Black Scepter Chapter 33: Bright, always dazzling

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In addition to the necessary facilities such as churches and libraries, all the colleges in Byzantine have a large-scale canteen that is in common. In the customs of the empire, eating is an important moment of the previous day, except that it needs to be done. Prayer, lunch gathering is a habitual social way, and eating alone is often looked down upon by others, and it is also an impolite behavior.

Of course, the former Morpheus didn’t know this rule, but now he wants to obey it but he also has some hardships-because he usually enjoys the meals delivered by the maid in the dormitory alone, or is simply hungry, even the cafeteria has never been once.

However, after the early morning, hunger strikes and Morpheus, who has not rested for a few days, decides to go to the nearest public canteen. It’s no coincidence. When Creevey raised his head blankly from the sea of ​​books, he saw the same red eyes. Morpheus, the kid froze for a few seconds before reacting, showing his signature smile, and stood up and said: "Go to dinner together?"

"No problem."

Morpheus nodded and took the initiative to catch up with the words for the first time, "What book are you reading?"

"There is a magic defense mechanism, but this library does not seem to have the book you lent me."

Creevey seems to be a sunny smile at any time, but today seems to be a little tired in my heart, with a little lonely in his eyes, "Pansell School of Magic really wants to collect my waste, it is really difficult ."

"Purely by yourself?"

Morpheus understands that although the guy in front of him does not wear a dagger in his waist, by contrast, his status is not as influential as a wealthy businessman. At least this library’s entry qualification is prohibitive for ordinary nobles.

"Can't rely on others, aren't you the same?" The two had their first seemingly normal conversation on the way to the cafeteria. When Creevey turned his head, he slightly looked up at Morpheus, which was higher than him, and said softly : "We are all a class of people, and we can only rely on ourselves."

"Why do you do this for her sentence?"

"Because she is very strong, beyond imagination, although my father let me enter this college and is eligible to take or not take any courses, but I really did not expect this unknown teacher to It’s such a person, so it’s not unexpected that she refused my request, but that sentence is a gift to me.”

"Gift..."

Morpheus is a little fascinating. The Hebrew name of his name is a gift.

"It takes thousands of sentences to cultivate a person, and often only one sentence to destroy a person. Fortunately, your tutor opened a door for me with a sentence that should never be opened to me."

"Pansell School of Magic, the golden oak badge, what does this mean?"

Morpheus wants to hear how high the threshold Della has set for this teenager-so you can also know your approximate goals in the future.

"Students who want to enter Pansell School of Magic must go through a rigorous assessment, which is roughly divided into fifteen steps. Unfortunately, I am not qualified, but there is another way to publish enough for Constantinople The essays valued by the Magic Guild, and passed the review by the Parliament, can be admitted as students and skip the review step."

"Very strict?"

"The admission rate of the former is two hundred to one, which is the result of last year’s review, and the latter method seems to have not appeared for about seven years."

Walking into the cafeteria, Creevey’s words seemed insignificant among the bustling crowd, but these sporadic clues were sufficient to support his general concept of the legendary “Aztec Gold Coin Incinerator” academy. The colleges that only accept nobles have an admission rate of two hundred to one, which means that the students enrolled every year are likely to be less than three digits or even just double digits.

The First School of Magic is well-deserved.

The canteen is large and luxuriously decorated, with a huge fireplace at the end. The oil paintings on the wall are also authentic. The paintings are all famous painters of the empire. Most of them record the stories in the Old Testament, and occasionally there are some Landscape painting. The top of the tall canteen is full of murals. The dome is covered with sunlight, which brightens the interior. The suppressed atmosphere brought by the dark-tone brick walls is completely dispelled, making people feel warm.

"The golden oak badge is a sign that reaches the Archmage level and is recognized by the tutor and the upper class of the entire college within ten years of enrollment. The magician wearing the golden oak badge means that he has the core to enter the Constantinople-the palace and is free from facing the sage. Eligibility to salute."

For these, Creevey, who grew up in Constantinople since childhood, is naturally clear. The palace of Constantinople is naturally the highest glory of the empire. The image of the sage is the two rows of statues of successive monarchs standing in front of the palace. The people in the palace have to pay their respects here.

"It doesn't sound so difficult."

Morpheus looked around. There was a more calm smile on the corner of his mouth-this is a noble disguise. In order to practice this smile, he stayed in the mirror for at least a hundred hours until the old butler felt satisfied In order to move the stiff face.

Trying to integrate into the group of “nobles”, which is like a disguise in the jungle, is a required course, but until now he has been actively learning to adapt.

Because the tuition is expensive, the food here is also superior. Students only need to sit down, and there will be a servant with a variety of food to serve. If you need it, take it yourself.

