Black Scepter Chapter 44: A proud magician, a sad sonata

Today's one change, yesterday's red ticket did not exceed 400, please beg for the red ticket, and two changes after 400 tomorrow.

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"Morpheus? What a funny name, I don’t know what your impression of Constantinople is?"

The voice was a little soft, and he looked up. Morpheus saw one of the girls who hadn’t seen her before. Her face looked like peach blossoms, and her eyes could talk.

"Great."

Morpheus smiles very rustic.

This expression makes the other party a little bit stubborn, and the small fan in his hand gently covers his mouth. The face with painted makeup is very delicate, but it also seems a bit artificial, making Morpheus a little uncomfortable.

"I am Nina Kondos, now studying at Pansell School of Magic, I don’t know where you go to school?"

Good boy, just pick one that is Pansell School of Magic?

Morpheus blinked and still smiled and said: "At home, I was in Tarens School some time ago, but I dropped out."

The news seemed to surprise Nina. Her delicate body twisted and frowned slightly: "Tarrens? Why go to that kind of place? I think with your father’s background, I want to enter any college. Is there no problem?"

Finger gently folded the small fan. Although she was only 16 years old, her well-developed **** were already small in size. She lifted her gently and seemed to be waiting for the answer of Morpheus.

Stretching his hand and scratching his nose, Morpheus wanted to say something, but found two more guys in front of him.

One left and one right look like a flower ambassador. The two teenagers who had been beside Nina looked at Morpheus not so friendly. One of them had already sent a very clear signal-"No problem? Nina, I heard that the famous Duke of Windsor went to Pansell School of Magic and was rejected for applying for his son."

The speaker is not very loud, but the people nearby can hear clearly, but there is no sudden silence. I can see that the news has spread throughout the circle.

"Nina, I would like to hear from you the review process of the high-level magician last time, can you tell me? The instructor thinks that my crystal energy is not enough to start the'Kosler Four Eyes Array', But as many professors remain optimistic about this."

It is needless to say that the other boy was also a student of Pansell School of Magic. Although he attended the dinner, his chest was inlaid with a badge that symbolizes a mid-level magician, showing off a strong meaning. He didn’t look at Morpheus at all. together.

Nina’s brows were slightly wrinkled, and she didn’t give any good looks to the two suitors. The kung fu of the pusher was perfect, and the fan in her hand was slanted, pointing to the distant one who was looking up and admiring the painting The little child said: "Humir will naturally give you the assessment criteria for high-level magicians. Of course, even the first-level magician will tell you."

The words made the two Pansell School of Magic students feel a little frustrated, and there was a lot of silence at once, and Nina’s words seemed not only to sound the alarm for the two of them, but also to show their connections in front of Morpheus.

"It's really a genius."

Morpheus is still a very humorous smile, not a gentleman-like smile, but he deliberately did it.

Just like Carlin let his dog legs ride to try to murder Morpheus at that time, when things were not easy to solve face-to-face, Morpheus began to learn to take a step back and throw a deadly fist at some unexpected moment.

This is more interesting than in the jungle.

"Nonsense, there is no waste that can enter Pansell, what is the Tarens School? A group of wine bags that don’t know how to go up? It’s only the library that can be considered."

The boy who didn’t even bother to introduce himself seemed to despise Morpheus as an illegitimate child. Although this fact was mostly ignored by the nobility because of the solemn introduction of the Duke today, he obviously didn’t understand what it meant.

"The library is really large." Morpheus nodded, and didn't seem to hear the ridicule, which made the two boys even more disdainful, but made Nina's eyes narrow.

"How big is it? Can you still fail to see it? Even the mechanism of element cutting has not been heard...Mediocre."

The word waste is still not spoken, because this guy saw Nina's sharp eyes.

"Never underestimate anyone casually, this is not a word that a noble will speak."

A tall young man walked next to him. He looked twenty-five or six years old. Morpheus saw at least three medals hung on his chest. This means that he came from a military family and has already been on the battlefield. The Order of the High Order Guardian Knight is dazzlingly unusual. Next to it is a silver cross and a sixteen petal golden chrysanthemum badge. The former represents serving in the "Temple" of the Empire's largest knighthood, and the latter represents that he has participated in at least a scale of more than a thousand. People's battles have made outstanding achievements. This medal shows that they have been in service for at least three years.

Strong figure, right facial features, the person nodded at Morpheus and said, "Lear? Chucks, graduated from Cauchy School of Knighthood. If you go there, maybe I can help."

Morpheus is no longer that silly smile, nodded solemnly, and the two passed by without any extra words.

