The Black Scepter

Today, even more, I have been experimenting for the past few days. I don’t have enough time, sorry.

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Time passed quickly in the cold war between Murphy and Lilith. On the weekend, Murphy boarded a carriage with a purple iris emblem and returned to the Duke's Palace.

Murphy, who had dinner with his father, had a rare conversation with the duke. The content was basically the experience in the college, but the duke pointed out meaningfully whether the prince’s daughter and Murphy Morpheus, who had some intersections and did not intend to conceal, said that this guy was too annoying and didn't know why he couldn't get along with himself.

The old prince smiled and said nothing, but let the maid bring a glass of wine from the cellar and drank with her son, and finally returned to the bedroom happily.

"Master Duke seems to haven't been so happy for many years."

When the old housekeeper sent Murphy back to the attic, he whispered, "Recently, the border of the empire is a bit uneven. It seems that the blood tribe has also been a bit infighted. The Inquisition has sent manpower. Only people at that level will know that the situation is not peaceful and the young master should pay attention."

"The safety level of the Cavaliers Academy?"

"If it is the blood class of the prince level, it is a little dangerous. Windsor may not have anything else, but the network is not lacking. Basically, the threats below this level can be ignored, and the rest—"

"I can face it myself."

Murphy's fingers crossed the edges of his wand and dagger gently, his eyes clear.

A lot of things can only be done with human destiny. Murphy has been receiving this kind of education since childhood. The world has little choice for himself. If he wants to grasp it, he can only extend his hands as much as possible. If you can’t catch it, don’t be extravagant. Greedy desires are always more deadly than any danger.

The old housekeeper bowed out of Murphy’s residence. The young man in front of him was very adaptable. I don’t know what it would be like in the next three or five years. The old man who had stayed in the Duke’s palace for dozens of thoughts looked up. Looking at the starry sky above me, I slightly lamented that I seemed really old.

Will purple iris bloom again in this generation?

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On the weekend, Murphy routinely came to the spooky tower outside Tarrens College. Della didn’t lock him into the black house this time, just opened a new book list and let him study by himself, but before he left , The mysterious mentor gently reminded Murphy that it is not time to learn to cast magic, to meditate peacefully and use element condensation to consume crystal energy.

Murphy left respectfully and did not return to the Duke's Palace immediately. Instead, he removed the questions and several pages of manuscripts recorded in the Theological Encyclopedia from the carriage and went to Tarrens College.

Murphy, wearing a purple iris badge on his chest, came to the church unstopped all the way. Unexpectedly, the figure of the little nun was not seen, but Aquinas seemed to have been prepared to sit in the stone house in the sun, this old man Instead of inviting Murphy into the room to talk, he stood up and walked around with him on campus. Murphy was respectful. The notebook in his hand never opened. Aquinas chatted all the way, but answered all Murphy intentionally or unintentionally. The problem in Sri Lanka's mind.

"People are considered good or evil, mainly depending on the satisfaction of human will; all good people and virtuous people like to work with virtue, and all evil people like evil work." Aquinas's use of Guxi In Hebrew, he described the original text of his book "Theology" and then looked at Murphy: "Our heart should be good, if there is a sinful thought, repent, correct, do you understand?"

Murphy nodded without a word.

He is a knight and a magician. His career determines that he will stand on the battlefield in the future. The family decides that he will stand the test in a **** wind. A book of theology, a warning, Murphy remembers it in his heart.

"You can go to St. Pamel's library when you have time. There are some questions where you can find more detailed answers. Young people should pick up the pen in their hands instead of sloppyly remembering something, many words, Re-examination after a few years, far more than the memory of the original." Aquinas still lingered, gently hammering her waist, trying to raise her head, looking at the sun above him, "Come on time, the sun, There will always be time to fall."

It seemed that there was no intention to say more. The old man waved his hand to signal the end of the conversation. Murphy sent the old man to the stone house respectfully and turned to leave.

Without wasting any time, Murphy took the Manuscript of Theology directly and asked Guevara to drive to St. Pamel Theological Seminary. In the afternoon, there was an extra noble young man in front of the seminary. In Guevara After showing the badge to the guard wearing a white robe, Murphy was allowed to enter the Imperial First Theological Seminary.