The two found a corner and sat down. The wall next to the side had huge windows. Outside the window was a green lawn. The scenery was good. On the opposite wall, there was a faded but unfailing word: "Life And carrying faith, such as trees carrying fruits."

This is the trace of Tarens School as the predecessor of theological seminary. The early universities of Byzantine were privately donated to build theological seminaries, but today it has evolved into a variety of complex systems.

In front of the comfortable armchair, Morpheus folded the napkins in accordance with the orthodox noble etiquette, and the knife and fork were skillfully used-of course, the big reason is the seriousness from the anatomy class. The Creevey next to it is also not frightened, and it also confirmed Morpheus his noble Identity.

"Life always needs a goal that is out of reach. If everything is within reach because of the glory of the father, it is truly boring."

Creevey cuts bacon, this kind of meat is rarely supplied in ordinary civilian colleges, because high-quality food is mainly given priority to nobles, and civilians are generally only suitable for eating coarse grains and low-quality food.

"But your goal seems to be high."

"It is not a dream of nothingness, since someone can achieve it, why don’t I try it?"

"I hope to see the day you put the golden oak badge."

Morpheus raises a glass. Although the wine poured by the servant is not an expensive wine, it is sweet and delicious. Creevey stops his hand and solemnly raises the glass to drink.

The two didn't say much, and bored to eat.

The hustle and bustle of the canteen did not bother the two, but many unscrupulous sight scans made Morpheus frown slightly, because he seemed to hear some harsh words in his sharp hearing.

"It is said to be an illegitimate child, his mother is a prostitute?"

"I don't know, just lower your voice, Carlin and Conger seem to bother him because they are annoying."

Silentness is the best response to rumors. Although it is said that, for teenage children, they have not experienced too much of the so-called honor and disgrace in human society. Naturally, they will not calm down as elderly people.

However, a figure walking slowly let Morpheus's brows spread.

Aquinas, the teacher of basic theology-at least in the consciousness of Morpheus, he does not know the real status of the people in front of the Holy See. Except for a few people in the college, most people do not know his name, Morpheus can Knowing this real name is enough to prove his status in the heart of the old man.

"Lambs always eat grass carefree, don't they?"

Rye bread, a glass of water.

Aquinas sat opposite Morpheus. The narrow table in the cafeteria kept Morpheus close to the old man at the moment. His gray hair was neatly managed by the old man today. He wore a gray rag robe and his dry hands tore the bread. Sprinkling a little salt in the dish and eating it in clear water, this old ascetic monk always inadvertently touched Morpheus and caused long-term uneven ripples like stones thrown into the lake.

"If you have time, come to the church to see more. I will not use the word "the Lord's glory to shine on you" to pay for it. When I am hungry, I will take out the remaining pieces of dry bread. "

"No problem, teacher."

Morpheus nodded, and introduced Creevey beside Aquinas.

"The greatest pain in life is to go further and further on the wrong path, but I think you should be a wise man who has stopped and set foot on another path."

Aquinas looked at Creevey's eyes indifferently. After a word, he continued to eat his rye bread, moving slowly, seriously and piously.

Creevey was a little hesitant about his movements, I didn’t know what to say, and finally had to continue to deal with the bacon on the plate, his eyes thoughtful.

The three of them finished their meals almost at the same time, but the old man seemed to have something to say. The polite resignation of Creevey returned to the library~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus accompanied the old man out of the cafeteria with a dagger.

Of course, behind them are still those annoying rumors.

"Qiu Fu always has something in his heart. When we see people who live better than we live, we will always use some shady ways to compensate in our hearts. If we don’t do this, we can’t be called human. "

The old man carried his hand on his back, walked on the sunny road, raised his head to look at the sun above him, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bright, always dazzling."

Morpheus is silent. It is not much to the wise old man beside him. The young and the old are walking towards the church. It is the last sight in the college that has never appeared.

"Are you willing to give everything?"

The Aquinas suddenly said such a sentence, asking a little bit dizzy.

"Strength, the power to keep me alive," Morpheus thought about it and added: "Maybe this is it."

"Sure enough it is a young man, realistic and straightforward." Aquinas does not have a mocking tone, but some is a little sighing and sad. "'Blood is sprinkled for yourself, sprinkled for the enemy'. This seems to be Windsor What a family head of the family once said."

Morpheus did not understand what the old man wanted to express.

"Why not sprinkle blood for your friends? Sprinkle for your comrades?"

Aquinas tried to straighten his waist, and his aged body seemed to be no longer obedient, and he finally gave up. "This is the nobility. They charged and defended their leaders, but they were lonely for life."

The two came to the church, and Morpheus gently opened the door to let the old man enter first.

Oncoming, the sudden words stopped him and the old man at the same time.

"I arrived on time, Morpheus Windsor. The Christoph family sends you final greetings and hopes that your journey to **** will be pleasant and relaxing."