The Black Scepter

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The nun had no heavy books in her hands, only a seemingly silver cross hung on her neck. She held this delicate necklace, moved a few steps gently, and sat beside Murphys.

The distance between the two was not far from each other, but for the nun, it was an unprecedented decision. With a little nervousness, her lips twitched and she seemed to be chanting some prayers to calm her mood.

There were more and more students around, but obviously their eyes on Murphy became more and more strange, and after seeing the nun beside him, they began to whisper, but this obvious behavior did not let Murphy had too much reaction, and he sat upright, decent, and ignored it.

The little nun didn't talk much. Today, she seems to be the first time she has faced a stranger with more than one hundred in her surroundings. She doesn't dare to raise her eyes, but just looks down at the cross in her hand and prays silently.

The old man Aquinas appeared on the podium when the bell struck, looking at a figure under the stage, raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, then smiled and started today's class.

"I heard a lot of interesting rumors today. I wonder if you heard it?"

Unexpectedly, the old man did not tell any theological history today, but made such an opening speech, and the result was naturally a silence from the audience-because no one dared to answer.

"Yeah, I can only hear about the old man who only knows about dead reading every day, how can you young people not know? It is also interesting to say, similar rumors have been heard hundreds of times in the fifteen years since I came here Each version is different, but the purpose is the same."

The church is still silent, and all eyes are attracted by these seemingly old and old words.

"Defamation, slander, and jealousy in the seven deadly sins make us always lose our minds and the key to heaven in some cases."

The old man's words were very light, but he beat them in everyone's atrium.

"I want to ask, why do the same water bottle, others hold water, milk and even honey, and some people have to hold poison?" The old man still bowed his back, "It seems... most of us have been in our lives Doing three things: self-deception, deception, and deception."

In just one sentence, it explains countless things in the world.

The old man’s words always make people think about it inadvertently. Some of the silent students lowered their heads and some covered their eyes gently. Although they are not very old, they have felt the epitome of society at school. What a weight the old man said just now.

What a reality.

The little nun gently lifted the cross, and Murphy watched her follow the most common etiquette in the Holy See, and then looked at the old man on the stage. The eyes were the clearest that Murphy had ever seen, like the Coron Falls The water on the lake.

Seven deadly sins, the name is a unique title newly issued by the Holy See in "On Seven Deadly Sins" by Aquinas himself. It can even be said that the current students are also regarded as the first batch of the entire Empire to be exposed to the "seven deadly sins" A concept student.

The historical significance of these is not clear to these people, and Murphy is also puzzled.

After leaving a period of time for students to think, the old man smiled slightly and continued: "The truth of life is always hidden in the plain and tasteless. We often ask where the truth is, but we don't know how to look at the starry sky beyond reach. I ignored the gems under my feet."

Murphy gently opened the "Old Testament", his eyes were dignified, and he fell into memory.

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At the end of one morning's class, I watched a little nun who didn't speak, and ran away. Murphy didn't waste any time and hurried back to his dormitory. Practise the swordsmanship given to him by Tang Jidi, and of course, the rifle.

Time is compressed to the extreme, and efficient life is the truth that Murphy always believes in. Although the huge desk is covered with magic books that are not exaggerated, you can still see the one nailed on the wall. Murphy used parchment from the province.

"If you want to master eternity, you must control the present."

On the tenth day, Murphy woke up from a false sleep and got up to move his body. The magic steel dagger that had never left was inserted into the scabbard after a few strokes, and took a deep breath. He took He picked up the book that Clivi had returned to him on time, lifted it with four books, and walked down the dormitory.

Clivi accidentally appeared outside Murphy's door, smiled and helped take most of the book and said: "I hope to see your teacher."

"I don't give any guarantee."

"Then always try."

Clavi's thin body carried a relatively heavy and unusual "On the Combination and Transformation of Elements", keeping up with Murphy's footsteps.

Murphy's footsteps out of Tarrens College are still the same, but he also clearly feels that there are people around him who are hard to detect-not the high-level swordsman Guevara he is familiar with, but several other strengths. Not weak guy.

Not an assassin, Guevara has been able to prove that those people should be similar bodyguards without a shot-the protected person is naturally the short man beside him.

The sun was bright, but the tower where the magician Della was located looked a bit gloomy.

The tower with the label "Do Not Enter" has a gloomy appearance. No one knows the character of the owner who lives alone in this tower, even including Murphy who entered the tower at the moment.

For this indifferent teacher, Murphy's only impression of her is "powerful" and "mysterious", character? Murphy didn't care, as long as she could give herself strength, nothing else.

Whether it is a magic steel dagger or an inferior iron sword, it is a good sword to stab the wild boar.

The attachment to magic is not a whim, but more because of Murphy's complete blank understanding of the field and the inconceivable thoughts of Tang Jidi who caused such a situation.

Of course Della’s horrible power left a deep mark on Murphy’s heart. When he pushed open the wooden door, he saw the scene of horror with a bit of unexpected cruelty.

From the first day when he came to Tarrens College, Murphy knew that he might encounter a similar assassination at any time and any place, and when he came here for the first time, he almost suffered a dark arrow, but afterwards it seemed that Everything is over, the legendary Christoph family, who has a feud with the Windsor family, is it just to let it grow up alive?

That was impossible. When he first stepped into this room, Murphy smelled the unspoken **** smell in the air, and the teacher was obviously not the assassin-as for the unlucky victim Murphy is not interested in knowing, but his judgment is basically right.

Today's scene confirms his judgment.

The interior of the spacious tower has a circular structure, half of which are six tall bookshelves, and the other side has simple furniture with windows, beds and desks. In the middle is an empty circular space, usually empty, when Murphy When Si was allowed to enter and opened the door, a pale figure was lying on the position where Murphy stood to answer the question.

The black bat wings spread and twitched, the cheeks were not bloody, and the sharp teeth clearly showed the identity of this uninvited guest-the blood family. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

He wore a gorgeous robe unique to the nobility, and even the rings on his fingers were exactly the same, except that the image of the assassin lying on the ground was too miserable, as if it was burnt by something, it was originally flat. The clothes were dark and mushy.

"Can the bounty hunter of the Gondoslan family run to Tarrens College without knowing it, is it true that your legend is full of Aztec coins?"

Della’s voice was cold, sitting on the only seat in the house with Erlang’s legs, without looking at the door of Murphys and Clivi, and holding a small book in his hand-the handwritten version of "Holy "Behind", the author's name was erased because it was a character that would make both the Byzantine Patriarch and the Holy Pope Gabriel angry at the same time.

The blood clan on the ground looked dying, the face was aging visible to the naked eye, the original brown and shiny hair slowly became like hay, and the color was gradually gray, but this tenacious guy did not die, he twisted it hard On the head, a pair of loose pupils stared at Murphy with his hand on the dagger.

"Ha...ha, Coward of Windsor, you will see yourself walking into the abyss!"

This sentence seemed to make him exhaust his last strength, his chest undulated violently twice, and this blood class of unknown level no longer moved.

"An ancient family is always full of enemies, and it is already a success for an aristocrat to survive this threat to adulthood."

Della turned her head and looked at Murphy, "I will not give you any promise. If you die, I will not have any sadness or regret. I will struggle to fight for fate. It can only be done by you, I will always It’s the bystander who can’t reach."

"I see, tutor."

Murphy did not have any nonsense, bent over and respected as usual.