Black Scepter Chapter 24: The running dogs of the old **** stick

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All conspiracies are finally exposed, Morpheus never thinks that his planning ability is stronger than those politicians who make a living every day, so from the beginning he was prepared for how things ended.

It's just that everything seems to be going well so far.

The next day, Morpheus limped and brought the wound and mission report deliberately made by Sphinx to the heresy tribunal. This report not only explained the fact that all his companions were killed, but also More details about the specific situation of the voodoo sect, including the evaluation of the strength of high-end combat members, etc., which can be described as genuine value information, and then, Morpheus received a mission reward and "waiting for instructions" notice .

Notice means that Morpheus can temporarily take vacations or take other tasks, and the rewards given by the heretical ruling are not unexpectedly the few books that were most easily reached on the previous wish list, including "The History of the Grand Duchess", "Milan Amnesty" "Lings and their historical significance", "Tuscany's Covenant" and several other books that introduce the history of the Vatican, except for the "Decred Collection" that requires higher authority and the "Pseudo-Isidore Collection" "I didn't get it.

The Morpheus is glad to accept it. After all, I didn’t really intend to stay in the ruling place. This time, the task was already a major loss within the ruling place this year, because it is not easy to train a few members above the V level. Things, but these things Morpheus do not have to worry, just returned to the mansion now he is facing yet another invitation by Adeline.

Playing against Maso cards?

It is estimated that Adeline will not know that the powerful elders and guards of the voodoo sect and the members killed in the heretical ruling have been independently produced by Morpheus for reference. Connor and CommScope Dun didn't take action in the battle, in order to record these data and present them in front of Morpheus with real data-not only for the game, but also let Morpheus see its own shortcomings and the direction of efforts.

For example, the Mussad, who can be transformed into a giant bear, may only be at level V or less in overall strength, but his strength has passed the threshold of level III, and the dark-skinned dragon is also recorded by Morpheus All data of this kind of creature with little hope of becoming a dragon-like powerful creature is extremely important reference for future battles.

Applying these things skillfully has made his understanding of Masoka cards gradually deeper, and this guy who is not slow in his mind has gradually reminisced-Adeline as an Empire Masoka card player Of the top-rated players, and they still use homemade cards that they are familiar with, would they simply tie themselves?

He gradually sniffed out a little taste, but he still couldn’t think more about his experience.

"Dear Miss Adeline, do you need to play a game of Masoka?"

When I came to Earl’s Court, Morpheus made a joking request, and Adeline responded with a smile: "I originally wanted to invite you to play with a basic card, but I heard that you experienced a thrilling experience Fighting, and I happen to like to listen to stories-so..."

"So I can enjoy a dinner at the Lord's Mansion for free?"

Morpheus responded to Adeline, but she was a little wary in her heart-the news of the heresy was revealed so quickly?

Adeline nodded in affirmation, eye movements, if it is an ordinary aristocrat, he will surely feel that this noble lady is a good lover who can be developed at any time, but Morpheus does not think so. —When sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace, he asked quietly: "Where did Miss Adeline hear the battle I experienced? I think a lowest-level'supervisor' will have nothing but the hard work of running errands What thrilling content can tell."

"Don’t forget that you are here in the Mediterraneo," Adeline smiled, "The strategist should consider all the details, right?"

"I missed it. Speaking of it, the lord of the sacred Gabriel empire has more control over the territory than Verdine."

Morpheus secretly wiped the cold sweat-he thought that the heresy and the lord should belong to the two lines to draw the line. At this time, he realized that the so-called dark chess and intelligence are really easy for the lord.

So in the next few hours, in addition to telling Adeline the "encounter experience" that she had prepared in advance, Morpheus also discussed with the lord Bolton during the dinner with many heretics judges. "Fun", everything is in harmony until Morpheus leaves in a carriage.

"How crazy does a person need to be as a springboard for the heresy ruling?"

