Black Scepter Chapter 83: 1 story about depravity

(Walking far away, going to a field with my wife to attend a wedding, only to come back in five or six days, these days there are too many deletions and revisions, the outbreak may be hopeless, hope everyone understands!)

Pushing open the wooden door, the Duke came to the stone house where Morpheus rested. (M_bubble&book&bar)

Prince Castro, who stayed here to care for and monitor Morpheus’s injury, stood up. The old Duke waved his hand to express his courtesy, while Lilith was sitting by Morpheus’s bed, even standing up.

Speaking of it, Jeanne, who is still young, never imagined that he would see such a situation again when he saw this guy. The Morpheus in front of him did not have a clean smile when he was at Tarens School, but he was extremely poor-looking, like a streetman Like the old beggar who entered the soil, she almost completely lost her breath of life, which made her uncomfortable.

Zhond, who has never been in touch with the title of "Duke", raised his head and looked nervous, but Duke Acar said straightforwardly, "I am the father of Morpheus."

Jeand nodded.

"I know what he experienced with you in Tarens School."

The unhurried words of Lord Duke made Jeanne’s fingers squeeze slightly. She didn’t understand what the Duke wanted to say in front of her. Her eyes were extremely innocent.

And Lilith, who was always silent next to her, raised her head at this time-she with red eyes, only then realized that the little girl with some baby fat on the cheek seemed not so simple.

"Don’t be nervous, I just want to tell you that this is the monastery, where you live. I, just a father who is worried about his son’s injury." The Duke sighed and turned to Lilith, " Bishop Castro said he wouldn’t hurt."

Although I witnessed the healing of Morpheus's body wounds by holy therapy, Lilith was completely relieved until she heard the Duke's words, and she loosened the cavalry gloves that she squeezed and deformed. A breath.

Stay here is her initiative, and the Lord Duke has no way to refuse. After all, she is behind Prince Lankinus-sometimes when there is no decision, don’t make conclusive decisions, for example, the Duke is very easy Being able to notice that the two girls in front of them seemed to have a good opinion of their son, but this does not mean that they would take any action.

"No vision?"

There are too many doubts about the fall of Morpheus, so he asked Lilith to investigate at the moment.

"There are strange traces on the ground, unlike humans, it may be high-level Warcraft, I have sent three teams to investigate the radiation along the monastery, and the news will give back one hour at the latest."

"I always thought he was in Balice... But now it seems that it is not so simple-the detection range of "Eagle Eye" is not large enough. Just a few days ago, he said that Balice was invaded, but now It seems..."

The Duke sighed. Let's make a *book* (m)

And at this time, Morpheus woke up.

"Call--"

He breathed a sigh and opened his eyes slowly. His chest was unusually suffocating, making him feel as if he had never breathed. It was only after opening his eyes that he realized a problem.

Andalil didn’t kill himself?

Squinting, Morpheus saw himself sleeping in a humble stone house, the orange glow of the fireplace stretched his shadow, he settled, turned his head slightly, and saw a familiar in front of the fireplace Back view.

"Father...Father?"

The unfamiliar vocabulary has different meanings. Morpheus stuttered when it was spoken in Byzantine. Duke Acar looked at Morpheus without much joy or excitement, but nodded. That impression of Morpheus is always There is a majestic face at this moment without the previous stereotypes.

"Child, you are all right, this is fine."

Men don’t talk too much nonsense, looking at the awakening Morpheus, he finally said so few words and then stopped speaking, but Morpheus could feel the emotion behind the duke’s father who wanted to stop talking, He took a few deep breaths and found that his body was basically back to normal. He reached out and touched his shoulder and found that there was no incompleteness.

However, a sudden flash in his mind caused him to sweat in a flash—"Where is this? Where did you find me, father?"

The Lilith next to him seemed to endure the impulse, and his voice interjected weirdly: "Byzantine, Verga City, you fell here from the sky..."

Morpheus turned her head, looking at the girl who had played the temper of Missy in front of her. In the impression, her skin color was not so deep, and her hair would not be tangled together greasyly. The armor on her body was always dry. It was clean, but now the prince's daughter is like a veteran who has just climbed back from the battlefield.

But recalling the terrible Demon-level existence, Morpheus, who had no time to say any old words, jumped up from the bed and said, "You haven't been attacked? Didn't you see anything strange?!"

This series of interrogative questions made Lilith, who was confused, stunned. What she originally wanted to say was asked by Morpheus, and instinctively replied: "Other? No... You lie all over with a wound." On the ground."

"Nothing else? Or traces?"

