The Black Scepter

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The sound of horseshoes became more and more clear, indicating that the hustle and bustle around seemed to have moved away. Only the quiet atmosphere in the Nobel area of ​​Constantine, the footsteps of the guard were neat and light, and the carriage was not deliberately promoted. After turning a corner, he slowly drove into a mansion.

The Duke’s Mansion of the Windsor Family, the house of the empire’s premier nobleman, has recently cooled down even on a hot summer day, but the carriage’s entry seems to finally bring a little life.

What kind of person will my father be?

Murphy thought slightly, and Old Paffa did not tell him too much about his father, so he couldn't piece together the image of "father" that should be a great shore.

When the carriage slowly stopped and the old housekeeper gently opened the beautiful wooden door, Murphy took a deep breath, inserted the dagger in his hand into the scabbard, and got up and walked off the carriage.

The entrance is a piece of emerald green grass, and the white marble floor at the foot of the ground can be spotlessly clean. There is a baroque mansion that is more delicate and beautiful than expected. There is a knight sculpture of equal size in the center of the fountain in front of the door. The image of riding a war horse is exceptionally brave, wearing heavy armor without a helmet, the long sword in his hand is pointing forward, the weather-beaten face shows perseverance and determination, and it seems to be the model that a noble knight should have. The hoof has been raised all the time-in the Byzantine sculpture, this means that the knight was sacrificed after the war due to serious injuries.

Ancestor of Windsor?

Murphy's gaze was straight ahead, and the tall figure in front of the Duke's Palace came into view.

Dark brown hair, turquoise eyes, Akar Windsor, the prince of the empire and the sculpture of the knight beside him had a sevenfold face.

The black clothing is elegant and noble, and the temperament is not arrogant, so that the surrounding atmosphere is slightly dignified.

Faced with this illegitimate child, the expression of Duke Akar remained almost unchanged, but his eyelids were raised and he said in a deep voice:

"Maybe I am not a qualified father, but from now on, I will fulfill my father's obligations."

The unexpected meeting, a slightly cold conversation, Murphy raised his head and looked at the mighty prince of the empire-or his own biological father, lips twitched slightly, but did not know what to say.

"Pafa will teach you what you should learn. If you have any questions, please come to the library to find me at any time."

The Duke's voice is thick, with the commanding style unique to the soldiers-even as a noble, when facing Murphy, he did not use the smooth tone, a noble who once participated in the war will always be from the heart Discard those hypocrisy clichés.

What's more, this is his own son. The so-called father's love is always deeper and more obscure than mother's love. It is also more difficult for people to understand.

The seemingly unwelcome greetings and brief meeting made Murphy feel a strange feeling-neither naive to be wronged or moved, nor deep, as if nothing happened, he looked at the duke’s father a little heavy The back, but there is a fatal hunch.

How many secrets do the people in front of you that you may not know in this life?

The life of the old nobleman will always be an obscure book that is unimaginable. Murphy may open the book gently one day in the future, and sigh at a page of shocking content, but at this moment he will only Turning indifferently, under the leadership of the old housekeeper, he walked to the newly prepared room in the Duke's Palace.

This year, the fifteen-year-old Murphy decided to stay in the position of the noble young master with peace of mind. This world will not change at will after all according to his wishes-but after a few years he Understand that the butterfly flapping its wings may bring about a storm.

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What is a nobleman?

In the eyes of civilians, that is another class that needs to look up. They eat better food and live in more comfortable beds. As for more? They can't imagine that because many things are distinct, the imagination of the poor will not be able to put their wings because of poverty.

Murphy's room is located in a small independent building in the Duke's Palace. It is small, but compared to other buildings here, Murphy in the third floor bedroom can see the pleasing back garden and repairs The neat lawn and the tomb of the ancestors of the Windsor family quietly located not far away.

Of course, there is another mansion not far from here.

Constantine is a super city. The news that a duke's illegitimate son was found is not a big happy event. People will only sigh at the meal and tease the sad duke who was almost murdered and cleaned up.

So Murphy didn't feel any pressure at the moment. Loneliness has long left a deep mark on his life, so when the next day was not yet bright, the young master, with the help of the maid, put on a nobleman for sword training. Clothes, go down the stairs, and gently start to stretch their ligaments.

A young man can survive in a dangerous forest, not by luck alone.

At the moment when the servants of the Duke’s Palace had just gotten up to prepare breakfast or clean up, while the city of Constantine had not yet awakened, Murphy had begun to exercise for seven years as usual as usual.

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"Perhaps it really isn't a wine bag."

The address of the Duke’s House of the Windsor Family is 7 Stuart Street, and opposite the Grand Duke’s House is the Earl’s House of Auschwitz. Although it is an earl, it is called the “Iron Lion”, meaning that this Earl’s Lord is not It's annoying-Duke Windsor is an hawk in the military aristocracy of the empire, and this earl is an hawk in the hawks-although the political views are slightly in the same direction, politics is like the Tarot card, shuffling No one will know the result of the final flop.

At the moment, Count Auschwitz stood quietly on the empty Earl's Court rooftop. This towering cylindrical tower is a benchmark building in the entire Noble area, even 13 meters higher than the roof of the Ducal Palace. High, although the prince of the duke has no position on this, the nobles of the whole Nobel area will deeply think that the count is provoking the status and majesty of the prince. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Overlooking, bringing a sense of contempt for life, Count Auschwitz looked at the figure of the hard sword practice in the night, whispered softly, then turned around and disappeared on the high roof.

In the distant sky, the rising sun dyed the earth golden, and the young master of the Duke’s Palace had just finished his routine training.

"Etiquette training?"

Raising his head, Murphy looked at the old Paffa in doubt, and entered the Duke's mansion. The old housekeeper put on a low-key but gorgeous dress, as a butler, he would naturally treat the entire Duke's house. This matter is responsible in the end-whether it is the training that the young master will face next, or lunch at noon today, the matter is not big.

"Not only ceremonial training, before the arrival of September, Lord Duke hopes that you can adapt to the life of the nobility as soon as possible. No matter whether you are young master or not, these habits are what a noble needs to have."

Murphy had no choice.

"In addition to etiquette training, there are equestrian, swordsmanship, basic knowledge, calligraphy, etc. Maybe your time needs me to arrange it."

"it is good."

Murphy knew that what he was about to face was a seemingly dangerous but boring and abnormal study-but what the old housekeeper didn't know was that the old guy named Tang Jidi had already expected these things.

"In September, Lord Duke will send you to the academy. An aristocrat still needs to make more friends when he is young instead of being bored in the mansion all day long."

"Friends... what a distant vocabulary."

Murphy sighed, nodded, and obediently.

For an intuitive keen hunter, the first thing to do after entering an unfamiliar woodland is not to look for prey, but to sleep quietly and carefully observe the composition of the biological group and food chain here.

Obviously, he has not yet understood what kind of guys the so-called nobles are.