Black Scepter Chapter 142: Banquet

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The original darkness and silence of Arantis has completely changed under the Morpheus transformation.

Thanks to the energy dissipated by the tree of Hida, this huge underground city already has almost daylight-like lighting capabilities—the countless lights driven by the magic circle make this place and the surface nearly 1,000 kilometers away. the difference. When walking in the factory area of ​​this underground city, Morpheus feels as lively as the Constantinople market. A worker walks back and forth carrying materials, weapons, or armor. The day elves and night elves are also mixed. The blacksmiths The sound of banging and banging sounded loudly, and the valuable lances and short swords were forged out and transported to another area of ​​the dungeon.

Everything is methodical.

Strong military productivity is a guarantee for the entire territory to gain a foothold in this continent. Morpheus is very satisfied with this. Looking up at the tree that hides the horizon, he just walked through the lively neighborhood. Walk towards the Kleinman family castle in the distance.

Morpheus, who has entered the "half god" stage, has a calm breath at this time, even no difference from ordinary people. The temperament is easy-going and the face is always indifferent. Those who walk by will never think that this is the general territory. The big consul who held up, and occasionally someone would touch the Morpheus because of the narrow street, he did not care, and even chatted for a few days, listening to these people’s views on the territory, just like an ordinary one. Travelers are the same.

Along the way, Morpheus set foot on the Kleinman family castle, waved his hand to signal that the blood guards at the door did not need to kneel to salute, he stepped up in the brightly lit castle and came to his study.

The number of servants and maidservants in the castle completely reached the standard of the Duke’s Palace. At this time, the servants outside the study room saw Morpheus, immediately bent over to salute, and then actively opened the thick and simple solid wood door for him.

Because of the existence of these servants and the ubiquitous lighting system, the cold atmosphere in the study room has already disappeared. For the purpose, in addition to the manuscript of "Theology" and some books that I have read, there are many more general history, biography and knight novels, which is naturally Ashcandi's reading. Stepping into the study... Morpheus looked at the quiet and quiet back in front of the desk and could not help exhaling lightly.

This kind of blandness without fear is really hard to come by.

Ashkandi is sitting at her desk reading a picture book about clothing. She said that women are good for themselves. Even if her legs can’t walk, she always wants to face Morpheus in the best posture. Just like the dark green dress that made Morpheus shine before. Hearing the footsteps of Morpheus, the beautiful face turned to look at him, blinking, bright and clear eyes involuntarily brought a trace of joy.

"I haven't taken a close look at my territory for a long time, how are you feeling?"

"Fortunately, it's just... I feel something is missing."

In the breath, the faint fragrance of Ashcandi made Morpheus quite intoxicated. Looking at the blood girl in front of him, the thought in the heart became stronger.

"What else is missing? I think the Lampard territory may have become the hottest territory in the current continent." Ashkandi turned his head slightly, curiously curious, " I can't figure out what else is missing here..."

"There is no shortage of things in the territory." Morpheus came to Ashcandi and naturally sat on the wooden chair beside her, reaching for the slightly cold fingertips of this blood race and lowering his head, It’s like looking at the palm of this artwork carefully, “What’s the real reason for killing as many enemies and defeating as many opponents as possible? I used to have a vague answer, but now I’m beginning to understand... "

"What do you understand?"

"I understand...I can do all this by myself, in order to have a desired life, for example...to spend the rest of my life safely with you." Morpheus looked at Ashcandy's green eyes Eyes, suddenly raised his lips, smiled: "I remember when I said these words, no one seemed to believe?"

It seems to understand why he said this. Ashcandi, who always accepted everything passively, looked at Morpheus stunnedly. After a while, the originally relaxed fingers gently squeezed his generous palm and gently said: For you and me, this is perhaps the most difficult wish..."

"So I've been working hard." The face of Morpheus quietly leaned to Ashkandi's ear, "So...have you ever thought about...to have a baby?"

What—I mean...this..."

