Black Scepter Chapter 4: Withered purple iris


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As a qualified steward, Palfa Renault is undoubtedly an indispensable figure in the Duke’s Palace. Such a big event allows him to drive the horse from the Byzantine capital Constantinople for three days to the small county on the edge of the empire, which means self-evident.

The first nobleman under the prince is the title of non-duke. As a long family with a history of more than 500 years, the surname "Windsor" is undoubtedly the best among the nobles and the nobles of the entire empire. Need to silently look up for existence.

For five hundred years, members of the aristocracy with this surname included the iron-blooded generals who laid down half of the empire's territory, great philosophers who wrote such great works as "Monarchy", and some of them were selected as "Merlin" Tarot Cards. Archmage... In other words, at least five members of the Windsor family were on the "Imperial Glory List" in "History of Byzantine".

Gong Gaozhen? Peerless honor?

As if it was a joke or a fate, this ancient family is now on the verge of being unsustainable.

Although Duke Windsor is not old, he has reached the threshold of 50 years old. For an imperial guard Sword Sage who can wear the "Erica Long Sword Cross Badge" on his chest, this means that his Strength is about to begin to decline, but the real cause of the fact that this nobleman is worried about is that in a series of serial political assassinations, all his heirs have become burial objects of power.

The desperate Duke was hit hard. Even if he had never taken off the false mask, he silently thought about whether he should punish himself in front of the portrait of his family ancestor, but a letter renewed his hope— -The once young and handsome Duke still has an illegitimate child in the remote villages of the empire!

Except for the Duke himself, no one knows the origin of the letter, and no one would be stupid enough to confirm the authenticity of the news. When the old butler who never left was rushing out of the Duke’s palace under the dark, everyone You know-the old duke is playing a gamble now.

No one knows whether the Duke’s enemies will first strangle the illegitimate child who has never been seen in the deserted wilderness. The cold atmosphere of the Duke’s House is a suffocating suffocation, letting the old housekeeper one I can't bear it when I think of it.

On the night when Morpheus bid farewell to the old housekeeper and entered the jungle, the mayor of Hooke Town silently and his mistress died on their bed, and the bandit did not escape the fate of death-of course, even with the burial, and The entire Hooke Town guard regiment.

Politics is such that the empire will not be responsible for the collective execution of guards in a remote town, nor will it explore the motives of the murder of a mayor who has never heard of his name. Of course, these are more likely to become nobles One or two insignificant topics that we occasionally talked about at the dinner were soon replaced by delicious foie gras or caviar.

The history of Byzantine recorded numerous nobles who died in political murders, even more uprooted, and the military nobles left over from the founding fathers of the entire empire, the Windsor family is the only remaining Of a pure bloodline.

Now, the purple iris that represents the family emblem of the Windsor family seems to be about to fall.

The only hope fell on the shoulder of the old housekeeper Palfa-at the moment he was standing quietly on the hillside, overlooking the village of Nair before dawn.

Several tall guards stood behind the housekeeper, silent and breathing a strong breath. The delicate and thick silver Milanese light armor enveloped under the black robe. Although the purple iris badge on the chest was quietly taken off, the family The knight-specific elite breath still makes them different from ordinary guards.

"At any time, nobles should understand how to advance and retreat gracefully."

Old Palfa glanced at the exquisite pocket watch hand-made by Constantinople master watchmaker, gently closed the cover inlaid with a ruby ​​symbolizing the status of a domestic servant, sighed, and then looked into the distance and fell into silence.

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For Morpheus, his life process is monotonous and full of unknown dangers at any time.

This young boy who lives in the village of Nair on the edge of Hook County has very few properties-a dilapidated wooden house, a bad rusty machete, and several washed, whitish, cheap, coarse linen , Nothing else.

The things he obtained from hunting were used by him to exchange the old Merlot Silver Coin "filial piety".

In the early hours of this morning, Morpheus, who was tracking a wounded elk, was surrounded by sudden guards, and was arrested after the rebellion failed, and the only valuable families had no idea where they were thrown.

In fact, the Morpheus that has been wandering deep in the forest all the year round has never seen other humans appear near the Isenge swamp, which means that the so-called guards and bandits... did not appear so coincidentally in Morpheus before.

Through the dense jungle, I was not worried about the safe Morpheus adventure around me. I passed a misty swamp that only he knew the way out. After going around in the east and west, he walked at least one kilometer over the lush foliage. Without leaving any traces on the ground, he finally came to the edge of Hook County-Nair Village in the early morning of the next day.

Morpheus won’t go straight to his door stupidly. After looking at this small village of only a dozen farmhouses for a long time, he knocked on the outside of the village when the sky was bright. A wooden house out of place.

