The Black Scepter

The sun rose early.

In the lazy bedroom, if there is a scent of fragrance, the dark queen's jade body is horizontal, the slightly messy bed and her scattered long hair are not difficult to reminiscent of what happened last night.

Murphy slowly opened his eyes and gradually woke up.

This is probably the most stable sleep he has been sleeping for a long time. Empty his brain, don’t worry about the enemy’s attack, and don’t think about the dangers that may occur, but just simply hold the beloved person in his arms... all this before, it seems It's not realistic to think about it.

Now that this wish is finally fulfilled, Murphy's heart is filled with anomalies. His palms are raised, and he glides gently along Ashcandy's delicate skin. The queen stretched out her hands and held his palms, leaning slightly in his arms. By the way, the corners of my mouth seemed to have a happy smile in my sleep.

But after all, this is the first time the two have fallen asleep together. In Murphy's soft eyes, Ashcandy's eyelashes fluttered a few times and opened gently-the two looked at each other for three seconds, and then At the same time there was a laugh.

This smile contained more or less emotion, and Murphy kissed Ashcandi's forehead, but found that the dark queen's pupils seemed to have changed a little bit-the original golden and red eyes, now The golden ratio seems to be more.

"your eyes…"

"I can feel some changes, I think-maybe it's related to you." Then, Ashcandy's cheeks were slightly red. "The first time, it was because you drank your blood, and the second time, too. Yesterday Late you..."

Speaking of which, she bit her lower lip, revealing some unprecedented femininity, "I'm thinking, maybe it's because of your bloodline, you... don't you feel anything else?"

Murphy was stunned by Ashcandi's words last night, recalling the madness of last night, she was pinched down before she recovered, and she realized that the breath of the law spread to all around, and then suddenly disappeared— — "It seems that... nothing has changed."

However, he smiled and didn't take it seriously, said softly: "Yesterday's dinner is estimated to make them wake up later, and should go to the city in a few days -"

"I'll just entertain them, you can be busy with your business."

Ashcandy stood up, and her white, dazzling skin was so white and blooming in front of Murphys. Although she was shy, she did not flinch, and she gently put on a layer of tulle pajamas to serve the Grand Duke Putting on a slightly formal robe, the movement gently reveals a touch of joy, and obviously enjoys this relaxed atmosphere.

Murphy tried hard to look away, but he felt that Ashcandy, who had completely put down his hatred and was willing to live peacefully, seemed to have infinite charm. The dark queen who realized this seemed even more interested, and fastened his chest. After the clothes button, he tipped his toes and kissed softly, saying, "I need a careful taste in this kind of life."

It took a lot of perseverance to restrain the urge to push the queen down on the bed again. Murphy walked out of the bedroom in Ashcandy's silver bell-like laughter, but just saw Irene waiting in the office for his approval. Dahl—the latter apparently had been waiting here for a long time. He heard Murphy’s laughter of the Dark Queen when she walked out of the bedroom. Her expression was a little puzzled, then she was amazed, and she finally thought of something. What I originally wanted to say to Murphy was completely forgotten.

"Today's profile?"

Murphy coughed twice, and tried to calmly sit at the large desk, flipped over casually, watching Irindal standing in front of him with blushing and white, and asked in a low voice: "Uh... something else?"

"Ah? No--it's okay...no, there's--yes..." She looked like an oxygen-deprived fish, her mouth open, but she couldn't remember what to say.

Murphy wanted to laugh, but he knew that he couldn’t laugh at this time, otherwise the intelligence officer might have been hiding from him for a long time, so he tried to keep a calm tone: “If it’s okay, go to the monastery and Shrine, I will take a look at these two places at noon. Don’t forget to inform Joan and Andalil that the war is over, but it doesn’t mean they have less to do.”

"Yes…"

Taking a deep breath, Irindal took the command with relief, turned around and left, but suddenly stopped and asked, "Murfis, the war-is it really over?"

"ended…"

Murphy's supposedly confident answer seemed hesitant after he said, "Perhaps."

After Ilyndall left, Murphy sighed and said to himself: "The door is closed... everything should be over."

After looking through the documents on the desktop, Murphy seemed to be still not very comfortable with this sudden idle life. His eyes swept on the bookshelf. He wanted to take out the manuscript of the book "Theology", but found that it was idle. Black notebook in the corner.

Recalling the words of mentor Della in his mind, he couldn't help but frown and took it off. Once he could only open a dozen pages of notebooks that he could not continue to consult. Now he can finally open it in his hands, but the messy content above It still made Murphy feel clueless.

Recalling the fact that Irindal could not see his writing, Murphy changed his face slightly, thinking of the word "law", and then immediately unfolded his "wall of law" without hesitation, and again Flipped through the notes in his hand.

