Black Scepter Chapter 49: Damn the scammers! (Five k)

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Morpheus prepared exquisite dresses as the sky was getting late, and took a ride with Ashcandi, Andalil and his father Duke Acar in a carriage to the palace. （M_彩&虹&文&学）【Share with netizens

Andariel, who looks like a little loli, put on a purple evening dress, and Ashcandy is a dark green dress, which is different from the complicated and complicated skirts of the ladies of Byzantine, except for the neckline. She doesn't have any extra ornaments except the silver buckle that Morpheus wears by herself-but only that, the calm and gentle temperament can still kill all the royal nobles of Byzantine in seconds.

The hall in the Constantinople palace is very wide, but today’s banquet apparently did not invite too many nobles, and the size of the audience is only less than twenty people, but each nobility is regarded as a high-ranking one. Unexpectedly, Morpheus predicted that there were seven or eight noble ladies up to the age of seventeen, all of them with exquisite faces and well-prepared dresses.

When the Duke Acar and his party entered the hall, everyone in the venue turned their eyes almost at the same time-the Windsor owner politely greeted the past, Morpheus politely stood behind his father and greeted all the nobles in front of him. It is concluded that all the nobles in front of me are in the same camp as the Windsor family.

Of course, I also saw the figure of Count Auschwitz, but his son Creevey didn’t seem to be interested in this kind of banquet,

The specific situation of the imperial political situation Morpheus is not clear. He asked his father, but the Duke did not intend to let Morpheus enter this political arena-Morpheus just silently followed his father’s teaching, no more questions. Half sentence.

Andariel, who was attending the banquet for the first time, was obviously unable to let go of his hands and feet, and whispered something to Ashkandi in a wheelchair. The appearance of the two of them was so outstanding that they could not help attracting The attention of the young nobles, but obviously Morpheus is the protagonist of this meeting-when Edward III personally brought a group of royal members to the banquet hall, the first one to find it was this man standing next to Duke Acar Young man.

This is also the first time His Majesty the Emperor stood face-to-face with Morpheus. Although the current Morpheus man is no different from his father Acar, he is still a little shorter than the burly emperor. Edward III has gray-white hair and wears it A pure gold crown symbolizing kingship, a robe with a red hue, a slightly blessed body, but it is hard to hide the sharp flash that occasionally flashed in the eyebrows.

"Let me see, this is the new "Dragon Knight" of the empire, the pride of the purple iris family, Morpheus Windsor?" He reached out and patted Morpheus on the shoulder, then squeezed his strong muscles, ha ha smiled, but I looked at the Duke next to me and said, "Father Tiger has no dogs, I said that long ago."

This kind of scene shocked the nobles around him—knowing that the emperor in front of him has never been so direct and without hesitation to praise a younger generation.

The Morpheus smiled shyly. There was no lip-smoothing. It was just bending over to salute, and then greeted all the members of the royal family personally under the guidance of His Majesty the Emperor.

Three princesses and one prince all came to the meeting place, saying it was more appropriate for the banquet to be a "recruitment meeting". Most of the subsequent content was that group of old guys discussing political affairs and the younger generation's liaison relationship is very strange. The point is that His Majesty the Emperor did not immediately ask Morpheus to introduce Ashkandi and Andalil. Morpheus had no choice but to deal with Ashkandi and the princes and nobles who came over to talk to each other.

""Dragon Knight" Morpheus."

The only prince Uncle Benhua of the royal family has the same figure and handsome face as his father. The badge on his chest shows the merits he once made on the battlefield, but at the age of 25, he does not seem to have a father for Morpheus. Generally recognized-"a very loud name, but I don't know if I can see the honor of a real dragon? To be honest, I am really curious how a dragon will surrender to human feet."

"Introduce yourself, I am Schopenhauer."

Personally but thorny in the words, the prince did not have any friendly meaning from the beginning.

"It's not difficult to say." Morpheus responded with a smile: "It's enough to have more strength than it."

"The most recent "dragon knight" in human history existed thousands of years ago. Maybe my words are a bit reckless, but in fact, most of us want to understand my father’s affirmation of your identity. What is it?" He turned and pointed to some of his sisters-the three princesses of the royal family were looking at Morpheus curiously at the moment, seemingly affirming the words of Prince Schopenhauer, "It’s not just a bluff. A gimmick? Although some of my sisters haven’t gotten married yet, it’s clear that their destination shouldn’t be a hooded kid.”

"Fictional identity? Huh"

Andariel was still a bit cautious, but when she heard the prince’s words, she couldn’t help but sneer next to her, and she wanted to say something she was gently pulled by Ashkandi: “meaningless rebuttal , Will always lead to meaningless conflict."

"Good speaking, beautiful lady."

