The Black Scepter

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Murphy prepared the exquisite dress as the sky was getting late, and he took the carriage to the palace with Ashcandi, Andalil and his father Duke Akar. （M_彩&虹&文与学）【Share with netizens

Andariel, who looks like a little loli, put on a purple evening dress, and Ashkandi is a dark green dress, which is different from the complicated skirts of the Byzantine ladies, except for the neckline of a Murphy She didn't have any extra ornaments except the silver buckle she wore herself-but only that, the calm and gentle temperament can still kill all the Byzantine royal aristocracy in seconds.

The hall in the palace of Constantine is very wide, but today's banquet obviously did not invite too many nobles, and the size of the audience is less than twenty people, but each nobility is called a high weight- As expected by Murphys, there were also seven or eight noble ladies up and down aged seventeen, all with exquisite faces and well-prepared dresses.

When Duke Akar and his party entered the hall, everyone in the venue turned their eyes almost at the same time-the head of Windsor greeted each other politely, and Murphy politely stood behind his father and greeted him. All nobles can see that all nobles in front of them are in the same camp as the Windsor family.

Of course, I also saw the figure of Count Auschwitz, but his son Clivi did not seem interested in attending such a banquet.

The specific situation of the Empire’s political situation is not known to Murphy. He asked his father, but the Duke was not prepared to let Murphy enter the political arena. For this reason, Murphy just silently followed the father’s teaching, no Ask more questions.

Andariel, who was attending the banquet for the first time, was obviously unable to let go of his hands and feet, and whispered to Ashkandi in a wheelchair. The appearance of the two of them was so outstanding that they could not help attracting the young nobles. Attention, but apparently Murphy is the protagonist of this meeting-when Edward III personally brought a number of members of the royal family to the banquet hall, the first one he found was the one standing next to the Duke of Akar Young man.

This is also the first time that His Majesty the Emperor stood face-to-face with Murphys. Although Murphy is now the same as his father Akar, he is still a little shorter than the burly Emperor. Edward III has gray hair. Wearing a pure gold crown symbolizing kingship, a robe with a red hue, the body was slightly blessed, but it was hard to conceal the occasional flash of sharpness in the eyebrows.

"Let me see, this is the new'Dragon Knight' of the Empire, the pride of the Purple Iris family, Murphy? Windsor?" He reached out and patted Murphy's shoulder, and then squeezed his strong Muscle, haha ​​smiled, but looked at the Duke next to him and said: "Father Tiger has no dogs, I said that long ago."

This kind of scene shocked the nobles around him-know that the emperor in front of him has never praised a junior so directly and without hesitation.

Murphy smiled shyly, didn't have anything to say, just bent over to salute, and then greeted all the members of the royal family personally under the guidance of His Majesty the Emperor.

The three princesses and one prince all came to the meeting place, saying that it was more appropriate for the banquet to be a "promotion meeting". Most of the subsequent content was that group of old guys discussing political affairs and the younger generation's liaison relationship. It is very strange The emperor did not immediately ask Murphy to introduce Ashkandi and Andalil. Murphy had no choice but to deal with Ashkandi and the princes and nobles who came over to talk to him.

"'Dragon Knight' Murphy.'"

The only prince in the royal family, Uncle Benhua, has the same figure and handsome face as his father. The badge on his chest shows the merits he once made on the battlefield, but at the age of 25, he does not seem to Murphy My father recognized that-"It's a very loud name, but I don't know if I can see the honor of a real dragon? To be honest, I am really curious how a dragon will surrender to human feet."

"Introduce yourself, this is Schopenhauer."

Manly but prickly in his words, the prince did not have any friendly meaning from the beginning.

"It's not difficult to say." Murphy responded with a smile: "It's enough to have more strength than it."

"A recent "Dragon Knight" in human history existed thousands of years ago. Maybe my words are a little reckless, but in fact, most of us want to understand what my father's affirmation of you is based on ?" He turned and pointed to some of his sisters-the three princesses of the royal family were looking at Murphys curiously at the moment, seemingly affirming the words of Prince Schopenhauer, "It will not just be a gimmick to bluff people." Right? Although some of my sisters haven’t gotten married, it’s clear that their destination shouldn’t be a fool who has been made up.”

"Fictional identity?"

Andariel was still a bit cautious, but when she heard the prince’s words, she couldn’t help but sneer next to her, and she wanted to say something she was gently pulled by Ashkandi: “meaningless rebuttal, always Cause meaningless conflict."

"Good speaking, beautiful lady."

Schopenhauer nodded with demeanor and asked smoothly: "Your name has not been consulted yet"

"Ashkandi? Misrae."

