Black Scepter Chapter 17: Magician, born to seek truth

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Of course, there are some things in Tarens School that do not make him feel the need to waste time studying.

"Can this kill the enemy?"

In the basic swordsmanship class in the morning, Morpheus looked at the instructor who had just demonstrated a set of basic movements for a group of students and asked his own questions.

One said, although he learned the noble etiquette, Gris has not learned to take care of the face of some people. This is something he needs to learn gradually.

Instructor, this word has been deeply rooted in Morpheus's mind. In his view, the person in front of him is far from the word "teacher".

The conditions of Tarens School are not comparable to most colleges, but the only one and the most critical point is the main reason why it has become a second-rate college-some teachers are not strong enough.

Different from other subject teachers, the teachers responsible for the basics of swordsmanship are old guys who have served in the military. The tempers and loud voices are common. After hearing the sarcasm questioning of Morpheus, this face is terrifying The scarred guy pointed at the thin, unremarkable thin boy standing in the line without hesitation, shouting: "Don’t think that your few flowers can be useful on the battlefield! I know you nobles like it After learning a few hand-painted swords, I despised this basic sword technique, you! Come out!"

The team is silent, the new students are basically calmed down.

Morpheus blinked, not caring about the ridiculous gaze and whispers around, and walked out of the line a few steps, standing under the eyes.

"If you think your swordsmanship is useful, then try it!"

Veterans naturally need to know how to get off the horse. It is a necessary process for recruits to be beaten and beaten by veterans. Establishing obedience is often brutal and rude, but it is also the most effective. So he faced the Morpheus who dare to stand up, and directly made the starting style, the meaning is self-evident.

The Morpheus looked at the person in front of him, and felt a little incomprehensible. Then he slowly drew out the dagger, and without any pause, rushed forward, raised the sword, and hacked.

One second before the attack, he seemed to be an ordinary guy who would never use a sword at all, but the long sword lifted to the moment of falling, and the burst of power made the swordsmanship tutor stand upright!

"Heng!"

One sword, one victory.

Morpheus's long sword collapsed the opponent's block, and immediately stayed in front of the opponent's neck. The cold blade was steady like Taishan, without a trace of shaking, and his expression was cold and unemotional, just like staring at a dead object.

"Your sword skills can't kill people."

Long sword back to the sheath, turn around and leave-the time for learning is always not enough for those who pursue power, so some things should be given up.

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Maverick style soon let freshmen of the same grade know that there is a weird guy beside them, he walks alone, always doing his own things, and no one has ever seen him and his teacher. I have spoken, a dark and simple gray robe, restrained and mysterious, a black hair and sea blue eyes, a short sword in the waist, and nothing else.

In short, no one is willing to talk to this desolate nobleman-at least Morpheus is definitely not a big nobleman in their eyes, and the more important reason is... a guy who was familiar with him before and wanted to greet him by the shoulder. Without seeing what's going on, he was turned to the side by Morpheus and placed the dagger across his neck, cold and cold.

This guy is a monster, perverted, alert and sensitive with nervousness.

This is the consensus among freshmen.

When Kiel Egman, the senior boss who was stunned by Morpheus on the first day of school, was injured and returned to school, he also came with his father, Viscount, who Naturally, we must discuss with the college.

However, the scene of the principal’s office and the vice-principal with the gate closed came out of the round field, which made the caretaker Egman’s heart cold, and then threw two bags of gold coins to explore the tone. Dare not breathe.

Kilba, who wanted to insist on an argument, was frustrated by his father’s two slapped fans, but he also knew that he should use his aristocratic identity as the object of honor and abbreviation.

The identity of Morpheus seems to be in danger of leaking at the first moment of school-this usually means that the danger he is about to face is far more than the little things that the school warns about.

Morpheus, who was unaware at the moment, is sitting in the last row of the magic class classroom, staring at the "Elementary Theory Basics" in his hand.

This guy who is free from ordinary students seems to have encountered something that makes him very headache for the first time. For a person who has never been exposed to the word "magic", the woman who is teaching in front of the podium has no It's different from talking about heaven.

A woman in a black robe looks old-fashioned and unreasonable. Her eyes are cold and arrogant. She has only one attitude towards the students in the classroom-ignoring them.

She talks about her, and the students below like to listen.

Morpheus reached out and scratched his head. This action meant that he had some irritability-it was shameful to waste time, so he made his own decision.

"For the state of free elements in the air, we are collectively called the "free state", the state where the energy level is in the lower state-what do you have, Morpheus?"

It seems that it was just a roll call. The teacher remembered the names of all the people. Her face was not surprised. She gently raised her cheek and looked at Morpheus.

The sleepy afternoon always carried a lazy breath, and the abrupt lecture stopped many sleepy students. Morpheus raised his arms and closed the thick books in front of him, stood up and said : "I have a question."

"Say."

"What is magic used for?"

The question of Morpheus seems simple and naive, but it makes some people who have been watching him unsightly for four weeks collectively have a little silence-after learning a few lessons, what is the real role of magic? No one can give an answer that can convince oneself.

This question made the teacher who looked at Gu Jingwubo seem to be stunned for a few seconds, and then she unexpectedly walked down the podium, wearing a black robe without wind, gently floating-this is the first time for Morpheus Seeing magic that was counterintuitive, he was a little stunned, his hands clenched the hilt involuntarily.

This is an instinctive response to unknown things. Maybe some people are worshipers, some people are fears, and Morpheus is resistance.

"Everyone who takes part in the war has the desire to fight for peace, even those who are warlike by nature-those who are happy with their wisdom and warfare~IndoMTL.com~ This indifferent woman looks Seemingly not answering questions, he still said slowly: "Magic, in a general sense, is a weapon of war, but the significance of magic is more than that. "

Morpheus is a little fascinated, but the words that the old guy said were flashed in his mind-"All peace, there is order and stability", the magician in front of him does not seem to have the war in her mouth. The meaning of "weapon" is clear and simple.

"Turn on the title page of your textbook, you will understand the lifelong pursuit of a magician, magic is only a means, Morpheus, your problem is that for the first time since my teaching, some people put forward in person, too many people are in Anxious to learn the so-called powerful magic and go astray, but did not pay attention to the proverb when stepping into this door."

Morpheus lowered his head, reached out and reopened the "Elementary Theoretical Foundation", there was a faint handwriting on the title page, saying "Magician, born to seek truth."

Looking up, the woman in front of her has turned back and walked back to the podium. Rarely clapping hands. Although it was the warm weather in September, white snowflakes suddenly flew in the classroom.

This is a silent deterrent, which made the students who were previously skeptical about this course suddenly tense up their nerves.

"I came here today, my homework is to memorize all the concepts in the first chapter about ‘element basic energy and state’, and I am at your own risk if you fail the assessment.”

Turn away and leave, but no one left the seat, looking at the snow falling from the top of the head, Morpheus felt for the first time that the woman in front of him could afford the title of "mentor".

However, the next lesson will start soon. Morpheus looks at the back of the classroom and expressionlessly walks to the outside of the classroom. Snow falls on him and melts immediately. The silent back is left unfamiliar in the classroom. Of the classmates, but no one laughed out loud.

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