Chapter 12: Strong young master

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As if it were a matter of a moment, the smoke had not yet dispersed, and only a smell was left in the air, but the killer had gone away, and Murphys, who had collapsed to the ground, looked at the sky above him. What to think.
"The whole team! Count the casualties! Alert!"
For the first time, the old housekeeper's voice was a little more alarmed, but the aged body seemed to stand up at an unimaginable speed, strode to Murphys's side, bowed his head, and knelt on one knee.
Without immediately pulling Murphy up, the old housekeeper whispered: "Master, please forgive my incompetence."
"There are too many unstoppable things in this world. The only thing I blame is that I am not strong enough."
The pain of a complete fracture of the entire right arm did not make Murphy hum. The stubble of the elbow punctured the skin, and blood flowed down the skin. The entire arm lay on the ground in a twist-like gesture, and Murphy's voice could not be heard with a tremor.
pain?
For him, only pain can make his thinking clearer.
Every time I face the of death that seems to be in front of my cheek, the pain is often unbearable so that my heart has surrendered silently-after conquering the fear of death, the so-called pain is no longer so easy. It obstructs a person's will.
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"Five thousand Aztec coins and his own head, the fool knows to choose the latter."
Mohekel von Creman, one of the most famous blood clan of the sacred Gabriel empire, a powerful blood clan with the strength of a duke, but at the moment he cursed softly in the air for his first initiative to give up. .
Bounty Hunter?
Mohekel never called himself that. He was just a nobleman with a wide range of interests. Five thousand Aztec coins were not an astronomical figure for him, but the reasons that prompted him to assassinate the heir to the duke Unbelievable-just because he couldn't get used to the patriarch of the Windsor family three generations ago.
Is not used to hatred.
For high-powered guys, it is generally more difficult to come up with a few mentally minded guys, no matter what race or occupation, after reaching the level of master, there are always some quirks that ordinary people cannot imagine. of.
But this quirk obviously made him suffer.
"Naples magic steel dagger, this thing hasn't been seen in centuries..." This noble blood family flew across the sky with no movement as if it were ghosts, "Gee, taboo magic lines, passed on to the world, this counts The most interesting news in hundreds of years?"
The dark shadows swept across the night sky, and the darkness before dawn obscured the figure away from Byzantium. Perhaps a few years later, the blood race would suddenly realize how wise their current choice would be.
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"Fixed, bandaged, do me a favor."
Murphy's left hand was still usable, but he couldn't sit up because the shoulder blade was also fractured.
The tough body is still severely wounded by this terrifying blood clan even after the disappearance of the magic pattern on the body, as strong as the old housekeeper has to pinch cold sweat in his heart.
What made the blood race suddenly change his mind?
This issue may not be clear to anyone.
"Crack it."
Murphy squeezed the bone of his right arm with his left hand, frowning tightly, and even squeezed the position of his bones. Then he used a skillful hand to send the bandage and the temporary hard sword sheath sent by the soldiers next to him. Tied together, the old housekeeper looked at the young man in shock and looked at the young man's face with a blank expression, pressing the broken bones physiologically, and his heart was shocked.
This year, Murphy was fifteen years old.
...
The deceased swordsman was buried on the spot, the team was nearly halved in less than ten minutes. The advantage of the blood clan in the dark is that humans can’t catch up with it no matter how hard they try, but the significance of the existence of this team is not Defeat who, but protect the young master.
Murphy, who was riding on the horse again, looked tense. Every advance of the warhorse would move half of the muscles in the body, and then let the severe pain sense the brain along the nerves.
The clear pain made Murphy understand more and more the significance of the noble robe he had put on again.
The bandage wrapped almost half of the body, and the entire right arm and shoulder were wrapped with a white linen bandage. The effect of high-quality potion was not obvious for the comminuted fracture, but the young man’s strength and patience gave all his inner heart. The despised guards were awe-inspiring.
The old housekeeper looked at the young master who was walking not far away in front of him in awe. For the first time, he internally recognized the identity of the heir of the Windsor family.
Tough and silent, like a sharp machete in a leather sheath.
As soon as the sky dawned, the team began to advance. The Cabrans Mountains are not tall. As a natural barrier, the long mountains have no appalling altitude, no thin air, and they can even be said to walk along the mountains. What I saw was the great territory of the empire.
"Cabrens is one of the most desirable mountains of the minstrel. There is no dangerous climbing, but it has magnificent and beautiful scenery. This temptation overlooking the imperial territory no longer attracts those poets who yearn for freedom."
"Poet? The playing with words and singing."
Morpheus pouted, but the words he made laughed at the soldiers around him. For the soldiers living in the sword and the blood, the girly things of UU reading www.uukanshu.com are naturally A ridiculous trick, the young master easily made the soldiers around him feel approachable and kind.
"Young Master, an aristocrat should not be so straightforward in telling these facts, although usually this is the truth." The old housekeeper no longer seems to blame himself for being injured.
"To be honest, I don't know what bards will sing, or what kind of verses they will recite," Murphy looked at the clear sky somewhat, "these are the old guys who taught me. "
"Your accent is pure, the mentor might have been to Constantine."
"He's been to far more places than you think," Murphys's words have no arrogant elements, ""The Lord of Manos" in the extreme north, "Pamela" of the Ingeway Empire Stonehenge, there are more places on the map that are not even marked, in short, it seems that there are only a few places he has not been to."
The old housekeeper wisely didn’t ask much. What level of dagger is this master swordsman better than anyone else? The young master’s seemingly fantasy words may not be taken seriously by the knights around him, but he is absolutely not Will doubt.
The 30-person team arrived at the town of Osves on the other side of the mountain at the end of the day. It was still the family power that made Murphy sigh-there are already more than 300 teams out of the village to meet this The team that has withstood the attack.
The blood clan's revenge seems to have come to an abrupt end, but apparently it is not only those vampires who are interested in their own heads. Several human assassins who sneaked in to assassinate were not hesitated by the swordsman next to them when Murphy entered the hotel The scene brought the scream of the hotel waiter, but did not stop the bandaged young master from moving a bit.