"Misery family? It seems that Byzantium does not have this family." Schopenhauer didn't pay attention to her name, but instead checked her surname in her mind, but she didn't respond in a while. "Of course, I am very happy to know this beautiful lady. -But my question has not been answered yet."

He re-directed the topic to Murphy, and at the same time, the three princesses beside him quietly focused on Murphy's answer.

"Wouldn't you like me to let a giant dragon greet you in this hall?" Murphy smiled and made Prince Schopenhauer suddenly feel ugly because Murphy's tone seemed like Like coaxing a mischievous child, "Dragon is not a falcon domesticated by nobles, you can always put it on your arm and show it to others. I don't value the status of "Dragon Knight", if you think I can't give evidence To prove this, Dake can tell people that I am a fake."

He shrugged. "Do you think I care about a title?"

A counterattack, not a counterattack, made Prince Schopenhauer punch like a punch—the “honor” that all nobles valued became a joke here at Murphys. As a member of the royal family, he vowed that if he were Dragon Knight, at this moment has already fought back the opponent's shallowness with facts

But precisely because of this difference, it seems that the dragon knight becomes the prince before him.

"Well, I admit my recklessness." Prince Schopenhauer's mouth twitched and immediately changed the countermeasures. "There will be a safari in the interior of the Emperor's Chamber. I solemnly invite you to participate. I wonder if you are interested?"

"I need to take care of her."

Murphy shook his head and gently took Ashkandi's palm.

This action immediately frowned the princesses who were originally interested.

"I will arrange the carriage."

Prince Schopenhauer seemed to be dead and wanted to stick to something, but Murphy, who was reluctant to lose his face, nodded and agreed, which was considered satisfactory to the prince and turned to leave.

"Really?"

Ashcandi looked at Murphy somewhat puzzled, as if he shouldn't be so, and Murphy, who turned slightly, replied softly to her ear: "Remember someone said that the mountain will always be Some people want to conquer, but when a mountain is beyond imagination, no one will try to climb it. The royal family thinks that it is very high, but they will always forget that power does not bring everything."

"You seem to have always said good things to coax me recently." Ashcandy didn't hardly hear the meaning in Murphy's words. Her blushing cheeks lowered her head in shame, but then added a sentence: "But I am very like."

"Hey Hey hey!"

Andariel waved his fist next to it, very politely: "Don't think I don't know what happened last time you secretly kissed! Really when I don't exist?!"

Murphy couldn't help crying, and quickly asked for forgiveness: "I heard that every glass of old wine that entertains guests during the royal banquet is precious and unusual. There is one glass of wine over there, but there is one less glass in this world."

Andariel seemed to be distracted immediately, and was distracted, his eyes twitched and asked softly, "Can I drink?"

"Originally it is not possible, but this time it is the opportunity. I want to secretly have a drink."

As soon as Murphy's voice fell, Andariel was gone. Ashcandi shook his head helplessly, then raised his head, but saw Prince Schopenhauer stood in front of Murphy and her again.

And the expression is extremely strange.

"Beautiful lady, I want to ask your name again."

Ashcandi raised his eyebrows, and then gave the same answer as before-and at the next moment, the royal prince shuddered, his throat shuddered a few times, and seemed to want to say something, but his words were stuck. In the throat.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate act. His Majesty, who was still chatting with a group of old nobles, appeared next to him at the moment, patting his son on the shoulder gently: "There is no birth and nobility in this world. People, remember this in order to better understand how to survive."

When he said it, he nodded softly to Ashkandi: "To be honest, I was very surprised to encounter it here-the dramatic statement is'your legendary existence', but what I want to say is, Welcome to Byzantium, Miss Ashcandy."

"You are welcome."

Ashcandi nodded softly, without any stage fright, and Murphys next to him was smiling, the expression of the two at the moment was surprisingly consistent.

"It is true that the outside world has many prejudices against the word "Ashkandi", but I believe that I can get along with the Windsor family safely, and I will not be a violent man." Edward III smiled, "Holy Gabriel I will not go into details of all the unrighteous acts made by the empire. There is only one thing I want to say today."

Murphy straightened himself unconsciously, while Ashcandy looked up, calm as usual.

"Byzantium will provide you with all the powers that citizens have. Of course, if you want, you can also choose an honorary title."

This monarch's words made the nobles nearby a sudden silence.

Full glory and privilege.

Murphy couldn’t help but secretly surprise his majesty’s “cow” with Ashcandi, but he had to sigh his boldness – ask who would dare to give a reputation on the mainland for not knowing it.” Such a long-time reputation of the ruthless blood family?

