The Black Scepter

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The big chapter of 3500, there is one more change at night.

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"Oh."

Unexpectedly, Della didn't respond. She just sat there and asked a few questions about the task left for Murphy. She wasn't very satisfied with the answer-obviously, Murphy's emotions were affected by the assassination. Great impact, did not complete the task within the stipulated time.

After all, he was still a child in his tens, and smiled at some distance from him.

However, Della was very forgiving and didn't say much. She just took the teenager to the tower and explained the application of the elements to the unlucky blood.

Murphy, who has seen "Marcus Blood History", already understands that the bloodline in front of him is an earl-level vampire. This level of guy is already a kind to the Gangdoslan family who is a bounty hunter. A strong master, but this one used to appear as a fatal blow. He was cut off by Della before he could be assassinated. He had to say that it was unlucky enough.

And now Della demonstrates to Murphy not to use the silver knife to dissect, but to use a knife formed with condensed elements to show Murphys power and element control.

At the same time, it is also explaining the usage method for Murphy who does not have the magic foundation of "crystal silk", even if Murphy is not aware of it now.

Every release of spells and magic is a vast and huge project for ordinary people, from gestures to the communication between spirit and elements, and then the release of energy from the crystal wire to transform the element and begin to condense, there must be no deviation from beginning to end , Even if one syllable is misread, it will cause the entire casting process to collapse, and it will kill you if you defy it.

It’s no wonder that no one in the magic books has ever said the words “human conquering elements”. For magic, humans can only explore carefully and cautiously, but today they can only find out on this road. With a bit of fur, how easy is it to control elements? Della’s strength has given Murphy a completely different understanding of magic from ordinary students, but when condensing ten element scalpels at the same time, she sighed softly: “Compared to my mentor, I’m just just stepping through The threshold of apprenticeship."

Who is her mentor again?

Murphy didn't know it, nor did he dare to think about it.

There was no practice in this class, and Murphy also learned intermittently why this strong woman was willing to accept herself as an apprentice, Della’s "mentor". This reason somehow made Murphy feel a little small awkward.

It can't be said that it may be because he hasn't really begun to study meditation and condense the elements, or it may be because Della has not looked at it because of his strength itself. In short, it is a little lost.

Della seemed to see Murphy's mind that was not easy to conceal, and after dispersing the ten blades of the elements floating in the air, regardless of the dying blood race beside him, she smiled and said, "Is it not a bit wrong?" Be willing?"

"A little."

Murphy told the truth.

"If I tell you that your magical qualifications are more ordinary than that of Clive, what would you think?"

This sentence made Murphy feel a little bit struck by lightning, and was shocked in his head, but he quickly calmed down-because he never felt that he was a material for learning magic, accepting this reality is more than anyone Be quick.

"It should be."

Murphy sighed, pulling the corner of his mouth helplessly.

"The original fact is this. Your father is a strong Juggernaut. Naturally, you should inherit more from your father, but your hair color, pupil color and even body structure are not different from your father, which means what?"

Murphy didn’t understand, he didn’t understand what the mainland’s current research on genetics might be, and the old guy, Tang Jidi, would not tell him about the influence of his parents’ lineage on himself, so he shook his head and said no know.

Della smiled and laughed.

Then she didn't say the fact that might make that Murphy feel incredible, but just pointed to his arm and said, "Let me see."

Murphy gently rolled up the sleeves of the luxurious coat, revealing his arms around the bandage, but at the end of the bandage, the trace of the magic pattern was clear and obvious.

Della's unexpected expression, slightly squinting, held Murphy's left arm, and her fingers swept across the magic lines that were not much exposed because of the clothes.

At this moment, Murphy suddenly opened his eyes.

The feeling that I had experienced in Hook Town suddenly came, and the pain that seemed to be burning all over him will never be forgotten-but it is more intense at this moment.

Della's fingers left, and Murphy took a deep breath and gasped violently.

"It is both a gift and a curse."

The magician who always shrouded in mysterious veil took a step back and said softly: "Come here today, give you a leave, come here after you leave Tarrens."

"Yes, tutor."

Murphy bowed and bowed, as if fleeing and pushed out the door. His body was still trembling slightly. He almost collapsed after leaving Dela’s sight, holding the wall to breathe for a long time before he felt slow, then immediately Leave the tower without going back.

The magician Della, who stood by the window and looked down, showed a smile that ordinary people can never see. This expression has not appeared on Della’s face for many years. It seems that he does not laugh like this again. This magician It will be completely forgotten.

There are no heroes, make Shuzi famous?

In this era, absolutely not.

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Seven Stuart Street, Duke of Windsor House.

A team of carriages drove out of the mansion. Although there was no magnificent* momentum, the invisible street was more invisible.

The badge of the purple iris flickered in the sun with a restrained luster. The carriage was running smoothly and abnormally. The old housekeeper still personally served as a coachman, but this time, it was not like the student in Tarrens was wearing a black dress, but a dark blue precious handicraft. Clothing, although it is a butler, the silver buckle on the cuff and the metal buckle used for decoration on the collar are far from ordinary for the nobility. The carriage has a dark red hue, the black background is unusually deep, and the satin curtains are light Lightly, the horses pulling the cart were tall and calm.

Drive out of Stewart Street and walk through three quiet streets. The streets along the Nobel district will always be so atmosphere. It is peaceful and never has secular disturbances, although to a large extent this is like the socialization of the knives among the nobles. Under the calm water, there was an undercurrent, but in Constantine, even if the patriarch was assassinated, no one would shout and run on the streets of the Nobel district.

Not fast, not tepid.

The Nobel area, which only accounts for one-tenth of Constantine, has more than half of Constantine’s wealth. If you count the Pansell School of Magic on the edge of the Nobel area, this number will become 90%.

It is enough to imagine what amazing wealth gathered at the destination of the Duke of Windsor at this moment.

The surrounding buildings are not tall, but they are regular and full of rich details. They are the residences of the counts and counts of the empire, but after driving out of the last street into the area in front of them, the surrounding buildings suddenly disappeared, leaving behind It is a huge ring-shaped open space.

The ground is no longer an ordinary bluestone road, but replaced by black inkstones as dark as the night, and the light flashes from time to time, proving that there is a deep and powerful magic circle underneath.

The convoy stopped here, the old housekeeper bowed down and opened the door.

Akar Windsor, the hawk aristocrat in the empire who had never been cold to magic, personally came to the place where he once preached at a banquet that "a crowd of unreasonable lunatics", In order to just get a place for his son.

The guards respectfully arranged the formation, and Duke Windsor raised his head, looking at the iconic building of Constantine second only to the Saint Laurent Cathedral, sighing slightly, and then stepped towards the door of the Academy of Magic in the distance.

The image of Pansell School of Magic is like a huge spindle-shaped cylinder. The ground floor covers an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters, gradually increasing, and the area of ​​each floor decreases gradually until the core minaret of the tenth floor. Just like overlooking the mainland's No. 1 Magic Academy from above, with the circular magic array on the ground, it is as dazzling and beautiful as a blooming flower.

The gates of the college have long been opened, but this is only for etiquette-although the great aristocracy in the empire has a right to one side, it will not interfere in two departments, one is the Saint Laurent Cathedral that stands in the core area of ​​Constantine Unlike the Patriarch Patriarch represented by it, the other is the Pansell School of Witchcraft and Wizardry recognized by the Magic Guild that ignores the powerful background of the nobility.

So even the Duke will not be treated more than a student here.

The indifferent receptionist of the college greeted the duke, and then turned around and led him to the top of the Panther School of Magic-there is the dean's position because of the appointment For the sake of reason, the old duke can face this guy who was qualified to wear the golden oak badge once he was nineteen years old.

Freaks, there is absolutely no shortage here.

As a strong swordsman, the old duke is now known to be at the forefront. The changes of twenty years ago seem to have gone away from him. The large number of emerging strong men have fallen by more than half. The strength of the old duke It's not as good as before, but the deterrent and temper are unchanged.

The light of the corridor is bright, even though it is a hot summer day outside ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but there is no ray of sunlight coming in. Instead, the two beams of light on the wall exude a soft light like sunlight, and the echo of the footsteps is clear. The old duke looked serious.

Butler Pafa stood at the door of Pansell School of Witchcraft and Magic, and waited quietly for a day.

When the afterglow of the sun was over, the old duke walked out of the door of the Academy of Magic and walked into the carriage without a word.

The butler familiar with the master knows that things don’t seem to be going well, but he doesn’t talk much at this time, but just makes the carriage move slightly slower, and the ride is smoother. Sometimes, these details are all It needs to be taken into account that after spending so many years in the Duke’s Palace, Paffa was stable and leak-proof.

The Duke’s Palace in the night was deserted because of the departure of the main heart. When the convoy stopped, the Duke of Windsor, who got off the carriage, had no reason to add a kind of murderous atmosphere that only appeared many years ago. The deserted mansion seemed to have dropped a few degrees in temperature.

Looking up at the sculpture of the knight at the gate of the mansion under the moonlight, the old duke suddenly said: "Bring a letter to Murphy, his father is incompetent, and there is no way for him to enter the Panther School of Magic."

The butler who has been behind the old duke suddenly stopped, he never heard the word "incompetent" from the old man in front of him, and Duke Akar, who once swept the battlefield rival, was slightly after saying this Looking down, the face with wrinkles is already lonely and abnormal.

"In the end...I'm really not a qualified father."

The old housekeeper bowed deeply and turned back without saying anything extra.

Duke Windsor stood in front of the sculpture for a long time, sighing slightly, turned and walked into the mansion, the pace was decisive.

"However, the purple iris will not die like this."