Black Scepter Chapter 94: Crazy

~Date:~November 05~

Lampard ushered in a short period of calm, which may be the case for the Morpheus or the Fordingar Parade coalition forces, but it is clear that some forces that are not currently involved have begun their actions. M

One month later, Morpheus Ting played against Jeanna in a dedicated open space on the ground, and wiped his sweat.

Jeana put away the long sword given to him by Morpheus—the magical sword from Yizuer’s legacy was extremely sharp, and Jeanna, who had reached level “a” at this time, was already at the level of Gusica. Knight, but obviously her strength will be significantly improved with her killing. Morpheus also re-enters the eleventh level in the eyes of this mortal, so this pairing is just good for Morpheus.

Let Na be as silent as ever, and take Morpheus as the master, but never take off the dragon-headed helmet. After standing behind the Morpheus ellipsoid like a sculpture, she no longer has any movements, even blinking The two spots of blue light disappeared.

"I have always had a question," Morpheus walked towards the teleportation array back to the surface and asked, "Why should I refuse freedom?"

After disposing of all territories, Morpheus solemnly proposed to release the contract with Jeanna, but the knight in the soul state refused without much hesitation.

"Freedom is a poison to me."

Jeana, who didn’t give a reason, answered at the moment, "The free soul will dissipate, just like I can’t hold the long sword in the handshake again without the imprisonment of the armor."

"Why do you hold the long corner tight?"

"I only need commands, and that's enough."

Let Na follow behind Morpheus, no more words.

Morpheus suddenly wanted to ask about Jeanna’s life, but found that the magic circle in front of him shone with light-this meant that there was news on the ground that he needed to deal with, so in the end he still didn’t ask the exit and turned to the magic circle. Power flew towards the ground.

On the ground, a team from Cibalice stopped in front of the Earl’s Court.

Obviously, the last time a similar team came, the message was that Ballice was about to attack Fording-but now all the abacuses of his majesty are disrupted by Morpheus, and Ballice has not had time to take any military action. He was nearly killed by the sacred Gabriel and the Allied forces of the Ford Empire-although the lords of East Balice had prevailed in several battles, the support of the royal lords of the nobility, the strength of the noble lords was already stretched Today, the team of messengers from the royal family of Sibalice Butika has once again arrived in Siselin, the current core area of ​​East Balice. The purpose and the news brought by it are important exceptions.

As a lord, Hegel welcomed the royal envoys with more than a hundred people, but this ceremonial team of arrogant and no one has experienced war apparently scoffed at Sicelin’s slightly depressed atmosphere, even when facing The well-known Lord Hegel, the royal messenger wearing a red embassy robe, is not too polite, and can even be said to be arrogant.

Lord Hegel received the messenger in the slightly shabby Earl’s Hall. The atmosphere was not harmonious. The unsmiling Lord Lampard sat on the main seat and watched the expression of the red robe messenger had begun. It became a bit cold, with a soft and delicate face like a woman's messenger, and a parchment with a wax seal of royal emblem in his hand, proud.

Morpheus walked out of the dungeon, and far away saw the messenger guard team still riding on the horse outside the Earl’s Palace. The soldiers were dressed in delicate silver armor. For the sake of sorrow, the horse was even covered with a layer of dyed The red cotton armor, they did not dismount, and every one seemed to have no homage to the city of lords like Cecilin. Seeing this, Morpheus knew what the visitor was for, and reached out and snapped his fingers. Then he walked to the Earl’s Hall-the sphinx next to him jumped up to the towering wall next to him, then stood there staring at the group of knights no longer moving, and Hydera flew straight up, flying against the eaves beside To the second floor of Earl's Court.

Not far behind, let Na Mai step up to follow Morpheus without saying a word.

In front of the door of the Earl’s Hall, Morpheus Ting’s footsteps are no longer advancing-and the words in the hall have spread outside the house...

"This is a royal order, I think you should understand what this means--"

"I don't understand what you mean, if this is Buttigia's attitude, then I have no comment."

Hegel interrupted the other party’s words. He stared at the messenger’s eyes sharply and abnormally. Although he did not wear heavy armor during the war, his generous body even brought him. Unimaginable pressure.

"I think you misunderstood some concepts."

Swallowed, and the arrogant messenger was trembling with the power of Hegel before the conversation started-"This letter is from His Majesty Hasselblad, so..."

"Speak directly."

Hegel interrupted his nonsense directly.

