Chapter 77 Who Can Give Me Glory Again?

"Augustus? Did that guy finally get out of St. Peter's City? Looking at the long procession of knights in the street, a shrill voice sounded from a very luxurious golden carriage without any disguised contempt.

Anyone can tell from words that this man is very proud, but no one can deny that this man has the capital of pride, and the very obvious sunflower emblem on the window of that very luxurious carriage alone proves that the young man sitting high in the carriage is qualified to run rampant in St. Peter's City, where the nobility of Noxus gathers.

The sunflower, the emblem of the Bacon family coat of arms.

"Leave, Holman, there is really nothing for a little Augustus to waste our precious time on the Bacon family, and visiting the old nobleman who is about to attend the round table is what we should do now!" The cold and arrogant voice sounded again, but instead of talking about the magnificent knight troops that had gone away, he said coldly to the people in the carriage who were also the bad sign of the sun on his side.

Holman? That's one of the best young men in the Bacon family! Holman Bacon was in such a prominent position in the Bacon family that the name of the young man who could speak to Holman Bacon in such a tone was already being called.

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"The pious or hypocritically masked saints, the righteous knights, the gluttonous or upright politicians, the treacherous or the hypocritical or benevolent nobles, all these seem to have gone away from me as the majestic castle is gone??" On a huge carriage that didn't look particularly luxurious, but was guarded by four imposing guards dressed in the armor of orthodox knights, a man with a big smile on his face stood on the carriage and looked up at the majestic city that had faded away, and whispered.

Anyone has to admit that this is a young knight who will be infatuated by anyone who sees him, and this is definitely the dream lover chuang of many noblewomen in St. Peter's city hope for.

Strong and elegant. This is not the man that many noble ladies with insufficient desire want, and the young man in front of him seems to have both the elegance of an aristocratic gentleman and the strength and strength of a knight.

"Augustus, it's hard to imagine how you can get the favor of General Burnham, who is known as the first wise man of your Noxian Empire, a lazy and scruffy knight, a cowardly politician who wants to stay away from the political fighting spirit of the magnates. You are still alive until now, and I have to say that the gods take you too seriously! The tone was sharp and the voice was cold, and it was not difficult to guess that the woman who said this had a very deep prejudice against Augustus, so her words were as sharp as a blade.

Exasperation? Augustus, who had long been accustomed to the sharp and mean words of the woman in the carriage behind him, did not mind the words of this woman with cold words and piercing words like a hammer, if he paid attention, Augustus felt that he would have been angry to death I don't know how many times.

"It was beyond Augustus's expectation that an excellent swordsman born into the Laurent family, who had no political acumen and only had a strong dueling skill, also had such a strong interest in politics! But have we forgotten the most important sentence of our dear Miss Fiona? A political whirlpool that does not get benefits is like a beautiful woman lying on the chuang without Chiluo. If we don't get anything cheap, how can we take care of him? There was a lot of playfulness and ridicule in his words.

To deal with this youngest and even the most outstanding heir of the clumsy Laurent family, Augustus had tens of thousands of ways to deal with it easily. And every casual word was enough to make this Miss Fiona speechless, no, now this Miss Fiona, who was not afraid of death, could only hold the sword in her hand at this moment, and was silent.

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"Dealing with a beautiful lady in such a despicable way is not what Young Master Augustus has always done!" Just as Fiona, the heir to the Laurent family, who was proud and arrogant in Augustus, was silent under his words, an old voice sounded in his carriage.

Augustus was slightly stunned. Then he laughed and said, "The Aristotelian magician, who was immersed in the wizarding world, actually came out of the obscure and mysterious wizarding world and cared about the mundane world that does not cause dust for magicians. What a rarity! ”

"Master Augustus, I have never forgotten that now the object of my allegiance as a mage is only you!" The vicissitudes of Aristotle's voice rang in Augustus' ears.

Authentic? Or is it a lie? Augustus was not willing to judge with short words and one-sided answers! It was absolutely difficult for Augustus to believe in a person, and for Augustus to believe in a person forever is equivalent to a god coming into the world. It is as difficult as the boundless saint to illuminate the earth, and it is simply a non-existent thing.

