Black Scepter Chapter 9: Damn human
>The more we go west, the more obvious the climate changes.
The humidity in the air is gradually increasing, the temperature is rising, and the severe snowstorm in East Ballice is nowhere to be seen. Even the green plants on the roadside can often be seen-spring seems to have arrived a month early.
After leaving Geshe City, the Morpheus team continued to move all the way, and he was immersed in the process of learning the barbarian martial arts every day. After being hit by Heisel’s fist again and again within a few days, he began to attack the body. The muscles of various parts have a deeper understanding, and they really start to learn to realize the potential of the entire body. For the Morpheus who has just been exposed to this concept, the barbarian’s combat skills are magical. Multi-inheritance, but only a unique way of cultivation, and the real combat moves are entirely created by their accumulation in battles.
On this point, he felt the bravery and fortitude in the blood of the tenacious race in the extreme north.
Five days after leaving Geshe City, a group of people arrived at the first big city "Dalman" within the influence of the imperial city of Buttigia. From the moment they entered the gate, the bustling atmosphere here made them feel their territory The gap between the inside and here-by contrast, the city of West Sellin that experienced the war can only be regarded as a third-rate city. Here, shops are all over the city, and the carriages passing by on the street are gorgeously decorated and full of heritage. Theaters, arena, casinos, brothels abound, and when the Morpheus fleet is passing by, the civilians around seem to be much lazy.
But obviously, this team has long been watched, and it didn’t take long for the team to enter the city. A team of people stopped in front of the car. Politely invited Morpheus and his party to visit the residence of Viscount Huber in the city-this was not intended The Morpheus, who thought about it, wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it for a while, he finally agreed.
However, when he arrived at the Viscount’s mansion, only Hegel and Heisel were invited. Morpheus was treated like a coachman and was arranged in a tavern not far away.
However, Morpheus didn’t care about the possible conspiracy and tricks. When Hegel was left alone in the Viscount’s mansion, Hydera quietly landed near the mansion from the air to monitor the situation at any time. At this moment, Morpheus completed his treatment of himself. After the "Muscle Training" program, he directly asked Andalil, who was beside him, and said, "Let Na tell me you are promoted."
The latter is looking out of the window thinking about something. Hearing his question, he turned his head and said, "Are you here to congratulate me?"
"A person jumps two levels for no reason without any exercise. I think you need to explain it to me." Morpheus's defense against Andalil is definitely much more than ordinary people see. He looked at Andariel’s eyes and added: “This is the order.”
"Have you ever thought about whether your own strength has advanced too fast?"
Andariel pointed to himself, "My situation is similar to yours, you signed a contract with the little bat, the soul is linked together, so the strength will always go in her direction, and I-- "
"Soul also affects strength?"
Morpheus frowned, he had never been exposed to this theory.
"All matter in this world is connected. If you want to become stronger, you have to accept this theory," Andariel turned his head. "The stronger you become, the better, so that you can go Save your little bat, and I can have some strength to avoid being killed inexplicably."
"So, as long as I live, will you have a way to restore your previous strength sooner or later?"
"I said this very early, and of course, the winners don’t care about the complaints of the losers, do they?"
Although Andariel’s body is a 14- to 5-year-old girl’s touch, the tone of his speech is always an old-fashioned look.
Morpheus didn’t talk much, looked at the Viscount’s mansion not far away from the window, and sighed: “I’m walking towards an unknown abyss step by step, and you as the most promising let me pull me People, but I wish to push me into it by hand, but did you ever know why I listened to you?"
"Indiscriminate medical treatment? I use my own method to prove to you that what I said is not wrong. Do you think it makes sense to learn it? Do you need to have too many questions?" Andariel gathered his black hair. Putting his long legs on a comfortable recliner, "I used to vow to torture your soul slowly until it completely dissipated...Trust me, the mother of pain never said anything."
"You are no longer the mother of pain," Morpheus doesn't seem to have any pressure on her oath. "You are a human being, a thorough human being. Do you still want to use the world view in purgatory To decide how to do things yourself? Or is purgatory more comfortable for you and makes you feel happier?"
Morpheus’s gaze did not lift, “My trust is not blind, at least sometimes I can feel that you are still a human being, but you are always trying to tell yourself an irreversible fact and force yourself to believe it— —”
"My identity is not your turn to judge."
Andaril suddenly froze his face, and seemed to be stung by something, so he looked away, and there was no calmness before.
"If you want to start with Jeanna, I will not allow it."
After a while, Morpheus suddenly popped out of this sentence, but it made Andalil's brows frowned.
Waiting for what she said, Morpheus got up and left the room. Before he walked out of the hall, he only left a sentence--
"Don’t walk out of this room, this is also an order."
Andariel’s eyes widened — this was the first time she was “forbidden” under the orders of Morpheus, plus the words he had just said, this “old guy” with more than four digits suddenly I feel so depressed for a long time...
