Chapter 77: Ford Noble Style

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In such a stunned effort, Ashcandi had already put on his face and put on his coat easily, which did not embarrass Murphy.
Murphy is not a priest who helps others to spread his faith for joy, so he doesn’t want to purify the heresy and get credit, and the idea of ​​controlling her to enslave her is even less expectable-the content of the contract is not divided between master and servant. No one can order anyone—in short...the current Ashcandi can’t stop Murphy even if he kills Mullentar alone.
While the two continued to stand still and embarrassed, the Duke's figure jumped from the sky like a thunder.
Akar, who was standing next to Murphy, did not point anyone recklessly with his long sword in his hand, but his eyes were clearly staring at Ashcandy, who was a scourge, obviously she dared to have nothing more than Murphy. You have to ask whether the sword in your hand agrees.
Ashcandi, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, has no emotional rebound at the moment. Instead, he gently took care of his robe and walked to meet the ancient nobles only in the Fordine Empire. He said softly: "Ashkan Dee Misrae, who bothered to disturb and hope to forgive me."
Murphy swallowed hard.
The Duke narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. There was no slight contempt. Ashcandi had the purity of a twenties-year-old girl but the charm of a mature lady. The "lost aristocratic girl" that Feis accidentally discovered, and the name "Ashkandi" has not appeared in the mainland's official history for hundreds of years. The catastrophe that swept the mainland was a paragraph for the former tribunal and the Holy See. The history is difficult to tell, so this taboo name was completely banned, and even the current bishop-level clergy are rarely heard, and the Duke of Akar, as the army commander, is unlikely to give it from Della like Murphy. The rare name and the surname that has been forgotten are found in the list of partial books.
So the Duke didn't realize how horrible the woman who was buried in the secret room by Yizuer secretly and didn't reveal to her own son.
But in the face of Ashkandi's "friendliness", he instinctively did not answer.
Murphy signaled his father to leave here. The Duke as a sword saint had no objection. He easily took Murphy to jump out of the sky for dozens of meters and fell outside the ruins of the ruins. He wanted to inquire about the identity of Murphy as a woman. Behind the ghostly figure behind him.
The suspected Ashcandi looked around casually, seemingly did not care about the Duke's vigilant gaze, reaching out to cover the sunlight and looking at the Duke's Palace Castle not far away, this woman with dark hair suddenly lightened With a laugh, a sudden smile appeared, and then softly said: "The Windsor family's mansion? Let me think about it, did Yi Zur bring me here?"
In a disturbing sentence, Duke Akar's mouth twitched sharply.
And Murphy, who sees the woman in front of him as a beast of floods, has been thinking about how to deal with the current things-he cannot rely on his father to settle Ashcandy, because he is the one who signed the contract with this dangerous person... You can fight with her, but Murphy is not so stupid.
In the end, after a short silence, Murphy saluted like a most standard nobleman, looking at Ashkandi, who was much taller than himself: "Whether you are going to pull heaven into next The world has fallen into the abyss. I, Murphy Windsor, will invite you to the palace on behalf of the Windsor family."
This is the first time Murphy made this statement on behalf of the family behind him.
It is not a fear to use the honorable Murphys, to open an invitation, it is the energy and heritage of an ancient family, whether the other party is the great heresy that the Byzantine religious judge wants to execute or the avenger who is hated by the underground order. Before tearing his face, he should cope as usual.
The Duke next to him was surprised and wary of Ashcandi's identity, and he became affirmed and relieved that his son dared to face the strong man to say this.
Ashcandi, who was still very face-saving and looked like an unprepared noble lady, blinked: "I am honored to step into the Duke of Windsor House again after 357 years. The guy who invited me once was very interesting. He is about your age, but at that time he was already at the forefront of the family."
Murphy knew who was in her mouth-Yi Zuer's father was killed in battle when he was 17 years old. He inherited the position of the head of the family and he took the stage of history in the assassination and rebellion. This made him a "heresy" career.
The dreadful terror in the duke gradually became restrained, and also performed a noble ritual, asking softly: "Akar? Windsor, the current head of the Windsor family."
