Chapter 7: Dominating Destiny

Sein grinned happily with a mouth big enough to swallow a dozen duck eggs in one bite. Sweeping a serious book, the pious look on his face attracted the nobles present couldn't help but laugh at Augustus, who looked honest and even stupid, and in fact had a higher IQ than ordinary people, Sain was full of slander.

"Hunted down? Augustus, who took the conquest of the goddess as his own responsibility, and the woman's fate changed surprisingly? Will the guy be hunted down? No kidding! Even if I believe that the gods have descended to earth at this moment, I don't believe in Augustus's change? The state will be hunted down! ”

Sein, who has long been accustomed to Augustus's more professional performances than veteran politicians, and the level of speech that can turn big things into small things over time, doesn't believe that Augustus is going to be killed? Kekao? Miss Caterina chased after the sky and had no way to enter the ground, and in the end there was only a sad realm of escaping over the wall, although Caterina was known as the military soul of the Noxian Empire? The daughter of General Kekao, a powerful woman admired by thousands of soldiers in the army, but Sain thinks that this woman Catalina, who is so powerful that even the sixth-ranked Knights of Glory look up to her, meets him, the boss Augustus, and only if she is conquered by Augustus, where will she be hunted down and killed, and there is no way to enter the earth!

"Another Imperial Golden Flower is about to fall!" Looking at Augustus, who was standing in the power of Noxus, General Burnham, was talking eloquently, Sean admired and envied with jealousy, and sighed sourly in his heart.

Then, naturally, as the big man of Sain expected, Augustus used his witty and self-deprecating apology to directly mention the lateness, and the big thing turned into a small thing.

The look in Augustus' eyes was distinctly different from the look of the group of people who stood at the top of Noxus. If at first Burnham? Darkwell was willing to be a green leaf to set off Augustus, a red flower, so that this group of nobles, celebrities, and saints who could stir up Noxus with just a word attracted the attention of the Holy See saints, so with Augustus's words, a series of behaviors, these nobles and celebrities who were originally only interested in Augustus and the people in power of the Holy See paid attention to Augustus.

Even if there was a lot of water in Augustus's words just now. But even a half-discount is enough to make their group of nobles jealous. Katerina? Isn't that the Imperial Army's Soul Du? The jewel of General Quekao's palm? Chased by Miss Caterina to the sky and no way to the ground? This relationship is enough to make this group of cautious and thoughtful nobles worth thinking again.

Although Sain's mind is good, as a simple-minded and well-developed military representative, how can he know the twists and turns?

In this ceremony, many big names came to the Eugustín Cathedral. In addition to the public officials of the Holy See, all the nobles in the Council Chamber have at least the title of viscount, and those young nobles who only have knights and barons have no chance to enter the Council Hall full of majesty and sacredness.

Among the three hundred or so, Cardinal Archbishop Haige Yasu, the only one who came from the Holy See, was naturally a well-deserved big man. And Burnham? Duckwell, Secretary of State Hegelst, and Commodoro, the head of the Bacon family, who has been standing in Noxus for 500 years? Bacon, the newly rising aristocratic Solaot family, etc., who have risen to the sky in the past two hundred years, these top groups of people who can make Noxus shake and tumble with a single sentence, have pushed this award ceremony to an unprecedented height.

Known for his violent temper, Burnham finally did not seize Augustus' third Iron Oak Medal, and finally under the Holy See's sacred music "Alfran March", Augustus, Sain, Octavian, Slumford, Promedolan, Offet and others received the Iron Oak Medal that was enough to be the envy of anyone.

The award ceremony then ended. The nobles' best and favorite banquet also began at the moment of the end. Under the gorgeous crystal lamp, a nobleman and celebrity dressed elegantly walked into the Egustin Council Hall with light steps and dazzling temperament.

At this moment, Augustus, who have a heavy iron oak medal with gold and gems on their chests, are undoubtedly the best dance partners in the hearts of aristocratic ladies, the focus of attention. It's just that because of the majesty of General Burnham, no celebrity dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool and dare to go to Burnham's side to take away an elite with the Iron Oak Medal.

Burnham, who had never liked the strange aristocratic atmosphere, glanced at the nobles who had already been entertained, and slowly walked towards the door of the council chamber. Augustus handed the crystal glass full of precious red wine in his hand, which was about to celebrate the first Iron Oak Medal, to Sein, who was grabbing roast lamb and eating it deliciously. Behind Darkwell. Together, they walked towards the door of the council chamber.

Burnham, who was already the supreme head of Noxus, did not refuse.

