Black Scepter Chapter 27: Aquinas, the ignorant shepherd
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Thousands of thoughts, when Morpheus recovered, the little nun beside him still didn't have any extra movements, but just looked at him and smiled with the corner of his mouth-as if he saw something strange.
"In order to memorize a book these days, I forgot to take a shower..." Some shy smiles, Morpheus rubbed his hair like a henhouse, dandruff whistling, let him Embarrassed and quickly stopped.
"Cough cough, you see, Talence seems to have enough sun today..."
Morpheus is a little embarrassed and looks away from the window.
"Did you know? The "Elementary Theory Basics" is getting more and more interesting. I admire this person Merlin, although I don't know if he is a man or a woman..."
"Recently they look strange to me..."
Morpheus wanted to say a few words to change the subject, but he was really a bit confused in his mind, but he turned into a confidant. This guy didn’t look at the little nun, just nagging about the messy things. , And this little nun listened seriously, and nodded, with a concentrated look, and no trace of impatience.
"Some miss Corinth Falls."
Turning his head, Morpheus is a little bit awkward, and it seems that because he has said a lot of things in his heart, he feels a lot happier. He took a deep breath, but found that the little nun next to him was already sitting in the seat next to him, holding one hand on his cheek, still looking at himself so much.
"Sounds stupid, right? It's a mess, but I haven't said that in a long time."
The nun seemed to have no doubt about what he said, and pouted slightly, as if following Morpheus and lamenting.
"It's class time."
Morpheus turned around, the students at the door were approaching the gate, and their eyes turned back. The little nun had stood up and was ready to leave.
It was still a silent trot, the black nun robe fluttered slightly, and disappeared into the distance under the gaze of Morpheus.
Some jumped, some lonely.
The old man who didn’t know his name still slowly appeared on the podium on time. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Morpheus always felt that the other party looked at himself, very concealed, but it was also easy to detect. The eyes included saying no Clear the unknown things.
It’s still the story of the Old Testament. This old man has never picked up the classics he has always held. All the stories are hand-to-hand tells. He is skilled and meaningful, but there are more. A kind of ideological education-there are no rules of discipline. The old man only uses stories to let the students judge for themselves, so they won't say more.
There is no such thing as homework, just asking everyone to have time to go through the Old Testament. If there is a problem, find him.
Morpheus didn’t stand up immediately when the bell rang, but waited for the students around to walk to the front desk. The old man stood next to the podium, still sloppy, bowing his back, the sun shines through The Byzantine-specific stained glass on the side of the church was cast on the ground, and the reflected light illuminated the young and old by the podium.
"Teacher."
"I'm just an old man and can't be a teacher."
The smiling old man with his hands behind his back, looked at Morpheus sympathetically. The image of the latter is somewhat similar to him, with shaggy hair and no frills.
I don’t know how to call this old man, so Morpheus who has learned the noble etiquette is a little embarrassed. In fact, he doesn’t know why he would send a ghost to the old man—in fact, this is an instinctive behavior. Staying in the forest for a long time, his desire for power makes him instinctively aware of creatures stronger than himself. Even though the old man has never revealed any supernatural skills, Morpheus has subconsciously put this seemingly old man As a way to gain strength.
This is one of the benefits of the nobility—before each showdown, you can smile or tentatively explore or discuss, without worrying about being as attacked or compromised as confrontation in the forest.
"Let me see, a guy who can be valued by Dean Tarens School, except for the magician, and only you, Auschwitz? Not quite like the child of the freak Earl, maybe Is it the last heir of the Windsor family?"
The old man named the identity of Morpheus in a few words. He didn’t shy away from it, and his smile didn’t change.
Morpheus smiled helplessly, Tang Jidi once said: For the seventy or eighty years old people, the only thing to do is to act honestly in front of them, any extra cover-up or mask will always become The other party laughed inwardly, and sadly, there are always a lot of people who believe that the water is not leaking, and eventually the brain is smeared.
"My name is Morpheus, Morpheus Windsor."
"Okay, it's quite honest. Have time to take your class. Don't forget to take my class."
Morpheus looked at the old man in a daze and turned away, as if not interested in him, but after the old man took the old "Old Testament" out of seven steps, the sentence was forever Echoed in the memory of Morpheus.
"I am Aquinas, an ignorant shepherd."
