Black Scepter Chapter 20: Entering the magic gate
Start next week with one or two changes every day, at least three thousand words. If the red ticket is on the classified red ticket list, or if there is a tribute or more, it will burst out. I have been busy graduating recently. I have less than 5,000 words per day. I will not write this book for writing, so please understand.
The same sentence, I will not regret every word I wrote.
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Poor people always have hateful things. This sentence is that Tang Jidi De hangs on his mouth when he is fine. The old guy always smokes the old cigarette stick that has not been changed since Morpheus. To educate him.
"Which woman, lady, honor, dignity, it’s all **** shit."
When Tang Jidi de raised his head to say this to Morpheus, he always spit out a big smoke ring, watching it slowly drifting away, a little fascinated and a little thoughtful.
Of course, the next moment will kick Morpheus and let him continue to practice sword outside.
Morpheus doesn’t think that Creevey was beaten and beaten twice by himself, but instead thinks this guy is a kind of person.
Being silent, beating hard, you will resist, and you can help yourself understand some headaches. Morpheus thinks this guy is a model talent.
The course of the academy is still going on. The aristocrat who keeps the dagger at his waist is still like a stranger, but the difference is that he gradually deleted some of the curriculum. In his spare time, he would go to the Astrology Pavilion whenever he was like this, looking for the kid who always seemed to be beaten.
The latter did not run around—in fact, Morpheus found that Creevey would only appear in a few places, either as an astrological pavilion, as a dormitory or a dining hall, or on the way to both.
Does he take classes? Morpheus don't know.
Approaching the Astrology Pavilion, looking around, this is different from the library. The spiral staircase and the exquisite seats that appear on each floor still reveal the luxury and luxury atmosphere. Morpheus is found on the thirteenth floor. The figure of Creevey-only Creevey is on the whole floor, because "Thirteen" is not a lucky number, no one will stay here for a long time.
"I want to understand this."
Morpheus pointed to the "Elementary Theoretical Foundation" in his hand, and Creevey was sitting in front of a huge table at the moment. The books stacked on it nearly buried him. Creevey raised his head with a pair of black frame glasses and reached out. She pushed and turned to take a thin booklet from the stack of materials.
"Look at this first."
He threw it to Morpheus, never looked up again, even without polite words.
Morpheus took a look at it, but said nothing, and found a place to sit down. To be honest, I didn’t expect this young boy to read so many books. Morpheus glanced at the books stacked in front of Creevey, "The Structure of Huffs String Theory", "Research on the State of Limiting Elements", "Higher Order "Magic Loophole Summary" is a mess of mess, but the only thing you can guess is that the guy in front of you is definitely not as simple as a child who is beaten up.
But what does this have to do with yourself?
Morpheus looked down at the book and was not surprised.
A small book is full of dense notes, all of which are the most basic magic theory and introductory knowledge. It is easy to understand, and it is obviously summed up with great effort. If these things are placed in those big magic books It is estimated that it will be tedious and tragic.
That's it, Morpheus gently knocked on the door of the magical world, and never returned.
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The guy who broke half of his teeth with a punch of Morpheus and the fat noble kicked are all Constantinople families, not rushed to school for gilding, so this kind of noble family has a big temper and bullies and dominates the school. In three or four years, it has been stunned by a stunned young man, and he cannot swallow it in one breath.
Unlike the unlucky egg Kiel, who was almost beaten by Morpheus before, senior students are always used to solving problems in their own way.
It’s a cowardly act to move your dad out when you are bullied. Of course, the premise is that you have a way to clean up the bunnies that make you eat. If you can’t, this thing should still be a killer.
The fat man whose three ribs were kicked by Morpheus with his bandage all over his body was called Carlin. A group of dog legs were the only ones who looked forward, naturally because he had an earl father. Although he wasn’t a powerful aristocrat with real power, his ancestor merits His generation is also squandered. If his father dies, Carlin will not be able to inherit his father’s title of Earl, but in the end, there is still a Viscount, at least half of the upper class nobility in Constantinople, as long as it is not the ruthless role of the core circle. Everyone has to sell a face in his father’s words. Naturally, this has contributed to the arrogance of Carlin. I didn’t learn anything else in Tarens School. It’s purely anomalous to play with the method of hooking the woman’s empty gloves and white wolves. The dog-legs took the rich girl to find a place where he had no problem.
As for why I was beating Creevey last time-it was entirely because the pale little bunny sarcastically ridiculed himself when he was walking down the astrological pavilion while pulling the freshly passionate girl!
In the final analysis, Creevey has a strange temper, because everyone in Carlin disturbs him to read books, so naturally there is no good talk.
No one knows what Creevey thinks. When Carlin was about to go to the enclosure, he jumped down the stairs of the Astrology Pavilion and ran away.
Followed by the painful experience of the pig and dog beaten by the stunned young boy.
"His..."
When I thought about my experience of being humiliated by the public, the Carlin with a fleshy face clenched his fists tightly, but the muscles involved in the pain caused him to take a breath, and the next one was also bad-looking. The boy named Conger was angry, but speechless—because an incomplete tooth in his mouth promised to make the passing students laugh.
This shame is really not a pleasant taste, it is estimated that it will accompany him throughout his adolescence.
"Are you sure?"
"I dare not use the strength of my family, I just let a few trustworthy people go to the school archives to check. The one named Creevey is an orphan. There are so many nonsense on the file. It was still a special enrollment. It was only three years ago. Coming to this school, the file called Morpheus said that he came from a noble family and was a good stubble."
The guy who talked to Congle spoke out what he knew intermittently, with a look of frustration because he said too much cheeks and it hurt badly.
"What about him~IndoMTL.com~ Did you find out whereabouts?"
"The curriculum is there, but someone needs to be confirmed. I have to show this bad breath, shit!"
Congle spit, and his face twitched in pain.
Carlin waved his hand, and several guys who usually huddled together hurried over, flattering and flattering.
"Hold it, how much can you call it, the good brainless guys who play swords are all brought over to me, hacked and counted as mine," throwing a bag of Aztec coins, fat face It's all sullen, "It's a big deal to ask my dad to put things down, this breath can't be out!"
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It is normal for a noble to wear a fake mask to talk to people with inconspicuous scenes all day long. Even before he was a young adult, these noble children had already tainted the tricks of hiding swords in the dark and laughing. .
Of course, skill is generally lacking.
The 15-year-old aristocrat is generally better than a civilian for keeping Qi and Kung Fu, but Morpheus is the exception. The guy never understood what is forbearance. If he has hatred, he will report it on the spot, or It is really in my heart waiting for a fatal blow at any time.
This is a habit formed in the jungle. You will never have to endure provocations against others, unless the other party is strong enough to retreat yourself-but in Tarens School there is no mixed blood dragon, you should beat it ,unambiguous.
Just as someone sneakingly followed Morpheus outside the classroom of the basic theory of magic theory, he shot it unkindly.