Vol 3 Chapter 3: Blood under power

>After the team left the border of Fording and entered Balice, Murphy's instinctive resistance to the new environment made him seem a little reticent. He was cautious by nature and did not like to roam in strange areas, just as he was forced to come to Holy Gabriel. In general, everything had a strangeness that caught him off guard, even this time when he was prepared.
The magic pattern behind has been useless for a long time. Today, when he is about to break through to the mid-level knight, the burning sensation that once appeared has never appeared again. Murphy sitting in the carriage has done the most in recent days. The action is to glance at a few small wooden boxes aside.
Two pieces of peerless holy artifacts were placed next to him with the shards of Lankonus and the scepter of Sulfuras, but there was no trace of extraneous air flowing out. Ashkandi still sat across from him. "Roland's Song" seems to be aware of Murphy's uneasiness. She closed the book when the village began to appear around her and looked at Murphy: "Why, some can't put it down?"
"There may be some sequelae, and the scepter seems to be affecting me more and more." Murphy raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and his expression was tired and abnormal. "How much do you know about this scepter? I know that some problems should not be Ask, but I feel something is not right."
Ashcandy's relaxed expression gradually became more serious after hearing Murphy's words. She narrowed her eyes, but suddenly stood up in the narrow carriage and sat beside Morpheus, raising her hand to touch Murphys cheek, said softly: "Don't move."
Murphy gave 100% confidence in Ashcandi, his eyes lifted up, and he saw that the face that seemed forever indifferent was close to his eyes, but at the moment it was gentle but still strong, which gave Murphy a momentary trance.
The queen stretched out her hand to open Murphy's eyelids and carefully observed his pupils, frowning gradually.
"What can you see?"
Murphy asked Ashkandi, looking at his cheek less than ten centimeters away.
The latter gently released his hand and sat back on the soft sofa without talking for a while, but suddenly turned around and picked up the wooden box holding Sulfuras' scepter, reaching for the scepter—but then it happened The matter made Murphys' eyes widen.
As if there were an invisible barrier around the scepter, Ashcandi's palm was firmly blocked, and a faint luster appeared on the dark scepter, as if resisting her movements.
At the next moment, the dark queen squeezed her eyes tightly. Although she did not see any momentum burst, Murphy suddenly shrank her pupils!
He was almost speechless because of a severe pain.
As if from the fire of fire, cold sweat spread all over the body instantly, Murphy's uncontrollable big eyes, and then the body fell backwards-Ashcandi noticed this almost immediately, and immediately released his hand to release the box Throwing aside, he turned to support the collapsed Murphy.
But at the moment, it seemed that Murphy, who had been taken out of the water, was so weak in the blink of an eye that he was completely incapable of resisting. He just lay down like a baby in the queen's arms, blurred.
Ashcandi's movements were a little stiff, but then he gradually relaxed, looking down at the teenager in his arms, with an unprecedented serious expression. She raised her hand and placed it on Murphy's forehead, closing her eyes slightly, gently Arm around this unconscious guy.
The car is very quiet from beginning to end.
No one knows what Ashcandi did to the scepter in just a few seconds, but at this moment, when he looked at Murphy, who had lost consciousness, Ashcandi had a strange emotion in his heart for the first time. .
Is this guilt?
The cold sweat left by Murphys soaked her black robe, but Ashcandy's arms were tighter.
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In chaos, Murphy opened his eyes.
He hasn't had a dream in a long time.
Days of combat and anxiety left Murphy exhausted physically and mentally. Every time he closed his eyes, he dared not let himself fall into deep sleep. He even had to do daily meditation on this basis.
Strong in countless battles of baptism and self-torture, self-aspirations like abuse made him live to this day, but at this moment, Murphys suddenly found himself in an indescribable dream.
The twisted scenery, the constantly changing sky, and the chaotic space make Murphy strange, and his body is as heavy as a mountain and can't move.　　 And the whisper that never stopped in his ear became louder and louder-Murphy frowned, covering his ears involuntarily trying to resist the sound, but found no effect.
Every time he used the Severus Scepter, the sound became stronger every time he used it. Murphy understood the true meaning of these words, but now the scepter that can make all dark creatures surrender seems to finally let himself pay. The price-
Murphy looked up and looked around, a dozen shadows in black robes were slowly approaching
The pale but indistinguishable face stared at him so that the breath exuded was ancient and desolate, and at the same time it was undoubtedly powerful.
"Murpheus..."
There was a voice coming from above, and as he focused on finding the source of the sound, Murphy instantly felt that the weight of his body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and finally the sky disappeared in a dazzling light.
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Opening his eyes diligently, Murphy's eyes were blurry. After struggling to focus, Ashcandi's slightly anxious face was clearly seen. He wanted to speak, but his mouth seemed to be stuck, soaked in soaked cold sweat. Uncomfortable abnormal, unable to move.