Count Bolton doesn’t seem to be dissatisfied with Morpheus’s identity. Instead, he smiles and asks his daughter—the latter has a smart and intelligent heart under his clever appearance.

"The springboard is not necessarily a springboard. If you don't jump well, you will fall into the abyss. If you can do this, you can only say that he has no escape route, right?"

"So that's why I value him. In the face of the ruling, I can still talk and laugh, not to mention Medici. How many peers can the entire empire achieve?"

Count Bolton reached out and touched the beard of his chin, his smile somewhat unspeakable.

Morpheus at the moment is just a small character struggling in the eyes of countless bystanders, striving hard for everything that seems impossible, living in a foreign country and relying solely on itself, the only result of failure is No bones exist, and his destiny... like countless insignificant dust, may be lost in the vast world at any time.

How long can Ashcandi last?

The Morpheus sitting in the carriage holding the scepter slightly closed his eyes and made a new decision when he opened his eyes again.

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The Vatican Heretics Tribunal has never noticed that someone in the "hell" deep underground has intruded privately. The terrorist who was imprisoned still seems to be hard-mouthed, and today, in the Vatican St. Peter’s When the church heard that the pope was bedridden because of illness, the internal shock of the ruling was a surging undercurrent.

The three giants who obeyed the orders of His Majesty the Pope were not as obedient as stooges, and their power was not inferior to Cardinal, which governs the faith of the diocese. On the day the news of the Pope’s illness was confirmed, since Ashkan After being detained in his cell, Dee finally had the first batch of formal visitors in the "hell"-speaking, the so-called visits are better to be considered, because the three people who entered the **** are the three giants of the heretical ruling. .

Maxim, known as the "Golden Retriever", "Medusa" Mrs. Prague, and "Pounding Hammer" Pening, the three of them walked down the stairs and stood in front of Ashcandy with different expressions.

Maxim is a bald head, and even his eyebrows are shaved. If he ignores the facial features, his face can definitely be said to be a duck egg. What’s more weird is that his expression is always the same as an oil painting, and his smile is more scary than the grimace.

"What a beautiful beauty, if I come over earlier, it is estimated that it is not your turn to clean up her."

The voice is soft, but it makes people shudder.

"Stay away from me."

Mrs. Prague has bright ocean-like eyes, elegant chestnut long hair, and a elegant and perfectly matched robe with golden stripes, but her eyes seem to be unwilling to glance below the horizon~IndoMTL. com~ The figure is not plump, but with a mixture of green and mature charm, but I have not heard of anyone who can climb the bed of this woman with a terrifying temper and a more terrifying temper. The title of "Medusa" is not The reputation, at least those who opposed her, could not find a place to bury.

Beside the two, the dwarf men who only reached the waist of Mrs. Prague sat sleepy on a hammer about the size of his body, as if coming to this highest-ranking prison cell here. Just get together.

"The new favorite of heresy?"

It was Ashcandy who was imprisoned in the magic circle, with black eyes and a smile, still the aristocratic style of Fording, but the tattered clothes and the heavy black shackles made the atmosphere very depressed.

None of the three people opposite her responded. Penning, the dwarf sitting on the hammer, looked up. At this angle, he could see Ashcandi’s deep cleavage, but he didn’t seem to have any extra interest. Something murky, popped into the magic circle, and then continued to buckle intently.

"The woman who disrupted the underground order more than three hundred years ago is many years older than my grandmother. I really don’t know how an old woman survived today."

Mrs. Prague’s face is definitely a noble killer, and she is a "pass kill" level for men. When she comes up, she satirizes Ashcandy in age. For women, this is definitely a negligible and extremely sensitive. Question

"Why, jealous that I look prettier than you?"

Ashkandi’s answer did not show any slight waves, "Several of you, speaking of Gabriel is also a good deal, why can’t you think of the Vatican’s old **** stick as a running dog?"

Ashkandi will never say this in a domineering way.