Suddenly, Ashcandi felt like he was knocked into the atrium by something. His head "buzzed" and opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

Morpheus has never seen Ashcandy show such a look, confused, joyful, helpless, excited, his hands twisted together, his cheeks flushed instantly.

She bit her lip, as if exhausting all her courage before raising her head to stare at Morpheus. But when she saw his serious touch, she turned away shyly and whispered: " I...I am a blood family, you are...a human..."

The voice behind is as light as a mosquito, but apparently Morpheus got Ashcandi’s simplest answer: she is willing.

"This problem...is naturally solvable." Morpheus refrained from wanting to make fun of her thoughts, and she was still feeling a little uneasy and finally relaxed.

Scarlett itself is a hybrid of human and blood, and since the heavy and serious task of "rejuvenating the blood" should be inherited, it is necessary to think about how to solve it...

"Then, according to Fording's rules, should I propose first? Then-have you ever thought about where the wedding will take place?"

"Ah? This...I...I don't know--I mean..."

Ashkandi has fallen into an incoherent state. She has never imagined that this day will come so soon. Although she has already secretly promised, she has experienced the situation of coexistence and death several times, but when she thinks of her special Body and "personality", she immediately forcibly suppressed her inner excitement and said: "I always have to ask...she can do it."

Morpheus did not rush to get the answer, just nodded and got up and said: "So, I will do some preparations."

Seeing the appearance of Morpheus’s idea, Ashcandi’s panicked mood seemed to be filled with honey. She had never experienced such a wonderful feeling, and her heart was inexplicably full of longing for later life, as if Hopefully, Morpheus will get everything done for the wedding immediately, and then give birth...

Having a baby?

Sitting on the chair innocently, she didn’t even know what Morpheus said afterwards. With her hands clenched tightly, there was a little smile on her face, and her lips were pursed again. I don't know what to think. Looking at her picture, Morpheus is quite understandable, and said a few words, seeing Ashkandi has been completely absent, so he no longer chats, and left the room, came to the main hall of the castle, looking at the pair The map of the continent hanging on the wall looked up.

Family affairs and national affairs, Morpheus understands that he can’t avoid anything until today, but whichever is more important, his mind is gradually changing.

His own happiness, of course, is to fight for himself. As far as Morpheus is concerned, Ashcandi’s love needs a result. This is the first thing he wants to do after crossing the Ω level. As for the threat of the Purgatory plane and the resistance of various countries, he can't worry about it alone. Now as the actual lord and chief executive of Lampard, he only needs to worry about Lampard, the “Night Watcher” branch of the August Empire, Christina Verding branch and the Naga Kingdom of Queen Fahna. These things are the power that he can fully control.

The servant ignited the fireplace consciously, and the warm flame drove away the coldness that the underground castle used to stay all year round. Morpheus dispelled those thoughts about war and conspiracy, and finally ordered the servants to prepare a dinner.

Although leisurely, Morpheus understands that he is far from being able to fully relax and enjoy. Integrating the power of your own territory, making all preparations, and notifying all your staff through a banquet is obviously more appropriate than a paper.

In the evening, the servants have prepared a sumptuous dinner, and almost all the high-level people in the Lampard territory have gathered together.

Speaking of them, they are a bit surprised by this banquet because they are almost always busy. Masters such as Sunderland and Creevey don’t need to mention it. The people such as Jeanna and Brown who have been patrolling the border are even more difficult. Hegel and Heisel are strenuous in the cultivation of the "elegant" and the division of the army. Priests such as Jeanne and Andalil, the "backbone" who supported Lampard's territory hardly had any time to rest.

Before the banquet began, Lord Christina and the vampire Connor and others were brought from Fordinga by Hydera, making this banquet a rare high-level collective gathering of "night watchmen".

This is the first time Morpheus has participated in such a banquet as its owner. He raised his glass and signaled the start of the banquet. He didn’t have too serious expressions, but just looked at the face and gently sighed: "Vigil People come to today... everyone has a lot to do, this cup, respect everyone."

After speaking, raise your glass and drink.

