The Black Scepter

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As a qualified steward, Paffareno is undoubtedly an indispensable figure in the Ducal Palace. Such a big event will allow him to personally drive from the Byzantine capital Constantine for three days to this small county on the edge of the empire, which means self-evident .

The first nobleman under the prince is the title of non-duke. As a long family with a history of more than 500 years, the surname "Windsor" is undoubtedly the best among the nobles and the nobles of the entire empire. Need to silently look up for existence.

For five hundred years, members of the aristocracy with this surname included iron-blooded generals who laid down half of the empire, great philosophers who wrote such great works as "Monarchy", and magisters who had been selected as "Merlin" tarot cards and big Akana … In other words, at least five members of the Windsor family are on the “List of Empire Glory” in the History of Byzantium.

Gong Gao Zhenzhu? Peerless honor?

As if it was a joke or a fate, this ancient family is now on the verge of being unsustainable.

Although the Duke of Windsor is not old, he has reached the threshold of 50 years old. For an imperial guardian swordsman who can wear the "Erica Long Sword Cross Badge" on his chest, this means that His strength is about to start to decline, but the real cause of the fact that this nobleman is worried about is that in a series of serial political assassinations, all his heirs have become burial objects of power.

The desperate Duke was hit hard, even though he never took off the false mask, he silently thought about whether he should punish himself in front of the portrait of the family ancestor, but a letter made him rekindled hope-once young The prince of love has an illegitimate child in the remote villages of the empire!

Apart from the Duke himself, no one knew the origin of the letter, and no one would be stupid enough to confirm the authenticity of the news. When the old butler who never left was rushing out of the Duke's palace under the dark, everyone knew - The old duke is now playing a gamble.

No one will know whether the Duke’s enemies will first strangle the illegitimate child who has never been seen in the deserted wilderness. The cold atmosphere of the Duke’s House reveals the suffocating sorrow, which reminds the old butler Slightly unbearable.

On the night when Murphys bid farewell to the old housekeeper and entered the jungle, the mayor of Hook town died silently and his mistress died in his bed, and the band of thieves did not escape the fate of death-of course, even with the burial, also There are guards throughout Hook Town.

This is the politics. The empire will not be responsible for the collective execution of guards in a remote town, nor will it explore the motives of the murder of a mayor who has never heard of its name. Of course, these are more likely to become nobles at the dinner Occasionally, one or two insignificant topics will soon be replaced by delicious foie gras or caviar.

In the history of Byzantium, there are countless large nobles who died in political murders, even more uprooted. The military nobles left over by the founding fathers of the entire empire, the Windsor family is the only remaining Of a pure bloodline.

Now, the purple iris that represents the emblem of the Windsor family seems to be about to fall.

The only hope fell on the shoulder of the old housekeeper Pafa-at this moment he was standing quietly on the hillside, overlooking the village of Nair before dawn.

Several tall guards stood behind the housekeeper, with silence and a strong breath. The delicate and thick silver Milanese light armor enveloped under the black robe. Although the purple iris badge on the chest was quietly taken off, it was unique to the family knight. The elite breath still makes them different from ordinary guards.

"At any time, nobles should understand how to move in and out gracefully."

Old Phaffa looked at the exquisite pocket watch hand-made by the master watchmaker of Constantine, gently closed the cover inlaid with a ruby ​​symbolizing the status of a domestic servant, sighed, and then looked at the distance Falling into silence.

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For Murphy, his life process is monotonous and full of unknown dangers at any time.

This young boy who lives in the village of Nair on the edge of Hookshire has very few properties-a dilapidated wooden house, a bad rusty machete, and a few pieces of washed, whitish, cheap burlap linen. There is nothing else.

Those things obtained by hunting were used by him to exchange for the old Merlot Silver Coin "filial piety".

In the early hours of this morning, Murphy, who was tracking a wounded elk, was surrounded by sudden guards, and was arrested after the rebellion was invalid. The only valuable families had no idea where they were thrown.

In fact, Murphy, who has been roaming deep in the forest all the year round, has never seen other humans in the vicinity of the Isenger swamp, which means that the so-called guards and bandits... did not appear so coincidentally in Murphy as imagined In front of Sri Lanka.

Passing through the dense jungle, I was not worried about the safety of Murphy around me. I ventured through a misty swamp that only he knew the way out. After going around in the east and west, he walked at least one kilometer over the lush foliage, no Leaving any traces on the ground, he finally came to the edge of Hook County-Nair Village in the early morning of the next day.