First, this is an unquestionable title. It can be said that nearly half of the pillars of the imperial priests went out from here, and even the shepherd holding the sacred scepter in the Holy Court not far away The first adult also studied here sixty years ago. The Gabriel angel statue at the entrance of St. Pamel Theological Seminary made Murphy look up for a long time. The traces of history were mottled and vicissitudes. The flat and white marble floor that he saw when he entered the seminary. The front hall of the whole seminary is lit up, the huge Gothic church makes people look up, and two amazing minarets rise from the ground, the height is amazing.

The church was very dark, with a sense of heaviness. Murphy was in awe. He was wearing a black robe and he was holding the manuscript in his hands. Although he had not been baptized until now, he walked gently and conspicuously like a believer. Library room.

This huge library occupies nearly a third of the church. Occasionally seeing the monk passing by, Murphys will feel that quiet and clear eyes stay on his body for a moment, and then move away without any redundancy. The emotional color of this kind of feeling made him feel at peace a lot, stepping in gently, the smell of old parchment and ink is familiar and solemn, the eyes are rows of huge bookshelves, the classics are dark and heavy, black The marble floor glowed secretly, and Murphy politely walked to the administrator sitting at the entrance. The monk in a black robe holding a book seemed to be immersed in it. His fingers moved along the obscure words, and his lips moved. The expression is focused and pious.

Murphy wanted to speak, but finally stood silently, waiting without saying a word.

Inner respect is never just about looking at each other’s status.

Until nearly half an hour later, it seemed that the administrator with some sour eyes rubbed his eyes, raised his head, and suddenly saw a mild smile.

"I need to find some books. Can you please point out its location?"

The administrator who didn’t know how long Murphy waited here was embarrassed for a moment. He apologized and nodded. The black-robed monk drew a cross and said softly: "Repent to the Lord, I delayed a noble bathing master. Glory."

"It is my pleasure to wait for a while but let this glory hang over you."

Windsor's heir nodded slightly, "I am Murphy."

"John."

The black robe monk looks around 30 years old, with clear eyes, dark brown, and half-length black hair. The face has a delicate appearance that the Byzantines do not, unlike the vicissitudes, but it has an unspeakable simplicity.

The two had greeted each other, and John didn’t seem to speak well, but he recommended the area he should go to on a few questions of Murphys. Walking to the middle of the library, it was surprising to see the words along the way. In addition to the brands classified in various theological fields, the area in front of them is actually written with a huge "Aquinas writing area".

Shocked by Murphys, he nodded his thanks to the gentle-looking administrator. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com immediately entered the "Aquinas writing area" with three bookshelves.

Murphy, whose footsteps had nearly disappeared, was expressing his respect for the old man in his own way. The manuscript was gently placed on the reading desk in the middle of the bookshelf, as if afraid of disturbing the god.

The library is not the only one. Some seminary monks are not much older than Murphy. It is intriguing to see the nobleman who is not dressed as a monk.

As a seminary, students naturally have a lot of nobles. Although there is no arrogance like Lilith's arrogance here, the characteristics of the nobility will not change at will for a while.

The quiet and normal Murphy gently pulled a copy of "On Existence and Essence" from the bookshelf. The cover was simple and simple. Just like the old man in the sun, Murphy was always respected all the time.

"The mentor said that Aquinas's work is generally not to be read. For beginners, some content is too deep and will be counterproductive."

As soon as he opened the book, a greedy greeting came from behind Murphys, and he turned slightly.

"Thomas Nikki, a sophomore at the seminary, I am curious why a nobleman who is not wearing a monk's robe would study theology here."

At the age of sixteen or seven, the conversation is very old-fashioned, and there is always a little uncomfortable superiority in the words, which makes Murphy raise his eyebrows.

But the other party was still friendly, and Murphy was wary of the stranger. But instead of pulling his sword, he took a firm hold on "On Existence and Essence", and he replied: "Murpheus, a student of Cauchy Knight School, come here to borrow books."

"Cauchy Knight Academy?"

The answer frowned, "Since it's a knight, why don't you study and kill by horseback? Isn't that what you should do?"