I can tell you Japan The demise of the elven race has something to do with the scepter, but if you change your mind, you will find that your efforts are not worth it."

His never-feeling eyes looked at Elindal, but he seemed to be staring at a fellow.

"In the past, for this scepter, three Knights of the Round Tables, three golden compass council mages, an "Eternal Night" level assassin and the "giant sword Gordon" all paid a bitter price, which affected not only Elves, so are humans."

Irindahl was silent, but the current message had rolled up in her heart.

"If you are a member of the general creed, I will not talk so much with you, "creed" has now changed, and is no longer the original organization that adheres to its creed, no matter what the reason for your violation of the organization's regulations , I’m sure you have the courage that deserves my recognition."

"I won't work for you."

The Japanese elf suddenly interrupted Maxim’s words and pointed at the point.

Maxim doesn’t seem to be irritated by Irindal’s attitude, but just smiles and reaches out to remove the noise barrier. When the dense elements in the air gradually disappear, he turns away and whispers: " At the time of the information, your whereabouts have been closely monitored, the consequences, I need not say more?"

After talking about it, Maxim disappeared into the darkness, while Irene Dahl slumped on the ground, breathing fresh air in his sweaty mouths--Maxim had no end in the soundproof barrier. Erupting his horror, Ilindal was under tremendous pressure.

The release of breath alone is so terrifying, Ilyndal can hardly imagine how powerful this horror butcher is.

But now, she has come and gone to investigate Morpheus and the Severus Scepter, the former senior member of the creed now known as Maxim, has sentenced Ilindal to death with the last sentence before he left .

"Damn"

Irindal hit the ground fiercely with his fist. When he raised his head again, his gaze brought a bit of decisiveness and rebellion, got up, and suddenly jumped over the giant tree in front of him, the figure of the Japanese elf It disappeared into the jungle in a blink of an eye.

Morpheus got the letter Lilith gave to herself the next day.

He was so tense for a long time that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the wood and read it several times, and finally threw the letter into the bonfire that had not been burned, looking at the floating smoke a little fascinatingly.

The attitude of Byzantine is clear in the letter written by the prince-wanted will be gradually withdrawn, but Morpheus will not immediately obtain a legal status, because he was convicted of a felony such as "heresy" and "blasphemy". From one year to five years, one cannot qualify to disclose his name in the empire. Of course, another meaning of this sentence is that after three or five years, Morpheus should return to Byzantine to continue to be the heir to the nobility. It should be feasible.

At least in terms of the current attitude of the royal family, there is no resistance.

The letter did not mention any private matters, not even the only words or greetings of the Duke Acar, which is one of the reasons why Morpheus is somewhat stunned. At the age of 16, he seems to have a little concept of family relations for the first time- -There are always people who are willing to stare at themselves in the distance, paving the road silently without asking for anything in return.

Morpheus has an inexplicable emotion. He suddenly wanted to go back to Constantinople and sit in the cathedral at Tarens School, looking at the vicissitudes and indifferent voice of Aquinas.

"The army of Gabriel is moving."

Connor's figure appeared silently beside Morpheus. "They are evacuating from Feileng Cui in an orderly manner, and they seem to be reluctant to stand in this protruding area as a target."

"The mission is completed, ready to evacuate." Morpheus, who was interrupted by his thoughts, got up and walked to several tents not far away.

Connor bowed back, and did not expect that the hard-working plan for such a long time would be completely completed after less than a day of fighting, but he still turned around without any complaint to gather the scouts of the Hollier family, and raised his head. Looking to the sky, the earl blood family seemed to have forgotten the days when the Meeks family had slept in the old castle.

Ten meters away, Morpheus opened Christina’s tent, walked in without any scruples, but saw the scene where the widow just got up and changed her clothes, but the young boy was even superfluous. There was no expression on his face, and he asked directly: "Give me an address of your secret dark pile in Fording, I need to ship something from Byzantine."

There is no room for politeness in the straightforward request.

Christina was half embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she quickly realized her current position. She continued to move, and draped her noble robe that had not been changed for a long time with her back to Morpheus. He got up and wrote a string of addresses with a quill pen, and reached out to Morpheus.

She raised her arms without realizing the crumbling of the full **** on her chest, but only the unspeakable tension and panic-she understood that it was related to her life after all.

"Clean things up and leave before dark."

The Morpheus who left with parchment leaves only this sentence. From the beginning to the end, there is no extra movement, which deeply frustrates the countless Christina men.

But as a weak woman, in addition to having a little economical mind and plump body, she has no help for Morpheus. She also understands whether she can survive, depends on how much Morpheus can help next.

Thinking about how to reply to Lilith's Morpheus came to Ashcandy tent, Ting stepped and asked, "Ashkandi?"

No response.

Morpheus frowned, and found that he could not feel the breath of Ashkandi in the tent.

Out?

