Chapter 25 Chronicles

The Polsan estate at night is quiet and peaceful!

Ride the only pure-blooded Whitt horse in the Polsan Manor and wander alone through the endless grasslands. Although Burnham Darkwell had taken up residence in St. Peter's Castle, no nobleman dared to encroach on or transgress Burnham's estate.

Augustus won two Iron Oak Medals in the Holy War, put on the glorious cloak of Noxian heroes and entered St. Peter's City, the imperial capital of Noxus, although he was as successful as he expected, but he did not get the favor of the powerful Noxian family and threw an olive branch to him as he wished. Not only that, but also unexpectedly gained the hostility and hatred of many nobles. So much so that Augustus couldn't help but sigh: "Breaking from one class to one class makes a class always suffer!" ”

"Whether it is an old aristocrat or a new aristocrat, they are always proud. Especially in front of civilians, even if he talks with you gently, their pride cannot be concealed! Therefore, if a commoner wants to really break into their class, he must put away his inferiority and cowardice, they are arrogant, and you can face them with a more arrogant attitude; They are confident, and you can look at them with a more confident attitude! Augustus, do you understand what I mean? Fransted, who had just defeated a wave of attacks from the Dawning Legion, had not yet taken off his heavy helmet and heavy armor, looked at the stacks of corpses and blood under the city walls, and patted Augustus on the shoulder.

Augustus was silent for a moment, he looked at Fransted's sideways! Augustus, who had long since become accustomed to Fransted's penchant to talk to him after every battle, had learned to think about every word of Fransted's words, and he said: "Pride and self-confidence are built on strength, and if I can ignore the noble badge on their chests, then I am entitled to be proud and confident in their presence!" Uncle Fransted, are you trying to tell me this? ”

Fransted, who had long been accustomed to Augustus's super comprehension, smiled with relief, patted Augustus on the shoulder, and sighed: "The nobility just has an extraordinary high starting point, if they fall into it. No matter how high the starting point is, it can't afford to consume a hundred years of life! And the commoners, the slaves, no matter how low the starting point, may not be able to put on the robe that symbolizes power or hold the patriarch's scepter, which symbolizes sacredness! I thought you had a lot of things for me to guide you, but Augustus you are smarter than I thought, and now I can't even guide you on the road to nobility, you've graduated! ”

Dismounting, Augustus squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of grass and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully. There was another memory in front of me.

Scarred. Outside the crumbling walls of Sark City, Frans and Augustus stood side by side, with nearly 10,000 cavalry and infantry of the Dawn of Demacia in front of them. There were only about 2,000 soldiers behind the two.

On the opposite side, several times his own cavalry, Fransde was fearless. Pointing at the mighty Dawn Legion in front of him, he laughed and said, "There is an Order of Iron Oak in front of you, Augustus!" ”

Augustus nodded, "Not bad, and there may be two!" ”

Fransde shook his head firmly and said, "No, there is only one, and this Iron Oak Medal belongs only to you, Augustus!" ”

Drive. Pegasus galloped, and Fransted departed with a group of soldiers.

The neighing of the horses became quieter, and Augustus, covered in blood, walked up to Fransted, who had only one breath in a pool of blood, and Fransted barely managed to open his tired eyes. Returning to the light, Franste laughed and said: "The Iron Oak Medal is in hand, and you will have to walk on your own after Augustus!" ”

In the first year of the Holy War, Augustus received his first Order of the Iron Oak. On that day Augustus knelt an hour before a pool of blood.

On the meadows of the Porshan Manor. Augustus fell to one knee with grass in his mouth, looking at the sunset in mid-air. He muttered to himself, "Whether this path leads to light or endless darkness, I, Augustus, can only go on." The road has been covered with blood and corpses that I can't turn back, Uncle Fransted. ”

"The higher you stand, the fewer people you are destined to be by! I'm sorry, Augustus, to see you now! A slender figure seemed to suddenly appear on the prairie first, the man's body looked a little thin, and he didn't look very tall, but his body made Augustus feel an indescribable aura.

In the Holy War, he was able to escape from crises many times, not only because Augustus had incredible and exquisite calculation ability, but also because Augustus had hunted in the Alder Mountains since he was a child, and he had a keen and extraordinary sense of danger and danger. Without one of the two, it is very likely that Augustus today would be just an unknown corpse of Noxus in the Holy War.

