Black Scepter Chapter 79: The rain is coming


To solve the laboratory experiment today... At least this week should be able to ensure that Saturday broke out, maybe two or three or ten thousand, let me finish my paper, thank you for your understanding!

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Sunday, worship.

In the early morning of every Sunday, St. Palmer College conducts a group prayer for the whole college. This ceremony has never stopped since the school was built. No matter whether there is war, plague, disaster, flood or even earthquake, St. Palmer The bell will still ring on Sunday, without interruption.

Jeand sat in the corner of the cathedral, raised his head, and looked at the sunlight from the dome, slightly trance.

He didn’t come.

The sound of prayer around was empty in the empty church, except that there were some babies on the cheeks. Jeanne seemed to be distracted for the first time. After the prayer was over, the movement was slowed by half a beat. When she came, she quickly looked around, and took a light breath. Fortunately, no one noticed this unintentional mistake.

Out of the gate, St. Pamir’s Cathedral is more magnificent under the blue sky in autumn.

Jiande rarely went to the library today to face the ancient and silent scriptures, because Dean Paul told her that a young man should better accept the changes in the world. The speed is faster than the speed of adapting to your own reality, otherwise you can only stay in lonely and boring corners with those hard monks, and the only action left is to look up and accept the only Holy Light.

Zende with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth puckered her mouth today. The sunny autumn day caused her to raise her head to look up at the sky and squint. She sat on the stone bench beside the path of the seminary, Jeanne Some playful hands raised to cover the sun, and the feet under the wide robe shook slightly, but no one knew what she was thinking.

"There is sunshine in the heart, and the road is not obstructed."

Quietly read the words Aquinas used to write on parchment paper. At first, she was a little depressed. The corner of her mouth finally lifted up again. She jumped from the stone bench and straightened her waist to look into the distance. Jeanne walked happily towards the church, leaving a relaxed and carefree back.

Just as soon as he entered the church, Jeanne stopped her steps with wide eyes.

The seminary students in front of me are respectfully giving way to the road, it seems that what is coming out of the main hall in front of them. Jeanne hurriedly moved aside, meditation on the words in the "Theological Encyclopedia": "No matter where you are, whether you are facing a king or a beggar, the awe in our hearts should always be the first."

However, a figure from a distance beckoned, letting the Joan of the coming person stop, and then some small trespasses rushed over-one of the two figures walking out of the main hall was St. Pamir The dean of the college, Paul, who looked like a middle-aged man, smiled and let Jeanne walk beside him. He didn't mean the old man beside him with his own praise for the new student, and the old man in black and red robe His face was kind, and he nodded slightly, but he looked like he was over sixty years old. His left eye had a bleak scar across his lower eyelid, slightly weird. He held a gray-black wooden stick like a magician instead of a magician. Clergyman.

The old man in black robe smiled and drew a holy cross at the entrance of the church separately from the dean Paul, expressing gratitude and praise to Joan the "gift of the Lord", and then left alone, slightly lightly The black robe posed in the sunlight showed a dazzling Xiao Suo.

Paul looked at the "old friend" who had left, and there was not much change in his face.

The dean of the seminary dedicated to the Lord does not have a noble and fancy mask. He paused for a moment and then asked quietly to Jeanne d’Or: "There is such a person in this world-he firmly believes in his Existence is for killing. He firmly believes that his heart always yearns for hell. He never looked up to heaven. Perhaps he will not have any confession in his heart until the end of life. Can such a person enjoy the glory of the Lord after death?"

Jeand looked at the dean who was a lot taller than her, thinking for a moment, and replied in a slightly childish voice: "The Lord said that he who never looked up may not go to heaven, and those who have never killed, may not go to hell. , It’s not just the light that expels the darkness. People who stand at a lower place are sometimes closer to the truth than those at a higher place."

"That's what I said, but I don't want Jeanne to embark on this path."

The dean nodded gratifyingly, then looked at the figure on the wagon as he walked into the distance, and fell into contemplation.

Pure black tall horses are unusually dazzling in the sun-it is black like an abyss, with no brown or red base, as if the sun stopped there, and the figure is a little taller than the average pure blood horse. The creature named Zorinima is not a species of continental origin, but a "man-made species" that was cultivated by some taboo laboratories thousands of years ago. It has a tall body and good endurance. It is rare in the world today, but in the Byzantine empire, there is only one The institution's carriage uses this cherished breed of dark horse.

Religious Tribunal.

