The Black Scepter

Today’s two changes, yesterday an extra second lieutenant was added, and the second change was presented at night, thanks for the support!

Continue to seek the red ticket. This chapter is dedicated to teenagers who are confused during their studies. Perhaps many people think that junior high school and even college courses are useless and hard, but such a busy green is better than squandering youth.

mutual encouragement.

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As a party, Murphy seemed to disappear from the college.

The only place where people saw him was only the tall astrological pavilion-Murphy had no extra friends at all. The only thing that could exchange a few words, except for the little nun, was only Kerry who had been traveling in the book sea all day. dimension.

Clive’s huge desk was filled with countless books, and the Astrology Pavilion was not far from the school library, so the books he borrowed were unusually large, and even terrifying.

Ordinary people may think that the boy in front of him is just a nerd who does not know anything else in order to study magic, but Murphy understands that this boy has perseverance and perseverance that ordinary people can’t reach.

The essence of magic is not just theory. Talent is naturally the most important thing. Even a person with no magic talent can only work as a theoretical lecturer even if he studies magic for a lifetime, and he cannot condense even the semi-Storst elemental unit.

Not to mention the so-called “fireball” or “ice ball” in the eyes of civilians.

Magic lies in the caster’s control and transformation of the elements, and the source of energy lies in the “crystal wire” deep in his brain. This kind of thing that can’t be represented by elephants is the basis of whether a magician can have powerful power-and In the process of getting along with Clive, Murphy found that the child seemed to belong to the former obviously.

That is to say, this persistent child may study for a lifetime, and he cannot personally cast a magic even if the trade union ranks only one level.

But I don’t know what this guy is for, so I am willing to learn by myself so day after day, absorbing the seemingly endless ocean-like knowledge like a sponge.

“What is this for?”

Murphy once asked Clive to wake up after he fell asleep at the desk because of fatigue. The response was that the child smiled shyly and shook his head without answer.

But today Murphy is not here to ask questions like he used to. He found a very critical question-that is, Cleve has never had a mentor. Learning magic without a mentor is like not having it in a long ocean. The charts that guide you are generally absurd.

“Creevy, have you read this book?”

Murphy didn’t take the most frequently asked “Elementary Theory Basis” today, but it was a copy of “On the Magic Shield Exemption” that was taken from the tutor Della’s large bookshelf. It is not thick, handwritten However, the notes are neat and there are no typos, but the content is really arduous enough. If it was not Della and Murphys also led a “Basic Terminology and Advanced”, he could not understand the inexplicable notes above. And footnotes, such as “regularization and study of the Verne phenomenon and statistics of phase transitions at the seventh level” and other heady sentences. He took the book and placed it gently in front of Clivi, then waiting for the reaction of this tireless fellow.

The latter raised his head and his eyes turned red abnormally because of the long desk, but when he saw the book that Murphy placed in front of him, he was as surprised and abnormal as the legendary Gilles pirate found the rare treasure, and quickly extended his hand. , But stopped on the cover of the book with restraint, and looked up at Murphys.

“I think you can look at this, I don’t know if it helps.”

The reason why Murphy chose this book is not because he knows better than Clivedo. On the contrary, if the single theory research is done, the guy in front of him is not a problem after dumping his ten streets, but after he has recited a book. After the book was totally negated, it became more and more felt that although Clive’s current behavior was hard, he did not apply his strength to the place.

At present, the books placed beside Clivi are all related to the “Magic Shield”. Although they are all books of some masters, they seem to be confusing and varied. Murphy took out this book and may be the last one to read it. “On the Phenomenon of Magical Shield Exemption”, but unexpectedly, it’s a slant, making this child who is confused by many theories suddenly see a beam of hope like a lighthouse.

After the latter got a reply from Murphys, he gently held the book, but did not rush to open it. On the desk filled with thick books on all sides, Clive first gently touched the hard metal of the book On the cover, his face changed slightly, and he lightly touched the line of writing with the author’s name on it, and said aloud: “Hitchcock Bryan.”

This name is a little strange to two children, but it is very familiar to the magicians of the Fording Empire in the northwest of the mainland-it was a pioneer who proposed the theory of “all magical exemptions” and “the blessing of God”, and even bluntly “if I master The true meaning of elements can resist the madman of God’s blow!

