Chapter 43: Duke Azshara, the Solomon family

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There will be a speech in the evening, and one more tomorrow, because the two days have not written much, the state is not very good.
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Only a figure in the vision made him feel special-Xu is wearing too low-key, and it seems that after a few minutes, Murphy realized that he was standing quietly in the diagonal position of the house. Noble lady, without those cumbersome lace and black velvet decorations, not as white as arsenic-skinned skin, nor the ridiculous skirt and disgusting tweaks that seemed to Murphy, a velvet Purple robe, close to the body but loose, without the kind of demon striking the figure, but with a kind of lonely atmosphere that ordinary people can't reach.
There seemed to be an invisible boundary beside her, and no one was near within three meters.
Murphy didn't know who Xuren was the lady who perfectly matched the word "noble", because her admission was after Murphy, there was no ethnic emblem on her body, there was only one The diamond embellished with the purple robe is set on the left chest like a finishing pen, and no title or identity can be seen. But letting Morpheus, a guy with a distorted aesthetic, feel "comfortable", which shows that the lady in front of him knows the way of dressing up, but what makes Morpheus feel strange is that this woman's expression is very cold. Life is not close, but always want to give people a second look.
What a contradiction.
"I heard that you are new here?"
The unwelcome question made Murphy turn his head slightly, but the person in front of him was much smaller than himself. It seemed that he was only 11 or 12 years old, and he was also short, but he looked up more like he was talking. Looking down, he didn't look polite with his arms around his chest.
Humir, the youngest member of the Mister family of wizards, Murphy nodded with a smile, looking indignant.
"What would you do? Horse riding? Dance sword? Or manipulative elements? I think those who can stand here should be stronger than the waste?"
The child spoke a little politely, and Murphy shook his head calmly, saying, "I don't seem to know anything."
Nobles will never reveal their advantages when dealing with each other, often revealing their disadvantages as flaws, so as to see the reaction of the other side, and the instantaneous change of eyes will reveal the original intention of a noble who is subtly and subtly.
Of course, two guys who are not yet mature naturally don't have such a deep city, one is because they are too young, and the other is because they are coping for the first time.
The talking child seemed to be surprised when he heard this. He looked up and down at Murphys. His eyes were unscrupulous, and he apparently learned to converge-in a normal place, this behavior would naturally be regarded as a childish child’s unintentional The move, but Murphy was obviously aware of the other party's slightly hidden curiosity and faint disdain.
Disdain, accompanied by superiority, this is the emotion that aristocrats often have.
"I hope you are kidding."
The child curled his lips, turned away, and walked away, but halfway through, he turned his back toward Murphy and extended his palm, seemingly casually snapping his fingers, making a clear sound that was much louder than ordinary fingers , As if the flames of the flames flickered away, naturally and skillfully.
Murphy narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling at the child as usual.
The transformation of the semi-condensed state of the element becomes the state of the element of fire at the moment when the ringing of the finger sounds and quickly annihilates, which shows that the child in front of him has mastered the element control of at least the high-level magician.
What a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Compared with him, Clivi might actually be called a waste in the eyes of outsiders.
The dinner soon began, Murphy's eyes were swept, and several peers had returned to their parents, seeming to regard Murphy as air, especially the two girls, although their eyes were seeing Murphy There was a sense of novelty when discovering the new continent, but it quickly shifted away without taking a second look.
Want to get rid of it? Ignore it completely?
Murphy was not interested.
Duke Akar and a few old friends walked down the second floor stairs. A group of old nobles walked together with great momentum. They raised their hands generously and showed confidence. The atmosphere was natural and harmonious. Of course, no one would think of this group of people for decades. The rivals who were still fighting before, or the assassinations of Murphys might have been ordered by one of the nobles.
This is an inaccurate thing, and it is the reason why Akar has never been willing to attend such a banquet. The nobles can talk face to face and the business between the families is honest without any bad records, but they can still stab each other in the back. Heartless.
In short, just a group of lunatics.
This is Tang Jidi's original words.
In the large hall, a noble family sat gently, the order was unified and tacit, and they were seated one by one according to the family influence and status, but when the unknown young man in the hall gently sat next to the Duke of Akar That is, when the long table is in the first echelon, the scene is a little funny.