"Mr. Aristotle, whether a merchant or a nobleman, valued profit, if he had no effect, why should I buy him at the auction house of the Finn Slave Exchange? Is it just a joke! Hehe. I, Augustus, would never make such a boring joke! "Just for Fiona, Augustus never thought that for this magician who was dedicated to studying magic, Augustus did not take the face of a politician, but faced it with the most real and reddish face and words.

Elegant and beautiful words may be useful to commoners or cunning nobles, but they are the greatest insult to a magician who has been immersed in the mysteries of the wizarding world for ten years. Augustus did not forget what Francide taught him.

The wizarding world is deep and obscure, like a rugged road with no light in sight, full of dangerous mechanisms. Magicians, who have long been tired of this kind of dangerous rugged darkness, have a kind of uncommon liking and understanding for straightforwardness and simplicity!

Except for some clergy who wander around the elite and the Holy See and have the status of noble magicians but also have the status of devout believers, the other magicians who are struggling to pursue magic in deserted magic towers or rarely visited mountains and swamps have a very serious preference for straightforwardness and simplicity.

Fransted was just an ordinary nobleman, but in Augustus's eyes, he had been promoted to the same level of importance as the sixth knight of the Empire, Gouliglan.

Gulliglan taught him the skills of knighthood, and Fransted spent his life teaching him how to survive and move between nobles, commoners, magicians, and knights!

Fransted? Occasionally, when the name comes to mind, Augustus' eyes always become extraordinarily deep. The sadness in his eyes flashed, and Augustus suddenly had a very pleasant smile on his face, gently lifted the white curtain, and looked at Aristotle, who was sitting cross-legged on the left side of the carriage, and said softly: "How can you use money and power to bind a noble and noble magician?" In their eyes, these things are nothing more than dust that can be brushed off the magic robes at any moment! Dear Aristotelian magician, I have no money for you to squander, no reason for you to meet any requirements, I have only a tedious, serious, almost demanding request, and all these things will be displayed to you in the vast and desolate territory of Ferreljord! ”

Aristotle slowly opened his eyes, looked at Augustus, and said, "Can I refuse?" ”

Augustus smiled and nodded, pulled out a scimitar from his waist, went directly to Aristotle, and laughed softly: "For a magician who gives up climbing on the path of magic, although I disdain, I always have mercy!" Mr. Aristotle, what is your choice? ”

The scimitar was stuck in the carriage, Aristotle looked at the scimitar that could definitely cut off his head with a single knife, and his eyes that were originally slightly joking immediately became solemn, and he found that he seemed to have forgotten one thing, this young man with an extraordinary desire and request for magic was an iron-blooded knight who had won three Iron Oak Medals in General Burnham's holy war against the continent of Valoran, the iron-blooded general!

What is the difference between a magician who wants not to give and a pile of headless corpses in the eyes of such a predator-knight?

Arrogance, ruthlessness, and cruelty are the true essence of this young master Augustus. Aristotle took a deep breath, bent down his rickety body, and with a sloppy face with a solemn look that was rarely seen in his usual hands, he held the scimitar that could be regarded as a blockbuster item even at the auction of the Dolan Exchange in St. Peter's Castle and handed it to Augustus, and said: "Young Master Augustus, I can't refuse your invitation!" ”

Augustus smiled slightly, and turned his head away from the magician who had surrendered in his mouth, but had many different thoughts in his heart.

A magician whose strength has been sealed? Oh, this may not be a waste in the eyes of Augustus, but it is just a waste in the eyes of others! Aristotle, you are a clever waste, which is why you have not met the magical gods of your dreams.

Augustus had a warm smile on his face, but he was thinking about things that did not match the warm smile on his face.

Glancing casually at the vast team, there were only two and a half people in this team who really cared about him! Cana is half of it, and the proud but declining heir to the Laurent family can only be counted half.

As for the rest, it's just a discarded guy!

"Fereljord, hehe, who can give me glory when I appear there? Who is eligible? A deep voice echoed softly outside St. Peter's city.

Freeljord, remembering the desolate permafrost tundra, a smile appeared on Augustus' face that had dispelled the dark aura of the conversation he had just had with Aristotle. (To be continued.) )