Black Scepter Chapter 13: The end of the journey, Constantinople
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This journey seems almost over.
The first Morpheus resting on a wooden bed raised his head and looked at the ceiling slightly stunned. There was a dagger under his pillow, and the short sword on his body never left. Worry, just like the accumulation of more knowledge will be learned, although his knowledge is not comparable to those of the aristocratic family who are seriously studying in the aristocratic college, but they are farther away on the other road.
The town has a more noisy atmosphere, although the population is not as dense as Padine, but here is closer to the capital Constantinople, followed by a large number of population movements brought about by the main transportation routes and trade hubs. Turning his head and looking out the window, Morpheus felt that he still had an invisible boundary with those civilians.
He raised his arms, and the dark magic patterns on his arms were reflected in his sea-blue eyes like jumping flames, making him a little fascinated.
A knock on the door sounded, and the old housekeeper bowed and stepped in after getting permission, followed by a white man.
The indifferent gaze, the dusty robe, the wide hood, and the pure white inlay with golden edging have an indescribable solemnity and mystery.
The servant of the Lord?
The old guy’s evaluation of these clerics sounded in Morpheus’s mind, but it was not derogatory, but there was no trace of praise. Speaking of them, in Tang Jidi’s eyes, these people were, at best, “selling the soul to God. Only".
This statement is almost equivalent to "selling soul to the devil", the meaning is similar, the consequences are naturally self-evident, do not want to be dragged to the torture rack for heresy treatment, Morpheus naturally understand that he can not follow what is said Words.
"Master, this is Lord Meghan, the bishop of Cadola. Your injury may be recovered as soon as possible."
The old housekeeper bowed down to introduce the well-known bishop to the young master-perhaps for a heir to a duke, the bishop is not a person of high weight and worthy of attention, but the old housekeeper as a believer naturally has to do To a gesture of piety and humility.
"Please forgive me for not being able to salute, Bishop Megan."
The Morpheus lying on the bed looks weak, and this gesture naturally wins the sympathy of the bishop in the area in front of him-he has heard the suffering of the duke’s illegitimate son, regardless of whether the child in front of him is sincere and faithful , This bishop will pray in his heart.
“If the heart is sincere, the form is redundant. The Lord said: ‘The piety shown to others is false’. I believe that your sincerity will not be limited to a few actions.”
Bishop Meghan stood in front of Morpheus, his eyes were calm and serene. It seemed that in his forties, he had the quietness and precipitation that ordinary people do not have. Perhaps Morpheus is not clear. The people in front of him are regarded as the secret chess that the Windsor family secretly supports. One, ascended the position of bishop at the age of thirty-seven, the four words of "promising future" are well deserved.
In the face of the friendliness of the other party, Morpheus still did not let go of the hand that was concealed and was holding the short steel hilt of Naples, but nodded slightly, no more words.
Meghan didn’t have extra condoms, nor did he reach out to check the injury of Morpheus like those doctors. Instead, he gently took a small cross out of his arms and gently raised it, showing a sway in the wound of Morpheus. Pass by.
The reason why there are so many believers in the mainland is inseparable from these clerics who use light magic-although most of the time it takes a cleric to use the power of the Holy Light, it costs a lot of money, but this is always A kind act that saves lives and helps the wounded. The progress of society stems from just and fair behavior. Of course, it also breeds corruption and filth.
The faint light flashed on the surface of Morpheus's body with the recitation of the bishop's mantra, and then disappeared. The warm bones and tendons have never been smoother, but it made Morpheus feel a little awkward.
This feeling comes from the instinctive response of the body, as if there is a subtle resistance to this universal light.
The bishop does not seem to be aware of it. The use of high-level magic did not make him show his fatigue, so the Windsor family is not a bastard.
The bones are restored, the flesh is restored, the power of high-level magic is needless to say, but Morpheus did not try to move the body at will, which is naturally regarded as a cautious and reckless young master in Megan's eyes.
"The glory of the Lord will bestow the kind person, as the sun will eventually pierce the dark clouds."
Bend your body and back away without any unnecessary nonsense. The old housekeeper walked out of the room with respect to the cross etiquette used by the Holy See.
"Old guy, you really got it right, the magic stick can't hide this taste."
Sighing quietly, Morpheus sat up and pulled off the bandage on his body like tearing the paper. Looking down, the magic pattern on the arm that didn't even leave a scar and the dark red that had not faded.
"How about this power?"
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Morpheus, meaning "gift" in ancient Hebrew, the name accompanied him to the world for fifteen years, knowing that now he gradually understood the meaning behind the name.
When the mighty team passed through the next day, when Constantinople's magnificent and magnificent walls were displayed in front of Morpheus, he understood what the so-called "gift" meant.
The magnificent dark walls extend to the end in the field of vision, but still can’t see the border. The wide moat surrounds the city, which is not only a defense, but also serves as a traffic gateway.
As a big city, there is a river that runs into the sea and runs across the center. As a huge hub for transportation and trade, this great city is divided into two parts. The southern part of the city is the main body, covering a large and prosperous area, including In addition to the various classes of the royal family, the aristocracy and the common people, it has also divided many areas. A city with a population of 500,000 has developed under this unique natural condition. It is naturally due to the monarch who established the city here-Constantinople.
Behind the Constantinople is the endless ocean, and hundreds of nautical miles away is another country-Osgeria with the name of "barren land" ~IndoMTL.com~ But the national strength of the Byzantine empire is not strong yet. People dare to play Constantinople's idea.
The prosperous streets, the rows of buildings at the end of which cannot be seen from the city gate, this is the crossroads of the world, the first city on the mainland, the emperor named after the founding emperor of the Byzantine empire.
Of course, the undercurrent surge here is also unmatched in ordinary areas.
It seems to cover something. Before entering Constantinople, a team of carriages has been waiting outside the city for a long time. Four high-horse horses have made Morpheus break the concept of "carriage". He knows that this is only his real entry into the noble family. Start.
The carriage that took off the purple iris emblem was not as blatant as before. Except for a twelve-man guard, the rest of the soldiers and guards stopped in the city. The old housekeeper put on a black robe and pulled up his hood. Quietly became a driver.
Amazed.
The Morpheus sitting in the carriage slightly turned his head, but did not pull the curtains in the luxury carriage. Through the occasional gaps, he could glimpse the pedestrians on the wide street. The people in the field of vision seemed to be better than him. The number of people I have seen in this life adds up.
There is a comfortable sofa in the carriage, and the pattern on the carpet is painted with the ethnic emblem of the Windsor family, which is simple and solemn. The wooden table exudes a faint fragrance that is unique to the precious wood, and the smooth driving carriage has no bumps. Several bottles of bright red wine are placed on the wine rack within easy reach. The gently shaking wine is clear and mellow, marked with The name of the famous wine estate in the empire, every bottle is precious and unusual.
There is no one to accompany him, the Morpheus sits alone in the carriage alone. The rarity of the prosperous world does not make him have too much interest-for Morpheus, he is just from a jungle to another In the jungle only, adapting to the rules is the only tone of his next life. Instead of looking up and looking around, it is better to bow down and take every step.