Chapter 13: The end of the journey, Constantine

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The journey seems almost over.
Murphy, who was resting on the wooden bed for the first time, raised his head and looked at the ceiling slightly stunned. There was a dagger under his pillow, and the short sword on his body never left-he would be cautious if he had more experience As if he had accumulated more knowledge, he would be erudite. Although his knowledge was not as good as those of the aristocratic children who had studied seriously in the aristocratic academy, he had gone farther than them on another path.
The town has a more noisy atmosphere. Although the population is not as dense as that of Padin, it is closer to the capital Constantine, which is accompanied by a large number of population movements caused by the main transportation routes and trade hubs. . Turning his head and looking out the window, Murphy felt that he still had an invisible boundary with those civilians.
Raising his arms, the dark magic patterns on his arms were reflected in his sea-blue eyes like a jumping flame, making him a little fascinated.
A knock on the door sounded, and the old housekeeper bowed and stepped in after getting permission, followed by a white man.
The cold look, the dusty robe, the wide hood, and the pure white inlays with golden borders have an unspeakable solemnity and mystery.
The servant of the Lord?
Murphy’s mind sounded the old guy’s evaluation of these clerics, which was not derogatory, but there was no trace of praise-speaking, in Tang Jidi’s eyes, these people were at best "selling souls to God’s traders. "Only.
This statement is almost equivalent to "selling soul to the devil". The meaning is similar. The consequences are naturally self-evident, and do not want to be dragged to the fire rack for disposition. Here, Murphy naturally understands that he can't follow what is said. Discourse.
"Master, this is Lord Meghan, the bishop of Cardola. Your injury may be recovered as soon as possible."
The old housekeeper bowed to the young master to introduce the well-known bishop-perhaps for a heir to a duke, the bishop is not a person with high weight and worthy of attention, but the old housekeeper as a believer naturally has to be pious. And humility.
"Excuse me for not being able to salute, Bishop Megan."
Morpheus, who was lying in bed, looked weak, and this gesture naturally won the sympathy of the bishop in the area in front of him-he had heard the suffering of the prince's illegitimate son, regardless of whether the child in front of him heartily believed in the Lord, This bishop will pray in his heart.
"If the heart is sincere, the form is redundant. The Lord said: "The piety shown to others is all false". I believe your sincerity will not be limited to a few actions."
Bishop Meghan stood in front of Murphys, his eyes calm and serene. It seemed that in his forties, he had the quietness and precipitation that ordinary people did not. Perhaps Murphys was not clear. The people in front of him were regarded as Windsor. One of the secret chess that the family secretly espouses, ascended to the position of bishop at the age of thirty-seven.
Facing the friendliness of the other party, Murphy still did not release the hand that was concealed and was holding the short steel hilt of Naples, but nodded slightly, and no longer said much.
Megan didn’t have extra condoms, nor did he reach out to check Murphy’s injury like those doctors. Instead, he gently took a small cross from his arms and gently raised it, showing in Murphy’s wound. Flickered.
The reason why there are so many believers in the mainland is inseparable from these clerics who use light magic-although most of the time it takes a priest to use the power of the Holy Light to spend a lot of money, but this is always a kind of life-saving The good deeds of the society and the progress of the society are derived from just and fair behavior, and of course also breed corruption and filth.
The faint light flashed on the surface of Murphy's body with the recitation of the bishop's mantra, and then disappeared. The warm bones and ribs were unprecedentedly smooth, but Murphy felt a little awkward.
This feeling comes from the instinctive response of the body, as if there is a subtle resistance to this universal light.
The bishop did not seem to be aware of it, and the use of high-level magic did not make him show his fatigue. From this, the Windsor family was not a bastard.
The bones are restored, the flesh is restored, the power of high-level magic is needless to say, but Murphy did not try to move the body at will, which in Meghan's eyes is naturally a cautious and reckless young master.
"The glory of the Lord will bestow the kind person, as the sun will pierce the dark clouds."
Bowing and backing away, there was no unnecessary nonsense. The old steward walked the cross ceremonies used by the Holy See and respectfully sent him out of the room.
"Old guy, you really got it right. The stick can't hide this taste."
With a low sigh, Murphy sat up and tore off the bandage on his body like tearing the paper. Looking down, he observed that there were no scars left on the arm and no dark red that had faded.
"What about this power?"
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Murphy, meaning "gift" in ancient Hebrew, the name accompanied him to this world for fifteen years, knowing that now he gradually understood the meaning behind the name.
When the mighty team passed the next day, and when the magnificent walls of Constantine were displayed in front of Murphy, he understood what the so-called "gift" meant.
The magnificent city walls in dark tones extend to the end in the field of vision, but they still cannot see the border. The wide moat surrounds the city, which is not only a defense, but also serves as an important traffic route.
As a big city, there is a river that runs into the middle of the sea. As a huge hub for transportation and trade, this great city is divided into two parts. The south part of the city is the main body, covering a large and prosperous area, including royal nobles. The various classes of civilians also divided many areas. A city with a population of 500,000 developed under this unique natural condition. It is naturally due to the monarch who built the city here-Constantine.
Behind Constantine is the endless ocean, and hundreds of nautical miles away is another country-Osgeria with the name "barren land", UU reading www. uukanshu.com However, the national strength of the Byzantine Empire is strong, and no one dares to fight Constantine's idea yet.
The prosperous streets, the rows of buildings at the end of which cannot be seen from the city gate, this is the crossroads of the world, the first city on the mainland, the emperor named after the founding emperor of the Byzantine Empire.
Of course, the undercurrent surge here is also unmatched by ordinary regions.
It seems to be to cover up. Before entering Constantine, a team of carriages has been waiting outside the city for a long time. Four high-horse horses have made Murphy break the concept of "carriage". He knows that this is just his real step in The beginning of the noble family.
The carriage with the purple iris emblem removed was not as blatant as before. Except for a twelve-man guard, the rest of the soldiers and guards stopped in the city. The old housekeeper put on a black robe, hood pulled up, quietly Become a driver.
Surprised.
Murphy, who was sitting in the carriage, turned his head slightly, but did not pull the curtains in the luxury carriage. Through the occasional gaps, he could glimpse the pedestrians on the wide street. The people in the field of vision seemed to be better than him. There are many people I see in my life.
There is a comfortable sofa in the carriage, and the pattern on the carpet is painted with the emblem of the Windsor family, simple and dignified. The wooden table exudes a faint fragrance that is unique to the precious wood, and the smooth driving carriage has no bumps. Several bottles of bright red wine are placed on the wine rack within easy reach. The gently shaking wine is clear and mellow, marked with The name of the famous wine estate in the empire, every bottle is precious and unusual.
There was no one to accompany him. Murphy sat alone in the carriage alone. The rarity of the prosperous world did not make him too interested-for Murphy, he just came from a jungle to another. It's just a jungle. Adapting to the rules is the only tone of his next life. Instead of looking up and looking around, it is better to bow down and take every step.