The Black Scepter

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On Sunday, Murphy returned to Cauchy Cavalier College in advance. When he came to the dormitory, he did not see anyone else, but surprisingly found that the housekeeping was neat and unbelievable, wondering who was so diligent.

Relative to the last empty hand, this time Murphy brought his own box of books, including some of Aquina’s manuscripts, some Augustin and Aquina’s commercially available books, and those deep An obscure magic book hidden deep in the bottom of the box.

Without much thought, Murphy, who daggered his sword across his knees, seized the time and entered meditation-but obviously, he soon understood why higher-level magicians needed a separate claustrophobic space and even a magic tower for them to study magic. Because a quiet and stable environment is too difficult to find-it is easy for a magician to find a quiet environment, but at the same time it is very difficult to be full and stable.

But for Murphys, the first standard of the meditation environment is difficult to meet-at this moment there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the dormitory door, the violent rhythm was unusually rare, and then the whole hallway closed the door After another, there was a lot of rain coming.

"Boom boom."

The door that had been knocked open before had never been knocked, and Murphy opened his eyes and frowned.

Standing up, holding the dagger in his hand, Murphy easily guessed who was outside the door. After thinking through the door, he politely said: "Please come in."

There was no response outside the door.

Murphy raised his eyebrows, but had no intention of stepping forward. Instead, he turned directly to sit on the bed and continued to meditate.

Although Prince Langinus said a few meaningful words to himself, this does not mean that Murphy has the time to accompany this somewhat nervous girl.

Outside the door, Lilith waited intently in a leather armor that was close to her body, and she pouted slightly, who was about as tall as Murphys, and wanted to wait for Murphys to open the door and press the other side first. However, Morpheus didn't take himself seriously at all, so that the young lady who had no extra effort could not help but gritt her teeth.

This taste of deflation can be uncomfortable.

The door was clearly unlocked, but Lilith was reluctant to push the door like this-because it seemed that she was inferior, but the young lady's patience was so far worse than Murphy's, 20 minutes Afterwards, she finally couldn't bear this kind of disregarded feeling and she pushed in.

"you this--"

Before she finished, Lilith's face was red.

Naturally, it wasn’t because of a dog blood incident that Murphy was changing clothes, which made her feel ashamed. It was entirely because the dormitory house was 100 times tidier than the room in which she lived. The girl’s mind was always elusive Delicate and unusual, sometimes it seems inexplicable, just as the spotless dormitory cleaned by Corvin at this time inadvertently hurt Lilith's self-esteem, and there was no reason to accumulate this grievance on Murphys.

Murphy, who was sitting on the bed, meditated with his eyes closed, seemingly not paying attention to the fact that the proud young lady Knight had broken in.

After all, as a woman, Lilith’s advanced guardian knight’s strength is already extremely rare and powerful, but as a warrior, she is still far from qualified-in terms of combat instinct, alertness and self-control, Murphy It is an indisputable fact that it is a few streets to throw Lilith.

Lilith, who was standing in the room, was a little embarrassed, and the two stood silently, but the stalemate was suddenly broken.

"What's going on today? Why is the corridor so safe--"

Boozer's voice came to an abrupt halt after entering the dormitory, followed by Hidink's abrupt but inaudible curse. By the time Lilith turned her head, there were only silly big Corvins standing by the door. The stunned open mouth looked at Murphy sitting on the bed and the old lady called "the devil" in front of him, and was dragged by the three or four hands behind him without saying a word. Out of the dormitory...

"I don't think they run away because you look scared."

Murphy opened his eyes slowly, staring at Lilith in front of him, and then felt a little funny-but Murphy didn't know that maybe he was the only one who could speak so openly but would not be pressed by her. Live the beater.

Lilith's face changed a few times in an instant, but she was stunned, and vaguely said: "I have something to do with you."

"I'm busy."

Murphy simply waved his hand, causing the other party to open his mouth unexpectedly-is this a little too big?

"You..." Lilith's delicate but powerful little hands squeezed, and she seemed determined to say: "I'll ask you something, and answer me, I won't trouble you anymore."

Looking up, Murphy shrugged indifferently: "That's what you want to say? It doesn't even sound like a threat. Doesn't you come and trouble me have anything to do with me?"

Lilith froze-indeed, fight? I couldn’t beat him, and I never “deliberately” pulled the big skin and bullied the tiger. He didn’t have much experience, and the young lady who didn’t even have the most basic aristocratic attributes of the aristocrat was choked off. She asked herself if she couldn't do it. Lilith, who was distracted, thought she was too suffocated. Eventually she stamped her feet and blushed away without a word.

