The Black Scepter

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The little nun seemed to be curious about Murphy's reaction and took a small step to the other side of Murphys. The nun's robe was very close. Her delicate arms were hidden under the sleeves of the black robe and a silver cross hung on her neck. Shake slightly.

In the sun, the cross reflects the light that is not dazzling.

"The Lord said that we shall create people according to our image and our appearance, so that they will manage the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the livestock on the ground and... the whole earth."

Obscure sentences like sick sentences are awkward to read, making Murphy feel as if he has a dyslexia-he can read, but he doesn't use much and speaks little, so his mouth is stupid.

"Hehe..."

The little nun next smiled and gently covered her mouth, as if she thought that what Murphy said was interesting, she blinked, took a step gently, and stood on tiptoe to see the first chapter of "Old Testament? Genesis" in Murphy's hand One page.

This movement made Murphys somewhat nervously sensitive-his hand was placed on the hilt involuntarily, but when he turned to look at the nun, he didn't do anything stupid to ask the sword, just raised his head, I met those eyes.

Ten seconds.

Murphy was defeated-because he couldn't stand the innocent gaze the most. He sighed slightly and closed the book in his hand. He said, "Are you a teacher here?"

This question was also asked by him, because he had no idea what women looked like under the age of 29, even the original "Padding Flower" Britney, or the maids in the Duke's Palace. In his eyes, it is "up and down twenty-nine"-even if there are many maids of water spirits before the age of eighteen.

The little nun shook her head and didn't speak, holding her hands together, a bit shy.

Murphy pouted, looked around, and then relaxed, not knowing what he thought of, suddenly said: "Are you afraid of me?"

It’s a slightly mischievous psychology to ask him this way—because the nun in front of him looks really innocent...and ignorant.

The dumb girl had some doubts about the problem and shook her head.

"Have you ever seen a wolf?"

Murphy gestured a "big" gesture with his hand.

The nun continued to shake her head.

"You reminded me of a litter of wolf cubs I had seen before...that is wolf babies, their father made me suffer a lot," Murphy pointed to his right shoulder, where there was once a scar of scars, He looked at the curious nun and continued: "But since I broke it off the front leg once, it ran away from me."

Perhaps it was the little girl like the little wolf cub in front of him that reminded Murphys. In short, this was the first time he was willing to open his heart and speak freely after coming to Constantine.

It's not unreasonable trust, maybe just an emotional catharsis.

"Do you have the king of Karba?"

Murphy stretched out his hand, and the palms covered with thick cocoons were slender and powerful, and some of them made a funny move, and made a grimace by the way-the little nun "flutter" laughed and covered her mouth. Bent over.

King of Karba, this is the nickname of the silver-bellied demon wolf who was finally killed by Murphy.

"Without it, are you afraid of me?"

For no reason, Murphy grinned, and his heart was soft-this was his first smile in this strange city, his teeth were white, warm and calm, and the last time he had this expression was six months ago, and he succeeded. After killing the brown bear, he sat on its warm body and was pleased to complete the task assigned by Tang Jidi.

It seemed that he was hard-hearted and did not speak. The nun with her mouth straight up and her big eyes blinked. She shook her head violently when she faced Murphy's actually not a funny joke. The nun hat that was so large that it shook her head would fall off. Down like.

There was laughter from the door, and Murphy's eyes turned slightly cold. The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze. Even the girl next to him felt the obvious change of the guy in front of him.

She didn't seem to like the noise, she glanced at Murphy and hurried to the back door of the classroom.

The two didn't know what the other party was called from beginning to end, and it looked like a speechless encounter.

Murphy leaned slightly against the back of his chair. He didn't like this kind of environment. When there were too many people, his perception would be scattered and not have the keen state of the jungle. For example, the position he currently picked was in the classroom. In a corner, you can see not only the backs of all the students, but also the position where the lecturer stands on the podium, but it is at the angle between the huge column behind the wall and the wall, so that there is a barrier on the back So that he can relax his precautions slightly behind him.

These are all instincts, instincts that almost all noble young masters cannot learn.