Some hesitant Morpheus reached up and lifted the tent, but after taking a step closer to the strange eyes of the pair of eyes.

"Hello."

Unfamiliar voices, unfamiliar expressions, unfamiliar eyes and eyes, the only thing you are familiar with is the black robe and the Song of Roland.

The pages of the book are opened. The content of the third page of "Roland's Song" is displayed in the Morpheus's field of vision. There is an illustration in the middle of it. It is a knight holding up the battle flag and pulling the reins to charge forward.

Pale and slender fingers held the book lightly, with the raised cheeks lying sideways, the smile was light, but friendly and quiet.

Morpheus's head was almost blank for an instant--what went wrong?

He encountered this mutation and almost reached for his sword, but stared at the woman in front of him, unable to think.

At this moment, Morpheus instinctively thought not whether a new personality appeared in Ashkandi, but a sudden inexplicable fear.

He was scared, and the red eyes queen disappeared.

This uncontrollable emotion makes Morpheus take a step back, his lips trembling, but he finally said two words: "Hello."

Embarrassed and silent for ten seconds.

The two heads are facing each other again, Morpheus is dumbfounded, but Ashkandi is curious-those green eyes are pure and with the greenness that only girls have, they are clearly looking at each other, but not because of shame. And looked away.

"Morpheus&bullWindsor, I am from Byzantine."

Ghost messenger, Morpheus introduced himself softly, and Ashkandi didn’t have any precautions, smiled and said: "Ashkandi &bull Misri, I am from the Fording Empire, your Fording language It’s a good talk."

Morpheus standing in front of Ashkandi somehow answered.

He was hesitating, should he ask that question bluntly- but when he turned his attention to Ashkandi, his brows suddenly shrugged.

The woman in front of her seems to have some problems with her legs.

Ashkandi noticed this gaze, and said without hesitation: "It has been like this since I was a kid, so I have no way to get out."

She smiled indifferently, but Morpheus felt worried.

The helplessness brought by cruel reality reminds Morpheus for no reason of what Tang Jidi de told when telling his comrades’ stories. Although he often laughs, his eyes are always quiet and moist. Now I think about it, maybe it’s a sadness that no one understand And hurt it.

"Is there no way to use crutches?"

Morpheus's violent mood gradually calmed down and calmed down, following the topic of Ashkandi, but naturally walked to this humble bed. Seeing Ashkandi was not against it, he sat gently beside him Used as a stool on the stone.

"My father won't let it." Ashkandi felt a little helpless and reached out to lightly manage her hair. "Where is this place?"

"A camp in the wild, I am the captain of the mercenary," the crappy scam makes Morpheus a little nervous, "can you remember how you got here?"

His heart was beating fast, even if the strange Ashcandi didn’t have any dangerous breath, he felt he could not accept him more than the queen who had been in trouble.

"Sorry, I always have amnesia," this woman whose legs are slightly weird and can't walk out of bed has some blushing, "Father let me go wherever I go, so-- glad to meet you, Morpheus, I think Do you know what I need to do now?"

Morpheus swallowed and was very entangled with Ashkandi, who seemed to be the same as ordinary people. In order not to make any baskets, he was very anxious and replied, "You are the **** target of the mercenary team. Ready to go, do you need breakfast? Ashkandi-Miss."

"Just call me Ashkandi, if there is breakfast, I think I need a copy, thank you."

A very polite reply, educated, but not contrived. Compared with the black eye Ashcandi, Morpheus is almost unable to generate resistance. He left the tent and took a deep breath after walking out of the tent.

Leaving step by step three times, when Morpheus walked into the tent with bacon and bread three minutes later, what he saw was Ashcandi stretched his back to cover his mouth and yawn.

The red eyes turned, and the familiar queen lazily rubbed her eyebrows, saw Morpheus walk in with food, and raised her lips slightly, saying, "Why? Start learning how to deal with women?"

This kind of joke made Morpheus stunned in the doorway took a deep breath, as if sitting on the stone as if collapsed.

Ashkandi looked at him~IndoMTL.com~ Unknown so, but after seeing Morpheus take a few deep breaths, gently handed the bread over.

The action took the bread naturally, but Ashcandi was stunned at the next moment, because she saw that Morpheus was pulling out a dagger and silently slicing the bacon, silent, but focused and serious, although there was no word. , But the queen who was about to say something suddenly had no idea what to do.

Have anyone ever cared about the Queen of the Red Eyes?

From the day of birth, full of hatred and hostility, from the beginning to the end of the killing, maybe there are people with Ashcandy in their hearts, all of them eliminate her as soon as possible, right?

"Did something happen?"

Ashkandi asked instinctively, and then saw the dagger Morpheus cut the bacon for a moment, and then the teenager looked up and said: "Nothing, but suddenly I want to understand something."

It's just one thing.

Morpheus reached out and placed the slices of bacon on the bread in Ashcandy's hands, smiling slightly.