Black Scepter Chapter 38: My name is Jeanne

For a collection, thank you friends, the second one is today, two less than seven thousand words, go out tomorrow, even less.

The No. 7 innocent giant opened a new book. Try it out next Monday. Please give us your help.

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The morning sun shines through the simple window into this simple stone house at the back of the church.

The window of the room is located to the southeast. When the morning sunlight was lazily spilled into the room, the old man Aquinas pushed the wooden door open with his back arched, but in his hand was a bucket of well water.

Some old wooden barrels were steadily carried by the old man in his hands, picked up and poured into the tub. He dipped in a towel, walked to the bed, and gently wiped the nun’s cheek and forehead .

It seems that the little girl opened her eyes slightly because of the coolness of the spring water.

The sunlight shining into the window is dazzling.

She closed her eyes slightly, slowly, and opened them again, her eyes still as clear as before. The old man gently took her slightly palm and whispered: "It's alright."

The girl blinked, and her countless complex emotions were suppressed by her. In the end, she shed two lines of tears silently, bit her lips gently, and said nothing.

"He is still him, you are still you, and will not change because of anything," the old man gently wiped the girl’s tears, "but now, are you willing to listen to my old man?"

The girl clenched her fingers slightly, closed her eyes, and let the tears drip down and nodded gently.

"He will leave here too."

The old man's words made the girl suddenly open her slightly red eyes, her lips pursed, but she still didn't speak.

The wooden door that was not closed was knocked gently.

Aquinas smiled and turned around: "Come in."

The figure of Morpheus stepped into the house gently, and the dazzling golden sunlight projected on his back from top to bottom, he could not clearly see his facial features. I can only see the silhouette bathed in the light, although it is not tall, but it has no reason to remind her of the words in the Old Testament that the old man often holds.

"He stood alone under the Holy Light, pitying mortals, and walking towards immortality."

Morpheus's image today may be the most neatly dressed after coming to Tarens School, but it is also the most plainly dressed.

Without luxurious silk robes, dark common cloth and short swords around his waist, he looked more like an ordinary swordsman class student. The bandages on his arms were changed a few times and no longer oozed blood. Morpheus, who approached the house, did not move forward too much, keeping a suitable distance.

"Teacher."

Looking at the Morpheus standard aristocratic ceremony, Aquinas nodded, "In a dirty world, you must learn these things. If you are clean, then someone will always wipe you, so we only need to let a clean heart You can hide it under the same surface as these people."

Morpheus straightened his waist, said nothing, and turned to the little nun who was still lying on the bed.

Teardrops hung in the corners of the latter's eyes. For a long time, he smiled lightly at Morpheus.

Speechless, but it has reached ten thousand words.

Morpheus pursed his lips, and finally did not say anything, but the old man was rummaging on the table flooded with books with his back to Morpheus. Only the sound of parchment could be heard in the stone house. The atmosphere was silent.

Finally, the old man sorted out a neat stack of parchment paper, turned around and handed it to Morpheus: "I always say I am an ignorant shepherd, because the more knowledge I touch, the more I feel my shallowness , So I stopped writing this book."

A thick stack, not a draft, but an extremely clean and concise finished copy, almost a thousand pages.

"When you feel that the road in front of you is confused, you may be able to find the answer from here."

The old man gently hammered his waist, and his fingers gently crossed the heavy book on the table beside him.

"If you don’t understand, you can come to me, but I don’t seem to be able to wait for the day this book is completed."

Aquinas’s sigh with some unspeakable desolation, slightly closed his eyes, the old man walked out of the house step by step, Morpheus watched him walk out of the door, the old man left one in the golden sunlight The blurred silhouette of the back seems to blend into the Holy Light.

At this moment, Morpheus suddenly felt that the manuscript in his hand was heavy.

Turning her head, some dazed girls on the wooden bed quickly reached out and wiped the corners of their eyes. The two looked at each other silently for a while, and finally Morpheus said softly: "I'm leaving."

She nodded, her movements gentle and reluctant.

The Morpheus, who is not good at talking, still wants to say something, but feels that his throat is blocked, opens his mouth and closes, and finally turns away.

"My name is Morpheus."

For some reason, Morpheus suddenly stopped at the door and looked back. He saw the girl looking at herself slightly twitched, ripped the corner of her mouth, and the fingers holding the manuscript were tight.

The moment I walked out of the room, Morpheus, who thought he would never look back, heard a timid word from behind.

"My name is Jeanne."

The smile blooms, although it is parting, but no more sadness.

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Although the students of Tarens School spent three days of vacation, they did not know the specific reason at all, but all kinds of gossip rumors vaguely pointed to the silent and noble nobleman. As for the details, no one knew.

