The Black Scepter

(Walking far away, going to a field with my wife to attend a wedding, you can only come back in five or six days, these days there are too many deletions and revisions, the outbreak may be hopeless, I hope you will understand!)

Pushing the wooden door open, the Duke came to the stone house where Morpheus rested. (M_bubble&book&bar)

Jean Castro, who stayed here to care for and monitor Murphys’ injury, got up. The old Duke waved his hand to show courtesy, while Lilith was sitting beside Murphys’ bed, even standing up.

Speaking of it, Jeanne, who was still young, could not have imagined that it would be such a scene to see this guy again-the Murphy in front of him did not have a clean smile when he was at Tarrens College, but he looked very bad, like a street Like the old beggar who was about to enter the soil, she almost completely lost her breath of life, which made her uncomfortable.

Jeanne, who had never been in contact with the noble title "Duke", looked up, a little nervous, but Duke Akar said frankly: "I am Murphy's father."

Jeanne nodded.

"I know what he experienced with you at Tarrens College."

Lord Duke’s unhurried words made Jeanne’s fingers squeeze slightly. She didn’t understand what the Duke wanted to say in front of her. Her eyes were extremely innocent.

And Lilith, who was still silent next to her, raised her head at this time-she with some red eyes, only then knew that the little girl with some baby fat on the cheek seemed not so simple.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to tell you that this is the monastery, where you live, and I, just a father worried about his son's injury." The Duke sighed and turned to Lilith, "Cast Bishop Luo said he wouldn’t hurt."

Although she witnessed the healing of Murphy's body wounds, Lilith didn't feel completely relieved until she heard the Duke's words, and she let go of the cavalry gloves that she squeezed. In one breath.

It’s her initiative to stay here. Lord Duke has no way to refuse. After all, she is behind Prince Longinus—sometimes when you don’t make a decision, don’t make conclusive decisions, for example, the Duke can easily see the moment The two girls seem to have a good opinion of their son, but this does not mean that they will take any action.

"No vision?"

There were too many doubts about Murphy's fall, so he asked Lilith, who was the first to investigate, at this moment.

"There are strange traces on the ground. Unlike humans, it may be high-level Warcraft. I have sent three teams to investigate the radiation along the monastery. The news will be returned one hour at the latest."

"I always thought he was in Balice... But now it seems that it is not so simple-the detection range of "Eagle Eye" is not large enough. The previous days just said that Balice was invaded, but now it seems... "

The Duke sighed. Let's make a *book* (m)

And at this moment, Murphy woke up.

"call--"

He suffocated slowly and opened his eyes slowly, his chest suffocating abnormally, making him feel as if he had never breathed, but only after opening his eyes, he realized a problem.

Andariel did not kill himself?

Squinting, Murphy saw that he was sleeping in a humble stone house. The characteristic orange-red light of the fireplace stretched his shadow. He settled down, turned his head slightly, and saw a familiar Back view.

"Father...father?"

The unfamiliar vocabulary has a different meaning. Murphy stuttered when he said it in Byzantine. Duke Akar looked at Murphy, without too much joy or excitement, but he nodded. It's a majestic face that doesn't have the stereotypes at the moment.

"Boy, you are all right, that's fine."

Men don’t talk too much nonsense, looking at the awakened Murphys, he finally said so few words and then stopped speaking, but Murphys could feel the emotion behind the duke’s father who wanted to stop talking He took a few deep breaths and found that his body was basically back to normal. He reached out and touched his shoulders and found that there was no incompleteness.

But a sudden flash in his mind made him instantly sweat a cold sweat-"Where is this? Where did you find me, father?"

Lilith, next to him, seemed to endure the impulse and interjected weirdly: "Byzantium, Verga, you fell here from the sky..."

Murphy turned his head and looked at the girl who had played the mistress of the young lady in front of her. The impression was that her skin color was not so deep, and her hair would not be tangled together greasy. The armor on her body was always clean. Jing, but now the prince's daughter is like a veteran who has just climbed back from the battlefield.

But recalling the horrible Demon-level existence, Murphy, who was too late to say any old words, jumped up from the bed and said, "You haven't been attacked? Didn't you see anything strange?"

This series of interrogations made Lilith, who was confused, stunned. What she originally wanted to say was asked by Murphys, and instinctively replied: "Other? No... You are lying on the ground with a wound. ."

"Nothing else? Or traces?"