"Damn human!"
After finishing this sentence, she found that she even scolded herself in, and she suddenly felt angry.
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Heysel and Hegel have any unexpected encounters at the Viscount’s mansion, and Morpheus will not be surprised-because the situation is very delicate: on the one hand, the royal family is inviting themselves to "consult" with the imperial city of Buttigia. Countless guys are waiting to unload themselves. To be honest, if you want to really gain a foothold in Bali, the only thing you have to do is four words: no mercy.
The obstruction that these nobles or the royal family faced in front was nothing more than a step to gain an equal dialogue with his majesty. Morpheus understands that he is still just a young man with strength and ambition in the eyes of the royal family, but personally After all, it is impossible to fight against the entire royal family. The "night watchman" is still far from the standard of "rich enemy".
"Morpheus Windsor, ha--you may not know me, but allow me to introduce myself," Morpheus was stopped by a gray-haired middle-aged man just after he walked out of the room door, "Viscount Chuck Bolton, Bo The Dunton family controls most of the fisheries on the West Balice coast, and I am the current owner of the Bolton family-are you interested in it?"
"Is it relevant to control fisheries?"
Morpheus raised his head and looked at this apparently ill-advised guy: "Or did you decide to abandon other partners and work with a dangerous, unknown guy who was identified as an enemy by the royal family?"
"Of course, it’s not that simple. Finding you is not just talking about some things my family is good at, is it? There are a lot of things that can be discussed between nobles-I don’t believe that if the interest relationship we have reached is only Will stay in the fishery."
Morpheus was undecided. A soldier came to the next room directly after the opponent, and as soon as he sat down, he saw two silent assassins appearing behind the viscount.
"You are strong, I don’t deny this, because the entire Balice cannot deny what you did in the fight against the northern invaders. For me personally, it’s possible to do so at a young age. Become a big tree worth cultivating in the eyes of the royal family." Chucks boasted. With open arms, he seemed to have seen the bright future of Morpheus.
"Oh, it seems that you are not well informed."
Morpheus leaned back casually and tilted Erlang’s legs. He could see that the two assassins on the opposite level were ranks, not just them. There were two guys lurking in the shadow behind him, one of them The level is level I-but obviously Morpheus knows what he has to deal with since he walked into this room.
"Zha-What Viscount, I don’t deny your politically seemingly good diplomatic rhetoric and means, but I want to know one thing..." He casually took out a fragment of the sacred gun, "Dang Yi" Put it on the table—the image of the fragment of the sacred lance is like a piece of rusty scrap iron, without the touch of a weapon, but Morpheus's words reveal a self-evident chill: "The three heretical judges The giants, the three holy clergymen in the Pope’s Hall, more than one hundred thousand troops, and countless enemies you can’t imagine have stopped in front of me. I have fought against them one by one, and survived.”
He sat up slightly, staring straight at the still-comfortable Viscount, and said, "And do you think the four crappy assassins would scare me to kneel and beg for mercy? Or think of this situation? Just want to deter me?"
The room is instantly quiet and abnormal.
The sweat beads began to appear on the forehead of the Viscount-indeed, as Morpheus said, he wanted to solve the assassin’s assassination to solve this "thorny" trouble for the royal family, and thought that this could bring himself Countless awards-more than twenty nobles like himself have sharpened their swords and waited for the assassination of the young people in front of him, but he found that the royal family seemed to have missed something when it spread the news about Morpheus...
"Oh, you were the first one to find me, so I will give you a chance to save your life or choose to listen to my request?" Morpheus pointed his finger at the viscount's finger, "Don't think that your ring can play a key role. Even if ten "Cobo's Thunder" point to me, I am sure to cut your head before your spellcasting ends."
"Also, if the guy behind me takes a step further, I can’t guarantee that there will be any surprises in this room."
Morpheus is like a hob meat, sitting extremely powerfully at the negotiating table that has not been balanced since the beginning.
Chucks froze for a while, but this caused him to forget to immediately warn his assassin to stop attacking...
"Click!"
Morpheus sat on the seat without any action~IndoMTL.com~ A dagger hitting the element shield appeared at the back of the neck. Before the dagger bounced off, a force suddenly fell from the surface of the shield. Explode!
Although Heisel’s fist will make Morpheus feel pressure, when a person above the level of α freely uses his elemental power, the consequences will never be that simple-the guy who attacks Morpheus is exploded in the reverse direction The elemental debris penetrated the body, and it was nailed to the wall a few meters away before any dodge!
"Stop...Stop!"
The Viscount hurriedly raised his hand to stop it, rubbing the cold sweat from his cheeks.
"Answer a question--" Morpheus pointed at each other, and asked the nobleman who was completely misguided, "How much resources are you going to use to buy your life?"
But before waiting for the other party to answer, he suddenly narrowed his eyes—because there was a violent explosion outside the house!
The sound comes from the Viscount House.