Black Scepter Chapter 69: Inside story

I changed it many times. I just put it up together, and I was too lazy to tear down the two. You guys got a red ticket, I won’t say much else.

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Morpheus has never been a person with a strong curiosity and willing to explore. After spending eight years in the forest, Morpheus, who has long learned not to break into other Warcraft territories, will feel constrained and cautious about the new environment.

The Duke’s stride was very large, and he looked up at the castle decorated with countless ancient stone carvings and said, "I have several purposes for you, but it will take time to make it clear, not too long. It should be possible to return to Constantinople before the snow arrives."

I don’t know why, Morpheus relaxes a lot when he hears this sentence.

In front of the gate of the castle, Lord Duke slowed down and walked past these sculptures with Morpheus. Unlike Cauchy School of Knighthood, the sculptures here are different in appearance. Wearing black robe masters, but they have one thing in common-that is, they all occupy a place on the mainland's epic tarot cards.

The life under the sculpture is dense and dense, but the Duke did not let Morpheus look closely, but looked up and sighed: "People in the sky are often like needle felts. Building a church is as difficult as demolishing a church, but trying to maintain a collapse. The church does not fall, it seems more difficult."

Morpheus nodded, but did not respond. His eyes crossed on a sculpture dressed in sackcloth but solemnly, somewhat vaguely familiar. After a few steps, he turned back, but he felt strange and unusual, so he stopped thinking. .

In a sense, the castle of the Duke’s Palace is not even as luxurious as the residence of Constantinople, but it is really a kind of rich heritage. The camel hair carpet in the living room is worth more than 3,000 Aztec coins. The oil paintings and sculptures on the walls are by no means vassal, but by several masters who have been supported by the Windsor family, including Leonardo and Michelangelo, who have been famous in the mainland, and even extended to the second in the center of the main hall. The staircase handrail of the building has the angel reliefs left by the Byzantine "Idol Worship" movement hundreds of years ago. The fireplace is quaint, and there is a portrait hanging above it. And let Morpheus deeply realize that the lush roots of the family branches and leaves are dazzling.

"All the rooms here are from the Windsor family, and they are also yours," the old duke pointed around. "The reason why countless people long for power lies mostly in this. With power over 10,000, you There will be wealth above ten thousand people, but while enjoying it, remember who gave you the blessing of today to enjoy it. If you forget your book, they will not recognize your last name."

The finger of the old duke finally stopped on the oil paintings above the fireplace, which seemed to be advice, but it was not a training.

Morpheus watched his father walk away, and led himself to his room under the leadership of the old housekeeper-the general castle was originally built for military purposes, so it was thick and dark, but now the advanced construction level of Byzantine has made Mulenta The Duke’s Palace has reached the extreme in scale and structural utilization. There is no imagination because of the thick and narrow stairs in the wall, and there is no dampness of the sunshine for a long time. Morpheus boarded the castle along the spiral side stairs. On the first floor, came to a well-lit bedroom.

Boxes for books and various personal items are placed in the corner of the bedroom and living room. The huge windows overlook the hunting grounds, horse farms and gardens behind the castle, as well as the vast grasslands and seats not far away. The well-planned house took a deep breath, and Morpheus, sitting in a dark red armchair, was heavy for no reason.

Only when standing truly in this room, did Morpheus realize that what the family behind him had exceeded his own imagination-the wealth on the surface would always be the tip of the iceberg. This is the basic law of a large nobleman, so spectacular Even the cost of the magnificent castle has no need to mention, but multiplying these things by a hundred times may be the real value of this huge family.

Things that have a price are not necessarily valuable, but things that are valuable are certainly expensive. The Windsor family has many things that are priceless. Morpheus already vaguely understands the purpose of his father bringing him here, not just It is to dictate a few unimportant things, and let yourself explore what these family ancestors left behind may be his real purpose.

Thinking about this, Morpheus didn’t get up immediately, but searched the bedroom like obsessive-compulsive disorder, checked all the possible dangers, and then took out the books in the same way, put them neatly, and started. Routine learning and training until dinner.

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Big nobles full of details will always draw a line with the upstarts. Perhaps in the homes of those upstarts in the empire, you can see tableware in pure gold and sterling silver. You can see a bottle of red wine with amazing prices and amazing prices. Such expensive oil paintings or pure-blooded horses, but I can't see the few lines of warnings left on the walls to the head of the family, or the powerful swords and armor used by powerful family members who had beheaded Yalong. And the relics of the saints that have not even been heard by the Holy See.

