The Black Scepter

>Morpheus smiled indifferently, but the thin face overnight made a slight change in the expression of the Queen who had not appeared for a long time.

"Some things go back and talk."

He didn’t want to make someone unhappy, and turned around and gave a few orders to the “squads” in front of him, temporarily placing them in the city of West Sellin, and then staying with the queen along with the original The path of Shkandi's destruction was walking towards the tower.

"How did it look like this?"

Ashkandi looked forward, as if he did not care about Murphy's life.

"Several lords nearby saw a piece of fat and rushed to grab it. I went to run them away."

Murphy's understatement concealed the dangerous act of casting a spell in that war.

"Then why don't I know?"

The queen stopped suddenly and stopped in front of the hallway into the highest tower.

Ashcandy's black robe was raised by the breeze, his slightly frowning brows and those eyes that never seemed to be so serious, so that Murphy, who had already prepared the answer, was completely silent.

His hesitation made Ashkandi stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and asked almost face to face:

"Don't I restrain her?"

This may be the first time Ashcandi felt "panicked". She tried to suppress the appearance of the black-eyed aristocratic girl, in order to fear that she would harm the teenager in front of her in ways she could not imagine, but even if she worked so hard... …

Still let the other party take advantage of it?

Without waiting for Murphy to give an answer, she took a violent step and drank coldly-"Tell me!"

This is Ashcandy's first gaffe for a long time.

Along with her questioning of herself, the countless exquisite stone pillars in the corridor behind the queen instantly cracked, and the original lush vines above were hovered by an inexplicable wave, and the debris and fallen leaves flew out. Far away.

Murphy, who was in front of Ashkandi, showed no signs of being shocked. Ashkandi's instinctive protection of him made him safe and sound.

It also made Morpheus understand what was standing in the place trying to cover up everything with a lie.

For a long time, Ashcandi's so-called "stability" seems to be the result of Murphy's painstaking maintenance, but it is actually a castle in the sky-can a patient with multiple personality schizophrenia heal himself?

Murphy, who knows nothing about psychology, would not be so careless if he knew the answer.

"Not her."

Murphy's sighing answer relieved Ashcandy, but then let her clenched her fists again.

"It's another one, Ashcandi who has legs but can see through the soul."...

Sunderland has been writing a report in Murphy's designated residence for the past three days.

The content is about the topic of his lifelong research-of course, if all the research results are written, it will be enough to fill a small library, and he has been pursuing nearly one hundred years on the magic road. Describe it, although he does not guarantee that the lord can understand it, but today's hard work and resentment come entirely from his display of the parchment with the cards of Sulfuras and the "Fool" of Yizuer on Murphy. Before and after Sis, this young man took out something.

A tarot card.

A fool with a genuine serial number of "zero":

Yi Zuer; Windsor.

If it were not for its existence, Sunderland would never be so active.

In the field of magic, Yi Zuer's name cannot be included in any list of strength rankings, but in the theoretical magic world, his name can be said to be thunderous.

"Master-level alchemist qualification, master-level blacksmith qualification, high-level magister qualification, the patriarch personally decided but ultimately acquitted of heresy, the craziest maniac in the history of the empire, shouting'dancing with God' but not afraid to be judged Blasphemy."

This is the engraving of the Yizuer sculpture in Mullen's territory. Although it is only graded in the magician's rating, he has created countless new theories because of his jealous experience in various fields. Many of the documents in "Theoretical Basics" are borrowed from the articles written by Yi Zuer that year.

Of course, they are all anonymous.

Yi Zuer’s identity is not only sensitive to Byzantine anomalies, but also a wonderful work in the entire continent-such as the "Golden Compass Council", the most high-end parliament in the magic field, who is involved in problem exploration or new field results sharing conferences. The number of people will not exceed 20, but this number includes the most outstanding group of cutting-edge mages on the mainland today, and it is the genius of such a group of geniuses that still collectively respects this fellow Yi Zur.

This shows the reputation of this purple iris head who was selected as the "Fool".

It’s not infamous, but it’s three words that everyone gave him the most:

"Too dangerous" his existence has brought surprises to the magic world again and again while creating crises after crises, even because Yi Zur overturned a law that no one dared to refute for a thousand years The magic that led to the mainland was divided into two factions, namely, the one that recognized the "Conservation Law of Elements" and "There is also a more subtle existence under the element" theory and the one that denied its correctness. There is no consensus today.