Murphy turned his head, but saw Jeanne de Joan-several faces that hadn't seen in a long time appeared one after another, making him almost think he had an illusion-but thought of the existence of Andariel, he felt it at the moment Only bone cold.

Jeanne d'Arc, Duke Akar, and Lilith all looked at him strangely, but no one would think that Murphy was crazy-the old Duke asked seriously, "What do I need to do?"

Murphy looked at the father and Lilith in front of him, and tried to breathe calmly, and finally said slowly: "Can I be quiet for a while?"

The Duke nodded and looked at Lilith and Jeanne. The three of them walked out of the room together before they could say any extra words. Jeanne looked a little pitiful before he could say a word, but Murphys did not dare to reveal Too much emotion.

"Click."

The wooden door was locked, and Murphy slumped directly on the bed behind him.

But at the next moment, a voice that shouldn't be here sounded next to my ears-"Family...friend...how familiar it feels."

damn it…

Andariel's soft voice made Murphy's blood almost coagulate. He turned his head stiffly, and found that the demon sitting on the bed was a perfect figure.

How to do?

Murphy didn't make any resistance. He knew that with his own strength or his father's strength, it wouldn't be enough for this guy to watch a hundred, so he simply asked: "Why not kill me?"

Andalil in a gauze looked up, far from the rage or mania that Murphy had seen before, and suddenly she appeared here like a normal woman, and she asked in a funny way: "Is it? There must be endless killing to be called a demon?"

This sentence prevented Murphy from answering.

Andariel was sitting on the bed without any strangeness, and she was a little more than half a meter away from Murphy, saying: "I could have turned this place into another hell, I can torture the soul of any of you ——And let them tell all the secrets I want to know, the devil should be like this in your eyes, right?”

"But killing you, I don’t have any benefit, but it will provoke a big disaster-you did not die, because when I really saw my situation, I suddenly found that my destiny is more sad than I thought, and Your survival may be my only bargaining chip."

She turned her head, and the fair face was teased.

Murphy did not think that a demon would talk to himself in such a calm tone. The only thing he could know was that Andariel in front of him seemed not as crazy as he thought…or “selfish”.

At this time, Andariel smiled self-deprecatingly, "How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen? Me? Since I saw this building, I realized that I had been away for too long... It seemed to be more than a thousand years. ?"

"Wait," Murphy realized suddenly, frowning, looking at Andalil in front of him, and said incredulously: "You mean...you used to--"

"Here...it was the warmest and cruelest place I have stayed in."

Andariel looked up at the old ceiling, took a deep breath, got up like a human and walked to the window mullion, touching all the ancient traces in this room with his fingertips.

No one will know that Andariel lived here in a time even older than Gusica, but at that time the monastery was not a monastery, but a "shrine" used to worship the gods. For the people who believed in the gods at that time, the "priest" of the temple was the monk today, the priest, and the existence that people needed to admire.

Andalil is the most beautiful and talented "priest" of that era. Young, she has the beauty of jealousy that all gods are envious of, and also has the recognized potential-at the age of fifteen, she He reached the level I of the clergyman who had never appeared at this age, and according to the high priest, Andariel was the most promising existence of the title of "celestial chooser" of that era. For this reason, countless people came In the temple, just to see Andariel, "the caregiver of the gods".

But these are the beginning of the disaster.

Arrogance, arrogance, obsession with her beauty and growing paranoia have made Andariel gradually forget her responsibilities. Even with her outstanding strength, she has begun to fear that her face will age with time like ordinary people. The terrible consequences, she prayed day and night, but the content was to pray to the gods for her face forever-but tragedy followed, and her face suffered irreparable damage in an unknown accident. The result is that the perfect face disappears completely in front of people's eyes.

Andariel was punched into "hell from "paradise"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She was the darling of the gods, but was destroyed by her own life. She reached out to heaven and asked for mercy, but was swallowed by the vortex of hell.

Andariel disappeared-in the age of old and unknown details, the once most beautiful and promising "priest" disappeared from people's vision after crying and crying after the end of a prayer. appear.

What should be sung is often lost in the long river of history, and what should be forgotten is always remembered by the good deeds. After a thousand years, the former temple was abandoned by the previous city masters and even ignored by the patriarchs. It is because there is still a story still circulating here.

A story about depravity.

"You're scared." Andariel looked back from his memory and looked at Murphy. "I can feel your inner fear, which is the same as when I was in purgatory: you don't know what will happen next What—but you have no choice but to endure it, don’t you?”

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