Black Scepter Chapter 11: Not as powerful as you think
>When the Dark Blade Knights entered the city of West Sellin, this powerful elite cavalry regiment made all civilians along the way feel an unprecedented strong breath.
Blood-stained shirts have not been replaced. This 700-member cavalry regiment attempted to take advantage of the lord coalition with zero casualties. After strangling the opponent’s joint cavalry regiment, this powerful army was only in The opposing infantry group's field of vision showed a chilling horsemanship and a neat-to-finger formation. The infantry group with nearly 3,000 people no longer progressed like a startled bird, and then dispersed after three days of hesitation. .
There is nothing embarrassing about this situation. It is really normal in Pali. Morpheus did not see the soldier of the Hegelian Lord in the battlefield statistics after the event, but it belonged to the territory. Pamir's quarter-size lord.
No matter what the strength of this group of people is, the Dark Blade Knights became famous, and this Knights almost immediately replaced the status of the "Palm Leaf Knights" in the original territory, indirectly consolidating the real hands of Morpheus, the shadow lord. that power.
Brown, who used to be an Morpheus instructor, did not expect the world to be so small. The kid who used to run in Cauchy School of Knighthood has now become his own boss. For Brown, there is no pressure-for one person to experience countless For the knight of war, as long as there is blood in war, that is enough.
Because they can't stand a comfortable life.
The knights that arrived like rain in a timely manner greatly increased the strength of the night watchman. So far, the “eyes” and “fists” needed for a perfect iron-blooded institution are available, and the “mouth” responsible for public relations already has “ The “Lampard Lord Advisor” is the representative. Morpheus’s only worry is that his lack of experience as a “head” will cause a lot of trouble. Although the experience is legendary and the strength is strong enough, after all, the team is not a team of several people but one. Organizations to confront the Holy See in the future.
So when he returned to the hall of the lord’s palace, the first one wanted to talk to the queen who had a terrifying experience.
It just made him a little surprised, but still sitting quietly was the green eye Ashcandi, looking at the changing sky outside the window without even changing his expression.
Morpheus, who originally wanted to ask questions, was silent. He instinctively felt that it was not suitable to ask such questions now-so Morpheus made an invitation after asking the servant of the lord's house to arrange food: "Do you have a dinner together?"
There is no aristocratic wording, and it is a straightforward inquiry.
Ashkandi turned his head somewhat absently, grasping the robe covering his knees with some tension.
"Will there be many people?"
Morpheus has some doubts about this problem, thinking a little bit, said: "I can arrange according to your requirements."
Ashkandi still hesitated and said, "Try to be as few as possible. I don't like places with many people."
Morpheus nodded and promised that the previous queen would never have extra requests. Sometimes she even forgot to eat in order to read a book. It seemed that food was superfluous for her.
But from the present point of view, Green Eye Ashkandi not only does not have the queen-like horror strength, but even her body is weaker than normal people.
In order to let Ashcandi, whose legs can’t move, leave the hall and go to the bedroom, Morpheus thought hard for a long time, and finally turned the extremely high-level Warcraft of Sphinx into the size of a tiger, gently supporting his weak body. Ashcandi sat on its back and walked gently with his gentleman's arm to the luxuriously decorated lord's restaurant.
In Balice, lunch and dinner are very important moments of the day, and all the identifiable people in the lord’s palace are required to gather in the restaurant, so the restaurant left by Lord Gard is extremely large, and the dining table is also extremely large. Long, when Morpheus ordered that all the original servants and even the knight Jean be withdrawn, and he personally placed several cooked foods in front of Ashkandi, the entire empty restaurant was filled with famous red wine. The collision between the wine bottle and the crystal wine glass seemed deserted.
Ashkandi sat quietly and dignifiedly at the end of the long dining table, staring at the Morpheus without a word. The black robe covered the clenched fingers, and sat gently with her left hand as Morpheus Gradually relax.
"Morpheus, are you really the head of a mercenary regiment?"
"Well, the name of the mercenary regiment is the night watchman. I am the regiment leader. Do you think I am too young?"
Morpheus gently arranged the tableware for Ashkandi, and arranged the napkins for the neckline. The etiquette of the Byzantine nobility did not fall.
"I think your identity should be more of a noble, but it is not the same as the nobility of Fording," Ashcandi looked up, looking at the restaurant's huge dome like a small church. Reinvesting in Morpheus gradually restored the calmness and calmness of the past, "There is no cumbersome pattern, but there is the background of the nobility. To be honest, I don't believe the identity you said."
