Black Scepter Chapter 53: The Duke’s Palace of Solomon (5000 words)

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"Preparing to attend that event? I originally thought I would only sit down with you to watch."

Ashkandi turned his head slightly and whispered to Morpheus, his tone was not blamed, it was just doubt.

"I also have some surprises, but the majesty and I have some agreements. It is a good thing to perform now, and it is easier to have variables when it is dragged too long." Morpheus looked at the countless Cavaliers students walking towards the auditorium in the distance , Sitting next to Ashkandi, "It's just a contest, the father didn't say that, there are many other projects for this feast, I will accompany you to watch it together."

"Don’t forget about me."

Andalil did not forget to show her presence. She seemed to have no discomfort with the close relationship between Morpheus and Ashcandi, but she always had to "disturb" at critical moments, whether it was a coincidence or intention.

Ashkandi said nothing more, just smiled lightly.

Morpheus did not plan to wait any longer, took the two to tour the knight sculpture in Cauchy School of Knighthood, but in his mind, he remembered Lilith, who was once surly, and looked at the other end of the campus where Lilith used to live. The little house, the scenes in my memory flashed, and the past that I had told Ashcandi also stopped because of my own distraction-then Morpheus suddenly remembered a thing

Why did the werewolves who sneaked on themselves disappear completely on the stage of history?

Since leaving Byzantine, Morpheus has never seen a werewolf in the long journey. What fate has these stinking and strong amazing species encountered?

Reminiscent of the original "The Clown in the Shadows" and "History of Marcus Bloodline", Morpheus turned to look at Ashcandi-perhaps she was the only person who really knew those long-term secrets.

But will she give the right answer to this question now?

His Royal Highness quickly reappeared in front of Morpheus, and continued to talk to Morpheus about some of the top ten families. The main point is that the simple competition will not attract these existences, but the name of "Dragon Knight" will certainly be Will make these powerful guys swarm in, and in this case defeat these guys, the reputation and strength of Byzantine will definitely reach its peak-as for the next task of Morpheus, in addition to playing at the beginning of the feast, Morpheus also It is necessary to participate in swordsmanship competitions, gladiator performances and closing ceremonies at all times, and for the rest of the time, arrange it yourself.

"How many opponents will there be?"

"As the Dragon Knight, you skip the preliminaries directly. The schedule has been arranged for you. The rest only needs to jump on the stage and beat down the guys who think they are powerful."

Prince Longinus said very easily, waved his hand, "The gladiator performance is to let you pull the dragon to fight with the Byzantine Masters. The visual effects are exaggerated to make the audience feel satisfied. You don’t have to bear any psychological burden if you lose your life.”

It sounds simple.

"But there is one thing you have to deal with yourself."

After saying everything, Hades stooped and added in a low voice: "As for how many people will duel in private due to your title, your majesty has no plans to control it."

This sentence left Morpheus speechless for a while.

Morpheus only remembered that Duke Azsara needed to go when he returned to the Duke in the evening, so he greeted Ashcandi and took a carriage to the road. After the sun was completely set, Morpheus came In front of this mansion, not far away but deserted, looked up.

It stands to reason that the Duke’s mansion should be brightly lit and lively at the moment, but the Duke Azshara’s mansion at the moment has almost no bright room, and the black paint is like an abandoned castle. .

There is only one guard at the door, and it seems that he is also getting old. When he saw Morpheus, he just moved his eyes, and did not wait for Morpheus to report his name and opened the door.

It's deserted to the extreme.

This is the House of the Dukes of Solomon in front of Morpheus. It is reasonable to say that a luxurious minister of the Byzantine intelligence agency would not be surprised at the luxury residence Morpheus, but apparently this mansion has the sense of a heavy family. The deepest impression left on Morpheus is the silence like a cemetery.

No busy servants, no housekeepers responsible for reception, and no one even opened the door of the mansion hall for himself.

Morpheus pushed in, looking at the dark mansion, and suddenly wondered if he had found the wrong place.

But soon a sound of piano stopped him thinking about it, and he walked forward. Morpheus looked at the art that was clean and tidy but now mostly dusty in the hall, and turned his head to look at the wall. The oil paintings of the former heads of the Solomon family in the Duke's Palace of Windsor have slightly changed expressions.

Is this the big family now alone?

The sound of the piano is not unfamiliar. It comes from Viola. When Morpheus first met the Duke of Azshara at the banquet, the luthier once performed a song "Sorrow of the Mori River." The Duke had the first conversation with Morpheus-Morpheus, who was walking on the second floor, was still in the darkness. Although it was early summer, there was always a cold feeling in the empty Duke's Palace.

The decoration style on the second floor is still the same. Morpheus came to the room where the sound came out, and immediately saw the cold and thin back view of the once banquet.

Duke Azshara, in a black elegant dress, sat quietly on the balcony of this bedroom, gently holding the virla in his hand, an etude soon ended, the bow was off the string, Ai Duke Sara turned slowly, as if inadvertently asked, "Some accidents?"

But just after she finished talking, she was stunned, and then lowered her head to put Viola aside: "You have been away for less than two years, but what I saw you should be at least eight years later. Sample."

This sentence almost directly hits the secret of Morpheus, but Morpheus is not surprised that the Duke has this ability, but just nodded and answered: "Something happened in the middle, causing me to become what I am now." "

He sat on a wooden chair beside him, "I never imagined that this would be the case with the Duke of Solomon."

"Decay, broken, as you can see."

Azara sat gently across from Morpheus, and no servants came to pour tea. The dark bedroom didn’t even have a candle, only the faint silver light of the moon on the balcony and windows.

"The Solomon family has been in a state of decline since a hundred years ago, and it is still a miracle that it has not been completely ruined now. I said these, would you be surprised?"

Morpheus shook his head and said: "I wouldn't be surprised, because I didn't know the history of the Solomon family."

"Then let me put it another way, you must know what the concept is-one hundred and fifty years ago, the Solomon family was one of the ten largest families in the mainland."

Duke Azshara said these words without any extra emotion, as if just telling Morpheus that the weather is good today, but the meaning behind the words made Morpheus frown.

"The top ten families on the mainland will alternate and change at regular intervals. The once brilliant ones will sooner or later fall. Smoothed out." Azshara's dress in a black dress seemed to be hidden in the dark environment, and her plain eyes stared directly at Morpheus. "The resources of Consanas' "creed" in Ballice are under your control, which is a remarkable achievement."

This seems to be the main point. Morpheus guessed the intention of the Duke Azshara to call himself for a long time, and now only this sentence is confused with the "topic".

"What can I do for you?"

"You have become a little stranger," Duke Azshara's voice appeared ethereal in the silent night. She leaned gently against the back of the chair and looked sideways at Morpheus, "I remember, I allow you to directly Call me Azshara."

Short silence.

"For me, it’s too long to leave, and I will really forget many details." Morpheus sighed, "So-Azshara, do I need to do anything?"

Duke Azshara in the moonlight blinked--she never seemed to smile, but continued to say in a gentle tone: "Your Majesty wants to master Balice's nautical activities, these things' eagle The "eye" is powerless, so I can only find you."

"I will leave you a contact information, and I can just go directly to my intelligence officer."

Morpheus nodded without any hesitation and gave the logbook and chart, and he naturally understood that he would help in the end.

"Naturally, the permission of "Eagle Eye" will also open a part for you. There are all kinds of information about Byzantine, you can get it from me." Azshara seems a little surprised that Morpheus is refreshing, and her age is a mysterious girl The Duke is always an unsmiling cold beauty in the eyes of outsiders. At this moment, her attitude towards Morpheus is not enthusiastic, but it is much better than the usual official business.

It’s just that the person Morpheus doesn’t understand the difference. He is thinking about the integration of the intelligence network and asks: "I will let people do the information handover, but I have been wondering, your deputies. ?"

"Recent work has been carried out. The intelligence network is in full load. The feast of Your Majesty is going to test a lot of things, intelligence, transportation, military, politics. In short, the nobles are very busy," Azshara turned his head. Looking out the window, under the moonlight, there were squawks of insects on the deserted Duke's Mansion grassland, which showed the deserted and abnormal here. "You have to do a lot of work."

Morpheus was silent and did not answer.

"There is a letter here, which is left by Aquinas for you. It has been a long time, I almost forgot."

The Duke didn’t seem to think about it at all. He pointed to the desk not far away, and didn’t seem to bother to get it.

Morpheus got up helplessly and picked up the only envelope on the table. Looking at the familiar handwriting, he couldn't help thinking of the sentences on the Theological Encyclopedia. Where did the old white-haired man go now?

The letter is not long. It seems that Morpheus wrote it shortly after leaving Constantinople. The content is very simple. Aquinas asked Morpheus to use this letter to go to Tarens School to receive the last part of the manuscript he wrote and keep it Go on.

"The Encyclopedia of Theology is not finished, nor will it be finished. I think it is like every ordinary person, and his life is full of regrets, but eventually it will leave a trace in the world."

The old man still kept Morpheus silent for a long time. Then he closed the letter and turned to say thank you to Duke Azshara, but found that the Duke put his legs on the chair and hugged him. Looking out the window with his knee.

Her back is lonely under the moonlight on the balcony-this scene is like a kind of weapon in the heart. What is the gratuitous pain in the heart of Morpheus, so that the woman in front of her is what she is today?

"All the things that should be said are finished, if there is nothing, go back earlier."