This is also one of the goals of Sunderland’s research. As the great magister who firmly believes in the theory created by Izuore, he has tried for many years to prove these points of view that others can’t touch at all-the more the theory without loopholes, the more It is difficult to prove in a general and reasonable way.

Just like to prove that 1+1=2.

After leaving Balice's "Phoenix", Sunderland came to this rich territory according to the clues he had found in the library earlier, in order to search for clues about the scepter of Sulfuras, because the scepter was Yi Zuer deduced that it was the greatest evidence supporting his theory, but when he found his goal was firmly grasped by Lord Gard, he never achieved the purpose by looting or looting. When the lord reached an agreement, who knows that he hasn't had time to implement it, he encounters the accident that Murphys and others rushed out.

It's just that he doesn't have to worry about these problems at this moment, that's what the so-called beating is.

When a thick stack of parchment scrolls was personally delivered to the Lord's Hall respectfully, Murphy's appearance had recovered a lot. The young nightwatch leader took his research results politely, carefully studied, and asked questions humblely Like a studious student who doesn’t shy away from revealing his magical knowledge that needs to be precipitated, Sunderland answers one by one, but when he finally leaves here, he receives a task that he can’t imagine...

At dusk, the city of West Sellin.

The border of the territory has been restored, but this does not mean that Murphy will be able to relax under his hands.

Several cities and villages and towns have their own original administrative institutions to manage them. Therefore, the resignation of Garde has made these originally controlled by the high pressure guys a little tempted-Murphys alone can not take into account the entire economic situation of the big territory, but also This group of uncontrolled subordinates should not be allowed to act arbitrarily.

So Irindal’s scout troops were assigned a part to monitor civilian personnel such as the mayors and mayors of the city, and Murphys also wrote a letter to Christina of the Fording Empire.

After dealing with these things, Murphy faced Ashcandy, who began to change his character repeatedly-the Queen appeared a little depressed after learning the facts that day, and Murphys words were no longer as natural as before. More, is in a daze.

And whenever she was sleepy, lying on the sofa and going to sleep, the Murphys, who was brought by the sheets to help Ashcandi, would see the green eyes blinking at herself.

The two were silent and didn't know what to say. There was an awkward embarrassment.

Murphy prefers to chat with the queen, even if she sits so quietly next to her, she will feel at ease, but for this green eye Ashcandi, maybe because of the so-called friendship from the beginning It was piled up with lies, so after being dismantled, even if she was willing to accept everything silently without being annoyed, Murphys couldn't get through this hurdle in her heart.

In the end, a letter from Buttigia, the capital of Balice, broke the embarrassment of Murphys and Ashcandi. In the letter, the distant emperor expressed regret over Lord Garde's abdication. It’s elegant, but obviously has a typical hypocrisy of nobility. Who knows whether the emperor held a banquet after hearing the news of Gard’s step down, but still expressed to the child who just inherited the lordship A blessing.

Perhaps it is to wish him an early death.

The last message attached to my heart is what Murphy pays most attention to—Balice is about to usher in a war, and the emperor will eliminate the lords to gather their own teams before the winter.

And the goal is Fording.

All in all means that the real master of the puppet regime of Murphys made a decision-whether to follow this King, who is not even familiar with his name, to fight together, or to stay in this city and wait for the other lords to start the war Accountable with that monarch?

The city of Cecilin is the only way for Balice to go to Fording. If he is an enemy to this country, the consequences are self-evident.

So what Murphy faced was a decision that might affect the development of the entire night watchman.

He frowned, sitting on the desk chair opposite Ashcandi. The woman behind looked at the "Head of the Mercenary" in front of him as quietly and quietly as before, seeing that Murphy was a little irritated and hesitant. But he didn't go through the book of "The History of Balice" in his hands.

More than ten minutes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Murphy finally wrote a reply after a few scraps, got up and gently dried it, read it again under the projection of the setting sun, and gently put it on the desk .

"Is your mercenary group stationed here recently?"

Ashcandi asked softly, breaking some suppressed silence.

"Before this winter, I've been there," Murphy sighed, and the decision made him feel a little relaxed. "Balice's craftsmen can make a movable seat. They call it a wheelchair, which allows you to go. Take a look at the outside world."

"No, thank you for your concern."

Ashcandi hesitated and answered sincerely, but only saw the back of Murphys quietly leaving after sighing.

Somehow, her heart snapped.

"I'm always unsatisfactory."

Inside the room, Ashkandi looked at the closed door, somewhat disoriented.