Schopenhauer seemed to nod noblely and asked smoothly: "Your name has not been consulted yet"

"Ashkandi? Misiri."

"Misery family? It seems that Byzantine does not have this family". Schopenhauer didn’t pay attention to her name, but instead checked the surname in her mind, but there was no reaction for a while. "Of course, I am very happy to know this person. Beautiful lady-but my question has not been answered yet."

He redirected the topic to Morpheus, and at the same time, the three princesses beside him quietly focused on Morpheus's answer.

"Wouldn’t you like me to let a giant dragon greet you in this hall?" Morpheus burst into laughter, making Prince Schopenhauer suddenly feel ugly because Morpheus's tone seemed to be in Like a naughty child, "Dragon is not a falcon domesticated by nobles. You can always put it on your arm and show it to others. I don't value the status of "Dragon Knight". If you think I can't give evidence To prove this, Dake can tell others that I am a fake."

He shrugged. "Do you think I care about a title?"

The counterattack is not a counterattack, but it makes Prince Schopenhauer punch on cotton-the "honor" that all nobles will value is a joke here in Morpheus. As a royal member, he vowed that if he himself It’s a dragon knight. At this moment, he has already fought back the opponent’s shallowness with facts.

But because of this difference, it became the Dragon Knight that never seemed to be the prince in front of him.

"Okay, I admit my recklessness." Prince Schopenhauer's mouth twitched and immediately changed the countermeasures. "There will be a safari in the interior of the Emperor's Room. I solemnly invite you to participate. ?"

"I need to take care of her."

Morpheus shook his head and gently took Ashkandi's palm.

This action immediately frowned the princesses who were originally interested.

"I will arrange a carriage."

Prince Schopenhauer seemed to be dead and wanted to persist. Morpheus, who was reluctant to lose his face, had nodded and agreed, which was considered a satisfactory turn for the prince to leave.

"Really going?"

Ashkandi looked at Morpheus a little puzzled, it seemed that he shouldn’t be like this, and Morpheus, who turned around and bent slightly, replied softly in her ear: "Remember someone said Some people want to conquer, but when a mountain is beyond imagination, no one will try to climb it. The royal family thinks that they are tall, but they will always forget that power does not bring everything."

"You seem to have always said something nice to coax me recently." Ashkandi is not difficult to hear the meaning in the Morpheus discourse. She blushed her cheeks slightly and shyly bowed her head, but then added a sentence: "But I did I really like it."

"Hello, hello!"

Andaril waved his fist beside him, very politely: "Don’t think I don’t know what happened last time you secretly kissed! Really when I don’t exist?"

Morpheus couldn’t laugh or cry, so he begged for mercy: “I heard that every cup of aged wine that entertains guests during the royal banquet is precious and unusual. There’s a glass of wine over there, there’s one less glass in the world.”

Andariel seemed to be distracted immediately, and was distracted, his eyes twitched and asked softly, "Can I drink?"

"Originally, it’s not possible, but this is the opportunity. I want to secretly have a drink."

As soon as Morpheus's voice fell, Andalil was gone. Ashcandi shook his head helplessly, then raised his head, but saw Prince Schopenhauer standing in front of Morpheus and her again.

And the expression is extremely strange.

"Beautiful lady, I want to ask your name again."

Ashkandi raised his eyebrows, and then gave the same answer as before-and the next moment, the royal prince shuddered, his throat shuddered a few times, and seemed to want to say something. It was stuck in the throat.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate act. His Majesty, who was still chatting with a group of old nobles, appeared at his side right now, patting his son’s shoulder gently: “There is no life in this world. Noble people must remember this in order to better understand how to survive."

Following him, he nodded softly to Ashkandi: "To be honest, I was surprised to encounter it here-the dramatic statement is'your legendary existence', but I want to say Yes, Byzantine welcomes you, Miss Ashcandi."

"You are welcome."

Ashkandi nodded gently, without any stage fright, and the Morpheus next to him was smiling, and the expressions of the two were surprisingly consistent at the moment.

"It is true that the outside world has a lot of prejudices against the word "Ashkandi", but I believe that I can get along with the Windsor family safely, and I will not be a violent person." Edward III smiled, "Holy Gabriel I will not go into details of all the unjust acts made by the empire. Today I only want to say one thing."

Morpheus unconsciously straightened himself, and Ashkandi looked up calmly as usual.

"Byzantine will provide you with all the powers that citizens have. Of course, if you want, you can also choose an honorary title."

A word from the monarch made the nearby nobles suddenly silent.

Full glory and privilege.

Morpheus couldn’t help but secretly surprise inwardly that His Majesty was “naked” by Ashcandi, but he had to sigh his boldness – ask who would dare to give a reputation on the mainland for the unknown Such a status of the "famous" long-time ruthless blood family?