The classroom gradually filled up, and the spacious and huge church made the students' conversations seem a little empty, making people involuntarily whisper, as if afraid of shaking the gods above their heads, in Byzantium, where all the people believe in, the reverence for gods is in public The occasion is a manifestation of quality-of course, if you are frivolous in the face of the Lord’s crucifix, the Inquisition does not mind arresting you and dragging you into that dark building called the “shadow under the holy light”.

The little nun never showed up again, which made Murphys feel a little lost-not superfluous feelings, just that he was very fond of the state that could relax the mood.

The bells for the class were replaced by the bells at the door of the cathedral. After the bells struck, the students saw the old man walking on the podium, with a slightly slow pace, a very severe camel's back, and a silver hair combing and wearing Wearing a hat that a monk of a monastery would wear, his eyes were cloudy, his hands were covered with blue blood vessels, and he embraced an old book, like the reliefs of the saints in front of the church of Saint Laurent.

His expression was very focused, as if holding the "Old Testament" in his hand, he held the whole world.

Among the Byzantine priests, the characters in front of them seem to be basically the lowest monks. They often do not enter the political position for a lifetime, but they will devote their lives to the "Old Testament"-or the **** above them, Never regret it.

"Children, please forgive me for postponing the course "Basic Theology" for two weeks because of physical reasons. An old bone can't stand the toss. Maybe after teaching you students, I will return to the Lord's arms." On the podium, he was not much taller than the students present. His words also silenced the church. "Of course, the Lord is forgiving and will allow me to point the lost lamb to the right path."

In the short opening remarks, the old man didn't seem to care about the reactions of these students. He didn't introduce himself. He just called himself a "shepherd" and walked to the white marble piled platform. He gently drew a cross by hand. , Silently chanting the prayer, gently placed the classics in his arms on the wooden table, but did not rush to open it.

"Children, I know you may have all kinds of doubts in your mind. Some problems may even lead you to the referee. This situation is not uncommon to me."

His voice is thick and powerful, which is completely different from the image of rickets, so that many students sitting in the front row can not help but sit up straight.

"People are often suffering because they are pursuing the wrong things."

In the second sentence, the audience was silent.

"The heretics and the saints are often separated by a line. Many of the saints in history are recognized after death, because the theories they put forward in the world are all breaking the world, which is not in the books in our hands. "

His palms spread out and he pointed to the book on the sandalwood table next to him.

"We look up for life, but the saints are overlooking. This is perhaps the biggest joke the Lord opened to us, and the cruelest fact in the world-we cannot deny our stupidity and ignorance, but we do not want to really raise our faces to face it. ."

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Murphy looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise, and he was horrified—not the same, it was so different, the group of the Holy See in Tang Jidi’s mouth was always a virtue that would like to lift your brain away from brainwashing. When he entered here, he had already prepared for the first lesson and crossed it out of the schedule. But this old man with a low profile made him completely overthrow the inherent concept of theology in his mind. Although it was not a disappointment, Murphy secretly admired his skill. This feeling was a bit like facing Tang Jiluo himself. Like De Shi, he seemed to be much smaller, but he was on an equal footing with him.

The old man didn't say much, but just led the students in the whole church to silently recite the prayers of the believers in the "Old Testament" before eating lunch and dinner. The course that started immediately was not like a theory class, but like history-- Because what he is talking about is the evolution of the theological foundation.

By-pass, vivid and interesting, the time lapse of a class is fast, Murphy is fascinated by all kinds of stories and anecdotes, these things are not told by Tang Jidi De, because in the eyes of the old guy, these things are "it should be thrown into the fireplace Stories of Burned Garbage", as well as the dog blood plot of "Niberon's Root Song" and "Roland's Song" that tells the knight to seduce the lady-of course, these things are actually in Byzantium They are all the most popular poetry stories. According to word of mouth, there is a posture that continues the classics for thousands of years. It can be seen that the occurrence of the classics made by dog ​​blood in history is no coincidence.

The bell of the get out of class rang, and the old man's last story happened to finish. It didn't take up more than a minute for the students. He waved his hand to signal the end of the get out of class, then ignored the applause from the church and turned to leave.

The back is slightly lonely.

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