This seems to be a sign that the two are getting acquainted—the willingness to talk openly about some private issues means that for a woman, she accepts the existence of the other person in her heart and has a certain affection.
"This is a short story," Morpheus answered the question carefully, "Speaking of it, have you ever thought about home?"
Ashkandi smiled, but looked a little reluctant, "My home can't go back anymore, is it?"
This sentence made Morpheus stunned, not knowing what went wrong.
"The "Balliche General History" in the lobby should not be a joke. The chronology above seems to have told me that I have lived for a long time."
Ashkandi lowered his head slightly, gently picked up the crystal goblet with mellow red liquor, hesitated, and took a small sip.
This is her first time drinking.
After confirming the fact that she is now hundreds of years older than she used to live, Ashkandi doesn’t seem to show any extraneous things at all, but still sits quietly-she is very clear No matter how the world changes, she can only stand silently to bear all the pains of life.
The silver knife and fork that Morpheus just picked up was gently put down by him, and the things at hand were earlier than expected, but Ashcandi’s response was far more than expected-calm acceptance In any reality, this is far from what a normal person can do.
"I don’t know how to tell your story, but I can guarantee that you are safe within the protection of the night watchman."
In fact, because of your existence, the vigil is safe.
Morpheus said the opposite inwardly, but found Ashcandi smiled softly in front of him.
"Someone once said this to me, but now he has been unable to fulfill his original promise."
Her smile is a bit bleak, "I don’t know if you have heard of his name."
Morpheus made a questioning expression.
"His name is Yizuer, but he hasn’t told me his surname until now."
Ashkandi squeezed the wine glass lightly without even noticing Morpheus’s clenched hands
Irindal still maintains a very high work efficiency, but he accidentally discovered that the leader of the night watchman was a little haggard when he personally came to tell Morpheus the arrival of Yizuer’s legacy.
Because of the exhaustion of the crystal filament, she was put off for another night without sleeping. The appearance of Morpheus is similar to that of undead creatures. However, this elf did not raise any extra concerns or questions. Her sole purpose Just let Morpheus dig out the things behind Sulfuras' scepter, and the rest will not care.
It's just that she doesn't know that Morpheus has not touched the scepter anymore.
The two people who "cooperate" with their own spirits are naturally not as open-minded as they imagined, but the short-term stable situation will inevitably be maintained. The news of Irindal gave Morpheus a slight relief-arrived with Yi Zur’s legacy There is also a whole group of magicians and great swordsmen of the Windsor family, and the wealth of more than 100,000 gold coins.
Although it’s all good news, Morpheus still looks a little sullen. Queen Ashcandi has not reappeared yet, which makes Morpheus more and more awkward.
He has never had any dependence psychology, but the sudden change at this moment has made him understand that most of his enthusiasm has actually come from this woman standing in front of him.
The real him is not as powerful as expected.
The current Morpheus is still stuck on the threshold of the low-level knights, and Crystal Energy also has no significant progress. Although it is understandable that nothing is urgent, the night watchman really needs a leader who can hold it up and speak. .
Walking to Castle Square, there are many familiar faces in the queue that have been queued for review. Morpheus greeted the Duke’s House of Windsor a year ago and even greeted many of them. The swordsmen lined up, standing behind a queue of three hundred pure aristocrats.
The atmosphere in the square is solemn, and everyone at the moment can be described as an elite combat force. It is a combat unit that any lord can meet, but at this moment, the heir of the purple iris, the young master Morpheus of the Duke’s Palace of Windsor When an identity stood in front of them, they only said very quietly:
"I only have one sentence to ask: When the world is enemies~IndoMTL.com~ How many people can still fight alongside me?"
Short silence.
The first row of great sword masters draw their swords collectively, stand on the ground, kneel on one knee, and perform the swordsman ceremony.
Followed by a magistrate with a law enforcement stick in hand and bowed over.
Then, three hundred knights took off their helmets neatly and sworn allegiance to the knighthood.
Morpheus looked at less than four hundred people in front of him, and hadn't said one more word, suddenly turned around, but saw the lean figure standing side by side with himself.
Under the sun, the familiar red eyes blinked at him. Although he had no words, he had surpassed any oath.
"So, what else do I have to back down."--
(Recently in a bad state, I can’t always write a feeling. If you have any plot suggestions, you can publish them in a book review and give me some reminders. After all, the book is on the shelf and I will always be unable to take care of my dull writing. Where there are more plots, I will be even more confused than the readers, I hope you can help me to guide me, thank you!)