After dinner, the Duke came to a gate engraved with countless magic circles, holding a simple but extremely delicate key. After a long thought, he gently unscrewed under the watch of Morpheus.

The oncoming scene is suffocating.

Golden and brilliant? No. What Morpheus sees is a showroom, unlike the treasure trove of ordinary people's imagination filled with gold and silver jewelry, but there are only some neatly arranged items that are magically fluctuating and scary.

The Duke also seemed to enter this room for the first time. He let Morpheus enter the room first, then followed, and then stopped in front of a display cabinet in a conspicuous place, looking at the items in the cabinet softly. : "St. Peter's robe, I didn't expect it to be really collected in the family as my father said."

The Duke Gujing's waveless face moved slightly.

“Part of the war between Byzantine and Gabriel at the beginning of the founding of the Holy See was due to the possession of similar relics. The two major denominations ceased after an agreement was reached at the Duchy of Milan. Many priceless relics, at that time, I always heard that a knight’s long sword was cast into the blood of Saint? Augustine or Saint? Constantine's clothing, as if his long sword would become shorter than the Naple magic steel short sword It's more sharp, but this rumor has indeed helped this genuine relic to stay in the Windsor family's mansion instead of being taken back by the Holy See."

A piece of white linen is quietly placed in a heavy glass cabinet. There is even a special magic circle to evacuate nearby air and keep it dry.

"Stay here? Isn’t it crazy?"

Morpheus swallowed. He understood that this kind of thing for the Holy See could reach the level of being able to be robbed by the “Knight of Divine Grace” who could be sent to the same name as the Temple but only serve the Holy See!

St. Peter, one of the proselytized disciples during the preaching of the Old Testament, this identity alone has enough people to worship without any hesitation.

"This may have to ask him."

The old Duke rarely showed a helpless expression, and pointed his finger to the only portrait painting hanging on the wall outside the rare treasures in the showroom, "Yizuer? Windsor, ruled by the Tribunal as heresy but not The lunatic who was executed and laughed and walked out of the referee, the most controversial person in the Windsor family so far...There is no one. Compared with other amazing talents or freaks, he must be the one who will not be the most common sense. The family had ups and downs for thirty years before and after he reached his hand. In the glory, even Queen Theodora had to carefully consider the decisions on Windsor. When the family was down, the family even needed to sell oil paintings to survive. When the family died and took over It makes no difference, this is not just a matter of luck or luck."

Listening to the interesting and slightly heavy secret stories of the ancestors, Morpheus can see the protagonist of the portrait with an elusive smile, and the bright and full of classicism in the oil painting Byzantine, rarely even can be said No painting has the darkness and vagueness of the one in front of it.

It is not the realism above the fireplace in the living room, but an unknown style full of freehand and impression, which makes Yi Zur? Windsor's face has a subversive madness, and his hands are not like ordinary portraits. It was gently placed on both sides, but pointed to both sides, as if to suggest something.

"St. Peter's robe, which may be a holy thing capable of turning the tide, but is more likely to push us into the abyss of purgatory," the light in the showroom came from the magic circle supported by the crystal core, and the Duke Acar gently paced Step, the face is hidden in the shadow of a sculpture called "David", and the expression cannot be seen clearly. "Turning on the family history, you will find that Yizuer rescued the family from the danger of collapse at least three times. Wisdom, I’m not as good as one in 10,000, but the family has not become the empire’s strongest man in his hands-although he has countless opportunities to do so, do you know why?"

Morpheus turned around, and the already mature face and Impressionist oil paintings of the former head of the family formed a wonderful composition in the eyes of the Duke.

The heir shook his head gently.

"Yizuer? Windsor, the only owner of the whole family who has made outstanding achievements but refused to bury his remains in the family cemetery. His last words are not long:'No flower can bloom perfectly, purple Iris is no exception, and what I did was to keep it from being gently picked off when it was blooming.”

"Perhaps, this is a pinnacle."

The old Duke whispered unconsciously, closing his eyes gently and taking a deep breath.

The things in the showroom were collected from somewhere by the crazy homeowner, including a large bottle of green dragon blood of golden blood, more than thirty magic scrolls of unknown power but horror, and Saint Laurent Cathedral The design drawings that originally decided the building, a whole piece of fur that looked like wolf skin was actually peeled off from the werewolf. In short, any item in this room is worthless and even priceless!

What does this mean?

