The Black Scepter

Originally, I wanted to explode, but in order to write my graduation thesis, the time is not enough. After writing 3,000 words a day, my brain is messed up. The things written in the manuscript are deleted by half. To be honest, I have been busy with reading and charging recently. I hope you will be considerate. Writing books requires inspiration and accumulation. Although it hasn't reached the point of breaking, it has been difficult this week. Thank you for your understanding!

It is more than 4,000 words today, which can be regarded as compensation. It is really impossible to explode the two changes. After the reply on the 12th is over, everything is easy to say.

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The Duke of Akar in the restaurant did not sit on the needle felt because Ashkandi stayed in the Duke’s Palace. After Murphys retired, the old housekeeper Paffa brought a not very good news-Ashkandi was blown up. A group of mysterious characters rushed into the site, killing dozens of guards and carrying out an investigation, and left in a hurry. There was no body left, but there is evidence that the blood race did it.

Needless to say, the explosion during the day is really too eye-catching and wants to cover up? There is no problem with the civilians in their own territory, but some people may not be so good at talking. In fact, Duke Akar understands that he can use his family resources to forcibly resist the prying eyes of this group of nasty bats, but this It’s not cost-effective. No one knows that Ashcandi was sealed here for hundreds of years. Otherwise, Mullen would have been razed by the blood of the entire continent. Secondly, the remains after the explosion have been shattered. Most of the evidence was buried, even if this group of blood came, they had to dig hard to find the Ashkendi’s coffin and determine her identity, but this is basically unrealistic. The deep pit buried all the secrets and wanted to dig It takes at least ten days to work.

So the guards sent by the Duke in the past were nothing more than smoke bombs, and the appearance of the blood clan happened to be the bait to eat.

However, he failed to walk back to the bedroom from the dining room. The expected "disturb" caused the old Duke to change his pace.

The messenger of the Nier family visited the Ducal Palace at night.

This level is also the earl's blood family and came straight to ask about the whereabouts of José Nière, while the old Parfa took out the box containing Jos’ clothing and relics at an appropriate time, which made the other party see the original pale face. Like eating arsenic, the Duke's subsequent explanations seemed unwilling to believe, but just left a sentence like the Japanese leader and spread the bat wings with the box and flew to the sky.

The old Phaffa didn't have time to retreat, and he saw in the corner of his eye that big bat that hadn't flew, was suddenly hit by a great force, and stunned from the sky to the ground!

"Some people seem to have a bad temper than me."

Duke Akar shook his head, looking at the silent night sky in the distance, but grinned helplessly.

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Murphy looked at the open door with a stunned look, and the hand he reached to knock on the door seemed to forget to put it down.

After dinner, Murphy thought for a long time that he still needed to talk about the contract with this woman who looked normal but actually not normal. After all, this is the territory of Windsor, and he should not be too cold. This "guest".

It's just that after politely knocking on the door in front of her bedroom, the automatically opened door and the scene displayed inside it are definitely more exciting than Della's dissection of the blood race.

The woman in an evening dress squeezed a heart elegantly, as if it were still beating between the slender fingers, and on the ground beside was a breathless blood family with a pale face and a terrifying chest The big hole, the body is withering and decaying at a rapid rate.

Ashcandy's appearance is nothing like the grace of dinner, but he is completely a cold dictator!

"Annoying flies."

The beating heart on the palm of the hand dried up with her cold words, and the energy and vitality of the blood clan depended on the Dark Queen for all her life.

Ashcandy, with red eyes, looked sideways at Murphys, his white face showing undisguised disdain, and Murphys heart burst out for no reason.

"Lucky humans, do you want to overtake Ashcandy on a contract?" The proud dark queen no longer looked at Murphys, her eyes stayed beside the characters in the oil painting "Our Lady of the Rock" In the face, the face is still beautiful, but it gives people a feeling of refusing to approach. "In my long life, your successful spellcasting may be my biggest shame."