Augustus stood up, then turned over and mounted his horse. As an insecure fellow, Augustus never exposed his weaknesses to anyone, not even Fransted and his adoptive father, Kill. So Augustus got on his horse and immediately made a defensive move that is very common on the battlefield.

The visitor walked in, and by the afterglow of the setting sun, Augustus gradually saw the visitor's face clearly, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his cold and guarded face.

"I haven't seen each other for three years! Tyrone. Augustus struck forward, and dismounted before Tyrone, who had been more grim in three years, and had not changed for the rest.

"It's been three years!" A faint smile appeared on his indifferent and cold face. Stambod's forest crisis was in a hurry, but it has to be said that Tyrone was the happiest for a while. Now this happy time will also be forgotten.

Leading Augustus and Tyrone to walk on the grass, the two of them laughing without a word. Because Tyrone has always been silent, basically Augustus asks, and Tyrone answers.

Augustus smiled and asked, "How is Borlet, I haven't seen him for three years!" ”

Tyrone said: "What else, there have been several outstanding young heroes in the empire recently, including Bollet. He had represented Noxus on missions to the Ionian Empire, and now he was the target of the Noxian upper class! ”

Augustus clapped his hands and shook his head at the sunset that was about to sink, and said, "I knew that this kid would not be a dashing bard by name, and he finally embarked on his own path. A politician is more suitable for him than a bard! ”

A warm smile appeared under Tyrone's indifferent face. When the three of them were brought into the Forest of Steinbod, Gulliglan said in almost naïve words that his dream was to travel every land and sing poetry to bards in any corner of Valoran.

"For most people, a dream is just a dream, just think about it! And reality is to cut a knife on the dream, the dream is broken, people naturally must face the reality and accept the reality! Augustus, do you know what I've been doing for the past three years? Tyrone stopped and asked, looking at Augustus, who was leaning on his horse and laughing.

Augustus patted the horse's head lightly, whipped it hard, and the horse left! Augustus calmly looked at Tyrone's indifferent eyes and said, "I thought you could keep the feeling of three years ago for a while, but now it seems that this is also a dream!" ”

"The killer lurking in the dark should not have such a burden as feelings, so when I accepted this special profession of guarding Noxus, I was already destined not to have such a useless luxury as feelings in my life! Augustus, do you understand what I mean? ”

Augustus, of course, understood, and he smiled reluctantly and said, "So what? What are you doing today? Remember that there is one of the rules of Noxus Shadow Slayer: superfluous emotions will affect your judgment, and when you have emotions, kill the person who added emotions to you! ”

Friends meet, but in a short moment, they become opponents in a life-and-death fight.

Tyrone shook his head and said, "You're the hero of Noxus, so I won't kill you!" But if one day you are worthless to Noxus or less valuable than me, Tyrone, I will take your head off with my own hands! ”

There is no sadness, no sadness, only indifference to the impermanence of the world.

Affection is a burden to Tyrone, but how is it not a burden to Augustus? The path of Augustus was too difficult and too rough, and this path forged of bones to the throne was destined to lie countless corpses, among which there should be friends, rivals, and enemies!

The only difference is that Tyrone chose to let go, and Augustus chose to look forward to it!

In June 1406, Augustus led the rudimentary Knights to the permafrost tundra, and at this moment, Ash, the queen of the Ice Archer tribe, led the Ice Archer tribe to gradually unify Ferreljord with the Ice Bow in her hand.

In September of the same year, Cardinal Archbishop Hygaia, who was studying the canons of the Holy See in the Papal Office, presented to the Papal Chamber the Holy Immortality, which he had worked on for thirteen years, and he himself was invited to the Inquisition!

In October of the same year, five cardinal archbishops, patriarchs and popes who had ignored the affairs of the Holy See for many years gathered in the Papal Chamber.

In November, Archbishop Helgea, who had been invited into the Inquisition, walked out of the Hall of the Holy Spirit in a conspicuous red robe, guarded by the night watchmen of the Inquisition.

On this day, "Sacred Immortality" was recognized as the official canon of the Holy See, becoming another heavyweight work after "Castle in the Sky", "Apocalypse of Light", "Hand of God" and "Teachings".

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )