Black Scepter Chapter 141: Home

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Lightly relaxing, Morpheus, who has been in a nervous state for a long time, seems to have long forgotten how it feels to really relax. Now that he really has time to relax, he is a bit uncomfortable. Opening his head and looking at the blue clear sky, Morpheus held a teacup, staring at the white cloud in the sky a little dreamily.

The magic tower in the city of Sisselin rose up from the ground, and has been completely constructed under the piles of countless resources. The tall tower with a height of 87 meters finally became a landmark building in this territory. At that time, Morpheus sat on the top platform of this magic tower, overlooking his own novel chapters.

Looking around, the beauty of the buildings in the city and the sky and green fields in the distance make him feel like this is like another world. Morpheus couldn't help but feel sad when he recalled how he walked out of the Hookshire forest.

Under the guillotine, the mayor of Sebastian read that his sentence of death was echoed to his ears. The subsequent blood assassination, settlement of Constantinople, study of Tarens School, Cauchy School of Knighthood, etc. flashed through the memory. Obviously it is a matter of two or three years in reality, but for Morpheus, it can be called nearly ten years apart.

Exceeding from Ke Li'an's enchantment, Morpheus, who is nearly 25 years old, remembers those experiences at this time, and he can't help but recall the strange feelings of childhood.

Savras scepter, magic pattern behind him, mentor Della, old man Aquinas, face and symbol flashed in front of him, Morpheus, which has broken through the Ω level, closed his eyes slightly to experience himself and his past After that, he sighed, like a nobleman who should inherit the glory of the "Windsor" family according to the fate of the fate, he gently sipped the black tea in his mouth and placed it gently on the delicate wooden table on.

If there is no such thing, you should still be in Constantinople at this time, should you be a normal young master?

Tugging magic circle with Creevey, fighting with Lilith, fighting loudly with Hiddink and others bragging about their skills on the wine table...

The breeze blew through. Morpheus quietly experienced the feeling of being integrated with the world after breaking through the "barriers". I just felt that my heart was calmer than before. But after a while, he slowly turned his head, looked at Eindhar hesitantly ascending the tower, and said with a smile: "Why, also want to see the scenery?"

Irindal was stunned for a while, and then the ruthless face of the ever-present official office showed a bit of shame. She reached out and pinned her hair that was blown by the wind to her ear, and she walked towards the big consul, The tone tried hard and said steadily: "I... Actually I just watched you staying here for a long time, I am afraid that your forehead is actually nothing..."

Morpheus rarely sees Ilindal showing such an expression. In the impression, the former member of the "creed" always has a cold, ice-like expression, as if only giving himself "Elven Spring" to himself that time When I took it, her sample finally made some changes...

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt stunned.

Because of the war, I seem to have ignored the feelings of too many people around me. It seems that those things that he should have in mind have gradually faded in my heart.

With this in mind, Morpheus feels a little guilty under his heart, and Ilindaal’s words are much softer than before

"Are you tired? It's really hard work for you. I run around every day. In the future, this information can be replaced by someone to tell me." Raised his hand to indicate that Irindal was sitting on the wooden chair beside him. Morpheus personally poured a cup of afternoon tea for her and steadily stood in front of her. "I don't know if it's good or not, after all, I don't know how to enjoy life."

He smiled, looking at Elendal's delicate face, but he was very emotional.

I seem to owe too much.

Yrindal, who was awkward in her original state, was stunned by the words of Morpheus at this time, but when she looked up and saw the tea cup held by Morpheus, she suddenly felt a heartbeat missed. What I said was stuck in my throat...

"Thank you...Thank you."

Ilindal took a cup of tea with both hands and drank it in his mouth, but it was warm in his heart.

This is the first time in a long time that she has resolved to take the initiative to come to Morpheus to "chat" with no purpose and no intelligence to report, just simple...want to talk with him.

But when Irindal really sat next to Morpheus, she found that the young man who had the original impression seemed to change again after returning to Sisrin recently.

"How? I make you nervous?"

Morpheus still asked with a smile. Irindal recovered, and she was amused by his words after she was overwhelmed.

Also speaking, what makes you nervous?

