The Black Scepter

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In addition to the necessary facilities such as churches and libraries, all the Byzantine colleges have a common area of ​​a large canteen. In the customs of the empire, eating is an important moment of the previous day, except for the need to pray and lunch. Time dinner is a habitual way of socializing, and eating alone is often looked down upon by others and is also an impolite behavior.

Of course, before this rule, Murphy didn’t know, but now he wants to obey, but he also has some difficulties-because he usually enjoys the meals delivered by the maid in the dormitory alone, or he is hungry, and he has never been to the cafeteria. .

However, after the early morning, when hunger struck, Murphy decided not to go to the nearest public canteen for a few days without rest. It was no coincidence that when Crive raised his head blankly from the sea of ​​books, he saw the same red eyes. In Murphys, the kid froze for a few seconds before reacting, showing his signature smile, and stood up and said, "Go to dinner together?"

"no problem."

Murphy nodded and took the initiative to catch up with the words for the first time, "What book are you reading?"

"There is a magical defense mechanism, but this library does not seem to have the book you lent me."

Clivi seemed to be a sunny smile at any time, but today it seems that he is a little tired in his heart, and there is a bit of loneliness in his eyes, "It is really difficult for Pansell School of Magic to collect my waste. Ascend to heaven."

"Purely by yourself?"

Murphy understood that although the guy in front of him didn't wear a dagger at his waist, by comparison, his status would not be as influential as that of a rich businessman. At least, the qualification to enter this library was prohibitive for ordinary nobles.

"You can't rely on others, aren't you the same?" The two had their first seemingly normal conversation on the way to the cafeteria. When Crive turned his head, he looked up at Murphy, who was taller than him, softly. Tao: "We are all a class of people, and we can only rely on ourselves."

"Why did you do this for her sentence?"

"Because she is very strong and beyond imagination, although my father let me enter this college and is eligible to take or not take any courses, but I really did not expect that this unknown teacher would be like this Person, so she refused my request was not unexpected, but that sentence was a gift to me."

"Gift..."

Murphy was a little preoccupied, and the Hebrew meaning of his name was a gift.

"It takes thousands of sentences to cultivate a person, and often only one sentence to destroy a person. Fortunately, your tutor opened a door for me with a sentence that should never be opened to me."

"Pansell School of Witchcraft and Magic, the Golden Oak Badge, what does that mean?"

Murphy wanted to hear how high the threshold Della had set for this young man-so he could know his approximate goals in the future.

"Students who want to enter the Pansell School of Witchcraft and Wizardry must pass a rigorous assessment, which is roughly divided into fifteen steps. Unfortunately, I am not qualified, but in addition there is another way, which is to publish enough The papers valued by the Constantine Guild of Magic, and approved by the Parliament, can be admitted as students and skip the review step."

"very strict?"

"The admission rate of the former is two hundred to one. This is the result of last year's audit, while the latter method seems to have not appeared for about seven years."

Walking into the cafeteria, Clivi's words appeared insignificant among the crowd, but these sporadic clues were sufficient to support him with a rough concept of the legendary "Aztec Gold Coin Incinerator" Academy. Colleges that only accept nobles have an admission rate of two hundred to one, which means that students enrolled every year are likely to be less than three digits or even just double digits.

The First School of Magic is well-deserved.

The dining hall is large and luxuriously decorated, with a huge fireplace at the end. The oil paintings on the walls are also authentic. The paintings are all famous painters of the empire. Most of them record the stories in the Old Testament, and occasionally there are some landscape paintings. The top of the tall canteen is full of murals. The dome is covered with sunlight, which brightens the interior. The suppressed atmosphere brought by the dark-tone brick walls is completely dispelled, making people feel warm.

"The Golden Oak badge is a sign that reaches the level of the Magister and is recognized by the tutor and the upper level of the entire college within ten years of enrollment. The magician wearing the Golden Oak badge means that he has the core to enter Constantine-the Royal Palace. Eligibility to salute the sage image."

For these, Clivi, who grew up in Constantine, is naturally clear. The palace of Constantine is naturally the highest glory of the empire, and the image of the sage is the two rows of empires standing in front of the palace. The statue of the monarch, everyone who enters the palace should pay tribute here first.

"It doesn't sound so difficult."

Murphy looked around, and there was some calm smile in the corner of his mouth-this is a noble disguise. In order to practice this smile, he stayed in the mirror for at least a hundred hours until the old butler felt satisfied. Active stiff face.

Trying to integrate into the group of "nobility", which is like a disguise in the jungle, is a required course, but until now he has not taken the initiative to learn to adapt.

Because the tuition is expensive, the food here is also superior. The students only need to sit down, and there will be a servant with a variety of foods. If you need it, you can take it yourself.

