The Black Scepter

Second, ask for a red ticket!

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Humil’s father narrowed his eyes in the distance, but didn’t speak. He just watched his son come back with some loss of spirit, pale and dull eyes.

"The road ahead is long. Never be complacent. The children of Windsor have taught me a lesson for me. To be honest, I should thank him, otherwise you won't be a talent."

Humil’s father wore a medal representing the magister on his chest. He was a court magician and he also had the title of Count of the Empire. At the same time, he was directly responsible for most of the magic resources of Constantine for the emperor. How much lower is Commander Windsor.

He was also one of the few people who had just been able to chat to God with Windsor. The old nobles all had their own wisdom in dealing with their own behavior. In the face of the behavior of the old friend's son to his son, he had a weighing scale in his heart, and the bottom line was there If it is not touched, then it is possible.

Stretching his hands to wipe the cold sweat from his son's forehead, the old count just said a word in his ear gently: "Don't look down on anyone, a human who is vulnerable to a disease can take his life, and establish few enemies. , Make more friends and live longer, that is the winner."

Humil nodded, and just wanted to say something, but suddenly found that the whole venue of the dinner suddenly fell quiet.

The dinner was halfway through, at this moment the Duke Azshara had retired, and most of them had finished the first dance, but there was some quiet talk at the door, which made the people in the house turn around The head, then saw the scene that made them feel incredible.

The door of the entrance hall was gently pushed open, and the two elders stepped in, then stood on both sides of the door like a servant. The white robe on their body and the silver embroidery thread on the edge indicated that they belonged to the Panther School of Magic and are schools The backbone of the characters, but also one of the huge brackets of the magic power of the empire.

Advanced Magister.

The badge representing superb strength is shining. This is not a magician that can be encountered at the Constantine’s Academy of Magic at any time. Humir, who is just complacent about his achievements, is just a first-level magician, from this level up. The intermediate and advanced magisters are followed by the primary and intermediate magisters, and finally the advanced magisters. The level crossed represents the difference between strength and status.

But this is not the main event, and the figure that gently steps into the main hall is the one that can hold your breath.

A white dazzling pure white robe with wide sleeves and diamond-like crystal borders, a staff with a white light shining. How tall is a person, gently tapping on the ground, every time it will cause A faintly scattered, cloud-like ripple, a face that is not old, a little gray hair, a hooked nose, and sharp eyes lifted the nobles of the nobles in the house.

Humil’s father got up first, and he didn’t hesitate to bow to the mage in front of him—the only person who could make him perform such a salute was His Majesty the Emperor.

Holy Dome Magister, Freud.

"despair."

The gentle tapping of the wand seemed to buckle in the atrium, and the aristocrats who stood up and saluted all around had different postures, but the meaning of the expression was self-evident-this was pure, pure respect for the character standing at the top of the power pyramid.

Murphy narrowed his eyes—is this the one who waved his hand and rejected his father's request?

The atmosphere of the evening where the atmosphere was still relaxed was suddenly abnormal. The new generation of nobles such as Nina, who held their breath, also included the majestic middle-aged nobles who had not seen this horrible magister.

Windsor and several old nobles got up to salute their chests, and the Holy Magister of the Holy Vault just returned salute to these people, and ignored the rest.

No one thinks this is arrogant.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you at the dinner. I didn't come here today to dance a waltz with you or discuss some unimportant topics, just because I have something...need to discuss it with a younger generation. Freud took a light step, his eyes shifted slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes. At the next moment, he suddenly locked Murphy in the corner. "Um... Murphy? Windsor As for the rejection of your application for admission by Pansell School of Magic, I said that no exceptional decision will be made."

He marched towards Murphys, his robe was automatic without wind, and he was awe-inspiring.

"It's just that this is not because you are not qualified. My old bone needs to explain it to you personally. If the Pansell School of Magic is a stage, I can only say that it is for you-not enough. Big."

The words fell like a heavy hammer, struck in everyone's atrium, shocked.

"Bring a greeting, because we are in the same vein."

A faint light flashed through, and Freud had a thin wand in his empty right hand-unlike the large wand, this slender wand is more suitable for use by young mages to condense Elemental speed is much faster than that of a large staff of the same level, but obviously, this is suitable for fast-paced close combat. For a great magister like Freud, the power and deterrence of the staff in his hand Strength is more important.

