The Black Scepter

The second offer is more, let's take out the red ticket!

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The word "please" in Ashcandy's words was very bitten, and her dissatisfaction and annoyance could be seen.

As one of the most powerful blood clan, although killing the world is almost invincible, it still can not escape the huge handwriting on the wanted list of the heresy and the destiny of the world.

The night watchman...trying sinners in the night as a dark species is not the biggest irony and counterattack for the heretical verdict?

Murphy failed to include Ashkandi's name in any already planned team, simply because in his mind, Ashkandi's status is equal to himself.

"To listen to the truth?"

He asked, his voice a little helpless.

Ashcandi nodded, his long fingers squeezing the parchment lightly.

"Because I don't want you to feel used," Murphy replied softly. "And, I won't interfere with all your decisions."

silence.

Ashcandi looked at Murphy in this way. Although the gas field was still strong, she had lost the indifference that no one should enter. At least at this moment, her resistance did not target the guy in front of her.

"Add my name to it," Ashkandi slowly lowered his head, handing the crumpled parchment to Murphys. "Nightwatcher Ashkandi, sounds better. "

"I wish you the same during the day."

Murphy took his hands and said something ambiguous-maybe it was the first time he expressed his affection for the woman in front of him? In the blank of the emotional world, he tried to control his tone naturally, but eventually turned his exclamation into an unexplainable self-talk.

It's just that it didn't seem to escape Ashkandi's ears. Under the candlelight swaying in the corridor, the woman who killed more than five figures from the date of birth to the present sighed...

maybe.

...

Ashcandi's move caught Murphy a little caught off guard. He didn't know what it meant. After all, she was so powerful that she was a "bottom box" for the "night watch", so Murphy was right. Ashkandi is glad to cooperate.

No matter how much emotion he had, he didn't understand what it was.

Murphy, who did not return to the study, walked up the stairs to the basement of the castle-the same as the base of each blood group. The basement exists as a bedroom for the "sleeping" vampires, and also has a dungeon where prisoners can be held. At this moment, Conor Earl, the blood of the Earl, was torturing the twitching baron who had been broken by three fingers and was in the deepest part of the dungeon.

Compton, who was silent beside him, didn't need paper and pen at all, so he recorded everything he heard without moving.

Murphy stopped in the distance and did not show up. He turned around and left after listening to Huen’s wailing for half an hour, thinking about the countermeasures in his mind. When he returned to the study, he got a "Interrogation Report" handwritten by Compton. From above, he learned some basic information about Baron Huen.

Twenty-seven years old this year, the third heir to the Samir family of the Fording Empire, the Samir family has a great career, but unfortunately it is not his turn to inherit, so he has spent more than ten years, and the woman he has been Fez had met many women, and later became fascinated by the fancy etiquette of knights. All day long, he did some hard-for-the-birth incidents in the towns on the border of the three empires, which caused trouble more than doing. Many more, every time my father Earl Watley scrubs the ass.

Perfect blackmail target.

Although Murphy has never been a bandit, he is well aware that this guy is the best blackmailed person in the nobility-he is not heavy, but he is not the first successor. Because of his low strength, he cannot be valued by the family and has his own potential. It has little strength and no future.

In other words, from the point of view, Earl Walter would pay for the leader or even calm down the emerald. After all, it involves the face of the nobility, but from a rational point of view, it is estimated that the earl does not care about the life and death of this son.

Even for his own son, a parasite that cannot bring benefits to the family and causes trouble every day can't get real attention. This is the Ford aristocrat, the old-school aristocrat who knows the cruelest reality the most.

So in the early morning of the next day, the pigeons flying to the Fording Empire left the Kosenyi Castle with the request of "ransom of one hundred thousand gold coins".

But Murphy continued to put Huen in the dungeon without giving face, and Connor continued to interrogate everything he knew.

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When the sun rose, Ashcandi, who had not slept all night, slowly opened the black eyes, but did not have the calmness of the past.

The aristocratic girl seemed to feel that something was not right, frowned and thought for a long time, but in the end it was fruitless-because she could hardly remember all the things she did in the night, only inferred from the traces left by the day, so When she moved her gaze to the table, she suddenly had an incredible feeling.