Of course, everyone understands that this is not shy, but rather annoyed. As to whether it will become angry, God knows.

Murphy, who seemed to have won the battle, raised her eyebrows to watch her leave, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

When the **** of plague in the eyes of the other person left, the three roommates darted into the dormitory with wide eyes as if they saw a novel animal, and tacitly surrounded the bed where Murphy was sitting.

"Tell me honestly, did the Windsor family and the Langinus family get married? It's impossible."

Hiddink didn't have the usual calmness. Looking at Murphy's expression was very funny, as if he saw the rosebud blooming out of the violet, except for accidents or accidents.

"This is not true. I just had a fight with her a few days ago, so--"

"Lord..." Fat Boozer snapped his face. "You have a fight with her... Is the person who beat her down last week rumored to be you?"

Murphy nodded, and Boozer wailed, lying on the bed and exaggeratedly shouting "Halalya".

"This guy finally found the object of his promise. He swears that whoever beats the guy will marry him." Hiddink joked and kicked his fat ass, turning his head. : "Hurry up and pack things up, or let the group of lazy goods take the lead again at night."

Corvin cleaned the house without a word.

"Is Lilith so terrible?" Murphy felt a little weird. "Prince Hades did not spoil her daughter like ordinary people think. He seems to have a rigid relationship with Lilith."

"Next time, remember not to talk about these things."

Hiddink reached out to stop Murphy, "Even if you trust me, don't say these things casually. It's good for me and better for you, but if you say more, it's not good for anyone."

Murphy understood that this guy talked more about the art of speaking to the nobility than he was doing, nodded and said no more, but his heart was a little warm.

"Out of town training tonight, the notification I just received, a week."

Hiddink got up and didn’t ask too much about the **** of plague. He pointed out the window and said: "There will be meat in the cafeteria at noon, eat more, leave at night, now clean up and go to the meeting early, one second later Penalty run circle."

"no problem."

Murphy got up and looked at Boozer, who was stuffing the sausage into his bag, wondering: "Bring your own food?"

"It's better to eat game if you have the ability, but usually the logistics will only dry you bread and water." The fat man mumbled without lifting his head, and took a small bag of secret chili powder that I don't know where to put it on the body. In his pocket, "field training is nothing more than the ability to adapt to the complex terrain to control the horses. Of course, it also allows you to learn to endure the strange smell of not taking a bath for a week."

"Cowen loves snoring during field training, Hiddink always grinds his teeth," the fat man then quietly murmured to Murphys in an unsearchable voice, "wait more at night, but don't say it, although the nobles have thick skin, but At least here, the heart must learn to have someone else."

"To understanding."

Inexplicably, Murphy felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

Uninformed, Hiddink flipped the calendar on the table and said softly: "The day is okay, the day after tomorrow is a full moon, and the vision will be better at night. I hope that I will not blow the assembly number in the middle of the night."

At the full moon, Murphy looked a little trance, and for no reason remembered the few words and phrases that Tang Jidi had once said.

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In the night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The tower outside Tarrens College looks silent and abnormal under the moonlight, like a sleeping beast.

But inside the tower, the scene was **** and strange.

It is difficult to pick a secret from the mouth of a blood race, because years have sharpened the nerves of a long-lived person, so that they have a strong enough will to resist the so-called torture, but this blood race lying on the anatomical table at this moment realizes the real What is fear? Physical means may not make this blood family have any fears, but a magician who has mastered the magical meaning for nearly a thousand years, the means of making people speak can not be counted.

"The shuffling of the underground order is always so without warning. The Windsor family does not seem to be as simple as it seems."

Della’s gaze didn’t stop at the blood family whose image had become disgusting. She held a small "A Brief History of Heretics", which seemed to sort out the relationship between the characters in a book that was not a long list. The book has a pure black cover, but the cover is painted with an inverted dark red cross. The material of the book cover is unknown, and the new and old are not visible.

"It's better to live a humble life than a glorious death. Windsor, as the most cunning of the short-lived, understands the meaning of this sentence better than we do, let me tell you these secrets are not good for you, underground order Huge is far from what ordinary humans can imagine!"

"It's really savvy enough, arrogant and noble. The so-called longevity always confuses this conceptual difference."

Della didn't have an emotional answer. She looked up and looked out of the window. A bright moon was not full, but it was bright and unusually hanging in the sky.

"Unrest in the underground order? It should be him who understands who he is."

Della flipped a page lightly, glanced over the list of big names in the Brief History of Heretics, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the center of the page, a full moon is covered with magic patterns, and the Windsor surnames are arranged.