This thin book is not a publication, it is not a book in circulation on the mainland where printing is popular, and it is also not a collection of a certain library, but a really handwritten version of the original manuscript, unique in the world. Copies.

“Can you borrow me for two days?”

“You should be active when you are free.”

Murphy smiled and said nothing, leaving Clivi to continue studying here, and turned away from the Astrology Pavilion.

At this moment, it was the third day of Della’s ten-day mission.

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Tarrens College, midnight.

Guevara in the shadow looked at the student apartment not far away, reached for his nose and touched his nose, squatting in a more comfortable position, and kept silent without saying a word.

The aristocracy is really a title without a bottom line. He thought of the two aristocrats who had dropped out of school, he could not help but sigh secretly.

After all, the ignorant are fearless, or Master Murphy is too low-key.

Guevara sighed, reaching for his beard that was not long on his chin.

Or, the group of people is too ignorant of goods, a Naples magic steel dagger is obvious, but it has proved that Murphys is not easy to provoke, but no one can still notice this detail-Guevara only I can lament that second-rate colleges are really second-rate colleges when I stuff a few mouthfuls of coarse grain bread.

The gate made of heavy oak had not opened for a few days after the servant sent a large amount of food a few days ago, but the candlelight that had not been extinguished by the window proved that the master was still studying inside. Perhaps Guevara just Treating the young man in front of him as a goal that he needs to protect, but after getting the young man’s approval and personal protection, he became more and more aware that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he thought.

The teenagers here are struggling for perhaps misty goals, regardless of day or night.

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On the eighth day, Murphy, who had not taken a bath for a long time, took a pleasant cold shower and walked out of the room.

In Byzantine dietary habits, there are basically only two meals a day. The amount of Chinese food is large, and the amount of dinner is slightly less, because it is close to the religious belief of all the people. People enjoy it, but Murphy has never followed this habit. He can support three days without food and can kill a wild boar in one blow, but he will not be hungry. What guidelines to abide by.

The wet hair was dried with a towel, and Murphy stopped the progress of studying Della’s magic books because today there is a course called “Theological Fundamentals”.

As an aristocrat, although he has not been baptized, he understands that he will eventually have the status of a believer, but another reason for him to go to class on time seems a bit illogical—the little nun who is willing to listen to him quietly.

Of course, this is the most logical reason for outsiders to see Murphy do this.

Murphy did not know what the identity of the old man who claimed to be the “ignorant shepherd” was Aquinas. If he was interested in walking around the Byzantine Holy See Library, he would find that there were more than one thousand five of them. A million-word classic works originated from the old man, and this horrible concept has far exceeded the meaning of the four words “work equal body”.

The old man who used to be called “Dr. Almighty” suddenly announced that he had removed all his robes of honor after a prayer in the Basilica of Saint Laurent of Constantine fifteen years ago, and even abandoned the finishing work of his life book. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Leave a bad “classic”, let the cardinals of countless Holy Sees or the exalted patriarch’s personal persuasion remain indifferent.

He was willing to stare at the crucifix of the top of the Holy See in this second-rate school.

The unfinished book is called “Theology”.

Murphy still entered the church ahead of time, but when he entered, he found some other students who had arrived early, and unexpectedly, or unexpectedly, the figure of the little nun did not appear.

Feeling stunned, this feeling is more awkward than being trapped in the forest of Hook County but not catching a hare in three months.

Murphy sighed softly and walked to his seat. As soon as the Old Testament was put down, he found a petite figure in front of him.

Lifting his head, the little nun’s shy face came into his eyes. He grinned slightly and smiled innocently.

Murphy didn’t know what to say, just looked up at her like this, until the little nuns looked away embarrassedly, he didn’t think he seemed a little rash, reached out and scratched his head, this time there was not a lot of dandruff It’s still because of his own bath—for this slightly anticipated meeting, Murphy began to pay attention to his image for the first time.

“Are you going to class today?”

Asked Murphy, who could not find the topic.

The latter looked back at the empty podium at that moment, and seemed to hesitate, then turned around and nodded gently at Murphys.

“Sit here?”

Murphy was surprised, but still gave way politely, and at the same time, he turned his Neapolitan magic steel dagger to the side. This unconscious behavior meant that he was less alert to the little nun in front of him, but Murphy Si didn’t have much thought.

He is very relaxed and happy.