The logo of the six-pointed star on the carriage is mixed with obscure and fearful patterns of ordinary life. Each star represents the six giants of the tribunal with their own duties. No matter how their specific work is, no one will ever be curious. Go to explore-because there is a wide-spread saying in the empire: "Want to experience the cruelest battlefield? What you do is not to apply to enter the six knights or twelve army corps, the fastest and most direct way It is to apply to enter the arbitration institution of the religious tribunal, where is the paradise of the bloodthirsty butcher."

The old man who just got on the carriage is the leader of the "Sword of Judgment", one of the six giants of the Tribunal. He is a priest with the status of the Holy Grail Knight above the Grand Knight. As for his other identities or skills, no one knows In the past few decades, the heretical trial of the "sword of adjudication" that he had been sitting in had been enough to make up the total population of a territory. On the contrary, it was a terrifyingly high casualty rate.

Always a kind-hearted Graheide often looks like a mage, saying that he is a clergyman, not even as imposing as the bishop, there is no holy knight’s sword in his waist, and he is always gray and black. The wooden staff walked the world, but it seemed inviolable.

I came here today to personally query St. Pamir’s College, a treasure trove of theological books, and to confirm from my old friends the significance of a recent uproar in the upper capital of the imperial capital, but the answer seems to be mixed.

Murental's "Angel Coming" incident brings more than just a contract.

"The people who should come will always come and look up to hell, this is the meaning of the sword of ruling."

The old man in the carriage looked at a scroll titled "Windsor" in his hand and squinted softly.

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Morpheus feels...I seem to understand Ashcandi's personality status.

This miserable woman is a weird character with a double personality or understood as "two souls" according to Morpheus, but fortunately it seems that the **** horror dark queen will only appear after nightfall, and In the daytime, it will be hidden in this body called art, and it will not appear casually. In the daytime, this beautiful woman who likes to wear an elegant dress to visit the Duke’s Palace is a young woman. Miss Fording aristocrat, in terms of details, she has all the traditional nobles of the Fording empire. Compared to the Byzantine split from the ancient Siga empire, it is clear that the noble rules of the old powerful country, Fording, are more cumbersome and more detailed. When she walked alone in the Duke’s Palace, she never touched anything casually. She was really curious, and asked Morpheus, who was dragged by her to “visit” together, and the latter faced all kinds of questions she expected. The dumb in the middle can not answer one.

Lively, agile thinking, and jumping personality, but Ashkandi's seemingly impenetrable surface is specifically thinking, Morpheus can not understand.

"Jill? Windsor, Mrs. Yizuer, I have had the pleasure of seeing it, and that is perhaps the most elegant noble lady I have ever seen." Ashcandy was "nostalgic" in the Ducal Palace without fear. She looked at some portraits of past noble members in the hallway, and was interested. Sometimes she bent her back and opened her eyes to observe the details of the painting, and sometimes withdrew a few steps to make Morpheus stand beside the painting to compare with the appearance of a certain ancestor. Where, I didn't consider myself an outsider.

And Morpheus's face is like a bitter gourd.

It’s not like Lilith’s unreasonable trouble~IndoMTL.com~ Ashcandi will always stop when Morpheus loses patience or a little irritability. It’s so good to face and never touches the bottom line. Both the back garden and the racecourse walk around.

At lunch, Lord Duke seems to have something to go out. When the two met face to face, Ashcandi laughed and talked to Morpheus about some anecdotes of hundreds of years ago. The atmosphere is relaxed and relaxed, but it makes Morpheus very uncomfortable.

Is this the horror character who raised his hand and chopped his head and blasted the ruins into a big hole?

Morpheus will never forget that scene—the golden light that appeared on the head flashed an unrecognizable spell magic pattern, and Ashcandi, with a red eyes and a violent breath, made at least fifteen for Morpheus in one second During the second attack, Morpheus stood at the spot and saw that every blow could kill at least one hundred punches and kicks, and the surrounding rock walls collapsed and burst until they collapsed and collapsed. Everything can no longer be described in words. Shocked.

Is this the limit of physical power?

"When chatting with a noble lady, you shouldn’t be distracted, Morpheus."

A shock, Morpheus's gaze slightly raised, Ashcandy's small mouth slightly poked in front of him was really not related to the horrible figure in his mind. The feeling of abnormal violation made him wonder what to say. What is good, eventually nodded and bored to eat.

But the presence of the old housekeeper interrupted the awkward silence. The mansion where the old duke was not, Morpheus was the master, but the visitor who appeared suddenly this time seemed a bit aggressive.

There are a total of five people waiting for Morpheus in the living room. The uniform dress, the cold atmosphere and a slightly domineering atmosphere make Morpheus wandering down the stairs frowning.

And Ashcandi, who was curious to follow behind, was very concealed and tilted his mouth.


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