This is not just a question of interests, but also represents the tolerance of an empire. Ashcandi has the nationality of Byzantine, which means that anyone who enemies with Ashcandi in the future will be the enemy of Byzantine. ——In comparison, the refuge provided by an enormous empire to individuals is stronger than that of the seemingly thin iron-blooded institution of the “night watchman”.

Ashkandi turned to look at Morpheus, and when he saw that the latter nodded gently, she said to the emperor: "This is my honor."

Her tone is very weak. It seems that even a big surprise will not cause excessive emotional fluctuations for her, but apparently, Morpheus seems to be the only person who can affect her-Edward III is also aware of this Ming smiled heartily, and then pulled the prince beside him to the distance.

"What about Andalil?"

While not waiting for Morpheus to ask anything, Ashcandi turned his head and looked at the empty meeting place—the little Loli who just ran to the waiter for a drink was gone in a blink of an eye.

"I'll check it out."

Morpheus was about to leave, but then stopped.

“Don’t worry about me, I don’t think anyone here can pose a threat to me.” Ashcandy, who is no longer depressed, now knows how to protect herself—because of this, she will not fail Morpheus Countless efforts have been made for myself.

Morpheus thought again and again, and finally reached out to create a magic circle on Ashkandi’s wheelchair armrest, and whispered after gently activating: "Forgive my nervous caution, I just don’t want to experience that kind of pain again. "

Ashkandi slammed his lips suddenly, not knowing what to say, looking at Morpheus and walking towards the back in the distance, but slightly clenched his fingers

"Where is this? Isn't it taking me to the wine cellar?"

Andalil walked with the guy in the standard waiter costume before, but found that she seemed to be farther and farther away from the banquet hall. In a purple evening dress, she began to complain with the corner of her skirt.

"As the supreme wine cellar of the Constantinople Royal Palace, naturally the most suitable temperature and air humidity are needed, so that the stored wine will become more mellow with the passage of time."

The waiter who walked in front was three heads taller than Andariel, and his figure was extremely well-proportioned, and his face was more handsome, but he was slightly pale in the light of the moonlight, and he bowed down politely to answer Anda Lille's problem is that his eyes glanced around inadvertently.

Andalil also began to feel that the surrounding area gradually became more and more deserted, and the guards that he could occasionally see gradually disappeared from the field of vision, as did the lighting.

"Forget it, I don't want to go, I have to go back."

Andariel pouted and stopped, but just turned around, but found that the waiter slowly stopped. When he turned around, the tone of voice changed significantly

"Don’t you understand the reason why I brought you out alone?"

The waiter’s mouth twitched slightly, revealing two obvious fangs—the blood family identity is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. He seems to be not afraid that Andariel will know his identity. He continued in a low voice: "Ashkan Di appeared in Constantinople and the former holder of the scepter Morpheus stood with her-what's behind this?"

It seems that his attention to playing Andalil is not a temporary intention. After all, Morpheus has the title of "Dragon Knight" and Ashkandi is too famous. It is the only thing to find this seemingly harmless little Loli to start. Breakthrough-As a marquise-level vampire of the Kleinman family, he has been lurking in Constantinople for a long time. Having the status of a waiter in the palace is not difficult for a high-level blood clan proficient in cosmetic surgery and disguise. In his view, the palace is clear. The security measures on the ground seem to be far less exaggerated than they thought.

At this moment, he only needs to spread his wings and take away the little girl without any threats. I am afraid that Morpheus and Ashcandi cannot be traced no matter how powerful they are--but in When these ideas have not yet become reality, the little Lori with her hands on her hips is glaring at herself, and said sharply: "It seems that you didn't want to find me a good wine, right?"

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His eyes narrowed, his wings quietly ripped out his shirt and spread out, reaching for Andaril—but at the next moment, he found his sharp nails emptied.

The small Loli took a step back, seemingly inadvertently evading the other party’s attack, but she didn’t care what the other party just said, but continued to be angry because she didn’t drink. : "You are a liar, I hate the liar the most!"

Speaking of this, Andalil seemed to have flashed something in front of her, which made her stunned for half a second, and then gritted her hatred deeper: "The guys who lie to me are all damn, you don’t have a good thing! "

Finally, she took a step forward, her toes suddenly pointed on the ground, her body appeared like an arrow, and her delicate palms were clenched into fists. The opponent's cheek waved past!

Although the memory is basically sealed, Andariel has not forgotten how to use power and magic, so the instinctive attack power at this moment can be described as no less than that when she faced those siegeers sent by the royal family of Balice. This fist was blocked by the blood instinct of raising his hand, but he was also struck back three steps in a burst! (..)