The Black Scepter

Yesterday I met the two great gods of the prince of war and the innocence. I talked about some writing problems and benefited a lot. I believe that this book will be of better quality than the dragon skeleton. The two great god-level authors explained a lot and let me re-correct. With some new understanding of writing, I hope the following text will satisfy all friends.

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The appearance of the outsider was not beyond Murphy's expectations, because he was so sensitive that he could even judge the girl's height from the interval of footsteps. The person in front of him was wearing ordinary clothes, which seemed to be similar to the pedestrians on the street, but the well-maintained delicate face and the valuable silver bracelet on the wrist inadvertently declared her good status.

According to ordinary people's judgment standards, the girl in front of her looks like a sixteen or seventy-year-old girl, her figure is already small, and her face with a pair of emerald eyes has been called a small figure, but in Murphy's eyes, he has the only eyes The place to stay is not the slightly raised chest or the eyes that looked at him with curiosity, but the white neck-

He was calculating from what angle the dagger needed to draw it apart.

"Excuse me...Isn't Murphy...?"

The word "Master" didn't say anything, there was a hint of something different, the girl in front of her looked innocent, but Murphy narrowed her eyes-there are too many dangerous creatures in the jungle who can't even realize it In the midst of human life, a disguised sword poison spider that seems to be a dead leaf can poison an adult wild boar in one bite. The girl who inadvertently exposes flaws in front of her is less like a trustworthy object.

"There is an invitation letter here...Father wants me to give it to you personally."

The girl seemed a little disappointed to see that Murphy had no change in her expression, but then she seemed to think of something, and there was some unexpected rejoicing.

As if honey badger found the hive.

A plain envelope written on kraft paper was handed out by the girl, and Murphy's body backed away. The hand without the dagger stretched out **** to clamp the envelope, and then took it with no politeness. Over here.

The girl who looked at this weird behavior was a little dazed, but took a breath. She seemed to have decided what she said: "Don't a nobleman invite the lady into--"

Taking the initiative to step into the room, she suddenly stopped talking, because a sword was already attached to her neck.

The horrified girl didn’t yell. She believed at this moment that if she leaned forward a little more, her throat would be opened without hesitation. This is an instinctive judgment, because the people in front of her are not like Any aristocratic young master she had ever met, those who saw her and her eyes couldn't stop revealing obscene blaze rice bags could not be compared with the guy in front of her.

"I understand."

The abnormally calm girl said nothing, took a step back slowly, and left the range of the sword's attack, while Murphy squinted her eyes and looked at her throat for a moment. In the heart of this "Padding Flower".

"Maybe you are too enthusiastic."

The words of the old housekeeper sounded behind the girl, but it seemed a bit cold. "Young Master still needs to rest. Thank you for coming here in person. The Windsor family will remember the Blair family's enthusiasm."

The girl whose expression was still innocent and abnormal just seemed to change herself instantly, and she looked like a noble lady with a mature face, and said nothing, turned around and walked out.

"The Blair family, the owner of the city of Padin, Britney is the gift of Earl Isaac Blair. Sending his own daughter to this place in order to convey a message is really not to destroy the "speculators" among the nobles. Title."

The old housekeeper bowed slightly, seeming to apologize.

"Forgive me for taking the trouble, and let this lady come directly to your room."

The envelope held by Murphy's finger turned over, the dagger crossed horizontally, and the envelope lying flat in his hand was cut off by a silver light. The central position of the Blair family coat of arms wax paint, unfolded lightly, and Murphy turned the letter. Handed it to Paffa.

"After all, I will face this world alone, you are not wrong, now learn to be vigilant, it is better than regret in the grave."

Murphy knew very well that the old housekeeper in front of him was continually testing himself, but he did not feel disgusted. This is a disguised experience. Although there is no crisis like that in the jungle, it needs more brains to deal with. He is not good at it.

The dagger was spinning in his hand and simply inserted into the sheath. The alternative noble young master whispered in a low voice: "It's really a strange guy. Do you really think you will get any benefit by sending a free mating opportunity? "

The old butler beside was stunned.

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The night of Padin is still lively.

The development of the Byzantine Empire can be seen here. Even at night, most areas of the city are still brightly lit, which is particularly obvious near the center of the city-because it is an active area belonging to the nobility.

The Windsor family, the surname of the great aristocracy in this empire, had an indescribable meaning to Padin.

In short, all the nobles of Padin are in a sense, "squires", even if they go to a country like Constantine, they can only be the last in the noble circle, and therefore only in their own one. The acre is active in the three-point area. Of course, the nobility is a class that never lacks ambition. The Blair family is the old family that has been operating in the old city of Padin for nearly two hundred years. Qualifications for the core aristocratic circle of Tantin.

Murphy and his party are really low-key, even if they don’t wear the precious purple iris emblem, the well-informed aristocratic circle will still judge the tall knights and spirited old housekeepers from the first time. The invitation letter for the banquet written by Earl Blair was naturally handed out out of courtesy-let the beautiful daughter with the "Padin Flower" send it in person, UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com. What abacus.

For nobles, before the real wedding, no one will ever stop chasing power through marriage.

However, it is clear that all this is formal, and everyone knows what kind of disaster the Windsor family has suffered recently, and how dangerous this team is returning to Constantine.

Because of this, the act of "Padin Flower" coming alone to give a hug is more weighty, but Count Blair can't do it alone by putting his own daughter in danger. —The ambition, 17-year-old Britney has the same.

At night, the hotel where the sole heir of the Windsor family stayed was silent.

Knowing that the situation is not safe, Murphy will certainly not be stupid. He will go to a banquet. Facing this colorful and complex human society, Murphy gently plays with the short sword in his hand. Looking at the dim street illuminated by torches outside the hotel.

The old housekeeper delivered the dinner to the room, and did not even let Murphy out of the bedroom. However, at the request of Murphy, the old Pafa briefly explained what enemies the Windsor family might face.

Of course, if you list all the political enemies or enemies of an ancient family, it is estimated that there are several rolls of a parchment list, so the old housekeeper just said something that should be said.

"The revenge of the Duke of Christoph...the so-called noble vendetta is really dirty than imagined."

Murphy already had a concept of the so-called humiliation imposed on him—there was no inexplicable love or hatred. Since he honored himself, he would have to carry this nearly 100 years of vendetta.