The Black Scepter

In Tarrens College, the role of money is greatly reduced, because the students who can enter this college have almost no family poverty, and the composition of people who are rich or expensive also leads to more levels of disputes- The students’ castles are deeper, and their intrigues and tricks are more cunning. Although they are not as good as the old aristocrats who are really turning upside down in the political chess game, they will eventually move in that direction one day.

But Murphys is one of them.

Because of the dispute with the riding teacher in the riding basic training class, Murphy simply rode an ordinary warm-blooded horse and achieved a thousand-yard test score that broke the college record, and then the same course was marked on the curriculum Go-compared to the experience of being thrown by the old guy of Tang Ji Tuo De, a dark horse that can't be named, and being thrown down 1,373 times in a row, this class is too pediatric.

He has become a legend among freshmen. A desolate aristocrat seems to be low-key but always behaves exceptionally, but no teacher can ever have appropriate reasons to scold. This contradiction makes many students envious and jealous.

Time has passed, ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Murphy has gradually adapted to this kind of life that is not stressful-for him, living in an environment where you don’t have to worry about poisonous food and learn without worrying about someone stabbing in the back It's a break, but the only problem is that there is still zero communication between him and the so-called "classmates" or "same ages."

Not only was he indifferent, but also because no one dared to talk up-even if his performance and the identity marked by the short sword in the waist would attract the attention of some girls who wanted the status of nobility, no one dared to take the initiative to tell him What words.

His short sword is not used to bluff people. The students of the same grade have basically heard about the defeat of the basic swordsmanship instructor by his sword. The instructor has two crossed daggers on the chest and three silver bottoms. The crossbar badge, which represents the identity of a high-level swordsman, is sufficient to serve as a captain or even a major in the Imperial Army.

The students all knew the fact that although this nobleman was poor, he was ruthless enough.

...

"Hello there."

One clear afternoon, Murphy suddenly heard greetings from behind.

The gradually cold weather made Murphy change a slightly cumbersome dark tone robe. Although there was no low-key from the previous one, but he did not see any expensive value. Walking in the main teaching area and "Will Knight Racecourse" "He stopped on the middle road and turned to look at this guy who seemed to follow him for a long time.

A white robe, thinner than Murphy, a pair of friendly and warm eyes, slightly messy hair, and a clean smile.

Murphy recognized the person in front of him. This was the kid who was besieged on the first day of school. It didn’t look very young, but there was always a stubborn taste between the eyebrows-this is something in the bone, or inherited , Or due to childhood experience.

"what's up?"

"My name is Clivi, and I hope to make a friend with you, okay?"

Crive's voice, half a head shorter than Murphy's, looked a bit naive, but it was generous. His face was white and clean, completely different from the gray-faced face when he was beaten that day, but some of the bruises had not faded.

"why?"

Murphy looked at the boy in front of him and replied that the other party was not wearing a weapon, and the textbook in his arms was slightly outdated-but the content seemed to be very difficult and unusual, "Marcus Blood History", "A Brief Introduction to Opposing Elements" The words seem to be related to magic.

Faced with Murphy's question, the child didn't seem to have an answer, just smiled there, thinking for a few seconds, and replied: "It's just because you are different from them."

"They?" Murphy raised his head, and many students around him were quietly looking at him. When he saw Murphy raised his head, the group of people suddenly pretended to be casual, which caused him to raise his eyebrows. " Everyone is different, and I am different from you. This is not a reason."

This sentence seems to have the meaning of refusal, but Clivi still smiles, and does not seem to give up.

"What's a friend? I don't know. I just know that I won't trust you because you take the initiative to talk to me."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders, and didn't seem to turn his face.

"If you have something that needs help, you can contact me. If I have a problem, can you ask if you can help? Is that okay?"

Clivi was indeed not the same as those of rich children or noble families, but asked Murphy so softly.

"If you can find me, you can."

Murphy thought for a moment and thought it was not a big deal. There are animals that help each other in the forest. Some of the Warcraft parasitize each other, but they can still live. Sometimes they can even be strong together. There is no concept of the word, just turn around and leave without a trace, without any trace of muddy water.

Of course, it also seems a bit cold.

Crive's smile was warm, and he turned to the other direction. His steps were brisk, but he also seemed to be alienated from the people around him—two people walking on the edge of the group walked in two ways.

...

After the freshman’s acclimation period, the situation in the academy also familiarized Murphys. The daily life pattern is like a clock. The swordsmanship taught by Don Quixote and the day must last, but recently he found that every time he returned to the dormitory There are always a few letters on the table.

These were placed by the school's maid when she was cleaning up the room, saving the trouble of the room owner collecting mail. Murphy looked at the envelopes with some curiosity, thought about it, or put on the leather gloves that the old housekeeper had prepared for fear of freezing in winter, and reached out to pick up a letter.

The reason for him to do so is because the old fellow Tang Jidi told the story of a nobleman who was killed by a poisonous finger painted on an envelope that touched his finger wound. Be careful, he will not forget.

Looking at the content of the letter, the young master frowned strangely-the content above was sprinkled with two pages of parchment, and he didn't know what to say, but he understood the last few sentences.

This is a rich girl expressing "friendship".

Of course, "let's have lunch", "participate in the weekend dance" and other words make him puzzled, and he doesn't know her, why should he do this?

After tearing apart the following letters, the content is the same.

It seems that Clivi, as the first student to speak to Murphys without the sword against his neck, has given hope to many rich women who want to have a noble identity.

After having enough gold coins, an aristocratic identity is one of the goals that the rich children are pursuing, and at this age, the handsome appearance of the boys often has a greater temptation than the title-Murphy inheritance The appearance of his father Akar, the correct facial features and deep eyes are often the main characteristics of the girl killer. Although he is still young, he has the prototype of a handsome aristocrat, which is the first choice for most girls. .

Of course, if he is not so cold.

It’s just that they don’t think that the rule that ordinary people will end their virgin career at the age of twelve or three does not exist in Murphy, and this is basically not seen except for a few bucket waist women in the village of Nair. No one knows what the aesthetics of a guy who has been a woman look like.

Throwing the letter into the fireplace, UU reads the book www.uukananshu.com. Morpheus walks into the room, sits relaxed on the thick and exquisite mahogany desk, and turns over the book "Elementary Theory Basics" and wants to write The so-called homework, the feather pen in hand did not fall for a while, because these things are too difficult for him-"magic" includes too many things, a thick book is just a summary Briefly introduce the various branches it contains. If the entire magic world is an ocean, then this book may be just a drop of sea water.

Reaching through the pages of the book, the words "the distribution of element energy levels", "research on the arrangement of particulate elements", "Lunkel polyline theorem" and so on came into view. Murphy finally put the quill down. Somewhat curiously turned this large catty head into the middle leaf, but what they saw was "what is element solidification?", "Faraday transformation rule" and so on.

A whole book seems to be endlessly introducing what the so-called "element" is. There are so-called spells, fireballs, ice arrows and other words that are often mentioned by students in Murphy's ear. The word is not mentioned.

The knowledge in the jungle and the things the old guy taught were no longer available. Murphy leaned back, sighed gently, and then turned to look out the window.

The window next to the desk can overlook the panoramic garden behind the Tarrens College. Of course, if you have good eyesight, you can always see the scenes of male and female students talking about love and even fighting passionately. For him, this is like watching the estrus in the forest. The beasts of the period *copulate* make no difference-perhaps the only difference is that human creatures seem to be in estrus all year round and tirelessly.

The students who walked together flashed in Murphy's eyes. He thought of Clive in white, can the child help himself?