Chapter 27: Aquinas, the ignorant shepherd

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With a lot of thoughts in mind, when Murphy recovered, the little nun beside her still had no extra movements, just looked at him and smiled with the corner of her mouth-as if to see some strange animal.
"In order to memorize a book these days, I forgot to take a shower..." Some shy smiles, Murphy rubbed his hair like a chicken nest, dandruff, let him again Embarrassed, quickly stopped.
"Cough, look, Talence seems to have enough sunlight today..."
Murphy was a little embarrassed, his eyes turned to the window.
"Did you know? The elemental elementary theory is getting more and more interesting. I admire Merlin, although I don't know if he is a man or a woman..."
"Recently they looked at me strangely..."
Murphy wanted to say a few words to divert the topic, but he was really a bit confused in his mind, and even said that he became a confidant-this guy did not look at the little nun, just nagging about those messy trifles, The little nun listened seriously and nodded, with a concentrated look and no impatience.
"Some missed Corinth Falls."
Turning his head, Murphy was a little bit awkward, as if he had said a lot of things in his heart at once, and he felt a lot happier. He took a deep breath, but found that the little nun next to him was already sitting in the seat next to him, holding one hand on his cheek, still looking at himself so much.
"Sounds silly, right? It's a mess, but I haven't said that in a long time."
The nun didn't seem to doubt what he said at all, pursed her lips slightly, and seemed to mourn after Murphys.
"It's time for class."
Murphy turned back, the students at the door were approaching the gate, and his eyes turned back, and the little nun had stood up and was ready to leave.
Still silently trotting, the black nun robe fluttered slightly and disappeared into the distance under Murphy's gaze.
Some are off, some are lonely.
The old man who didn’t know his name still appeared slowly and punctually on the podium. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Murphy always felt that the other party looked at himself, very concealed, but also very easy to detect. Something unknown.
It is still the story of the "Old Testament". This old man has never picked up the book he has always held. All the stories are hand-to-hand to speak casually, skilled and meaningful, but more, it is a kind of thought The education on the school-there are no rules of discipline, the old man just uses the stories to let the students judge for themselves, and will not say more.
There is no such thing as homework, just asking everyone to have time to go through the Old Testament. If there is a problem, find him.
Murphy did not stand up immediately when the bell rang, but waited for the students around him to walk to the front desk. The old man stood next to the podium, still sloppy, bowed his back, and the sunlight passed through The Byzantine stained glass on the side of the church was cast on the ground, and the reflected light illuminated the young and old by the podium.
"teacher."
"I'm just an old man and I can't be a teacher."
The smiling old man had his hands behind his back and looked at Murphys kindly. The latter's image was somewhat similar to him, with shaggy hair without frills.
Not knowing how to call this old man, Murphy, who had learned the etiquette of the nobility, was a little embarrassed. In fact, he didn’t know why he would send a ghost to the old man—in fact, it was an instinctive act in the forest For a long time, his desire for power made him instinctively conscious of creatures stronger than himself. Even though the old man never revealed any superfluous skills, Murphy has subconsciously made this seemingly unremarkable. The old man used it as a way to gain strength.
This is one of the benefits of the nobility—before each showdown, you can smile or tentatively explore or discuss, without worrying about being confronted like in the forest, which is the result of attack or compromise.
"Let me see, a guy who can be valued by the dean of Tarrens College, except for the magician, and only you, Auschwitz? Not quite like that freak child, maybe Is it the last heir of the Windsor family?"
The old man named Murphy's identity in a few words, and he didn't shy away from it, and his smile didn't change.
Murphy smiled helplessly, Tang Jidi once said: For the seventy or eighty years old people, the only thing to do is to act honestly in front of them. Any extra cover-up or mask will always become the other party. The laughter in my heart is ridiculous, and sadly, there are always a lot of people who believe that the water is not leaking, and eventually the brain is smeared.
"My name is Murphys, Murphys Windsor."
"Okay, it's quite honest. Have time to take your class. Don't forget to take my class."
Murphy looked at the old man in front of him in a daze and turned away, as if he was not interested in him. However, after the old man took the old "Old Testament" and took seven steps, the sentence echoed forever. In Murphy's memory.
"I am Aquinas, an ignorant shepherd."