Everything seems to be back on track, but Morpheus’s mood is slightly heavy. Guevara has brought the news of the old prince, but after experiencing Della’s blow, Morpheus is already very clear that if he wants to learn from reality That prestigious school is simply a fantasy, even if he is the son of a duke, he still has no privileges at Pansell School of Magic-because even the prince is there to be admonished by the mentor, not to mention the nobility?

There is no magic talent, this is the most fundamental problem. Simply relying on knowledge accumulation to become a giant in academia is not the result that Morpheus wants-what he is seeking is very simple, that is, he can survive and protect himself the power of.

Now, there is a person in his heart who wants to protect, so he understands that he must work harder towards the pyramid that seems to be a food chain.

After thinking for a night, Morpheus still decided to seek the help of mentor Della. Anyway, Tarens School can’t stay any longer-the assassination in the church is so loud, it is definitely not a safe idea to continue to school here. And the purpose of coming to this academy is already on the road-that is, he understands the direction of his current pursuit of power.

However, it seems that the road ahead still needs to be explored slowly with his own help. The glory of his father is unexpected but reasonable, and there is no shortcut for Morpheus. The door to magic seems to be half-covered, leaving Morpheus Seeing the dawn, he gave him a high threshold to look up to.

The tower is still lonely outside the college. Morpheus knocked on the door of the mentor’s room as usual. Seeing the mentor’s calm face, Morpheus calmly described the failure of his Duke’s father to “go through the back door”. Feeling shameful.

"Your dagger killed the puppet master at the level of the Magister, do you know what it means?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Morpheus's statement, Della deliberately diverted the topic.

"Dagger is very sharp."

"That's nonsense."

Dai stretched out her hand, very politely: "Except for the "Pagosra Link Defense Circle" I cast last time, basically a single shield below that level can resist your hands. There are not more than ten short swords to break the magic effect."

Morpheus suddenly realized that at this moment, he knew how powerful this short sword the old guy had left him.

He drew his short sword and handed it to the instructor who had reached out his hand. After the latter took it, he did not use the sword expert to wave slightly or measure the satin of the blade with his eyes. Gently lifted his hand to stroke the dirt left at the hilt after a long period of use. The elements condensed on the fingertips, and the dirt that could not be cleaned by the Morpheus was removed, revealing its original face.

Introverted and sharp.

"Naples magic steel, one of the extinct metals on the mainland, the only meaning of existence today is to forge for some people a short sword with more symbolic meaning than practical meaning, the appearance is no different from steel, and the effect of breaking the magic is unmatched. The'Isis Sword' was forged from the Neapolitan magic steel and has now been lost."

Della looked at the hilt of the short sword in her hand suddenly, and she looked a little trance, "I saw a handle three hundred and twenty-seven years ago. It belongs to a knight who walked around the war. I think he is very naive, but after seeing his tombstone standing on the sacred mountain of Hex 70 years later, I changed my previous view."

The Holy Mountain of Hex, the most famous sacred place on the mainland, where the Lord left his footprints in the Old Testament.

Those who can stand the tombstones here, except for the saints recognized by the Holy Gabriel Empire and the Byzantine Empire, only members of the "Knights of the Round Table Parliament" have such honors~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus does not know the "Knights of the Round Table Parliament The meaning of "I don't know where the Holy Mountain of Hex is, but I vaguely remember when Tang Jidi once mentioned the word, trance, and very few impressions.

As for "Three hundred and twenty-seven years ago" in Della's mouth, he swallowed slightly, daring not to think much.

"No matter who gave you this sword, and regardless of your identity, I believe that being a knight is the smoothest and safest route for you."

Dela returned her short sword, her gaze staying slightly on the bandage covering the magic pattern on the Morpheus’s arm, "But to seek the true meaning of magic, you will go farther than anyone else on the road to eternity. "

This sentence is of great significance.

The action of Morpheus inserting the dagger into the scabbard paused. He said nothing, remained silent for a few seconds, raised his head, and asked for the first time: "How much does the mentor know about my devil pattern..."

"Not much." Della looked at Morpheus, looking more relaxed than the usual indifference displayed before the world, "but I won't say it."

Morpheus nodded as expected, because the old fellow Tang Jidi de answered this question in the same way.

"If you want, go to Cauchy School of Knighthood."

"Then you..."

"I have my task, although I will not interfere with any of your decisions in the years to come, but during this time, you are my apprentice, I am your mentor, it's that simple."

Dela’s answer was very simple, but Morpheus already knew what she was going to do, and nodded silently.

"The new book list is here, get it yourself." As always, Della handed out a piece of parchment. "Come here every weekend, and practice classes are not limited."

Morpheus silently prayed for the unlucky blood family upstairs and relieved.