This time, Murphy found that a line of orderly and orderly writing finally appeared on the top, but after reading this note I didn't know when to write it, the consul gradually frowned. And after an hour, when Murphy finally finished reading all the above, his face was pale and abnormal, and cold sweat was all over his body, as if he had been drained of all his strength...

Forcing himself to calm down, Murphy called on Irindal again, rubbing his eyebrows, and whispered: "Notify everyone, I have something to arrange-including Scarlett and Connor's two branches Officials are coming...and Fahna, no one is too small."

Eindal's face changed slightly, but then he heard Murphy whispering the problem she was most worried about...

"War... is far from over."

...

Three days later, the Vatican.

The once glorious Vatican’s Holy See has now completely lost its glory. Byzantium’s troops have arrived here without even decent resistance-although religion usually has a long life, when everyone knows that the pope has become When "evil" is the endorsement, and "Holy See" is an ally of the purgatory creatures, this religion has basically come to an end.

When Bishop Castro from the Parish of Prague came here, his mood was probably a bit complicated.

At the monastery under Pierce Peak, the bishop also led the nun who had been instructed by Aquinas himself to practice. Nowadays, the nun destined to shine has become the archbishop of Lampard. She will be the youngest "patriarch" in history when a resolution of Constantine Parish is passed next year.

Yeah, maybe the "patriarch" is the most appropriate when it is borne by angels, right?

Bishop Castro, who was nearly sixty years old, tightened his thick cloak and looked up at the magnificent Vatican center, with some shock and sigh in his heart... The glory that once enveloped here for centuries will eventually change Is it?

Thinking of the secret letter he had received before coming here, he could not help shaking his head, lamenting that it was really impermanent.

This trip is to complete a secret mission released from Patriarch Constantine. Because of religious matters, there was no murderous Byzantine army in this team, but only a dozen **** members in white robes. The team walked in the snow for several days and finally entered this before dark. St Peter's Basilica, which has been left unattended.

The magnificent church is full of priceless sculptures and murals. The paintings of Genesis are directly above the Pope’s Hall, but now the hall without candles is dim, let alone the murals, they are angels on both sides of the corridor The sculptures are not very clear.

"Master Bishop, there seems to be something wrong here."

The members of the tribunal were very sensitive to heresy, and immediately issued an alarm, and fifteen members of the tribunal made a gesture of preparing to fight.

Bishop Castro's attainment is not low, he naturally felt a bit of uncomfortable breath when he walked into the church, but he understood the mission more clearly what it meant, and remembered it under his heart The content of the sealed letter, the bishop sighed and said softly: "Remember the rules of the referee, remember who can attack and who can't attack, this is my only requirement."

The members of the tribunal surrounded them for a while, but they acted in accordance with their orders. However, they did not relax their vigilance, and they were tightly protected around Castro. Those who were illuminated by Holy Light and some raised various weapons in their hands.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the team finally stopped in front of a huge door.

Behind the door is the core of the Pope’s Holy Hall, the “final dogma” where the pope was once listed.

Before the door was opened, the footsteps were heard from the inside, and the members of the tribunal were terrified. Before Bishop Castro came here, the entire Vatican had no enemies under the sweep of the Byzantine troops, and "Final dogma" is the focus of cleaning up, so at this moment they believe that the guy behind the door is a friend of the enemy!

The dim light illuminated the dim hallway, and dozens of aggressive magical arts were directed at the front door. While they were about to attack, the door of "Final Dogma" slowly opened. ——

The light illuminates the appearance of the coming person, but the magic technique has never been released...

...

Time back to half an hour ago.

There are many rare treasures displayed in the "Final Dogma", these things can be kept after the soldiers' inventory because of the strict orders of the Byzantine military. "Saints" robe, cross or various relics, some powerful divine scrolls, crowns of successive popes, etc.

There was no one in the deserted hall, but after a sudden burst of batwing, several figures wearing black robes appeared in the "Final Dogma".

The bat wings on the back converged, and a little moonlight spilled out of the window. The headed blood race stepped to the window, and the slanting moonlight reflected his slightly old cheek-although with a little haggard, but William?? Cremand, the monarch-level blood family, still carried a bit of compelling momentum.

It didn't take long for another figure to appear silently on the other side of the room, with a strange halo of color all around him, and stepping out of the shadow, it was a full-blown "black widow" Scarlett.

"Is Murphy choosing this place to negotiate, are you going to demonstrate to the Clement family? I think... this set doesn't work."

William didn't give Scarlett a face, but he was always jealous of Murphy behind Scarlett, not too arrogant.

Before agreeing to cooperate with Murphy to deal with the Holy See, William would rather say that he was fighting for his own ethnic group, because if the "holy war" of the sacred Gabriel empire succeeded, then his own ethnic group must face the disaster of extinction. Now that the biggest threat has been lifted, Murphy is going to "talk"-William has to be very careful, for fear of making excessive requests.