Because such a staff can store one or more spells, it will be very time-consuming and laborious to activate.

But what is important is not the rarity of the magic wand, but the simple phrase "Teacher a line" of the Holy Magister Magister!

Murphy was a little stunned, and immediately remembered the mentor Della's style and her mysterious strength. Even though she felt that there was not much surprise in saying this kind of words to the one hundred-year-old man in front of her, she took it with both hands, respectfully And moderate.

The pure black wand started cold, and Freud smiled, reached out and patted Murphy's shoulder, no more words, but nodded to the qualified nobles in the distance, no Stay in the field for more than half a second and turn away.

The two high-level mages followed behind respectfully, and the door of the hall was gently closed with the elemental power brought up, leaving the silent crowd in the house.

Murphy looked down at the wand, and he didn't seem to realize how his identity had changed in everyone's eyes-the young men who had just disdained Murphy in the distance shook their fingers slightly. Speechless.

That's the Holy Magister!

If it weren’t for Murphy’s reason today, they estimated that they would never see this legendary character up close in their lives. In the hearts of Constantine’s nobles, this great magister was even rarer than His Majesty the Emperor. At first sight, but for several children who study magic, there is like seeing the true **** in the magic palace up close!

And as the entire banquet, Murphys, who became the protagonist from now on, held this magic wand and turned away from the hall, thus ending his first formal dinner.

"Is it a joke of the tutor?"

Murphy boarded the carriage with a wry smile, leaving the powerful or deceitful nobles with a lonely back. Although young, they had a trace of indescribable decay.

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Freud, who turned and left, left in a special carriage of the School of Magic, and the two high-level magisters did not speak behind him, until the less powerful team stopped in front of the main entrance of the Panther School of Magic. , One of the old men with a beard hanging down his chest said softly: "Dr. Dean, this kind of behavior...is it some..."

"Extraordinary?"

Freud's staff struck lightly on the ground, and the clear voice made all the guards around him stand up and salute, not daring to be indifferent.

The old man who asked the question muttered, bowed his head, and dared not speak.

"Even if I rushed to the sacred Gabriel Empire to perform the "Judgement of Heaven", as soon as she made this request, I would do it immediately. I said so, understand?"

The footsteps of the two high-level mages shuddered slightly, and they no longer dared to raise their eyes.

It seemed that only the character who existed in the legend could do this for the Holy Magister Freud to say this—and inadvertently the two of them came into contact with a fact that other people could not confirm at all.

In the ancient book "The Origin of the Tarot", there is a detailed account of the various origins of the Tarot card that is popular in the mainland. The Tarot card itself is a prop for divination, and it was first found in some rivers and lakes. The so-called "diviner" guys used it for fortune-telling, but before these people popularized the role of Tarot, its existence was not only as simple as divining by shuffling and cutting cards to interpret the meaning of the card, Gil Egerman's "The Origin of the Tarot Card" was written three hundred years ago, and was later revised by future generations. UU reads www.uukanshu.com. For the key issue of "origin", he personally, as well as dozens of later revisions One of the most respected claims comes from the legendary organization.

First of all, one of the most basic accepted facts is: the tarot card was created by the magician.

As we all know, the "Golden Compass Council" is the highest council in the magic world, and the Holy Magister Freud is one of them. It can be described as an example of peaking, but according to Giles Egman's inference, after a lot of historical facts He has an idea that is ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, that is, there is another stronger and more concealed parliament in this world, which overrides the "golden compass parliament" that has existed for 800 years. Above, silently overlooking all beings in the world.

It was this group of people who created the Tarot cards.

The characters who can be listed on this deck are all mainland leaders. According to the name of each card of the twenty-two cards of the big Akana, the category to which these characters belong is determined, such as the "fool" whose serial number is zero. The "Magician" on the 1st, "The Grim Reaper" on the 13th, etc. Every 22 years, the Tarot card will be made by an unknown organization to create a new set. Every time a deck is made, the tarot card will have its own serial number. From the first deck, the current set of tarot cards is already the 39th set.

Freud ranks the 39th set of Tarot cards "Magic", which means the peak of the recognized magician, but it is only the tower that allows Freud to say what he just said. The predecessor of the "magician" who appeared on the Luo card in the past.

The woman referred to by "she" only appeared in the sequence before the tarot card, and also appeared in the set with the serial number "one"-this means that the same is Freud The woman of the international Murphy mentor is over 850 years old.