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The life of Morpheus is always goal-oriented, efficient and almost free of wasted time. There are a total of 1,427 steps from the door of the church to your dormitory, passing the racecourse and the comprehensive college on the basic course. , Every step is accurate to the same distance, this kind of obsessive-compulsive behavior is somewhat like a number game, but it is a way of being vigilant and maintaining energy. No one will understand the almost morbidity caused by the lack of security. This vigilance cannot be cultivated within a few days, nor can it be put down overnight.
The playful sound on the racecourse is a bit exaggerated, but it does not make Morpheus turn his head to look curiously. But by the 478th step, Morpheus, who was on the edge of the racecourse, suddenly stopped and turned to look inside.
In the distance, the fat aristocrat Carlin narrowed his eyes and stared at Morpheus, smiling at the corner of his mouth but not concealing that hatred, and at the moment Carlin was riding a warm-blooded horse that looked good, although he was fat The stability of sitting right away is a lot higher than that of the wealthy businessmen and children who are not stable on horseback.
The area of the horse farm is not small, but there is no fence on the side facing Morpheus-this is also one of the traditions of Tarens School. It will not give students excessive protection. There will be the best accommodation and accommodation here, but it is not Delegates can spend all day.
Manipulation of horses is a delicate task. Slow pacing may not be difficult, but if you want to make the mount beneath your arms, you must take a long time of tacit training. Suddenly frightened horses are easy to lose control and there are many on the battlefield. A knight who died alive by his own mount, while in Tarrens, the annual casualty rate of falling horses is not low.
Part of the problem is cavalry riding, and very few... like the next scene.
There are several inseparable guys beside the Carlin riding a horse. Obviously, equestrian is acceptable, but one of them was kicked on the horse's buttocks by the noble master when he passed the Carlin!
His riding boots with tiny fine thorns, punctured the skin of the tall, pure-blooded horse with just one click-this horse is not as easy to handle as the warm-blooded horse under the crotch of Carlin. Among the types of sprints, the record of a thousand yards is always maintained by a pure-blooded horse. The degree of irritability is proportional to its explosive power. The average knight is difficult to control...In fact, all the knights on the entire empire and even the mainland map, the crotch horses are basically Warm-blooded horse.
This pure-blooded horse, who didn’t know where it was from, apparently appeared on the horse farm. After receiving a cold foot from Carlin, the pampered Marco pure-blooded horse suddenly screamed, and then don’t want to. Life rushed forward!
The rider on horseback looks panic, but he deliberately adjusts the direction. Needless to say, it is straight towards Morpheus.
The Morpheus standing on the spot immediately became the object of attention for those students and teachers on the horse farm~IndoMTL.com~ The riding teacher shouted out to let Morpheus out, and at the same time mixed with the girls in the field to inhale nervously sound.
The height of a pure-blood horse is more than 20 centimeters higher than the average horse, and the height of the horse’s head exceeds Morpheus. After only five steps, the pure-blood horse’s impulse is enough to hold the armor without armor. An ordinary person crashed into a patty!
In seven seconds, a distance of nearly 100 meters passed by, and Morpheus was about to be knocked off--and until then, the noble young master who didn’t seem to lift his eyelids was moving away. After making a gesture, he slowly took a step to the side.
In the next moment, the pure-blooded horse seemed to pass by Morpheus, and the roaring momentum came, but at this moment Morpheus even reached out and grabbed the saddle, and the body suddenly jumped in the direction of the horse’s progress, and the huge force involved With his body leaping up suddenly, Morpheus turned over and jumped into the horse almost in the blink of an eye. What was even more horrifying was that the knight had already flew laterally with his kick and fell directly to the ground!
The weight of this foot is not light. The guy who originally wanted to hit the Morpheus appeared to have broken his neck directly when he landed. The life and death are unknown, but the twisted body has made the girls not far away pale. Even the teachers on the racecourse don't know what to say.
The movement of Morpheus is flowing, and the dangerous situation is instantly reversed when everyone does not respond. After taking the knight’s position, he pulls the reins without hesitation. The **** blood horse is unimaginable by him. The amount of violent violence is directly subdued and stays in place!
Come over and dismount, Morpheus patted this seemingly beast, but the latter didn't attack him as wildly as expected, but hit a few sniffs and turned to walk.
Not far away, the boy who had fallen to the ground was dying.