Although it is a common affirmation, but from the mouth of Morpheus, it seems heavy and weighty. However, the following words made people not nervous, but they also understood the general purpose of this banquet--

“It doesn’t really matter too much to bring everyone together, but I just remembered that you didn’t seem to have officially attended a banquet together. According to the education I received before, the noblemen of Byzantine would I think this is unreasonable... Of course, the current situation..."

Similar to the ordinary dinners of Byzantine, the main function of the banquet is to allow participants to communicate with each other and promote friendship. Sunderland, Creevey, and the night elf longbow leader Krenzer, who are engaged in magic research, talked about the problem of magical projectiles. Brown and Hegel discussed the differences and improvements of melee weapons. Di talks about what he saw in the city today. Christina and Connor intersect them, learning about the current military progress of the night watchman headquarters and so on...

In order to make the banquet perfect, the servants even found a band in the hall. The soft and soothing classical music of the players. The high-level people who are usually difficult to gather in the territory naturally adapt to this atmosphere. This banquet played The communication promotion effect is naturally beneficial to the development of "night watchman", and more importantly-Morpheus is in this way to gradually understand all the conditions in their territory.

"Fording's iron ore does not need to be squeezed too much. A good batch of minerals was shipped from Augustus, and the center of gravity should be properly turned to the recruitment of soldiers."

The conversation with Christina is mostly involved in official business. For this, the Countess Fording is also used to it. Nodding her head, she didn’t expect the Morpheus topic to change. What is the custom of marriage?"

Speaking of this, it is really only she who can help herself. Morpheus handed her glass to the stupid Compton standing like a machine, pointed to the corner, and signaled Christina to speak there.

The widow of Fordington, who has not seen Morpheus for a long time, was surprised, but did not dare to ask more, and explained it quickly.

On the other side, Yilin Daer, dressed in a white dress, looked at Ashkandi, who was in a state of dissatisfaction, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Well? Nothing."

The red eyes don’t have the coldness of the past, but are full of tenderness and sweetness. The dark queen Ashcandy is dressed in a red dress tonight. It is amazing to say, but her identity and strength let others Not daring to comment at all, but Jeanne and Andalil boasted a few smiles, making her rarely smile.

"No recent battles?" Ashcandi turned his head and made a gossip, holding a red wine glass. Although he was asking Irindal, his eyes kept glancing at Morpheus not far away.

Ilyndal was also a little absent-minded, and replied: "Warfare? Basically it has stabilized. Speaking of the fact, the city walls can indeed effectively resist those purgatory creatures, but their circumvention of the sacred Gabriel empire caused a lot of discussion. But at present, it can only be discussed, and no one can freely try to test their attitude."

"Gabrielle, oh, the pope may be afraid, I really don’t know what William will think, maybe I’m going to sleep for decades to escape this disaster?"

At a glimpse of the Morpheus's inexplicable appearance in front of Christina, Ashcandi licked the vampire's unique fangs with the tip of his tongue~IndoMTL.com~ seemed a bit uncomfortable, and the topic changed, and asked Ilyndal: "Is that woman originally taken hostage? Is it now the governor of the Fording Division?"

Although I have known for a long time that the relationship between Ashkandi and Morpheus is unusual, but at this time I saw that the Dark Queen was slightly jealous, Irindal couldn’t help but feel a little funny-but then she felt a little lost in her heart. Complain: What does that guy mean in the afternoon? Did he accept or reject it? He loves Ashkandi, what am I going to blend? I'm afraid this will embarrass him? What am I expecting?

There are many things in mind, but when she comes to her mouth, Irindal whispered: "You say Christina? She is Lord Lord of Fording, Connor is balancing her power, rest assured."

Relax? Huh, you won't be at ease.

Ashkandi found out that he was starting to eat this guy's jealousy, and he felt a little uneasy, but more of it was the joy brought by Morpheus's words in the afternoon. She licked her fangs again, trying hard to hold back the thought of wanting to go, but she murmured in her mouth: "It's so nice to say, and it's still awkward..."

Irindael heard clearly, and could not help but feel a little hot in the face, and drank his head in the wine glass, and the two were silent for a while.