Ashcandi saluted gently, smiled, and nodded indifferently.
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At dusk, the Duke's Palace.
Many people actually do not understand what the so-called family heritage means. The horrific wealth is only the most insignificant point. For an ancient large nobleman in Byzantium, the heritage is more derived from the heritage.
The influence of each head of the family and each outstanding family member on this family is by no means a superficial difference in ranking in the empire or even the mainland. The most important thing is the inheritance of spirit-as an ancient military aristocracy, Wind Saul did not have the extreme belligerence of the ordinary hawks, nor the smooth cunning of the old-school politicians. He took the middle of the extreme performance of the two types of aristocrats in the usual sense. Just luck.
A "big heresy" that may be listed by the referee as the second only to Prince William appeared in the territory, but he smiled and invited the other party to visit the mansion.
Ashcandi put on a decent dress under the care of two unclear maids. During this period, the Duke asked his son about the general things that happened overnight, and he had to express emotion while knowing Ashkandi’s identity. Fes is worthy of the successor of Windsor, but his good mood does not last long. When he thinks of the guy who is involved with his son, Rao is no longer able to bear the tough heart-Ashkandi There is nothing surprising about his attitude from meeting to now, but it is because of this that the Duke is worried about anomalies.
To put it simply, none of the summit climbers in the underground order is normal—both physical and mental.
There is such an "alliance" that is definitely not a cost-effective deal-the specific rules of the "Dead Sea Contract" are not yet clear, but it is by no means as simple as being unable to harm each other. The enemy of the Windsor family and Ashcandi’s The enemies are indeed a little bit of a big witch when it comes to speaking: one is that the family is targeted by several other families, and the other is the single person who is targeted by the blood races of the entire continent and the two major religious trial institutions. The significance can be imagined.
The conversation between father and son was interrupted by Ashkandi who walked down the stairs. An Ashcandi in a purple long evening dress came. The high heels that had been popular since a hundred years ago were paired with her tall man and pure face. For heaven.
However, there was no stunning applause in the large hall-a boy who seemed to be kicked by a donkey and had an aesthetically deformed boy, and an old man whose "ex-wife" status might be a collapsing person. The two people's cold performance made them ready Ashcandi, who won applause and exclamation, was hurt.
Has the world changed? I'm not charming anymore?
It seems that he has a good temper but actually has a bad temper. Ashcandi is a little unhappy~EbookFREE.me~ It seems... Are the two men unwilling to even the most basic praise of the nobility? "
There was no Murphy in the ruins of the dark queen, Ashcandy pouted, as if this was her habit of showing coquettishness-but no one knew what she was thinking, from the seal-covered one. After being awakened in the coffin, her adaptability seemed surprisingly horrible. The only thing was that she walked into the door of the Duke’s palace and looked at the sculpture of Yizuer gently, while the rest, she seemed to have no surplus for the empire hundreds of years later. Surprised.
The two fathers and sons of Windsor were very flattering to the face. After the painless conversation, the beautiful Miss Ashcandy Misrae was invited to dinner at the Duke’s Palace. The werewolf leader in the classics was very unexpected. The place has the impeccable style of a lady and aristocrat of the nobility of Fording, and even the old Phaffa can’t pick out any problems, but she has not said anything about her plans or ideas. It seems that she is really just an invited Duke The nobleman who was a guest of the house chatted with the father and son of Windsor about the history of the imperial wars and the deeds of the former religious tribunals.
But Murphy’s feelings about Ashcandy are still very weird-it’s like a mask dancer who is more aristocratic than aristocrat, joking on the stage of life, looking at the passing guest behind the mask, but No one can see through the mask.
At the end of dinner, the sun went down and asked Ashkandi to stay overnight to leave the restaurant under the leadership of the maid, but no one saw her original delicate face gradually shrouded in the night, a mere chill, just the angle of the eyebrows A slight change in the arc of the corner of the mouth, this beautiful woman seems to be a person in a moment, no stranger, abnormal indifference.
When he walked into the bedroom, his eyes were dark red.
The night grew deeper.