This is not just a question of interests, but more representative of the tolerance of an empire. Ashkandi has Byzantine nationality, which means that anyone who is enemies with Ashkandi in the future will be the enemy of Byzantium. In contrast, the protection provided by an enormous empire for individuals is stronger than that of the seemingly thin iron-blooded body of the "night watchman".

Ashcandi turned to look at Murphys and saw the latter nod gently, and then she said to the great emperor: "This is my honor."

Her tone is very weak, and it seems that even a big surprise will not cause too much emotional fluctuations for her, but apparently, Murphy seems to be the only person who can affect her-Edward III is also well aware of this , Smiled heartily, and then pulled the prince beside him to the distance.

"What about Andalil?"

Before Murphy asked anything, Ashkandi turned his head and looked at the empty meeting place—the little Loli who had just ran to the waiter for a drink was gone in a blink of an eye.

"I went to see."

Murphy was about to leave, but then stopped.

"Don't worry about me, I don't think anyone here can pose a threat to me." Ashcandy, whose temperament is no longer depressed, now knows how to protect herself-because of this, she will not fail Murphy. Countless efforts for myself.

Murphy thought about it again and again, and finally reached out to paint a magic circle on Ashkandi's wheelchair armrest, whispering after gently activating: "Forgive my nervous caution, I just don't want to experience that kind of pain again."

Ashcandi suddenly squeezed his lips, not knowing what to say, looking at Murphys toward the distant back, but clenched his fingers slightly

"Where is this? Isn't it taking me to the wine cellar?"

Andariel walked with the guy in the standard waiter costume before, but found that she seemed to be farther and farther away from the banquet hall. In a purple evening dress, she raised her skirt and started to complain.

"As the supreme wine cellar of the Constantine Palace, we naturally need the most suitable temperature and air humidity, so that the stored wine will become more mellow over time."

The waiter who stepped forward was three heads taller than Andariel, and his figure was extremely well-proportioned, and his face was more handsome, but he was slightly pale in the light of the moonlight, and he bowed down politely to answer Andariel’s The problem is that the gaze glanced around inadvertently.

Andalil also began to feel that the surroundings seemed to be gradually becoming more and more deserted. The guards that could be seen occasionally gradually disappeared from the field of vision, and the same was true of the lights.

"Forget it, I don't want to go, I have to go back."

Andariel pouted and stopped, but just turned around, but found that the waiter stopped slowly, and when he turned around, the tone of voice changed significantly.

"Don't you understand why I took you out alone?"

The corner of the waiter's mouth slightly tore up, revealing two obvious fangs-the identity of the blood family was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. He seemed not afraid that Andariel would know his identity, and continued in a low voice: "Ashkandi appeared in After Constantine and the former holder of the scepter of Murphy stood with her-what's behind this?"

It seems that his attention to playing Andalil was not a temporary intention. After all, Murphy has the title of "Dragon Knight" and Ashcandy is too famous. Finding this seemingly harmless little Loli is the only breakthrough. ——As a marquis-level vampire of the Creman family, he has been lurking in Constantine for a long time. Having the status of a waiter in the palace is no difficulty for a high-level blood clan proficient in cosmetic surgery and disguise. In his opinion It seems that the security measures on the palace's facade are far less exaggerated than they thought.

At this moment, he only needs to spread his wings and take away the little girl without any threat. I am afraid that Murphy and Ashcandi cannot be traced any more no matter how powerful they are-but in these When the imagination had not yet become a reality, the little Lori with her hands on her hips glared at herself, and said sharply: "It seems that you didn't want to find me a good wine, right?"

"What other wine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can withstand the taste of sweet blood?"

He narrowed his eyes, his wings quietly ripped out his shirt and spread out, reaching for Andaril-but at the next moment, he found his sharp nails emptied.

The small Loli took a step back, seemingly inadvertently evading the other party's attack, but she didn't care what the other party just said, but continued to be angry because she didn't drink. Just a liar, I hate liar most!"

Speaking of which, Andariel seemed to have flashed something in front of her, which made her stunned for half a second, and then gritted her teeth with deepened hatred: "The guys who lied to me should be damn, you don't have a good thing!"

She said she took a step forward, her toes suddenly hit the ground, her body appeared like an arrow in front of the blood race, her delicate palms clenched into a fist, and without a word, she faced the other person's cheek Waving past!

Although the memory is basically sealed, Andariel has not forgotten how to use power and magic, so the instinctive attack power at this moment can be described as no less than when she faced the siege sent by the Balice royal family. The fist was blocked by the instinct of the blood race, but it was also struck back three steps in a burst! (..)