Murphy swallowed and didn't know what to say, he felt like he was coming-it wasn't the right time.

At the moment, Murphy had no interest in talking. Facing this woman who suddenly seemed to be standing in a high position and looking down on him, he had instinctive resistance and suffocation, but he could only take a step daringly, because he couldn't just Leave, this is Windsor's mansion, and he is not a lamb to be slaughtered, even if the other party has terrifying strength.

Thinking of these, Murphy simply raised his head and said directly: "I only have one question. What will your wake up bring?"

"As you can see, trouble, and a little bloody."

Ashcandy's eyes were extremely sharp, and the staring brought by the **** double pupils made Murphy more uncomfortable. The psychological pressure, which never existed in the past, made Murphy feel the oppression for the first time.

"Specifically?"

Ashcandi gently lifted Erlang's legs, but he looked at Murphys lazily as he looked at the prey, refusing to answer directly.

This is not a joke warning. Murphy, who has experienced this feeling in the jungle, can be sure...there is one more nonsense, and it is possible that the other party will blow up the Duke’s Palace.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Murphy, who knew nothing about it, finally politely said goodbye, and his young back was slightly depressed and irritable.

In the room, the silent Ashkandi's eyes stayed on the body on the ground, his face like ice.

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The next day.

Last night’s emergencies made Duke Akar a bit caught off guard. The dispute between the Niyer family and the Vienna family was actually not a big deal, but the two guys who died in their duke’s house were not small people. They are all worthy of attention, but what surprised the Duke the most was the news he received about Constantine.

The specific inside story of "The Advent of Angels" Murphy did not tell his father too clearly, but the dramatic fluctuations shocked the Patriarch of the Holy Court of Constantine!

This is a fact that cannot be concealed. The holy impact caused by the holy descend even spread to the two neighboring territories. The distance is unimaginable, and the news was naturally transmitted to Constantine in the first place!

The last recorded "advent" was done by Saint Theresa, and every time this happened, there was no happiness and well-being. According to historical records, after three saints in history, the mainland pattern will be one. The reshuffle in the turmoil that lasted three to ten years!

Therefore, the violent fluctuations that occurred in Mu Lun immediately aroused the great attention of the Imperial Holy See.

The Royal Palace even sent a team of investigators specifically for this purpose, to confirm the authenticity of Shengjiang-and along with it came a squad of judges from the "Sword of Adjudication" at the refereeing office. The heretical combat troops came to Mulun, the meaning is naturally not as simple as looking at the scenery.

The Duke has many things to deal with, but it is clear that another person is at the center of this storm.

Murphy sat alone in the room, staring at the book in front of him in a daze.

After reading all the books I read and the new book list in front of me, none of them could be related to the "Dead Sea Contract". After a night of searching, I only found the basic concept of cracking the "contract"-"Force to crack the contract." Requires a caster with at least twice or more of the original contract's spellcasting level to reorganize and crack, but the risk is extremely high."

In other words, the magician who unlocked the 98-level contract can at least release a spell of nearly 200-level—and the highest level of magic recorded is 177-level "dusk." It has only appeared once in the world, but no one has witnessed it, leaving only a ruin to record the power of this horror spell.

For him, this means that the chance of a magician who can unlock this contract is very small, and it seems that the fate of Ashcandi and the fate of Ashcandi have an unimaginable intersection. God knows what effect this contract has. What kind of vortex will you end up in?

When the door was knocked when distressed, Murphy looked up and found out that the "disaster star" turned out to be outside the door.

The sunlight close to noon made the bedroom bright and unusual, a simple but luxurious single coat, with a strong gas field but a milder and abnormal than last night. Ashcandi first looked at Murphys at the side of the door, blinked, and seemed to be in After obtaining the right to enter the room, after getting Murphy's answer, he walked into the house with cheerful steps, and looked around ——

Murphy's mouth twitched. Where is this murderous werewolf leader? This **** is a noble girl who has never seen anything new!

