Black Scepter Chapter 12: Wait

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"If the world is the sea, what I see is often the untouched sea surface. The real danger can only be discovered by going deep into the ocean floor, but never knowing what will happen in the end."

Morpheus looked down at the scepter in his hand, and his fingers gently brushed on the smooth black surface of the end of the stick, and the golden dark lines flickered, "I ride on the head of Nisya Dragon, but I don’t know Will it pull me into the abyss, or will it jump out of the sea to meet the light."

The guard’s head suddenly shuddered slightly, and then turned his head slowly as if it were rusty steel parts. The lifeless face sculpted by a failed craftsman had a trace of waves. His eyes were still dull, but finally The focus is restored.

"I... called...Com-Pun-ton."

The hoarse voice, the first time in hundreds of years.

Morpheus didn’t come here to sigh anything. Now that he’s pressed for time, of course he knows that everything is efficiency. The reason why he came to talk to this guard is because the guy in front of him is a Viscount, but only Connor’s It is said that his strength is completely decoration, because this guy has almost never contributed to the cause within the family, because the dullness and the wood are completely free from the core member area, but because of this, he has become the only fruit of the Meeks family. Several members who are not weak.

In the final analysis, the only thing that makes Compton's attitude change suddenly is the scepter of Sulfuras instead of Morpheus. This is the holy artifact of the first ancestor of the blood family. The deterrent of bloodline is absolutely irresistible to ordinary blood.

"Compton, how long have you been standing here?"

"Forty-seven years, seven months and eight days, seventeen hours and twenty-five minutes."

This is an answer that makes Morpheus squint slightly.

This does not seem to be a random number-no one in the past Meeks family regarded him as a normal blood family, and no one could reveal any secrets from his mouth, but Morpheus was easily touched at this moment. Arriving at a fact that may shock Connor.

"How long is this street?"

Morpheus suddenly pointed to the street in front of him and asked abruptly.

"Three hundred and seventy-two meters."

Compton was expressionless, but he answered more and more fluently, as if he gradually recovered his language skills.

"How many times has it snowed since you came here to now?"

"Twenty-two games."

"How many rains?"

"3,471 games."

"How far am I from you now?"

"The distance of the body's center of gravity, two and three meters."

"What is the cause of death of the Patriarch of the Meeks family?"

Morpheus's discourse changed, and asked a very turning point question, but Compton was silent for three seconds after hearing this question, and then gave the answer-"I don't know."

"Age of Connor?"

"Eight hundred and fifty-three years old."

When it comes to issues related to numbers, Morpheus understands the extraordinary thing about this guy in front of him.

"You don’t need a janitor in the future. From now on, your new identity is my bodyguard."

Morpheus turned around and walked towards the gate of the mansion, while Compton slowly twisted his body, his stiff body kept up with Morpheus, and did not bow and bend like the Connor? Obey all orders of Morpheus like a puppet.

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The nobles in the Medici City are well-defined, but they are not determined according to their titles, because many new nobles who have bought baronial titles with money often have more wealth and resources than viscounts, so Judging the level of an aristocrat's identity, he looks at the level of the overall circle of people around him.

As a young noble with less than 30,000 gold coins in his body, Morpheus’s current identity is not too small, because his identity and status are not determined by the gold coins in his pocket, but by Decided by the secrets of the Meeks family-fortunately, the thin camel was bigger than the horse, and the rotten boat also had three pounds of nails. Morpheus got an invitation for the upcoming winter hunting event on Sunday as a Baron Fording At the time of the letter, Connor, the strongest currently in the Meeks family, also provided him with a series of title deeds and enslavement certificates.

These things prove that Morpheus has a lush territory with a population of more than 2,000 and a castle with 170 slaves somewhere in the Fording Empire. At least three countess counts are willing to introduce their daughters to be married to Morpheus, And all identities are well documented, without any trace of falsehood.

Fortunately, Tang Jidi has also taught the Morpheus Fu Ding language, and is also a pure Prussian Fu Ding language. The only flaw may be that Morpheus has not actually been to Fu Ding.