"As you can see, the Windsor family can be firmly rooted in the empire. Until now, it has not been uprooted by the angry emperor of any emperor. The big thing is that...The big tree Windsor has deeply rooted its roots. Underground world."

The shocking fact is absolutely beyond Morpheus imagination.

Countless clips flashed through my mind. After leaving Hooke Town, he was attacked by blood races, almost killed by the powerful guy, the unlucky ghost dissected on the tower of Tarens School, and the puppet master and the werewolf outside the city of Constantinople. These dark creatures, which should belong to the underground order, surfaced one by one and appeared in front of them. Why is there such a reason?

"Although Hooke Town belongs to the remote area of ​​the empire, it is certainly easy for a powerful noble to kill a child accused of being a bandit, but you are fortunately dragged to the guillotine instead of being secreted on the road. Execution, I really thought I was lucky?" Duke Acar said some secrets that Morpheus would never think of in his life, "Some of the power of the underground order stopped the first thoughts because of the last request of this family. To assassinate your assassin, but they will only do this. If they are not, Hooke Town will not even see your body."

"Who did it?"

Morpheus has a feeling of depression. His little life just swings back and forth on a wire. It seems that he will die even if he doesn’t know who the murderer is at the time of death. It sounds sad.

"This is not important. The underground order is too complicated, and it is not as clear and clear as the distribution of the mainland empire. Even the rate of change is faster than you think. It’s not uncommon for yesterday to sell your life for you today. It’s not a matter of principle, it’s the rule.” The Duke opened the door of the collection room with more than ten stainless steel mechanical lock cylinders and guarded by the magic circle, and put the key lightly in the palm of Morpheus said: “This The collection room has not been opened for nearly two hundred years. Yizuer is one of the few homeowners with the status of a magician. One of his last words is that this key should be handed over to the next heir with this status. , But who can think of it as nearly three hundred years apart?"

"You are the last hope, the last glory of the purple iris."

Sighing softly, the Duke leaves in silence.

Heavy, this is the only mood and feeling of Morpheus.

The Morpheus who walked out of this gate took a deep breath, clearing his mind but not feeling better—his heart was invisibly covered with an unspeakable pressure from the so-called "underground order" , Morpheus, which originally believed that life is the first line of the campus dormitory in the tower, seems to have a new understanding of the term "aristocratic family" within an hour. Not only is the crisis of assassination lurking everywhere, but it also overrides common sense. The surging undercurrent that exists in the shadow but is hidden in the shadow, and is slightly inattentively involved in it, maybe it is no longer possible.

The setting sun shines into the huge restaurant. Only the father and son have a busy maid at the long dining table, but they are still deserted. The old duke’s face is slightly lonely under the afterglow. The Morpheus sitting next to the dining table was sitting next to me. I was slightly relieved. I didn’t say much when I was eating. Just after putting down the knife, I felt softly: “It’s enough for me to watch you grow up. "

In a word, how much bitterness is full?

Maybe Morpheus doesn’t agree with this father in his heart. He can even be said to have not seen him since birth, but at this moment, like a sensible son, he got up and gently supported Duke Acar, He couldn't say anything in his mouth, but accompanied his father all the way through the back door of the castle and walked gently in the back garden comparable to the royal garden.

The Duke’s smile hasn’t appeared on the vicissitudes of life for a long time, but at this moment he is happier than the Golden Cross Medal awarded by the Emperor in Constantinople to represent the highest honor of the empire. Looking at the huge family industry, the old Duke is deep Knowing that this glitz brings an unimaginable burden in addition to glory, resisting it is far more difficult than breaking out of a world alone.

"There is one thing, I think you may not ask about it in your life."

The sky was getting late and the moonlight was bright. The Duke sat on a wicker chair beside the stone road imported from the Far East. The old housekeeper Palfa stopped 15 meters away.

Morpheus held his breath slightly and stopped.

"Don’t you want to understand why I haven’t seen me once since I was born, and I don’t even know my real surname before Palfa finds you?" The Duke's voice was low and he was slightly trance, "All of these are Your mother ordered it."

As if there was a thunder, Morpheus only felt that his brain couldn't turn around.

Mother? This word reminded him of only a figure with a bucket waist and a crooked tombstone, but now he can be sure that it is by no means a biological mother, and that the Acar who is a duke can obey his wishes, and there must be something else. people!