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Murphy's life is always targeted, efficient and almost free of wasted time. There are a total of 1,427 steps from the door of the church to his dormitory. On the way, he passed the racecourse and the comprehensive college on basic courses. Each step is accurate to the same distance. This kind of obsessive-compulsive behavior is somewhat like a digital game, but it is a way of being vigilant and maintaining energy. No one will understand the almost morbidity caused by the lack of security. Be vigilant, this feeling cannot be cultivated within a few days, nor can it be put down overnight.
The playful voice on the racecourse is a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't make Murphy turn his head to look curiously. But by the 478th step, Murphys, who had reached the edge of the racecourse, suddenly stopped and turned to look inside.
In the distance, the fat nobleman Carlin narrowed his eyes and stared at Murphys, smiling at the corner of his mouth, but he did not hide the hatred. At the moment, Carlin was riding a warm-blooded horse that looked good. The stability of sitting right away is a lot higher than that of the wealthy businessmen and children who are not stable on horseback.
The area of ​​the horse farm is not small, but the side facing Murphy is not fenced-this is also one of the traditions of Tarrens College. It does not give students excessive protection. There will be the best accommodation and accommodation here, but It does not mean that you can mix and match all day.
The control of the horse is a delicate job. It may not be difficult to pace slowly, but if you want to make the mount under the arm like a command, it will inevitably require a long time of tacit training. Suddenly the frightened horse is easily out of control, and there are many people on the battlefield. The knights who died on horses, and the trainees in Tarrens have a low casualty rate every year.
Part of it is the issue of knight riding, and very few... like the next scene.
There are several inseparable guys beside Carlin riding a horse. Equestrian is obviously acceptable, but one of them was kicked by the noble young master on the horse's when he passed by Carlin!
His riding boots have tiny fine thorns, and they only punctured the skin of the tall, pure-blooded horse in just one click-this horse is not as easy to handle as the warm-blooded horse under Carlin's crotch. In the middle and short dash, the record of a thousand yards is always maintained by pure blood horses. The degree of irritability is proportional to its explosive power. The average knight is difficult to control...In fact, all knights on the entire empire and even the mainland territory, the crotch horses are basically Bloody horse.
This pure-blooded horse, who didn't know where it was from, apparently appeared on the horse farm with premeditated plans. After being caught by Carin's abrupt foot, the pampered Marco pure-blooded horse suddenly screamed and died. Rushed forward!
The rider on horseback seemed panic, but he adjusted the direction intentionally. Needless to say, it was just going straight to Murphys.
Murphy standing on the spot instantly became the object of attention of the students and teachers on the horse farm. The UU reading www.uukanshu.com riding teacher shouted loudly to let Murphy go away, but also mixed with the girls on the ground A tense inhalation.
The height of a pure-blood horse is more than 20 centimeters higher than the average horse, and the height of the horse's head exceeds Murphys. After only five steps, the impulse of this pure-blood horse is enough to put a horse without armor. Ordinary people crash into meatloaf!
In seven seconds, a distance of nearly one hundred meters passed by, and Murphy watched that he was about to be hit--and until then, the noble young master who didn’t seem to lift his eyelids was moving away. After making a gesture, he slowly took a step to the side.
At the next moment, the pure-blooded horse seemed to pass against Murphys, and the roaring momentum came, but at this moment, Murphys reached out and grabbed the saddle, and his body suddenly jumped in the direction of the horse's progress, and the great power involved With his body suddenly leaping upwards, almost in a blink of an eye, Murphy turned over and leaped onto the horse. What was even more horrifying was that the knight had already flew laterally with his kick and fell directly to the ground!
The weight of this foot is not light. The guy who originally wanted to hit Murphy seems to have broken his neck directly when he landed. The life and death are unknown, but the twisted body has made the girls not far away pale, for a while. Not even the teachers on the racecourse know what to say.
Murphy's movements flowed through the water, and when everyone did not react, he immediately reversed the dangerous situation. After occupying the knight's position, he did not hesitate to pull the reins. The violent pure-blood horse was violently unimaginable by him. The power is directly subdued and stays in place!
Turning over and dismounting, Murphy patted the seemingly wild animal. The latter didn't attack him as wildly as expected, but snorted a few times and turned to walk.
Not far away, the boy who had fallen to the ground was dying.