The people who had just disdained to talk to Murphy suddenly looked embarrassed, and the old man who greeted Murphy at the door smiled a little inexplicably.
The significance of this dinner was indeed as the old man said, and Duke Akar prepared for his son Murphys to join this circle, so the Duke Lord who rarely attended the formal dinner at this moment gently stood up, facing the dozens of nobles who were already seated. Whispered: "Let me introduce you to my son, Murphy Windsor, the last heir to the purple iris."
In a word, it was a little abrupt, and some were sullen, but also some decisive.
There was a moment of silence on the dining table.
Murphy raised his head, as the focus of the audience, he smiled and nodded to the complex emotional eyes around him, without too much nonsense.
"Father Tiger has no dogs."
Quite abruptly, it turned out to be the indifferent woman in the front position, a purple velvet robe that didn't show a trace of unnecessary redundance on her body, a slightly lazy expression and that cold eyes, accompanied by With such a prophetic word, the scene became more and more silent.
The Duke of Windsor did not have any surprise, but instead gently bowed: "Hope, as you said, Duke Azshara."
Duke?
Murphy raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately understood who he was.
West's "Heraldic Studies" summarizes most of Constantine's upper class aristocrats, and the one who impressed Murphy is nothing more than a few guys standing on top of the nobility-the duke, this noble The noblest member has no more copies in the empire in the past 100 years. That is to say, the several dukes sitting on this table are all inherited from the father’s title.
Azshara Solomon, the only prince in the empire that did not dare to provoke any nobles. The so-called daring not to provoke, not only because of her strong family background, but also because of the connection between the Solomon family and the royal family-this is on the surface An amazing business chain, and at the same time, the nobleman who was responsible for providing information to the royal family, and even it was rumored to have close ties with the "creed" organization, and the head of the Solomon family of thirteen generations was once the city of Constantine. The master's "eyes" are responsible for patrolling the entire empire and reporting the message to the emperor. This is even more true today. It can be said that the identity of the duke is not much lower than that of the prince, and even beyond.
The special status allows her to never have any extra friends, and even the words she has spoken have never been dared to be squandered-more because of the moody mood of this woman, she wanted to be close to her nobles before. With one exception, they all died miserably.
His eyes stayed slightly on Murphys, and Azshara gently lifted the wine glass in front of her, as if leading the atmosphere of the entire dining table: "This glass, heir to the purple iris."
Everyone present toasted, and no one dared to say anything.
Duke Azshara seemed to be very formal. A few readings from UU www.uukanshu.com made the atmosphere colder, but as she fell into silence later, the atmosphere quickly picked up.
The tableware on the table is the work of Damascus silversmiths. There are three sets of silver knives and forks in front of each person. The more noble etiquette such as high-standard dinners, the more exquisite the etiquette. Even the wrong spoon for drinking soup will be used. People laughed, but a group of people obviously experienced a long time, and the conversation that began later was casual and relaxed, but no one would not be ceremonial.
Murphy skillfully used a knife and fork, a small piece of Mosigan black pepper steak with a sip of Nikki's red wine, quite satisfactory and impeccable.
"Murpheus...the ‘gift’ in ancient Hebrew, maybe this is really a gift from the Lord for the Windsor family.

"I wonder where Murphy went to school? Pansell School of Magic? Or Cauchy?"
Questions that were more or less rooted but not touched the bottom line allowed Murphys to see the language art of the nobility for the first time. Duke Windsor did not seem to have the meaning of siege, and chatted with several bigwigs The impasse's imperial political situation alone gave Murphy the blast of various problems.
"I was at Tarrens College some time ago."
Murphy's answer silenced the opponent for a while.
After a few questions, there will be no more topics. These questions are nothing more than signs of showing good impressions or impressions like Murphys. The band in the hall is playing soothing tracks. The formal dinner will soon be a glass of wine It ended in the middle, and the communication after leaving the seat was obviously the highlight of Murphy's coming here.
Lord Duke patted his shoulder lightly, still chatting with a few old guys in the corner, leaving Murpheus standing there alone in the hall, facing the nobles of the surrounding wolf or tiger leopard.
That is, just standing, a figure shook gently.