What is the difference? He frowned deeply.

In order to understand whether Sister Joan was injured by puppet surgery, Murphy read a paragraph in the book "Lord of Dolls", probably about the puppet master occasionally making the same body plug The tragedy after entering the two souls is half-finished, and the consequences seem as weird as this Ashcandi!

Murphy didn’t speak, because the two people in the house did not have any common language at the moment-one was the noble heir, the political emotional intelligence was not high, the strength was not enough, one 15-year-old Maotou, and the other lived for nearly a thousand years. The monster-like character of her, according to ordinary people, the only career she should do is to once again lead the long-lost werewolf to the stronghold of the church and the blood tribe, setting off a **** storm.

"Angry?"

In a very unexpected sentence, Ashcandi even asked Murphy with a smile on her face with a touch of sunshine. She likes to lean her head slightly, with a plump, golden-looking body, enough for any one The man wants to burn himself.

This "Ω"-level strong man has a pair of deep black eyes during the day and a slightly pointed chin. It feels like a young girl under the age of twenty, but the charming eyes make her more young. The word "Youwu" is well deserved.

But even if the aesthetics are not deformed, Murphy is not in a mood to obsess about her and her good imagination. Ashcandi’s offer made him hesitate for a long time, and finally said bluntly: "I just want to understand myself next How much will be affected by you, last night did not mean anything."

After saying this, Murphy was ready to blow up his bedroom.

"It's really a problem," Ashcandi rolled his eyes carelessly, as if he didn't care about Murphy's unpleasant conversation with himself last night, but reached out and really counted his enemy and gave the answer: "Blood At least thirteen families will make every effort to kill me, and unscrupulously, there seem to be five cardinals who died in my hands in Gabriel's empire... or six? It is not clear, their heretical ruling may be I wish I had a cup of tea, and the Byzantine Inquisition should be of the same nature. The new six-pointed star would like me to be a gift to them?"

Without seriousness, he uttered a string of words that scared ordinary people. After Ashcandi finished speaking, he walked casually in the room filled with books and phalanx drawings, reached out and picked up Murphy. The exquisite sextant on the table seems to be curious about its effect-it seems that this kind of thing was invented after her "sleeping".

But Murphy reached out and recorded the names on the parchment, thinking for a moment, saying, "Is there any?"

In other words, he could still ask this sentence carelessly after he heard that the enemy of the other party covered and covered half of the continent. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Yes, I want to kill the famous heroes of the great werewolf leaders, and the sissy aristocrats who have read many novels in various empires. There are many families in the werewolf who want to be independent portals...I think, It should be counted as bounty hunters of various empires, holy grail knights, great mages, blood-striked assassins and the like who want to challenge me to advance through them, are they enough to make up enough legions?

Looking down and breaking the finger, Ashcandy, after counting the names, quietly looked up at Murphys, but found that the wood actually said what he said in a word, and he was a little discouraged. A guy without a sense of humor is completely helpless.

"It seems a lot."

The pen in Murphy's hand didn't stop.

"So?"

Ashcandi was unclear, so he raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Can I scold someone?"

Murphy put down the quill, picked up the parchment and dried it gently while talking.

"A nobleman shouldn't be so rude."

"Then I don't seem to have much to say."

He shrugged and pouted.

This answer made Ashkandi stunned, and then laughed without a lady's gesture!

Murphy was unsure. She lowered her head and continued to write something on the parchment. Ashcandy, who smiled enough, looked down and was silent—the enemies listed by her on the left half of the parchment, densely packed, and ink on the right The enemies of Fez: the solitary Christoph family and several family names that have almost disappeared.

When the two are compared, the gap is as great as the difference between the two.

"Next, I think it's still you who are busy with you. It's more appropriate for me to continue to be a noble master. What do you think?"

Murphy rubbed his temples and had an unusual headache.