This style is similar to the Duke Acar. If you have something to say, leave without words, decisive and full of military style. Morpheus feels more comfortable than the three people in front of you.

This high-level **** knight who graduated from the Cavaliers Academy has a much higher voice than the three people in front of him, not only because of the medals and identities he possesses, but because of his majesty after the battle. , A few children who have never seen a dead person naturally do not have that dignified and slightly sharp aura-of course, except for Morpheus that hides this similar aura.

Turning your head, Morpheus said softly: "Nina? Condos? Maybe we will have a chance to meet in the future and hope that the future conversation will be more pleasant."

Neon Morpheus nodded to the two flower guards beside her and stepped away.

From beginning to end, the three men did not introduce themselves to each other, and the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

"An illegitimate child of a soft-shelled turtle who does not know the heights and heights of the earth, does not know what he can be proud of."

"You see other people's pride in your eyes because your self-esteem is too strong," Nina frowned, and was not very cold about this companion. "None of the people you have seen may be seen by Lear. There are so many dead bodies, put away your superiors, even if Morpheus is really a mediocre."

Some embarrassed guys said by Nina stopped talking in anger, but looked like Morpheus with contempt.

The other guy next to him was undecided, just whispered: "The last heir of the Windsor family, his shoulders seem to be unable to carry the heavy glory of his father. Was rejected by the dean of Pansell School of Magic. Gee, if it’s me, It is estimated that this life will not appear at this dinner, and it is really because he can be so calm."

For the students of the School of Magic, the dean's identity is close to God-one of the members of the "Golden Compass" council in the most sophisticated magician circle on the mainland, the title of "Holy Dome Archmage", the golden oak badge at the age of 19, etc. These incredible achievements and achievements have made Dean Freud's identity infinitely high in the eyes of students. Any one of his words will be recorded as a classic. Although it sounds exaggerated, in fact all can be personally received by Freud. The students who admit and mentor basically have the respected identity of Archmage in the future.

"The mainland is not only a big Archmage of No Luzi origin, but also a noble noble young master, the common people disturb."

Nina gently shook her folding fan and walked to another circle. At this moment, Morpheus in her eyes may just be a young master with a halo of her parents.

Morpheus didn’t find a circle to try to integrate himself. Instead, he was interested in looking at the few silver-haired old men playing musical instruments in the hall.

The musicians are different from the bards. They use their own instruments instead of their mouths to express their emotions. Tang Jidi once murmured that the bards can’t sing better than the Viol of Caslandi. A piece of "Sorrow of the Mori River" played by the violinist, Morpheus at this moment finally heard the voice of "Violet" that he had been curious about, and he was startled.

To be honest, he missed his tutor a little, the sloppy but wise old guy.

Violet looks a bit like a cello, but the sound is more low and vicissitudes.

"I have a request," after several classical musicians in front of me finished a "Prague Overture"~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus suddenly said, "I don't know if you can play a "Mori River" "Sad"?"

He looked at the white-haired musician who wore a gorgeous costume that would only be worn by a court musician. He could see that his identity should belong to a master-level musician who can perform for the royal dinner, and heard the words of Morpheus This old man who always closed his eyes slightly while playing thought for a moment and nodded gently.

Several musicians next to them adjusted the instruments under their hands, and then looked at the old man in tacit understanding.

The handkerchief gently wiped the forehead. The Violet with delicate maple veneer gently adjusted the position. The old man picked up the bow, which was different from the traditional style of Byzantine. The phrase sounded suddenly, long and vicissitudes.

Morpheus stands still.

After two bars, the band’s other instruments sounded very different from the cheerful banquet atmosphere at the moment. This piece seemed like a song in the woods. No one noticed it, but it was quietly flowing with its own sorrow.

Morpheus finally understands why Tang Jidi will never forget the lonely musician. This piece of music has no years of precipitation, no experience of that kind of loneliness, no performance, no appreciation.

The Morpheus who has been alone in the forest for so many years suddenly felt a bit sad. As the song is not as slow and sad as most of the dance music, uncontrollable scenes of the past emerge in my mind and linger.

The old man playing with his eyes closed shook his body gently, and the master's style was full. After the song ended, the old face that was slightly raised turned upside down.

Morpheus bowed gently without letting anyone see the wet corners of the eyes, and softly said to the musicians in front of him: "Thank you."

Applause.

Duke Azsala looked at the distance from here, her hands clapped gently, and she was applauding alone in the entire hall with a sudden voice.

Followed by a seeming echo of the surroundings.