Chapter 19: This child is 11 years old

"You have to be sweaty before you can make ends meet, until you return to the earth."-"The Old Testament, Genesis" 3:19
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The Duke’s Palace is as quiet as ever, but in the months after Murphy’s return, the atmosphere here is no longer as cold as it was, but Duke Windsor did not seem to be smiling with joy because of the arrival of the bastard. It was all day long that I had locked myself in the showroom where the portraits of the heads of the families of the Windsor family had been displayed. Sometimes I stayed for a day.
"Your purpose is to give me a choice without choice?"
Akar did not look at the pictures of the first master, but instead looked down, as if remembering something, "He shouldn't belong to this world, even though I am a chess piece, I can't destroy him..."
The portrait in front of him is old and quaint, and the former head of the house has different expressions, or he looks at the current head of the house in a solemn or calm manner, sitting on the large and luxurious armchair, as if it is mocking and regretting.
...
Murphy looked at the scene in front of him, and felt that things were really unpredictable.
In Tarrens College, the children of the rich are often inferior to the children of the nobility. This is a hereditary value. The former breaks his head and moves towards the identity of the latter, while the latter usually inherits his father effortlessly. The mantle of profligate squandering, injustice exists everywhere, especially in front of Murphys.
"You bastard! Still running?!"
The students in front of me suddenly gave way, and Clive’s thin figure ran, followed by at least three or four people, as if the thin guy had killed the group’s parents. Swept together.
Clevey seemed to see Murphys from afar, and his body was flexibly drilling in the crowd, and he rushed over in a moment, and then he drove away from the crowd, holding a dagger, and seemed to wish to hold Clevet up for a few people. Followed.
"You lowly pig! Let me die!"
A student with a fleshy face slashed at Clivi with a dagger with a ruby ​​handle on its hilt. Obviously, he didn't keep his hand!
Murphy looked at the noble man in front of him, but he didn't do anything. Instead, he looked at Clivi who was standing next to him-the latter dexterously escaped the other's sword, but did not look forward. Murphy's dodge behind him means that he hit his opponent with a thin fist.
The consequence is of course being kicked by a few other guys who have followed.
But even though the white robe was stained by the dust on the ground, he never asked Murphy for help, and he hadn't even seen him before.
"You are a mediocre! Let you be alive and dead! I'll just--"
Several people rushed up while scolding, raising their hands and slashing to Clive’s head, but before the words in their mouths were heard, they only heard a crisp metal collision sound, and the short sword in their hands lightly...
Lifting his hand and looking at it, the short sword specially customized with hundreds of gold coins in hand was broken!
The pain in the wrist seems to be delayed for a few seconds, but it is clear that the other few people do not know what kind of person is the guy who blocked them in front of him-a group of people is obviously the role of the college's hegemony. Pointed the spear at this noisy guy.
However, they foolishly ignored the fact that the sword was cut off-this situation often means that the strength of the two sides is very different.
Nobles are not as horrible as ordinary people. Sometimes they will be more aggressive and more sinister than street gangsters, and the four people now are obviously of this type. They don’t even say hello, fists and feet immediately. Going towards Murphy.
Obviously, they all understand that killing a civilian can be wiped by their parents, but killing a nobleman is not so good to speak. The short sword in his hand does not use a sharp blade, but instead uses the hilt to knock on Murphy!
Not far away, Clivi fell to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up.
"Boom!"
Murphy's actions were almost instinctive.
A muffled sound accompanied by the sound of a broken rib, the guy who had just cut the sword in his hand and was cut off by Murphy suddenly flew out, hit the two companions behind him, and fell to the ground.
consternation.
The only guy left was worthy of being a child of the nobility. His raised fists suddenly dropped, and it was natural that he could no longer perform a noble ritual naturally, and he said: "Conger, the family of the Rondos -"
"Boom!"
Murphy was not interested in playing any tricks, let alone knowing what it means to be ridiculous and arrogant. The hard fist directly knocked the guy who bent forward and fell to the ground, and his teeth broke to a small half in an instant. "Poo" spit out five or six broken teeth, this guy wanted to open his mouth to talk, but found that his chin was dislocated-
"Something finds you."
Without a polite look, Murphy ignored the few people who could not get up and rolled in front of his eyes, and greeted Clive directly.
While the latter smiled and kicked the guys on the ground one by one, but they all kicked in places with thick skin and flesh. This behavior is obviously not about causing harm to the other party, but psychological. Trample on dignity.
Ignoring the hatred of those noble young masters at all, Clivi still had the smile that seemed to have happened, and left the scene with the back of Murphys.
"damn it…"
Covering the abdomen with three broken ribs, the noble fat man lying on the ground lost his face, staring at the two who left, squeezing his fists.
...
Clevey still had the faint smile behind Murphy, who said nothing.
Tarrens College occupies a large area, and it has been a long time since the place where it just happened to be far away from the lively discussion. Murphy’s walking speed is not slow, and this short boy is tight The ground followed, except for the dirt on the body and the strange bruise on his face, no one would imagine that this guy could face the long sword of the nobleman without any fear.
Murphy did not talk nonsense, and came straight to the public reading room of the Tarrens College Library. There were not many students reading books here, most of them were men and women who flirted. I saw the cold-faced Murphys and the follower behind him. In the role, the librarian looked up lazily and looked down again.
The generosity of Tarrens College can be seen from various places. The library of the ordinary college will not have armchairs and delicate fir tables, nor will it have a collection of more than hundreds of thousands of books, but at the moment the two are not In order to visit-Clive naturally sat opposite Murphy, UU reading www.uukanshu. com reached out and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you."
The pale-faced child smiles sincerely.
Murphy didn't respond, thinking a little, and said, "How much do you know about magic?"
He seemed to feel that it was too general to say so. He added, "There is something about the basic theory of elements."
"Want to learn?"
Clivi's eyebrows were raised, and there was a scar on the corner of his eyebrows, slightly bleeding.
Murphy raised his hand and took out the scarf he carried—this is one of the noble etiquettes—and handed it to Clivi, who took it in his hands and wiped it gently, frowning slightly.
"Elemental theory, alchemy, practical anatomy, and Warcraft body structure, I will have some of these things," Clivi pointed to his head. "If you want to learn, I can help you."
"How old are you?"
Murphy raised his eyebrows, and the guy in front of him was obviously not the kind of bragging guy.
"Eleven." Crivey was a little shy.
"What compensation is needed?" Murphy said nothing about the beating of the nobles.
"If you see me being beaten next time, just help."
Crivi also said his request without hesitation.
"The deal."
Murphy nodded, "Where can I find you?"
"I am usually on the thirteenth floor of the Astrology Pavilion."
"understood."
Stand up, turn around and leave without any trace of mud and water, Murphy even has no extra doubt.
The two freaks have reached a certain agreement in this way. Perhaps after many years, Murphy will lament why he is so compatible with this guy with a personality trait, because no one can be like him in the next ten years or even decades. This is the person who spoke to Clive.