A water bag was delivered to his mouth, and Murphy, who could barely move his eyelids, swallowed the water in a small mouth. After a long rest, he asked weakly: "How do I get comatose?"
"The scepter seems to be connected to you. I tried to attack the protective layer of the scepter, so..." Ashcandy's words hesitated a little, and finally said the truth. Murphy's eyes in front of him were sunken, as if in The lost traveler in the desert is like a prostration, making this once cold-blooded queen inexplicably distressed, "Do you need food?"
Murphy waved his hand, turned his head unconsciously, but just saw the wooden box containing the scepter. At this moment, his eyes were black, and the suddenly flashed image was the guys in black robes, and It was exactly the same in the dream—when the account blinked, everything was back to normal, Murphy wanted to say something, but the carriage braked violently at this time, causing him to almost roll off the sofa!
Ashcandi reached out and hugged Murphy, but he also understood the situation outside and placed him aside. The queen pushed the door and went out.
The brow furrowed proves that Ashkandi's mood is not very good-and for centuries, no one who saw her expression appears to have a good ending.
Ashcandi's eyes narrowed when he was outside the carriage.
At the moment, there is a whole cavalry team collecting taxes in the village that the Murphys team passes through. This is not a friendly behavior to civilians. The cavalry team of more than eighty men came in a menacing way, directly blocking the road and facing no tax revenue. The villagers are not soft-hearted, and at the moment there are three or four people lying on the ground in the middle of the road silently.
Balice, the border of this rich country is no better than other countries, backward traffic, simple villages, such scenery can be seen in Byzantium, Fording, or Gabriel, but Byzantium rarely appears The tax is high and the people do not talk about life. In the Byzantium where the lord’s dominance of the territory is weakened by the monarch, the tax is strictly controlled, not like the lord alone in a certain area like Verding or Gabriel. In the end, just like a large noble such as Windsor, taxation cannot exceed the standards set by the state, and a certain amount of tax must be paid to the royal family every year-in contrast, Balice can only say This kingdom has not yet entered the era of concentrated monarch control.
When Murphy’s carriage stopped because of the cavalry troop that blocked the road, no soldier seemed to be willing to go back to this convoy without the nobility of the nobility—in Balice, the non-nobility was entirely acceptable to the noble private soldiers Ignore the existence, so when Ashcandi gently walked off the carriage, more than a dozen people riding on the horse in front could not imagine the role of the guy behind him.
"make life difficult for?"
Ashcandi didn't immediately reach out and smash all the people in front of him like before, but turned around and asked the driver-that is, Compton, who looked forward without looking.
"They can't hear me."
Mu Na’s big answer was enough to make Ashkandi speechless, and there was not much nonsense between them. At the moment, only Na was willing to go back and answer Ashkandi’s question:
It’s the tax lord’s private soldier, it’s better not to conflict, I People who want to watch the night are not suitable for prematurely getting into Chou."
This made sense, but Ashcandy rolled her eyes-Lord Queen never likes to argue with others. She folded her arms, pursed her mouth slightly, and looked back at the carriage-Murphy was temporarily lost Decision-making ability, this is not suitable for public information, and the cavalry in front suddenly hustle and bustle at this moment, it seems that a farmer wants to resist and start fighting a few cavalry, the noise makes Ash standing in front of the team Candi became more irritable.
But she was still restraining herself, nothing else, just for the guy who had brought her out of the heresy.
The name of this border village is Palic, and it belongs to the territory of Lord Gard. At this time, it is the end of spring. It is not a season for taxation at all, but a group of thugs still appear to collect high taxes, causing a lot of resentment. Needless to say, it is even more forced to recruit troops. Villagers' riots and revolts are naturally not "excessive reactions" but instinctive reactions.
But can a group of honest farmers with hoes and rakes beat the cavalry on horses? Faced with nearly a hundred cavalrymen wearing leather armor and holding weapons-the rioting peasants were cut down to the ground with little resistance, the soldiers laughed loudly, laughing at the lying on the ground trying to resist People. The onlookers behind the group of people narrowed their eyes collectively.
The blood of the innocent and the trampling of power have no signs of arousing anger in someone's heart.
While the team was quietly waiting ~EbookFREE.me~ Jeana lightly rode forward, when Ting was five meters away from the group.
At this moment someone finally "perceived" the movement behind him, but turned back to find a beautiful woman with blond hair. The first guy who turned back whistled fiercely and said something to the people beside him, even more than half The cavalry turned his head, his sly expression and gaze glanced at Na's bumpy body wrapped in leather armor.
"Hey, chick, lost?"
"Need help?"
"The is so pretty!"
A group of people didn't have a regular soldier at all. This is a typical private soldier. The guy standing in the front row took a few steps forward to next to Jeanna, and reached out to want to frivolous this woman who looked good. For them, there is Lord Garde in this territory, and no one dares to resist.
But the next moment, everyone suddenly saw something flying in front of their eyes.
The wide-eyed soldier looked at the sky, but saw half of his arm fall to the ground with splashing blood.