The rising smoke shows that this unusual wooden house is inhabited, but there are no dirt dogs in the doorway that the ordinary house can raise. Even the dirty house does not even have a decent fence.

The bare-body Morpheus doesn’t care that the magic lines on his body are exposed to the air-because the person in this house is the only one who mentioned the reason for the magic lines on Morpheus.

"Tap".

The Morpheus's knuckles gently knocked on the wooden door, but the next moment he suddenly dodged his head to the side!

The shining blade suddenly pierced out of the wooden door in front of her, and stayed exactly where he left Morpheus's left eyeball-not an assassin, this is the old man's "greeting way".

Of course, the uninvited guests who are not familiar with this set already have a land on the hillside in the distance to let them sleep for a long time.

"Boy, first time killing, are you afraid?"

The wooden door opened, and without seeing anyone else, a low "greeting" was heard.

"Okay."

Morpheus’s answer is cold, it seems to be stating something inconspicuous, walked into the wooden house, the wooden floor creaked, the decoration in the house was almost monotonous without any furniture, the so-called hall has two hard chairs and A ash-filled fireplace looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a long time. It is connected to the bedroom next to it. It doesn't need to be the same simple scene.

The Morpheus, as if walking into his own home, does not worry about being ambushed here-this is also the only place in his heart that he will fully trust and have no reservations, if there is danger here, I really don’t need to worry Can you survive elsewhere?

There is a lazy figure in front of the fireplace, with a cigarette rod in his hand, a half-length black and gray hair looks messy, with that messy clothes, it looks sloppy, but this guy does There is a handsome face that ordinary people can't reach-even if this face that has been eroded by the years has some wrinkles, no one will think that the "handsome old man" in front of him is a beggar.

The eyes of the sea blue are clear and clear, the figure is not prominent because of the messy clothing, but the shoulders are different from the width of ordinary people.

Tang Jidi De, the old guy who said "If you want to live, come with me" to Morpheus after the death of Morpheus's mother.

He is old because of his appearance, but when it comes to strength or combat ability, he is well-deserved number one in Morpheus's cognition.

"One less magic pattern, hey."

Tangji Kede looked at the fireplace burning some dry wood, some abnormal words increased, Morpheus's movement paused, seemed to be thinking about something, and then sat in the other chair left in the room. on.

"I am the Duke's son?"

Morpheus always has doubts about his identity-the old guy in front of him is like a monster, but he has silently spent fifteen years in this deserted village where the bird does not shit. Who can not doubt that he has not relationship?

This question Morpheus was never raised, and he held it in his heart for a long time.

"Yes, that's right." Tang Ji Tuo De took a sip of a cigarette and spit out a thick smoke. "So...I remember everything I taught you?"

"I have to go?"

Without answering Tang Jidi's question, Morpheus first asked the guy who forced himself to stay in the dangerous forest for seven years in a rhetorical tone.

"Child, I will never guard behind you forever."

Tang Jidi de gently knocked on the black cigarette bag~IndoMTL.com~ whispered back, "Your road and my road may only have this intersection. Looking back a few years later, maybe you will just Thank you for having this intersection."

Silent, Morpheus don't know how to continue to say something to this old guy who is usually strictly cold.

"I lost my machete..."

For a while, Morpheus's voice once again choked slightly.

Eight years of forest life and death training, eventually turned into a sigh, Tang Jidi De, who is the second teacher of Morpheus life, let him eat the hardship that ordinary people can't imagine, but pointed him to a no matter where he is. The way to survive.

"Use my sword, give it to you, and think about it."

Tang Jidi was sitting up, Wei An’s body was extremely thin against the Morpheus. He reached out and touched the head of Morpheus. The young man’s black hair was very messed up by the abnormal person, but he almost never shed tears. Morpheus closed his mouth tightly at this moment, and let the tears fall.

"Where are you going?"

There is no honorific title, because the old guy never wants to hear a title that looks older.

"Maybe go to the sacred Gabriel empire, or Caslandi, I miss the spirits there." Tang Jidi de stretched out his hand and pulled out the short sword that had just pierced the wooden door Morpheus-There are countless similar traces behind the door, but the distance between each of the sword marks penetrated by the dagger is the same. Thousands of traces form a regular cross, dignified and solemn, but there is no Destroy the wooden door completely, "The son of Duke Byzantine, no small title, your standing position is higher than I was, and it cannot be lower than me in the future."

"Remember...Teacher."

For the first time, Morpheus refers to Tang Jidi de in this vocal sound.

"Damn, I’m not old!"


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