Aisara said softly without turning her head back, her long hair fluttering gently in the breeze blowing in front of the window, her huddled body and tight arms made Morpheus wonder how to answer this sentence.

"If there is a chance, I think I will listen to you tell those stories." Morpheus thought about it, and finally said: "The story about the Solomon family, if you have time."

Duke Azshara was silent and did not answer.

Morpheus retired politely and stepped out of the Duke’s Palace, but just as he was about to leave the gate of the old guard, a unique solo violin sound came from the window sill behind him.

The sadness of the Mori River.

In the process of people preparing for this festival, Constantinople has successively increased more than 30% of the population.

The streets began to get crowded, the city was no longer quiet at night, the brightly lit areas spread all over the city, and people’s emotions began to become excited. Until the day when the festival was about to open, the main venue of Constantinople, the Constantinople Arena It was filled with countless guests, including foreign guests from various countries on the mainland, and the nobles and civilians of Constantinople, and the full arena seated a total of 30,000 people.

At noon, Constantinople Edward III's opening speech, and at this time, Morpheus and Duke Acar took Ashkandi and Andaril to sit down.

The seats in the noble area are far more spacious than those in the civilian area. The nobles who walked in private did not forget to take advantage of this time to tout each other. The Duke of Acar and a group of old guys talked about the group of armored knights of the Gilman Empire, and Morpheus only got up after agreeing well with Andalil, and met with Hiddink, Boozer and Corvin not far away.

The three noble knights have been completely healed. Obviously, they have gradually emerged from the trauma of the war. The emergence of Morpheus has made them overjoyed but not too surprised, because there have been countless rumors about the "Dragon Knight" in the empire. It is rumored that although no name was mentioned, Hidink and others who were rescued naturally knew who the title was talking about.

"I said buddy, didn't you eat something weird?"

At the opening ceremony of this event, Boozer did not forget to fill his mouth with snacks, but when he saw the Morpheus, he almost choked on it.

"Yeah, as a dragon knight, I ate something that most people couldn't eat, so it became like this." Of course Morpheus wouldn't tell them how hard they had eaten, smiling and ruthlessly with several former roommates Hug, and then click on the badge on Hiddink's chest, "What good thing did you do?"

"The status of the Duke of Acar is picking up quickly, and those of us who firmly supported the Windsor family have naturally benefited a lot." Hiddink has always had a gloomy face and a lot of smiles recently. "Don’t you I know that now the nobles of the purple iris family in the empire have more and more. Can they almost suppress Justinian's suppression?"

"I never cared about this."

Morpheus immediately lowered his head and whispered: "But I really hope to see you crippling the **** guys."

The four of them laughed. Boozer went to a college to study poetry after his injury. According to himself, he still won a prize. Morpheus did not dare to let him give a song on the spot. Hiddink is going to inherit. As a family business, Ke Wen is still reticent, and returned to Cauchy School of Knighthood as a cavalry training course, learning tactics and leadership-this will benefit his future qualifications and status in the army. After seeing that all three have a good development line, Morpheus no longer intends to make them related to their "night watchman". After all, these precious friends are better off from the war.

"Don't plan to see the women from Gilman?" Boozer pointed to the foreign guest area not far away. "It is said that Gilman's women's legs are generally very long, and I don't know if it is true. "

"This guy has been chattering in our ears for many days. What women of Ingeway have big breasts, what young women of Fording are most amorous. Those poems only let him remember these things." Hiddink gave helplessly. Morpheus explained, but then he looked around, "but now it’s okay anyway, as we--"

"Go, don’t look at nothing."

Morpheus said so on the mouth~IndoMTL.com~ But I was thinking about what kind of characters the ten family families in Prince Hades’s mouth were. I didn’t have much interest in women. The guest of Gilman Empire not far away, Morpheus and three friends walked over.

The Byzantine aristocratic area is next to the delegation of more than 100 people in the Gilman Empire, and next to it is a team of about three people in the Ingeway Empire. These two countries have not dealt with each other for many years. In recent years, they have fought each other and the relationship is tense. The relationship between the nations can be seen from their guards. The edge of the seat is full of strong knights. The high-ranking knights of more than 20 people in the two countries sit on the adjacent seats. Wearing a casual leather armor, sitting upright, like two walls, separating the members of the two countries' missions, it is so sad that these knights are all serious and tense, as if they are separated from each other. The knight of the neighboring country less than one meter secretly competed.

"These guys really have muscles and no brains."

Boozer looked at the group of big knights with a sneer. The three of them ran to the rear of the Gilman Empire mission and scanned it. The fat man who wanted to feast his eyes only saw a group of female magicians wrapped in robes. Suddenly scolded.

And Morpheus is interested in overhearing the conversations of those who are not far away through his powerful senses.