Morpheus turned his head, but he saw Jeanne--a few faces that had not been seen for a long time appeared one after another, making him almost think he had an illusion--but when he thought of Andaril’s existence, he felt it now The only bitter cold.

Jeand, Duke Acar, and Lilith all looked at him strangely, but no one would think that Morpheus was crazy-the old Duke asked seriously, "What do I need to do?"

Morpheus looked at the father and Lilith in front of her, and tried to breathe calmly, and finally slowly said: "Can I be quiet first?"

The Duke nodded and looked at Lilith and Jeanne. The three of them walked out of the room together before they could say any extra words. Jeanne looked a bit pitiful before a word, but Morpheus did not dare Too much emotion.

"Click."

The wooden door was locked, and Morpheus slumped directly on the bed behind him.

But at the next moment, a voice that shouldn’t be here sounded next to my ears-"Family...friend...how familiar it feels."

Damn...

Andaril’s soft voice made Morpheus’s blood almost coagulate. He turned his head stiffly, and found that the demon sitting on the bed was a perfect figure.

What should I do?

Morpheus failed to make any resistance. He knew that with his own strength or his father’s strength, it would not be enough for this guy to watch one hundred, so he simply asked: "Why not kill me?"

Andalil in a gauze looked up, far from the rage or mania that Morpheus had seen before, and suddenly she appeared here like a normal woman, and asked in a funny way: "Yes Isn't it necessary to endless killing to be called a demon?"

This sentence makes Morpheus unable to answer.

Andariel sits on the bed without any strangeness, and she is a little more than half a meter away from the Morpheus. She said, "I could have turned this place into another hell, I can torture any of you Soul-and let them tell all the secrets I want to know, the devil should be like this in your eyes, isn't it?"

"But killing you, I have no advantage, but it will provoke a big disaster-you did not die, because when I really saw my situation, I suddenly discovered that my destiny is more than I thought. Sad, and your survival may be my only turning point."

She turned her head, and the fair face was teased.

Morpheus never thought that a demon would speak to himself in such a calm tone. The only thing he can know is that Andalil in front of him does not seem to be “crazy”…or “selfish”.

At this time, Andariel smiled self-deprecatingly, "How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen? Me? Since I saw this building, I realized that I had been away for too long... It seems More than a thousand years?"

"Wait," Morpheus suddenly realized something. He frowned, looking at Andalil in front of him, and said in disbelief: "You mean... you used to--"

"Here...it was the warmest and cruelest place I have stayed in."

Andariel raised his head, looked at the old ceiling, took a deep breath, got up like a human and walked to the window mullion, touching all the ancient traces in this room with his fingertips.

No one will know that Andariel lived here in a time older than Gusica, but at that time the monastery was not a monastery, but a "shrine" used to worship the gods. For the people who believed in the gods at that time, the "priest" of the temple was the monk today, the priest, and the existence that people needed to admire.

Andalil is the most beautiful and talented "priest" of that era. The younger one has the beauty of being jealous of all gods, and also has the recognized potential-only fifteen years old At that time, she reached the level of the clergyman who had never appeared at this age, and according to the high priest, Andariel was the most promising existence of the title of "celestial chooser" of that era. Countless people came to the temple, just to see Andariel, "the caregiver of the gods".

But these are the beginning of the disaster.

Arrogance, arrogance, obsession with her beauty and growing paranoia have made Andariel gradually forget her responsibilities. Even if she has outstanding strength, she begins to fear that her face will pass over time like ordinary people. And the terrible consequences of aging, she prayed day and night, but the content was to pray to the gods for her face forever-but tragedy followed, and her face suffered irreparable in an unknown accident. The damage caused by it is that the perfect face disappears completely in front of people's eyes.

Andalil was punched into "Hell from "Heaven"~IndoMTL.com~ She was the darling of the gods, but was destroyed by her own life. She reached out to Heaven and prayed for mercy, but was swallowed by the vortex of Hell.

Andalil disappeared--in the age of old and unknown details, the once most beautiful and most promising "priest" disappeared from people's vision after crying and crying after the end of a prayer , Does not appear again.

What should be sung, often disappeared in the long river of history, and what should be forgotten, but always remembered by the good deeds, after a thousand years, the former shrine was abandoned by the previous city masters or even the patriarch Ignored because there is still a story still circulating here.

A story about depravity.

"You are scared." Andariel looked back from his memory and looked at Morpheus. "I can feel your inner fear, which is the same as when I was in purgatory: you don't know the next moment What happened-but you have no choice but to endure it, don’t you?"

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