Chapter 17: The Unclean Sword

Augustus? It's a name that doesn't deserve to be remembered. Nobles and commoners alike, sometimes they choose to deliberately forget certain things, in order to reduce their suffering or increase their sense of glory. Augustus, a young talent who had inflicted heavy losses on the four noble families of the city six years ago, and the magnificent achievements of the five nobles in the Azalder City Recruit Tournament six years ago made him a sensation.

No commoner dared to openly provoke the nobles, and no commoner could survive six years after provoking the nobles or even inflicting heavy damage on them, but this unruly, indifferent and witty Augustus did it. This alone is enough that the nobles who think highly of themselves will never want to mention it, and it is equivalent to a scar on their body

But when Augustus, a name without any surname, just an ordinary but hopeful name, appeared in front of this group of nobles, and was treated with the almost respectful etiquette of the young master Pompey of the family of Gnaeus, the memories that had been dusted six years ago came back to the minds of some nobles who were impressed by the incident of the commoners provoking the nobles and stayed at the Titratan Hotel.

For example, Solit, who is now glorious in Alder City, is the pride of the Mark family! In a large and comfortable private room, he was talking with a group of nobles, and the spring breeze was proud, and Solit casually glanced downstairs, just in time to see that Pompey, who had been suppressing his edge from the hated Gnaeus family, went to personally receive a young man with the armor of an ordinary Noxian soldier with respectful and almost respectful etiquette.

God, is this crazy? When did this cunning and hypocritical guy become so pious and humble? Looking at Pompey, Solit's first feeling was that he didn't believe what he saw.

No one knew Pompey's temperament better than his old rival. This guy has the aristocratic temperament of an elegant gentleman, a delicate face that is enough to make any aristocratic lady tempted, and a sunny smile that is so bright that almost no impurities can be seen, but such a nobleman is an out-and-out proud, this guy will never face anyone as a lowly person, no matter when and where he wants to be in control. Whether at a banquet or on the battlefield.

But how could such a proud, confident fellow greet an ordinary Noxian soldier in person with such humility? Didn't he know that the nobles' greeting of commoners was one of the most degrading things to the status of the nobility?

This thought crossed his mind, and time gathered on the Noxian soldier who had caused such a humble reception by Pompey, the arrogant man of the Gnaeus family, who had the appearance of gentlemanly elegance, and it was good not to look at it, and at the sight of it, Solit was stunned for a moment.

Bang.

In the astonished eyes of the others in this luxurious room, the cold and witty Solit, who was gradually approaching a mature heir to the Mark family, stood up very unexpectedly, his eyes full of anger and surprise that could not be concealed, looking out the window, staring directly at the Tykoratan Hotel, which attracted the attention of thousands of people.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Augustus! ”

Augustus, whose name counts as a nightmare for Solit, was the first to be ousted by Augustus. A humiliated nobleman, Solit had no reason to forget this lowly but arrogant commoner.

"I know that if I hold the arrow, I will hold the trouble, but I also know that when I hold the arrow, I will never be afraid of trouble again!" Augustus bent his bow in one hand and held an arrow in the other, and he said this domineering and leaky words, which kept appearing in Solit's mind, like a devil entangled, lingering.

Therefore, it can be said that no one remembers Augustus more deeply and resents him more deeply. Solit, who originally had only a very ordinary aristocratic city, was able to grow so quickly to the point where the Mark family was so satisfied, and it can be said that half of it was due to Augustus.

Solitt was confident that with the glory of the Order of the Olive Tree, the Order of the Golden Eagle, and the Order of the Shamrock, he would be able to deal a double blow to the civilian who was rebellious but had no capital, both mentally and physically. Just as Solit was sitting in this beautiful dream. Eight months ago, after completing the ordination ceremony at the Cathedral of Egustín under the personal auspices of General Burnham from St. Peter's City, the brother Alfit, who was even more dazzling than him, returned to Alder City under the watchful eye of Alder City, and brought him a news that he least wanted to hear, but at the same time the most wanted to hear, the news of Augustus!

Offitt said a simple word to his brother, who had been reeling from the blow he had been blowing six years earlier: "I met that Augustus in the Cathedral of Egustin. He has already received three Iron Oak Medals! ”

Hearing this, Solit was immediately blindfolded, and he still didn't want to believe that this thing was true, but he also had to believe that his brother Offet, who had never told him any lies since he was a child, would never deceive him. And in this kind of thing.

