Black Scepter Chapter 5: Honor and shame, robe of nobility
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It seems to be stingy to give Morpheus more clothes. When Morpheus left Tang Ji Tuo De’s broken house, he didn’t put on any jacket, but just a short sword with an animal skin sheath in his hand. He owes little of everything.
Turning his head slightly, Morpheus can see the standing figure on the hillside. Behind him, there are more than twenty tall horses standing like statues-only strictly trained military horses can have this kind of rigor. With a solemn gesture, Morpheus sighed lightly, realizing that he had no other way but to accept the identity that Tang Jidi had long known.
But before leaving, he still has some things to do.
The home of Morpheus is located in another corner of the village. The wooden house that seems to be more ruined than Tang Ji Tuo De has long been decayed due to lack of repair.
It has to be said that the owner of a stall who may only come back for a few days a year will have this kind of breath after changing any house.
There is a simple tombstone in the back of the house. The crooked and slanted font records a humble name without a surname. Morpheus’s mother stayed here quietly as usual.
Birth mother? Morpheus didn't know, just remember that the fat woman in this city raised herself and grew up. Although she often complained, she didn't throw herself to feed the wolf.
Reaching out the wooden door, the decaying door panel finally reached the limit of use. The "click" collapsed to the ground. The Morpheus didn't care about it, approached the house for a few minutes, and came out with a worn cloth .
It’s still a hand-held dagger. Morpheus didn’t take anything extra. He looked back at the wooden house and stood in front of his mother’s grave for a moment. He turned away without a word, without any hesitation.
Life tells him that he can only understand that he is going strong when he is facing the wind.
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The old housekeeper is still meticulous, and he walks towards the noble heir in a few steps. Just because of the surname "Windsor", the young man in front of him will change from a nearly barbarian life state to a very short time. The prince of the Duke's Palace, which is envied by everyone in the empire and can even be said to be more than 10,000 people, the goddess of destiny always seems to inadvertently make amazing jokes.
When countless people admire this coveted location, the person is watching the surroundings more alertly than he is in the dangerous jungle-not just the environment, but the danger of this position.
Creeks and streams are public areas in the forest, where all levels of the food chain will be present, but even if the tiger and the deer are at peace at this moment, even drinking face-to-face in the same river, no one knows that they will turn around. what happened.
Tang Jidi has described how the upper level of the pyramid in human society is a very simple three-character-"people eat people", nothing else.
But this is enough to let Morpheus understand what he is about to face. There are no absolute predators here, and no one needs absolute trust.
On the old steward Palfa, a Cyrus horse brought by Morpheus, the family knights around kneeled on one knee, expressing respect for the first time when the future owner met, and Morpheus dressed as a rural turtle , Leng Leng looked up at the horse half above him, eyes slightly trance.
Whether it’s from the heart or whether the knights in front of them bowed their heads with contempt or awe when they lowered their heads, in front of this teenager who was about to wear aristocratic masks, they had been constantly rebuilding his Values.
The glory of the noble surname and the turtles of the wild villagers look awkward.
Morpheus The sea-blue eyes looked at the old butler who had taken a set of soldiers from the guards and respectfully handed it over. He didn't hesitate to reach out and took it, so he changed it in front of everyone.
The family knights looked ugly and looked awkwardly away-Byzantine never had such a nobleman. Looking at the entire imperial nobleman, no one would ever expose excess skin outside, except for those who attracted The eye-catching ladies were wearing low-cut evening dresses, and it was not heard that an elegant nobleman would take off her clothes in front of outsiders.
Crude, this is the only description, but Morpheus does not even have an extra expression change.
The old housekeeper silently bowed his waist, and took over the washed, whitish burlap linen handed over by Morpheus. A pair of sword-killing hands gently folded it and gave it to the servant knight behind him.
"You know the meaning of this robe better than me."
