The Black Scepter

Chapter 44 - Proud magician, sad sonata



Today, I changed the red ticket yesterday to no more than 400. Seek the red ticket and change it to 400 tomorrow.

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“Murpheus? What a funny name, I don’t know what your impression of Constantine?”

The voice was soft, and he looked up, and Murphy saw one of the girls who hadn’t seen her more than before, with a peachy face and eyes that could speak.

“Great.”

Murphy smiled very rustic.

This expression made the other party a little tolerant, and the small fan in his hand gently covered his mouth. The face with painted makeup was very delicate, but it also appeared a little pretentious, making Murphy uncomfortable.

“I’m Nina Condot, now studying at Pansell School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, don’t know where you go to school?”

Obediently, just pick one from Pansell School of Magic?

Murphy blinked and still said with a smile: “At home, I was in class at Tarrens College, but I dropped out.”

The news seemed to surprise Nina. Her delicate body twisted and frowned slightly: “Tarrens? Why go to that kind of place? I don’t think it’s a problem to enter any college with your father’s background Is that right?”

Her fingers gently folded the small fan. Although she was only 16 years old, her well-developed **** were already small in size. She lifted her gently, as if waiting for Murphy’s answer.

Stretching his hand and scratching his nose, Murphys wanted to say something, but found two more guys in front of him.

From left to right, it seemed to be a messenger of flowers. The two teenagers who had been beside Nina looked at Murphy in a less friendly manner, and one of them had sent a very obvious signal-“No problem? Nina, I am I heard that the famous Duke of Windsor was rejected at the Panther School of Magic for his son to apply for admission.”

The speaker did not speak very loudly, but the people nearby could hear clearly, but there was no sudden silence. I could see that the news had spread throughout the circle.

“Nina, I want to hear about your review process of the high-level magician last time, can you tell me about it? The instructor thinks that my crystal energy is not enough to start the “Kosler Four Eyes Array”, but as many as The professor remains optimistic about this.”

Needless to say, the other boy was also a student of the Pansell School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although he attended the dinner, he was inlaid with a badge that symbolizes a mid-level magician, showing off a strong sense. He didn’t look at Murphy at all. He seemed disdainful and peaceful. He stood together.

Nina’s brows were slightly wrinkled, and she didn’t give any good looks to the two suitors. The kung fu of the pusher was perfect, and the fan in her hand was inclined, pointing to the little child in the distance who was looking up and admiring the oil painting on the wall. Dao: “Humil will naturally give you the assessment criteria for high-level magicians. Of course, even the first-level magisters will tell you.”

This made the two students of the Panther School of Magic a little frustrated, and there was a lot of silence at the same time, and Nina’s words seemed not only to sound the alarm for the two of them, but also to show themselves in front of Murphys. Connections.

“It’s really a genius.”

Murphy is still a very humorous smile, not a gentleman-like smile, but he deliberately did it.

Just as Carlin let his doglegs ride horses in an attempt to murder Murphys, when things were not easy to solve face to face, Murphys began to learn to take a step back and throw a deadly fist at an inadvertent moment.

This is more interesting than in the jungle.

“Nonsense, there is no waste that can enter Pansell, what does Tarrens College have? A group of wine bags that don’t know how to go forward? Only the library can be considered.”

The boy who didn’t even bother to introduce himself seemed to despise Murpheus who is an illegitimate child. Although this fact is mostly ignored by the nobility because of the solemn introduction of the Duke today, he obviously didn’t understand what it meant.

“The library is really large.” Murphy nodded, and didn’t seem to hear the ridicule, which made the two boys even more disdainful, but made Nina’s eyes narrow.

“What’s so big? You can’t even see it? Even the elemental cutting mechanism hasn’t been heard…Mediocre.”

The word waste is still not spoken, because this guy saw Nina’s sharp eyes.

“Never look down on anyone casually, this is not a noble word.”

A tall young man walked by. It looked like twenty-six or six years old. Murphy saw at least three medals hung on his chest. This means that he came from a military family and has already been on the battlefield. The Order of the Guardian Knight Order is dazzlingly unusual, next to it is a silver cross and a sixteen petal golden chrysanthemum badge. The former represents serving in the “Temple” of the Empire’s largest knighthood, and the latter represents that he has participated in at least a thousand people. The battle has made great achievements, and this medal shows that he has been in service for at least three years.

The tall figure, the facial features are upright, and the person nodded at Murphy: “Lear? Chucks, graduated from Cauchy Cavalry Academy, if you go there, maybe I can help.”

Murphy was no longer that silly smile, nodded solemnly, and the two passed by without any extra words.