"The Pope Encyclopedia" is half open and placed on the table, next to a note, the handwriting is twisted at the beginning, but the more fluent the later, the above records are a few made by the Vatican Holy See in the past century Important decisions-many of them are related to Ashcandi himself.

"Reading?"

Black Eye Ashcandy suddenly had a ridiculous feeling. She picked up the quill pen and turned over the unsightly notes. Anyone could see the seriousness of the author, but she couldn’t believe it. Another "do it yourself".

"damn it!"

The noble lady was suddenly angry, but more of a panic. She started to look through all the bookcases and drawers in front of her, regardless of the image, and any parchment with the words on her face.

Stretching his hands to tie his black hair, Ashcandi narrowed his eyes, slowly took off his original black robe, and gently rummaged in the closet packed by the servant, then picked one that seemed to be impossible in this life. Putting on the long skirt, she pushed out the door and quickly walked to Murphy's study.

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Murphy never let go of the habit of exercising every morning.

In the same way, he never gave up his study of books and his desire for knowledge.

The castle left by the Hollier family was fully accepted by himself. As a middle-blood clan that has existed for more than 500 years, the patriarch placed all the books he could take out in the study room at the request of Murphys, which also made the bookshelf Had to expand to the roof.

"On the Multiple Nature of Overlapping Magic Arrays", this not-so-thick book has been turned to the last few pages by Murphys, and the quill pens that have been scrapped due to the painting practice of Magic Array are thrown to the ground. Si is staring at a picture of the overlapping normals in a daze.

"Something?"

Ashcandy's footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Murphy heard clearly-Ashcandy in the night was very different from Ashcandy in the daytime. This difference was even reflected in the interval, posture and even the walking pace. In appearance, Murphy, who didn’t need to look back at this moment to know that Ashkendi had arrived, turned a page lightly, but did not hear a response.

So he turned his head.

Subsequently, the sixteen-year-old little virgin was dull for a moment.

Because Ashcandi was wearing a very **** low-cut dress, white skin and abyss-like gully appeared in front of Murphy's eyes, willow waist, buttocks, put on today when the temperature has just rebounded In view of this tempting dress, it is absolutely deceiving to say that she has no purpose—

Because this signal now usually means what the man in front of you wants to do, hurry up and do it!

What is this for?

Some sleepy Murphys was suddenly scared-although he was not cold because of aesthetic deformities, under the premise of "male humans", it was naturally nonsense to say that there was no response to the sexual temptations made by women intentionally However, this boy who has not experienced the so-called joy of fish and water has not lost his mind or wanted to be ill-advised.

Closed "On the Multiple Nature of Overlapping Magic Arrays", turned around and asked softly: "Will Miss Ashkandi, UU reading www.uukanshu.com explain your intention to do this?"

"intention?"

Ashkandi seemed to inadvertently squeeze Wei An from his chest with his arms, his eyes looked a little shyly and said, "It's not because of you..."

The voice is lazy and tempting.

"I don't think I have time to watch your performance."

Murphy's eyes closed tightly, and he had noticed that the atmosphere was wrong-lure? What role is Ashkandi, and she still uses "temptation"? There must be something wrong.

"Performance?" Ashcandi stooped slightly and leaned forward, still stupidly trying to say: "I'm honest--"

"enough!"

Murphy shouted sharply, his eyes cold.

His outburst was beyond Ashkandi's expectations, and the atmosphere between the two of them fell instantly to freezing point-Murphy had to do so, because the situation at the moment was too weird. Discussing how to deploy scouts with yourself, but today, like a lonely lady, please come for joy?

Think with your knees and know that this is a mess!

In the end, Ashkandi, who seemed unwilling to continue, regained his previous indifferent posture and said softly: "Little boy, it seems that you have not learned to be polite to a lady?"

"I want to understand whether you have made a mistake. Even if the opinions are different, I don't think there is any need for conflict. The contract exists for one day, and you and I don't have to fight each other."

"I didn't make a mistake, she made a mistake."

Ashcandi gently held his arms, and his voice began to become resistant and impatient-this is a sign of an unfriendly attitude, "Do you really think there is any benefit in letting a murderer fall in love with you?!"

murderer.

Love you.

benefit.

This sentence was so powerful that Murphy became dumb instantly.