But no one will pursue this thing, because the aristocratic topic is nothing more than bragging and boasting with each other, agreeing with you, naturally even the fart is fragrant, not agreeing with you, then even the honey is as smelly as **** urine .

So when Morpheus was dressed in a well-dressed hunting outfit to attend the winter hunting venue three days later, the thirty-four nobles present naturally gave friendly and hot eyes to this member who had just entered the first-line noble circle of Medici on.

It can be said that what Connor Meeks can do is beyond Morpheus's expectations.

At the edge of the forest on a sunny day after the snow, the members participating in the winter hunting are ready to go.

Morpheus is at ease, a cane, a dagger, followed by a stern look from Compton and two other blood-clad servants dressed in leather armor, Sphinx does not appear here to swagger, after all, one cat per cat The combination is too eye-catching.

At this moment, the nobles in front of Morpheus brought together the entire upper class members of Medici-even including Lord Lord Burton and his daughter, a row of generally fat but scary smiling tigers The young family members behind him looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in the aristocratic circle of the Medici.

"Welcome to Medici, Morpheus from Fording? Roland, I hope the scenery here will satisfy you."

It is the Earl Bolton who looks like a hospitable lord, with broad shoulders and a tall body, and his beard is completely an image of a giant in the battlefield. Although he does not have a knight's armor, he has experienced it. The blood of war can't be concealed.

He is a fierce man.

The Morpheus did not show excessive enthusiasm in the face of the Lord Lord’s personal showing. The young but mature face showed a calm and warm smile, but it was light, but very sincere, making the Lord Lord satisfied and laughed. Then waved his hand to signal the beginning of winter hunting.

Thirty-four people refers to the number of nobles, but if Hudong is included, the number must be tripled. In addition to at least two Hudsons, there are more than three hounds. It is not an exaggeration.

The white snow on the hunting ground does not have any footprints, but it makes Morpheus feel more reliable than those who clean up large beasts in advance, but he is not here for hunting, contacting "feelings" is the real purpose .

Riding on the Butchwin blood horse arranged by Connor, who is a supernatural power, Morpheus maintains the elegant style of the nobility. Compton behind him and the two dogs pulling the hound shut their mouths tightly and felt cold.

The nobles who arrived on the horses one by one began a warm-up warm-up trot. Then Lord Bolton led his hunting team into the forest first. It is worth mentioning that the lord’s daughter who was just 18 years old Even riding a horse beside him, it is clear that Shang Wu’s father influenced her deeply. The girl named Adeline never greeted anyone from start to finish. Although her posture was not arrogant, she was better than arrogant. The fact that no one is in the eye makes many young nobles tickle their hearts.

Obviously for nobles who have no shortage of women in bed every night, a woman who is not easy to conquer is the favorite prey of men~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus Cema takes Compton into the hunting forest from the side, Slightly disconnected from the big army-this is a due nobility of foreign aristocrats. Morpheus carefully squeezed his own scale and maintained his disguised identity very well.

At this moment, Morpheus is not a reckless boy who came to see the action step by step. Three days before coming here, a complete list of nobles participating in hunting has been repeatedly studied by Morpheus no less than ten times.

The things sorted out made him clear the main purpose of today's arrival-of course, although this winter hunting is decided by the lord, many of the possible "variables" are in the hands of Morpheus, now All that needs to be done is to execute each item according to the planned plan.

And the first key point of this project is Adeline, the daughter of the lord of the white fox fur hunter who wears a short bow.

The duration of winter hunting is a whole day. Of course, the real hunting is basically those who have extraordinary skills. The noble masters only need to ride on horses to make up for the last sword or arrow. Politicians anyway Never think that the real purpose of hunting is to enjoy the fun of hunting. There is never a lack of open fights, and fighting for jealousy is inevitable. Morpheus uses these factors.

Brook Wen blood horses do not have the horrible explosive power of pure blood horses, but they can still maintain stable running speed and endurance in the cold winter days. This is their valuable place. As a hunter, Morpheus is naturally not very purposeful. Strongly following the big army, on hunting, it is estimated that none of the people on the scene can match him. With simple tracking skills and strong physical fitness, Morpheus caught several hares and Snow Fox, but then has been hovering outside the team of Lord Bolton.

He is waiting.