Black Scepter Chapter 9: Daggers and scarves
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Morpheus clearly remembers a total of 20 people in this line, 18 battle-protected knights and himself and the old housekeeper-but when he saw the scene in the main hall, he had to lament the big noble at some point How great is the network used and the energy behind it.
At least more than 30 guard knights are waiting outside the door. In addition, there are more than a dozen fresh faces standing indifferently on the periphery of the entire hotel, with a badge that symbolizes the strength of the sword master looming on the chest.
A large family, not only in their own entrenched countries, have the power of intertwining. In other words, a nobleman who has been in business for more than 500 years will have unimaginable connections and strength throughout the empire.
"Alert."
The old housekeeper gave the order, and there were all kinds of soldiers running on the street. It seemed that they should be the city guards of Padine. The messy footstep statement clearly showed that they were just coming together.
Morpheus naturally does not need the sense of security brought about by this number of people. After seeing the strength of the old butler, he already understands what he should pursue in the future.
Are there similar assassinations?
For a teenager who is not slow in mind, what he has just experienced can already be seen in detail-is Constantinople safe? No one can guarantee that if it is safe, perhaps the Duke, who has never heard of the name, would have come to find himself because the heir was killed.
He understands what his identity means. Inheriting the mantle of the nobility does not mean that he can sit in the glory and wealth without paying a price.
The hilt is rubbing between the fingers. For the first time, the Morpheus has a stronger desire for power-in the jungle, this is to kill prey and the desire to escape from the mouth of the predator, and now, gradually Turned into the kind of ambition to stand at the top of the huge food chain.
A fifteen-year-old child has this idea. Perhaps it is a bit late for those Constantinople "Pride of Heaven", but it is not too late for Morpheus.
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"Actually the bounty hunter of the Gundoslan family, I really hope that this is not the instigation of the Duke Christopher. Could a nobleman really use such dirty means to achieve his purpose?"
Maybe it’s something that comes to mind. Palfa, who understands the dark side of the nobility, sighed, a little silent, and then asked respectfully to Morpheus, "Master, this kind of attack may not be less along the way. It just appeared Gang Dao. The Slan family bounty hunter, this family called "the souls are sold to the Aztec gold coins" by the blood family has never lacked the strong people who sell their lives for money. They are sharp fangs in the shadows. We need to be careful at all times. "
Inadvertently glanced at the movement of the dagger in Morpheus and his subsequent eloquent posture to let Morpheus understand what he was wondering, and took out the dagger donated by Tang Jidi De, Morpheus said: "This is left by the old guy My only gift, maybe you don’t know how stupid he is, in short, I will not throw this thing, maybe I will give it back to him when he is old."
Daggers aren’t sharp, they don’t see good or bad in the indoor light, but the old housekeeper who knew the goods still tapped the sword body lightly after obtaining the Morpheus’s consent. The pupil shrank, and the dagger was returned with both hands.
"We need to speed up the journey, if the young master needs a carriage--"
"No need."
"Let's start early in the morning."
Lamented by the determination of the young master, Old Palfa didn’t say anything nonsense, retired respectfully, rearranged a stern bedroom surrounded by guardian knights and let Morpheus rest, while he was guarding in front of the door .
The silent and quiet hotel seems to have happened just now. The frightened boss trembles his fingers and sits in a daze at the bar where he doesn’t usually sit, looking at the heavy bag of gold coins in his hand.
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It was just dawning. The master of Padine city, Count Blair, walked off the carriage in a black low-key robe, and the team of heirs of the Windsor family was ready to leave in front of the hotel. A team of dozens of knights was suppressed and silent. .
"Thanks to the Blair family for their help."
The Morpheus, who knows the identity of the coming person, has not yet been put on the table, and he has formally performed a noble ceremony without any arrogance. This made the Earl Blair flattered, and even the gift box he held was almost forgotten to send.
The old housekeeper next to him raised his eyebrows slightly because of the young master’s move-this was the first time he saw the young master saluting.
This is the result of training, it is not something you can learn by looking at it.
"The Blair family has always respected the Windsor family. The Padine city failed to entertain the young master with satisfaction, and hope the young master will forgive me."
"You are welcome."
Morpheus will not have too many aristocratic rhetoric, the scene is enough, the old housekeeper played the round in a timely manner, took the gift of the earl, bowed back, and Earl Blair is not very interesting What to say, watched the team before me leave without saying a word.
Britney walked off the Earl’s carriage after the entire team left. The girl named Flower of Padine wore a veil and was slender and elegant, with a youthful and elegant goose egg face. She was the entire Padine Man's dream lover.
But it seems that the heir to the duke is not interested in her.
"Father, doing so may make him forget me."
"Several years later, maybe he will have an impression on you, which is enough."
Count Blair has a face slightly covered with white powder. Although he is not wearing expensive clothing, there is still a string of precious crystal necklaces on his neck, and a family badge is also worn on his chest.
Of course, this kind of low-key low-key is a kind of politics. Britney narrowed its eyes and looked at the team that had disappeared in the early morning mist, turned around and walked into the carriage with his father, without saying a word.
The green eyes are as bright as the ambition, and they are no less than the father of the count.
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"Such a pursuit of power is a standard aristocrat, right?"
After a long journey, Morpheus turned his head and asked the old housekeeper who was silently behind him, but the answer was somewhat unexpected.
"The nobles are not only the task of pursuing power. Take the human group as an example~IndoMTL.com~ Philosophy, poetry and other things will only be derived after obtaining enough food, and Earl Blair...just just left It's just the stage of food and clothing."
The old housekeeper stayed in the Duke’s house for a lifetime. Naturally, these things are much more thorough than Morpheus, which has not been in contact with nobles.
"On the one hand is the Earl of Crazy Climbing, on the other hand is the blood clan that was assassinated at any cost, it is really a crazy world."
"Crazy may be rare for individuals, but in an era in which a group, society, or even ethnic group is accustomed to it, madness is not a rare thing."
"This sentence is very interesting."
"This is what your father said, young master, he is always laughing at himself and not crazy enough."
The old housekeeper replied lightly.
Morpheus sighed, and immediately changed the subject, and opened the gift box of Earl Blair, an exquisitely shaped dagger, with a white silk scarf against a white light scarf.
Morpheus narrowed its eyes slightly, but did not reach for the dagger first, but pulled out the scarf below gently.
The faint lines show the scarcity of the scarves. The silk imported from the far east has the same value as gold, and it is also filled with a faint scent. Morpheus confirmed that this taste is the noble eager to dedicate last night Qianjin's personal scarves.
Looking gently at the delicate dagger in the box, Morpheus understands that this gift is far more than simple on the surface.
"Daggers and scarves, Count Blair's ambition is really blatant."
The old housekeeper glanced at the gift box at random, and continued: "The daggers sealed by the high-level arcanist, Padine is really a city that does not lack wealth."
"Magic?"
"Why?" The Palfa housekeeper raised his eyebrows slightly. "Master doesn't know magic?"
"I don’t know."