"Cough...I was thinking just now, if I said that I didn’t bring any useful information, would you think I wasted your time and made a few complaints..." Irindal's eyes turned to the distance, voice But it became more ethereal, "It seems that I am worrying blindly..."

The emotion is not over yet, and Irindal suddenly turns her head, looking at him with a serious expression.

"You changed, Morpheus, become... makes me a little uncomfortable."

"Oh?"

"In the past, you always frowned, although you always tried to be calm, but whether it was Sunderland or Hegel, or Ashkandi, Jeanne and even Jeanna... none of them It can be seen that your heart is actually not easy," Irindal finally seemed to understand why he came here today, and he also said some unspeakable words, "Many things and many responsibilities are all borne by you. , To be honest, as a citizen of Sicillin, I think...you are too tired. The responsibilities you bear almost make you breathless."

"One thing after another, almost everything you have to deal with yourself, even if the strength reaches the point where I look up, I still always encounter problems that make you headache, I sometimes look at The intelligence accumulated in front of you: Is it too cruel to leave all these things to you?"

Morpheus looked at the Japanese elf who had little talk in the past and listened quietly without speaking.

"August Empire, the seabed, and these endless battles, I sometimes think, why can't I share some things for you? I think my ability is more than just a collation of information Intelligence officer"

Speaking of this, she raised her head and carefully observed the expression of Morpheus, her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

"Even if it is to share a little for you, it will make you easier...I will feel very happy."

Morpheus looked at Yilin Daer with a big red cheek. Although her expression was still calm, her heartstrings were touched by her seemingly self-satisfied words. How could he not hear the emotions hidden in the elf's words? But it seems that until today... he is not willing to face the other party's intentions.

It's hard to betray the beauty of the beauty, which is true.

"But seeing you today, I found that I didn't need to think about this issue." Eindhar exhaled a little, thanking her confession for not being too obvious, but then for Morpheus. The calm response made me feel a little lost, "Isn't it...you thought of a solution to those disputes and crises?"

"The way? I really don't have this."

Morpheus couldn’t help but smile, but she actively took the tea for Irindal, seeing the nervousness she showed involuntarily, Morpheus felt a soft heart, "I just want to understand some things, some things can’t be forced. , Some things...should not be missed."

Shouldn’t you miss it?

Irindal stood up with some sharp ears, and he looked at him with a pair of big eyes, as if he was trying to interpret other meanings in his words. However, when I saw Morpheus's slightly narrow expression, Ilindal suddenly realized... The secret thought he concealed was actually seen through by him.

Thinking about this, Yilin Daer, who was called "cold beauty" by her subordinates, immediately felt that her cheeks were burning. Rao was the courage she had before. At this time, she also drank and drank tea. Lindal got up and hurriedly said goodbye. Morpheus looked at her, but she didn't stop it. Only when she watched her walk up to the stairs, she suddenly said: "Actually... I know how I drank the'Fair of Elves'."

Irindal, who had just stepped out, was almost there. She exclaimed, "Ah", without half of her voice, she covered her mouth and ran like a rabbit that was burned to the tail. .

Morpheus suddenly noticed that Ilyndal...is really cute~IndoMTL.com~ sighed a few words, his eyes turned to the cathedral under construction not far away. The quiet life made the atmosphere of the city soothing. As far as the eyes could see, Joan of Arc and Andalier wandered the streets, and the cavalry returning from the tour of the territory in the distance had crossed the city gate, dressed in Kai Erga Shengkai’s Jeanna turned over and dismounted, handing her weapon to the stern and turned to say hello to Brown who happened to pass by...

The operation of the city has stabilized, and Morpheus’s wish seems to be gradually fulfilling his requirements. It is really not high, but it is just a peaceful sleep.

Or...

Morpheus turned around and walked down the tower, following the steps to Arantis deep underground, but remembered the topic Scarlett once mentioned

"Your son asks you for swordsmanship and fights against you in the shade, sitting next to your daughter, perhaps with a delicate little braid, or a long hair shawl..."

"Mother and I said that having a happy family is the most worthwhile thing to live in this world."

What does home... look like?