The two found a corner to sit down. There was a huge window on the side of the wall. Outside the window was a green lawn. The scenery was good. On the opposite wall, there was a faded word that did not fade away: "Life bears faith , Like trees carrying fruits."

This is a trace of Tarrens College's predecessor as a seminary. The early universities of Byzantium were all privately-funded seminaries, but today they have evolved into a variety of complex systems.

In front of the comfortable armchair, Murphy folded the napkins according to the orthodox etiquette, and the knife and fork were skillfully used-of course, the big reason was the seriousness from the anatomy class, and the Clivi beside him was also not frightened. Si confirmed his nobility.

"Life always needs a goal that you can't reach with your arms. If everything is at your fingertips because of the glory of your parents, it will be truly boring."

Clivi cuts bacon. This kind of meat is rarely supplied in ordinary civilian colleges. Because high-quality food is mainly given to nobles, civilians are generally only suitable for eating coarse grains and low-quality food.

"But your goals seem high."

"It's not a dream of nothingness anyway. Since someone can achieve it, why don't I try it?"

"Hope to see the day you put the golden oak badge."

Murphy raised the glass. Although the wine poured by the servant was not a valuable wine, it was sweet and delicious. Clivi stopped his hand and solemnly raised the glass to drink.

The two did not say much, and bored to eat.

The hustle and bustle of the canteen did not bother the two, but many unscrupulous sight scans made Murphy frown slightly because he seemed to hear some harsh words in his keen hearing.

"It is said to be an illegitimate child, his mother is a prostitute?"

"I don't know, just lower your voice. Both Carlin and Conger seem to be annoying him for not going to school."

Silence is the best response to rumors. Although it is said that, for teenage children, they have not experienced too much of the so-called honor and disgrace in human society. Naturally, they will not calm down as elderly people.

But a figure walking slowly let Murphy's brows spread.

Aquinas, the teacher of basic theology—at least in Murphy’s consciousness, he did not know the real status of the people in front of the Holy See. Except for a few people in the college, most people did not know his name. Fez can know this real name, enough to prove his position in the old man's heart.

"Lambs always eat grass carefree, don't they?"

Rye bread, a glass of water.

Aquinas sat across from Murphys. The narrow table in the cafeteria allowed Murphy to be close to the old man at the moment. His gray hair was neatly managed by the old man today. He wore a gray rag robe and dried hands. Open the bread, sprinkle a little salt from the dish, and eat it in clear water. This old ascetic always touched Murphy inadvertently, and caused long-term uneven ripples like stones thrown into the lake.

"If you have time, come to see more churches. I won't use ‘Lord’s glory to shine on you’ for any words. When I’m hungry, I’ll take out the remaining pieces of dry bread.”

"No problem, teacher."

Murphy nodded in agreement, and at the same time introduced Acrianna to Clivi beside him.

"The greatest pain in life is to go further and further on the wrong path, but I think you should be a wise man who has stopped and set foot on another path."

Aquinas looked at Clivi's gaze indifferently. After a word, she bowed her head and continued to eat her rye bread, moving slowly, seriously and piously.

Clivi moved a little hesitantly, not knowing what to say, and finally had to continue to deal with the bacon on the plate, his eyes thoughtful.

The three had finished their meals almost at the same time, but the old man seemed to want to say something. Clivi had politely resigned and returned to the library. UU read www. Uukanshu.com Morpheus was carrying a dagger with the old man out of the cafeteria.

Of course, behind them are still those annoying rumors.

"Qiu Fu's heart is always there. When we see people who live better than ourselves, we will always compensate in some shady ways. If we don't do this, we can't be called human."

The old man carried his hand on his back, walked on the sunny road, looked up at the sun above his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bright, always dazzling."

Murphy was silent, not much to the wise old man beside him, and the young and old walked towards the church, the last sight in the college that never appeared.

"Are you willing to give everything?"

Aquinas suddenly said such a sentence, asking a little bit dizzy.

"Strength, the power that makes me survive," Murphy thought for a while, adding: "Perhaps this."

"It really is a young man, realistic and straightforward." Aquinas didn't ridicule, but some were a little sighed and sad. "'Sprinkle blood for myself, sprinkle for the enemy'. This seems to be Wind What a family owner of the Sol family once said."

Murphy did not understand what the old man wanted to express.

"Why didn't the blood spill for my friends? Spill for my comrades?"

Aquinas tried to straighten her waist, her aged body seemed to be no longer obedient, and she finally gave up, "This is the nobility. They charged and fought to defend their leaders, but they were lonely for life."

The two came to the church, and Murphy gently opened the door to let the old man enter first.

Head-on, the abrupt words stopped him and the elderly at the same time.

"We arrived on time, Murphy Windsor, and the Christoph family send you a final greeting, and hope that your journey to **** will be pleasant and relaxing."