“I mean—well, your majesty’s hand.”

In the end, he handed the rolled parchment directly to Hegel, no longer holding any racks--Hegel reached out and took it, looked down for a few seconds after tearing it, and then Fingers squeezed slightly, and then slowly raised his head.

The content of the first half of the letter is very formal. It is a set of commendation words from the royal family of Sibalice against the invaders of Dongbalice, and invites all the lords to Butija to participate in the award ceremony, etc., but after the letter Half of the gunpowder smelled very strong-the royal family even directly pointed out that Hegel would go to the royal family with "the man behind"!

Obviously, the facts of the puppet regime have been detected by the royal family, and this letter means a semi-open contradiction.

In the final analysis, Hegel, who is half a "lord", cannot be the master in this situation. His hatred with the Buttigian royal family stems from his surname, and how to confront the royal family becomes his willingness. Become an important reason for Morpheus to start-now, whether the choice to openly intensify the contradiction with the royal family is placed in front of him, but the heir of Glass has not acted rashly, he thought for a moment, and then said: "I think I need a friend Come in and talk."

Then, Morpheus and the attendant Jeanna walked into the lord's hall under the guard, and a messenger in red was puzzled--it was obvious that the content of the letter in his opponent was completely unknown.

When Jeana appeared in a heavy armor, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

"Sir, some news."

The messenger was dumbfounded. Hegel stooped down to lift the letter in his hand and handed it to Morpheus—obviously, he had decided not to continue the play.

But Morpheus does not have any superfluous expressions, reaching for the letter, and if no one is reading it, he directly uses elemental flame to burn it to ashes.

"Master Hegel, I think this involves conversations between lords, others should not--"

"Who are you?"

Morpheus directly seated, it seems that the decision has been made, and then looked up.

This sentence completely stunned the guy who originally wanted to say something to Hegel, and he hesitantly replied: "I am a messenger of the royal family of Buttigia and brought Hasselblad's hand to Lord Lampard— —”

"Why don't you leave yet?"

Morpheus interrupted him extremely rudely, his expression began to become extremely impatient, and waved his hand: "You are just a messenger, the letter has been delivered, what are you doing here?"

"You..."

Rao is seeing more scenes, and this humiliated messenger is also a little sleepy. He himself has a baronial title, although he only inherited it, but in a "small place" like Lampard, a Buttigia’s first-class courtesy is always the norm...but the stranger who appears suddenly seems to have no good intentions-Hegel’s momentum still makes him honest, but Morpheus is younger than himself. Why are children so arrogant?

"I came under the royal order and I must get a reply before I can leave. You-no right to expel me and humiliate me is equivalent to humiliating His Majesty Hasu!"

The guards pulled Jin Xiangcheng together, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Hegel didn’t say a word, and Morpheus slowly moved his gaze to the face of the excited messenger and chuckled: "Enemies with the royal family? Are you the final word?"

"Crazy!"

"Arrogant? When Lampard confronts more than a hundred thousand troops, do you guys feel jokes about jokes?"

Morpheus got up, and suddenly broke out and walked in front of this fellow who was much more terrifying than Hegel. He reached out and poke unceremoniously on the chest of the other party. I haven’t faced the enemy’s waste. Do I need me here to tell you what a real'arrogance' is?"

At this moment~IndoMTL.com~ The powerful breath of the eleventh level of Morpheus came out on the verge of nothing. The little baron who was not much bigger than himself in front of him instantly stiff and sweaty, he wanted to speak, but Half a syllable can't be spit out like something is pinched to the neck, the arm wants to be raised, but finds that the limbs are frozen!

There were six guards who came with the messengers in the hall of Earl’s Court. When they saw this scene, they immediately took the suburbs to protect the threatened baron messengers, but the sword hilt was just pulled out in their hands. Footsteps!

A huge figure blocked the light that was supposed to shine into the house.

Turning their heads, they saw a huge snake head for the first time, but then they found that the snake head belonged to the tail of a large Warcraft with a height of more than four meters! The viper-like snake head has hard scales and a pair of vicious triangular eyes. The scarlet snake's foot is more than half a meter long, and its open mouth is full of sharp and layered fangs. The tail of Finks-its body occupies the entire open space outside Earl’s Court. The low and explosive body faces the nearly 100 members of the messenger guard outside the door. The low roar reveals the undoubted majesty. !

"You.. How dare you do something with the messenger?"