The Duke looked at the son who was in a state of guilt, and he felt guilty. He continued: "This secret, I will only say it after you have experienced this danger. My identity is prominent. How prominent is it? Duke of Empire, Purple The head of the Iris family, the deputy commander of the army, the former head of the medical knights, the owner of the Imperial Golden Cross, one of the secret sponsors of the Byzantine Holy See, all of which are enough for anyone to look up, but I have to be serious and trembling Obey every sentence in the letter your mother sent me. If I say this, will it be difficult for you to accept?"

Morpheus is not difficult to accept, it is simply not acceptable.

“But that’s the fact, maybe you will understand these things when you really grow up, but I’m just letting you know that your identity is definitely not as simple as the heir of a large family, and you, A great mother."

The old prince, who thought he would ask questions about Morpheus, saw that his son quickly adjusted his emotions, exhaled gently, and said in a calm and calm tone: "An abyss without a retreat , The path I have taken may be doomed from birth."

Fate that admits fate, life that does not admit fate.

"There is no destiny, only people who are willing to walk."

The old prince looked at the silent night sky in the distance, whispering softly with the sound that maybe only he could hear.

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The next day.

Morpheus did not study the magic circle or read books in the bedroom as before, but walked out of the Duke’s Palace alone, without a carriage, without a guard, and there were a few so-called master protections around, and Morpheus did not care about these things , But walked out of the Duke's Palace in a plain robe, as if walking through the territory like a nobleman who Mullen Pingping often used.

The bustling streets are full of the hustle and bustle that the bustling city should have, while the Morpheus walking on the roadside has no focus on its eyes, it is not a loss of soul, but it is also a heavy worry.

For a few years, the forest life made him accustomed to a "worry-free" life. Every day, he only had to think about completing the tasks assigned by the old guy and filling his stomach. Now, the family honor and the underground are intertwined. Suddenly, the pressure brought by his mysterious mother appeared. Although it was invisible, it made Morpheus undergo a serious test. The taste of a mountain above his head is definitely a 15-year-old boy who needs to adapt slowly.

Inspecting the territory, it’s a little funny, but Morpheus is trying to understand a problem that Della mentioned before-that is, what is the so-called "remains" of Mu Lun.

Old housekeeper Palfa said that the ruins are traces left by the territory of Mulun. Abandoned buildings left by the two hundred years of war before and after the founding of Byzantine, there are more than ten places in the entire territory that could have been repaired or evened to build other The building, however, was ordered by the most famous homeowner in the Windsor family, Zur, to forbid not to make any alterations. This order has been implemented to this day, and no one asks why.

The Morpheus walking on the roadside is like a passerby. Although he has a high return rate with a dagger and wand in his waist, no one connects him to the son of the lord lord. It looks fair to spend three silver coins in a room. After eating lunch at the restaurant, he walked a few streets at random, but found that he had entered the slum area of ​​the territory.

In this area that will appear in any territory, the road is muddy and the atmosphere is slightly rancid. The childhood life is not better than these people. Where is the go? Morpheus has nothing to resist~IndoMTL.com~ just popped out of my mind One question: Can the three Merlot silver coins I just spent here save several dying families?

There are no beggars on the roadside, because there is no mercy here, rich people will not come to this dirty area to give mercy, they would rather donate money to the monastery and the God in their mouths, and would not come here to save one This is about the life of the wood.

Stopping, the open space in front of Morpheus is staged a farce where three children are fighting for a potato-in order to survive, where is the so-called dignity? At the same age, Morpheus is under the pressure that these children can't imagine, and as civilians, they are suffering the most unbearable hunger.

Who can say that he is happy?

As a believer, Morpheus wouldn’t draw a cross of meditation prayers, but just walked straight in and raised his hand to throw out a dagger that others never knew where to hide.

Potatoes clenched by a muddy hand clenched in response to the sound, and the few children who tried to tore them froze collectively.

"Give it to me."

Pointing at the dagger, Morpheus whispered to the three silent children.

The nobleman who appeared in the ghetto is too eye-catching. The short sword in his waist made him no different from the untouchable noble figure in the eyes of the people around him. The finger joints didn't hurt me, and my heart was shocked with words, the instinctive sense of resistance suddenly disappeared, and I reached up and handed the potatoes over.

Because of nutritional problems, these children who were close to Morpheus were shorter than him.

Morpheus didn’t take the potatoes, but reached out and drew his dagger, using an impersonal tone: "It’s not shameful to break the blood for a potato, but it’s shameful to eat it but still looking for it Potatoes."