"Ha, although this is the first time I met, I think... Your Excellency, you think too much."

Scarlett came alone, and it seemed that there was no threat of force. This made William, who came with the four elders, feel a little stingy, but the black widow did not come to tease the Clement family, she Pointing to the conference table beside the finger that originally belonged to the Pope, he asked softly: "The Principality of Lampard has no hostility, so... shall we sit down and talk?".

In front of the wooden table carved with sacred angels, two bloodline strongmen each representing different forces were seated, and the topics they subsequently discussed were obviously incompatible with the original masters of this room...

"...Blood resuscitation?" William shook his head. "Humans can get real blood vessels after'first embrace'. The existence of true bloodlines is too rare. The threat of the pope has just been eliminated. Do you want the whole blood to be wanted by the Byzantine Patriarch? "

"The offspring are not only able to rely on pure blood to reproduce or get hold of, this problem is the main purpose of my negotiation with you today-oh, forgot to re-introduce yourself again, as the head of the Creman family, you may know my The name is Scarlett, but I don’t know my full name?"

"Scarlett Gotebane, I am the only remaining member of the Gotebane family. Of course, you can call me the head of the Gotebane family."

The black widow's expression seemed very peaceful, but the information between the words made the faces of the five blood races opposite change dramatically.

William's eyebrows jumped sharply, but he quickly controlled his emotions and said, "The Gothic family... you are from Cassandra--"

"Daughter." Scarlett nodded, and then said something that made William ponder for a long time-"I am a half-blood race, and my father is human."

The entire conference room fell into absolute silence. The meaning behind this message may not be clear to ordinary people, but for the Clemens and the entire blood clan that had few thousands of people persecuted by the pope, It is an unimaginable "gospel".

This is like a traveler who fell to the ground due to hunger in the desert and suddenly saw a lake in front of him. Its role and temptation are so great that it can make people ignore any risks hidden in it...

The four elders of the Cremand family showed an excited and hopeful look. Only William's brows grew deeper and deeper. After a long time, he slowly said: "Conditions?"

"Reorganize the'Blood Circle Council'-the'Blood Circle Council' belonging to the new order."

William's eyes narrowed. The term "Blood Circle Council" has been rarely known to anyone. It is the highest council of blood races formed by thirteen bloodline patriarchs. Its members will always remain unchanged for thirteen people-but it remains in There is only one Clement in this lineage, is it Murphy...

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his sharp eyes rose sharply, looking straight at Scarlett, and asked, "What does he want to do? Forget about the possibility of reorganizing the parliament, even if it is really formed, the Byzantine Patriarch will let it go? "

"Perhaps the news from the Creman family is not well informed. Duke Murphy has submitted a request to the Byzantine Patriarch Holy Court-hoping that the "blood" group will be officially recognized and have the same rights as other citizens."

"what?!"

The bombshell made several elders unable to hold back anymore, and one of them even exclaimed.

"It is impossible to get permission, Patriarch—"

"The Grand Duchess is Ashcandi, I think Byzantium must recognize this identity?" Scarlett smiled indifferently. "Bloods are no longer hostile to humans. They have their own territory, legal status and dignity. Live, no longer lingering in the dark...and even rise again, and the "Blood Ring Council" will be on the top of the mainland like the "Golden Compass Council" and the "Round Table Knight Council". Such a prospect, don’t you want to see it? To?"

William's fierce wave of hand stopped the words that the elders behind wanted to say, and said with a deep voice: "I don't need you to portray any good prospects. I just want to know, where are you going to do this... where?"

Scarlett got up and came to the door of the "Final Dogma" with an elegant pace, and slammed open--

Outside the door, more than a dozen members of the Tribunal looked at Scarlett with fangs in her lips, and the magical arts to be cast down one by one... Then, Bishop Castro stepped forward and nodded respectfully-"Patriarch Patriarch ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have received a letter from the Patriarch."

Immediately, he looked into the room, with some helplessness, sincerely greeted: "Patriarch William, I have been famous for a long time...I came here today to talk about the official recognition of Byzantium's identity as a "blood"..."

Since the establishment of the "Final Dogma", several popes have issued orders to kill blood clan here. The original large blood clan was oppressed to the present level, but also in this room, the blood clan saw hope of re-emergence.

Scarlett’s face was hidden in the shadows, looking at the Cremans and Byzantine bishops who reached a consensus on the negotiating table, but her mouth was filled with a worried look-Murphy did this... can it succeed ?

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No manuscripts saved, written very late, revised and revised, and finally updated before 12:00

"The Last Battle" should be the last long chapter of this book.

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