The old housekeeper didn’t say much. The appearance of the Morpheus in front was exactly the same as when the old duke was young. He believes that in terms of wisdom, this young master who can kill two killers alone is definitely not as shallow as he has shown.
What is the value of the clothes tailored by the chief tailor of Constantinople "Tulips" tailor shop? Morpheus doesn't know and doesn't care.
He looks awkward and puts his clothes on his body. The old housekeeper of this clothes carried a total of five sets of different models. The one that is worn on him at this moment is the most suitable.
Palfa bowed his head slightly: "Master, if I need help, I can help you."
I didn’t make good claims. Old Palfa knew that the young man’s mind was far higher than he thought, and he must always understand his position in front of the nobility—even if Morpheus is a child without a chicken and he is a child Strong swordsman.
Morpheus nodded gently after hearing the Palfa interrogation, but the distance between the hand and the hilt was much closer.
The decor of the nobility is cumbersome and plate-shaped, which is very different from the loose clothing that Morpheus wore before, but after changing into a darker-colored casual clothes, the image is really not bad.
Of course, some dirty faces and unkempt hair are still far away from the word nobility.
Five generations have achieved the name of aristocracy, and an upstart who may be rich in an enemy country can never be called a "nobility". It seems that the current Morpheus is far from the so-called nobility standard, but looking at him on a horse The old housekeeper would not mind spending five years, ten years or more to cultivate the lack of temperament in the young master.
"When there is power to control your own rage, no animal is more fierce and cruel than humans."
Morpheus said abruptly softly that the sword sheath in his hand was gently draped on a belt made of scaly lizard skin, turned his head, and looked down at his old housekeeper looking up, "I choose now Accepting destiny does not mean that I have no room for rejection in the future."
The old housekeeper is silent. This is the first time this young master has spoken to him on his own initiative. It is not uncommon for a terrifying teenager with a mature and stable personality to be in the aristocratic circle of Constantinople, but for the first sentence, Palfa Renault in his life Only one person has spoken similar words.
That is Acar? Windsor, the Duke of Empire, Morpheus's biological father.
It’s true that there is a father and a son. The old housekeeper had to sigh in his heart, then turned over and boarded his horse, staring at it for a few seconds, after confirming that Morpheus in front of him could master the horse skillfully, he was light Gently made a gesture-the two knights guarding Morpheus nodded and spread slightly to the sides.
In addition to the old housekeeper and Morpheus, this team has a total of more than 20 family knights, all of whom are strong with the guardian knight medal awarded by the empire-this level is equivalent to the swordsman level ~ IndoMTL.com ~ only Twenty people, to deal with a group of about 100 thieves without mentioning it, and with a strong old butler, this seemingly inconspicuous team is enough to rival any bishop-level cavalry knight.
Morpheus on horseback never looked back at the village of Nair. The house where Tang Ji Tuo De lived in the distance burned abruptly and quietly, as if it were a signal that the strange master had Go far away.
"Master, we need to cross about six counties and arrive at Constantinople five days later, but there may be various obstacles during this time."
The old housekeeper did not tell the reason why the young master came to tell him the news from the distant Duke’s Palace. To be honest, this is not normal for an old Palfa, so the necessary reminder is still some.
"The friction between nobles tends to escalate into unsavory mutual attacks, which is normal for a large and ancient empire. I hope you will understand Master Duke."
"A father who has never met but can bring me glory may be worthy of thanks, but from now on, I have nothing to do with him."
Morpheus’s words don’t have a lot of country accents. This is the fact that Palfa just noticed—the childhood experience is unknowable. He should have said a strong northwest accent, but now it sounds like Constantinople’s accent. Any difference is really surprising.
Because Constantinople's accent has another folk name-"noble tune".
"My mentor has left, maybe you can try to find the identity of this old guy, don't forget to turn around and tell me." Morpheus seems to have understood the doubts he might have caused, and answered the old butler from the side , "Because, I also want to know who he really is."