This style is similar to that of the Duke of Akar. If you have something to say, you leave if you have nothing to say. It is decisive and full of military style. Murphy feels more comfortable than the three people in front of him.

This high-level **** knight who graduated from the Cavaliers Academy has a much higher voice than the three people in front of him, not only because of the medals and identities he possesses, but also the kind of majesty after a long battle. Children who have never seen a dead person naturally do not have that dignified and slightly sharp aura-of course, except for Murphy, who hides this similar aura.

Turning his head, Murphy whispered: “Nina Kondos? Maybe we will have a chance to meet in the future and hope that the conversation will be more enjoyable in the future.”

Facing the two flower guards beside her, Murphy nodded and stepped away.

From beginning to end, the three men did not introduce themselves to each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat rigid.

“An illegitimate child of the turtle who does not know the heights of the earth, and I don’t know what to be proud of.”

“You look at someone else’s pride because your self-esteem is too strong,” Nina frowned, not very cold for this companion. “No one you have seen may have the body that Lear has seen. More, put away your superiors, even if Murphy is really a mediocre.”

Some of the embarrassed guys said by Nina no longer spoke in anger, only to look contemptuously like Murphy’s eyes.

The other guy next to him was noncommittal and just whispered: “The last heir of the Windsor family, his shoulders seem to be unable to bear the heavy glory of his father. Was rejected by the dean of the Pensell School of Witchcraft. If it were me, it would be estimated that this life would not appear at this dinner, and it was really because he could be so calm.”

For the students of the School of Magic, the dean’s identity is close to God-one of the members of the “Golden Compass” council in the mainland’s most sophisticated magician circle, the title of “Holy Magister”, and the golden oak badge at 19 After these incredible achievements and achievements have made Dean Freud’s identity infinitely high in the eyes of students, any of his words will be recorded as classics, although it sounds exaggerated, but in fact all can personally receive Freud The students recognized and supervised by Germany basically have the respect of the whole continent in the future.

“The mainland is not only a great magician who came from Yeluzi, there is no shortage of a noble young master, and the mediocre is disturbing him.”

Nina gently shook her folding fan and walked to another circle. At this moment, Murphy in her eyes may just be a young master with a halo of her father.

Murphy didn’t go to any circle to try to integrate himself. Instead, he looked at the few silver-haired old men playing musical instruments in the hall with some interest.

The musicians are different from the bards. They use their own instruments instead of their mouths to express their emotions. Tang Jidi once murmured that the bards could not sing better than the Violinist of Caslandi. In the song “Sorrow of the Murray River”, at the moment, Murphy finally heard the voice of “Violent” who had always been curious, and he was startled.

To be honest, he missed his tutor a little, the sloppy but wise old guy.

The Violent looks a bit like the cello, but the sound is more low and vicissitudes.

“I have a request,” after several classical musicians in front of him performed a “Prague Overture”~www.mtlnovel.com~ Murphy suddenly said, “I don’t know if you can play a song “Mori River” “Sorrow”?”

He looked at the white-haired musician, who was wearing a gorgeous costume that would only be worn by a court musician. He could see that his identity should belong to a master-level musician who can play for the royal dinner, and heard the words of Murphys, The old man who always closed his eyes slightly while playing thought for a moment and nodded gently.

The musicians next to them adjusted the instruments under their hands, and then looked at the old man tacitly.

Wiping the forehead gently with a handkerchief, the Vior piano with delicate maple veneer gently adjusted the position. The old man picked up the bow, which was different from the Byzantine traditional style. The phrase sounded, long and vicissitudes.

Murphy stood still.

After two measures, the band’s other instruments sounded very different from the cheerful banquet atmosphere at the moment. This piece of music seemed like water in the forest. No one noticed it, but it was still quietly flowing with its own sorrow.

Murphy finally understood why Tang Jidi would never forget the musician who played lonely. This piece of music has no years of precipitation, no experience of that kind of loneliness, no performance, no appreciation.

Murphy, who had been alone in the forest for so many years, suddenly felt a bit sad in his heart. As the song was not as slow and sad as most dances, scenes of uncontrollable scenes emerged in his mind and lingered.

The old man playing with his eyes closed shook his body gently, the master’s style was full, and after the song ended, the old face that was slightly raised up was still tears.

Murphy bowed gently without letting anyone see the wet corners of the eyes, and said softly to the musicians in front of him: “Thank you.”

applause.

Duke Azsala looked at it from afar, her hands clapped gently, and she was clapping in the entire hall with a sudden voice.

It was followed by a seemingly echoing all around.


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