Black Scepter Chapter 16: If you are really strong, who will you show weakness to?


Let the collection continue to fly, and thank you if there are red tickets.

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"Keep off!"

The driver who walked next to Morpheus was rudely pushed away. This unscrupulous guy stumbled and almost fell, but he was still protected by Morpheus and turned his head. Morpheus saw four people wearing private clothes A family guarded by guys in Bing costumes, a red-faced father, a mother in white powder, a son with shiny golden hair, and a typical noble.

"Marco, don't mix up with some people in school casually, lowly people will not bring you noble."

The voice is not small, obviously to let people around him hear, this fat man with a family crest on his chest squinted to the surroundings, staying on the Morpheus standing next to him for a moment, obviously saw his saber , A little convergence, "Even the nobles, look for those who deserve your identity."

"I understand, father."

A young boy of the same age as Morpheus looked frivolous and swaggered to the front under the protection of the bodyguard.

Is this a nobleman?

Morpheus watched this team walking arrogantly, and occasionally heard rich people who did not have a noble knighthood with sour comments.

A group of students basically came to the college under the leadership of their parents. Tarens School has seven grades, but most people can get a graduation certificate in five years, and those who are purely relying on mixed life may be in I have stayed here for seven years. Of course, there are also occasionally a few flash-type characters. Within three years, they were poached by other well-known colleges because of their talents.

Looking at the entire team, only Morpheus appears lonely and abnormal.

"Master, I can only stop here."

The driver stopped, and the students adopted closed management. Except students, outsiders are prohibited from entering the home - no matter nobles or ordinary people, they have to rely on themselves here.

"En."

Morpheus responded without looking back. Like all other students, he walked into the campus alone. Behind them were the parents who saw off, or the rich or the noble, but their children But they all walked into the same school. As for the achievements after a few years, these guys could only pray to the Lord silently.

Morpheus is too old as a first-year student, but soon he realized that it is not old stool that can take advantage in the college.

"Boo!"

The fist hits the muffled sound of the flesh.

After turning a corner, the parents in the back cannot see the dead corners. Several tall children are being beaten by a child who looks only eleven or twelve years old. Be merciful.

The beaten guy was thin and weak, and could not stand up at all, but his arms were protecting his head, and his back was arched to withstand a beating. This posture is human instinct. Morpheus used the same posture. After resisting a violent attack by a tiger with a tail and tail, although his arm was almost disabled afterwards, he saved his life anyway.

The senior students who walked around seemed to be familiar with this. After seeing the scene, they turned around and walked away as if they hadn’t seen anything. The students in the lower grades wanted to stay, but they finally didn’t want to make trouble, and ran away.

Only Morpheus stopped, looking at the figure curled up and beaten, slightly fascinated.

Is this the corner of human society? It doesn't seem to be much different from the forest. They all respect the weak and the strong.

Morpheus thinks so, it seems that his movements are out of step with the personality around him, and one of the guys who beat the thin child turned back. Although he was not young, his breath was violent and domineering, and his upright hair was even more It made people understand that he was hot-tempered and turned his head. He raised his hand and pointed to the Morpheus that first walked into the campus in the distance. The guy with the pectoralis major muscles supporting the clothes broke and said: "What do you want to see? Straightforward!"

It’s not that I did not see the short sword worn by Morpheus, but as the son of Viscount, this guy naturally has the proud and self-esteem and arrogant capital of Tarens School, which may be used to it. A few words of threat have become commonplace. What's more, in places like trainees, the old generation always bullies the new generation, much like the military.

Students around quickly rushed to open a large area, but there were few stopovers-although this is not a first-class college, there are obviously no brainless people.

There are conflicts in places where there are people, and conflicts will follow. Morpheus is not afraid of provocation, nor will it consider what the other party’s family background is-in the forest encountering a powerful Warcraft, there are just a few options: Kill, or run away and completely get rid of the other party's entanglement.

So the provocative Morpheus didn’t say anything. He went straight forward. When several other people were hesitant to continue to kick the kid on the ground, he already rushed out without warning. An incredible boxing hit the belly of the guy who was more than him!

"Boom!"

If these guys who are unscrupulous in the college are street-rugged gangsters, then they will always be a child in front of an experienced hunter-because the former's attack is fierce and manic, the latter is often a blow fatal.

There are more opportunities for rogues to fight, and fewer opportunities for hunters to survive.

The seemingly ordinary punch directly caused the opponent to twitch and fall to the ground while covering his stomach. The tall body had not yet touched the ground, and Morpheus's knees were impartial and firmly and abnormally hit the opponent's face.

"Click!"

The sound of broken nasal bones is unusually crisp.

Stupid.

Not only the few senior students next to me who didn’t know what to do were stupid, but even the students next to them who had hurriedly walked by did not want to cause trouble.

Morpheus gently took out the handkerchief that the nobles would use, wiped his hands symbolically, and then threw it on the guy who had fainted, turned around, and looked at the one on the ground who had not been heard The thin guy said: "If you are really strong~IndoMTL.com~Who to show cowardice?"

Turn around and leave without ever looking back.

The child who has been passively beaten on the ground froze for a moment, then jumped up like a beast, madly kicking on the crotch of two dazed nobles, panting and looking at the person who had just bullied himself Falling down, he suddenly turned his head, but he could no longer find the back in the vast crowd.

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In two days, Tarens School let Morpheus realize what is the epitome of human society.

As one of the most expensive colleges, Tarrens naturally has teaching conditions that are unmatched by ordinary people, comfortable single dorms, spacious classrooms, good food and beautiful maids everywhere. One of the reasons why my children came here.

But here, Morpheus is not for enjoyment. The bedroom is cleaned by a maid every day, and even there is a separate hall and fireplace outside the bedroom. However, the young master of the Duke’s Palace rarely appears in people’s vision, only Only in the corners of the classrooms of the University College can he be seen lonely.

The curriculum is very full, and the old housekeeper is also very "intimate" to help Gris enroll in courses that cannot be registered by the average person, including the basics of swordsmanship, basics of riding, combat immediately, knight etiquette rules, general history of magic and element theory Basic, theological basic lectures, etc., so he is running around in the school almost for a moment. As for the guy who beats down on the day of school, or most of the dudes are passionate about games or gambling, he has no interest in ignoring or participating in. .

Life seems fairly peaceful.


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