"Augustus returned safely from Ferreldrio?" Solit, who had been following the news of Augustus, muttered to himself.

Six years is enough time for any young person to transform, and for Solit, these six years have not been happy, but they have allowed him to grow rapidly. Because of this lingering nightmare of Augustus. Solit, who was no longer a nobleman who was superficial and liked to play boring tricks, immediately calmed down, sat down and drank a glass of wine very casually and elegantly in the eyes of the nobles at the other wine tables, pointed to the curious scene below, and said: "Look, that is Augustus, who has been awarded three Iron Oak Medals in a row in three years of holy war, and has been awarded the medal in the Cathedral of Egustine!" What a lucky civilian! ”

Commoners, many nobles who don't live up to this word were originally in awe of Augustus because he had received three Iron Oak Medals, but they immediately became indifferent and disdainful for a moment. Can a commoner, even if he gets more Iron Oak Medals, enter the circle of our nobility?

Aristocracy is not a world dominated by General Burnham!

Solit had a bright smile on the surface, but he sneered in his heart and looked at this group of noble children who looked amazed on the surface, but had already shown deep disdain and hatred for this Augustus in their hearts, "Stupid people have stupid effects, such as being cannon fodder, Augustus, I will let this group of wastes try the essence you have accumulated over the years!" ”

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Laughing and Pompey together, Augustus of the Titratan Hotel naturally wouldn't have thought that a guy who had hated him for a long time had already begun to plot a provocation against him, but even if Augustus knew about it, he would laugh it off.

Alder Castle? In Augustus's eyes, only Raphael, the Bishop of Alder, and the Lord of Alder needed him to maintain his behavior, and the other nobles who behaved in front of Ergat, the Lord of Alder City, were not enough to frighten him.

The more than 200 knights of the Warrior Knights were enough for Augustus to have this kind of speech. And with General Burnham's death-free gold medal, it is enough to make any nobleman who wants to move him weigh again.

Augustus smiled at Pompey, who had not seen each other for six years but still felt so cordial to himself, and had not stopped taking care of his aunt Carlos, who was the closest in the world for six years, even if Augustus was unwilling to admit it, but he had to admit that this seemingly trivial matter was enough to make Augustus look at the heir of the Gnaeus family differently.

Not everyone will notice some trivial details, not everyone will insist on watering the seeds that cannot see the results, and no nobleman will waste his precious time on an ordinary ordinary commoner woman without any appearance, but this young master Pompey did it, which is the most important reason why Augustus was moved to come to Titratan.

"I can imagine that my nobles have already begun to guess my identity, and I am afraid that the nobles' well-informed knowledge may have made it clear that I am the Augustus who left the city six years ago! Master Pompey, this is your credit! Walking into the familiar wing, Augustus looked at Pompey beside him with a smile and said.

Pompey smiled slightly, looked at Augustus with a confident expression, and said, "In my impression, Augustus will not do things that he is not sure of. Now that you have the courage to return to Alder City, are you afraid that the fallen nobles will dig up your identity? I don't believe it! ”

Augustus smiled slightly, and the indirect flattery of Pompey flashed in his mind, leaving no trace. found a comfortable position and sat down, and said with a smile: "Young Master Pompey, don't you call me, this will cause a gap in the conversation between us!" Now as in the past, you are a nobleman, and I am just a commoner! There is only interest between the nobles and the nobles, and is there still a luxury of friendship between the nobles and the commoners? ”

Pompey smiled slightly and said softly, "I believe that Augustus, when you return to St. Peter's City, you should be able to obtain a noble title!" After all, no one who has gone to Ferreljord can return to Noxus in such a comfortable and gorgeous way as you, no, like you! And it is said that Octavian, who was personally awarded the title of nobility by General Burnham at the same time as you in the Cathedral of Egustine, suffered a crushing defeat in the Kumon Forest, so that you have no reason to pick up the title of nobility that is at your fingertips! ”

Augustus smiled slightly, and didn't dwell too much on this issue! Glancing at Ge Taidong and Huo Nan, who followed him into the wing, he glanced at Jurimos who was standing behind Pompey, even if he looked at Pompey, the heir who was most promising to lead the Gnaeus family to glory, and said softly: "A nobleman is willing to use precious time to water a seed, which is enough for me Augustus to give this nobleman a satisfactory harvest!" Therefore, Master Pompey, I hope that today we can complete the deal we made six years ago, and the Pompey guy has gained the friendship of my Augustus, and all I Augustus want is that unclean sword! (To be continued.) )