Murphy will not go straight to his door in a silly way. After looking at this small village with only a dozen farmhouses for a long time, he knocked on the outside of the village when the sky was bright. Out of place log cabin.

The rising smoke shows that this unusual wooden house is inhabited, but there is no dirt dog at the door of the ordinary house, and even this dirty house does not even have a decent fence.

The bare-chested Murphys didn't care that his magic patterns were exposed to the air—because the man in this room was the only one who mentioned the reason for Murphy's magic patterns on his body.

"Tap, tap."

Murphy's knuckles lightly knocked on the wooden door, but the next moment he suddenly dodged his head to the side!

The shining blade suddenly spurted from the wooden door in front of him, staying exactly one point where the left eyeball of Murphys was just-not an assassin, this is the old man's "greeting way".

Of course, the uninvited guests who are not familiar with this set already have a land on the hillside in the distance that will let them sleep for a long time.

"Boy, for the first time killing, are you afraid?"

When the wooden door opened, he heard a low "greeting" before seeing him.

"Fortunately."

Murphy's answer was cold, and it seemed to be stating something inconspicuous. When he walked into the wooden house, the wooden floor creaked. The decoration inside the house was almost monotonous without any furniture. There are two hard chairs and a The ash-filled fireplace looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a long time, and the bedroom is connected to the side, and the same simple scene is not necessary.

As if he walked into his own house, Murphy didn’t worry about being ambushed here. This was the only place in his heart that he would have full trust and no reservations. If there is danger here, he really doesn’t have to worry about it Can you live elsewhere?

There was a lazy figure in front of the fireplace, a cigarette rod in his hand, a half-length black and gray hair looked messy, and it was sloppy and abnormal with the messy clothes, but this guy had a picture A handsome face that is hard for ordinary people-even if this face that has been eroded by the years has some wrinkles, no one will think that the "handsome old man" in front of him is a beggar.

The eyes of the sea blue are clear and clear, the figure is not prominent because of the messy clothing, but the shoulders are different from the width of ordinary people.

Tang Jidi De, the old guy who said to Murphys after his mother's death, "If you want to live, come with me".

He is said to be old because of his appearance, but when it comes to strength or combat ability, Murphy's cognition is that he is well-deserved first.

"There is one less magic pattern, hey."

Don Quixote looked at the fireplace burning a few pieces of dry wood, and there were more abnormal words. Murphy's movements paused, seeming to be thinking, and then sat on the other chair left in the room. .

"I am the Duke's son?"

Murphy always had doubts about his identity-the old guy in front of him was like a monster, but he silently spent fifteen years in this deserted village where no bird shit. Who can not doubt that it has nothing to do with himself ?

Murphy had never raised this question, and he held it in his heart for a long time.

"Yes, that's right." Tang Ji Tuo De took a sip of his cigarette bag and spit out a thick smoke. "So...I remember everything I taught you?"

"I have to go?"

Without answering Tang Jidi's question, Murphy first asked the guy who forced himself to stay in the dangerous forest for seven years in a rhetorical tone.

"Boy, I won't be behind you forever."

Tang Jidi de gently knocked on the black cigarette bag, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com whispered back, "Your way and my way, maybe there is only this intersection point, look back a few years later, maybe you will just Thank you for this intersection."

Silence, Murphy didn't know how to continue to say something to this old guy who was usually strictly cold.

"My scimitar was lost..."

For a while, Murphy's voice was a little sobbing again.

Eight years of forest life and death training, eventually turned into a sigh, Tang Ji Tuo De, who is the second teacher of Murphys life, let him eat the hardship that ordinary people can't imagine, but he also pointed out that he can survive no matter where The way down.

"Use my sword, give it to you, just think about it."

Tang Jidi was sitting up, Wei An's body was very thin against Murphy's body, he reached out and touched Murphy's head, the young man's very strange man's black hair was messed up by him, but almost never shed tears At the moment, Murphys squeezed his lips tightly, and let the tears fall.

"Where are you going?"

There is no respect for it, because the old guy never wants to hear what he looks older.

"Maybe go to the sacred Gabriel empire, or Caslandi, I miss the spirits there." Tang Jidi reached out and pulled out the short sword that had just pierced the wooden door, and handed it to Murphy —— There are countless similar marks behind the door, but the distance between each sword mark penetrated by the dagger is the same. Thousands of traces form a regular cross, dignified and solemn, but there is no The wooden door was completely destroyed, "Son of the Duke of Byzantium, no small title. You are standing higher than I was now, and you cannot be lower than me in the future."

"Remember...teacher."

For the first time, Murphy referred to Don Quixote in this vocal sound.

"Damn, I'm not old!"