The noble clergy who saw this scene raised Augustus' rank to another level. The aristocracy who knew Burnham's habits knew that this violent and eccentric ruler had always been a loner and never liked to be followed. So far, there are only seven or eight people who can walk with Burnham in close proximity. These seven or eight people were all people Burnham or people he respected or trusted.

Whichever type Augustus belonged to, it was enough to make the nobles pay attention to it and even impress.

Leaning half-on the huge white stone pillar in the council chamber that requires three people to hug together, Comodoro, the head of the Bacon family, who is recognized as one of the three major families in St. Peter's City in Noxus, squinted his eyes with a red wine glass, looked at the backs of Augustus and Burnham leaving, and whispered to the werewolf Duke Elkilo beside him: "Before the age of thirty, he broke into the center of Noxian power, and he was a civilian without any title, I remember that in the nearly 100-year history of Noxus, there is only one who revised the Law of Lyquegus of St. John's too. ”

The werewolf duke's body trembled. Looking up at the head of the Bacon family, Commodoro, he said calmly: "It is impossible for Noxus to have a second Lord St. John, and the aristocratic world order will not collapse a second time. ”

Comodoro smiled slightly and did not speak.

One hundred and forty years ago, a white priest entered the center of power in Noxus under the guidance of the aging Alexander the Great, and finally this priest spent fifty years compiling two books that have been circulated in Valoran to this day: the Apocalypse of Light and the One Hundred and Thirty-One Laws and Regulations.

The former, "The Apocalypse of Light", made this obscurity. The white-clothed priest who had devoted himself to the Holy See for nearly 80 years leapt to become the most transcendent existence of the Holy See, and was posthumously canonized.

The latter book was handed over to the two giant families of Noxus, Rotonchild and Conderstein, after the book "The Revelation of Light" written by this ordinary white-clothed priest was officially published by the Holy See and spread throughout the Valoran continent. Walking on the road of blood and about to ascend to Burnham, the supreme authority of Noxus? Darkwell, and then Burnham really took control of Noxus, he traded the "One Hundred and Thirty-One Law Regulations" to the Supreme Ministry of Justice, which is considered by jurists to be the culmination of Noxian law, and finally made the law that the world order of the Noxian aristocracy collapsed after a bloody battle between open and dark.

Hitherto. Nearly a hundred years have passed, and St. John, who has been consecrated by the Byzantian Holy See, are nightmares that the nobility can never forget.

The head of the Bacon family, who has always stood tall in Noxian politics, Commodoro? Bacon compared Augustus to John, who almost collapsed the world order of the Noxian aristocracy more than a hundred years ago, showing how much importance he attached to Augustus. Today's sharpness is also destined to be the road of Augustus will be targeted by a group of shrewd and iron-blooded nobles, and the road is destined to be not smooth.

In the hallway outside the chamber.

The old man, who has really held the power of Noxus in his hands for more than 40 years, and has been in Noxus for nearly a hundred years, walked calmly and low-key, walking in the corridor, following Augustus, looking at the back of this great man in front of him who may need to spend a lifetime chasing but may not be able to catch up, without any jealousy in his heart. The expression was solemn and respectful.

"Augustus, what are your dreams?" On the way, the old man, who could cause Noxus to shake by stomping his feet, spoke without warning, and walked forward calmly and steadily.

Augustus was stunned for a moment, then took a few quick steps forward, kept up with the old man's pace, and groaned for a moment. "When I chose to become a knight, my dream was to conquer a back that I could only look up to, and I hoped to use my life to chase her back," he said. Then conquer her, strip her naked, take off her sacred mask, and lie in my arms and call me a husband. ”

Burnham's footsteps slowed a little, but he didn't stop, and his face was calm. Apparently he had heard from Augustus more than once such vulgar words that did not fit his nobility.

"Can you conquer her? Augustus. "At the end of the hallway. Standing on a square brick painted with magnolia flowers, Burnham looked at Augustus with a serious face and said.

Augustus shook his head with a wry smile, shrugged his shoulders, and sighed, "She is already a woman who is almost comparable to a god standing on the peak of the Valoran continent, and I am just a figure she inadvertently glimpsed while resting. I want to conquer such a woman. If the goddess of luck does not throw a few flattering eyes at me in succession, and the goddess of love does not shoot a few arrows of love at her, my strength cannot be compared with her, and it is simply a fantasy to conquer her. ”

A rare smile appeared on Burnham's face, which was labeled with cold and harsh labels, and he reached out and patted Augustus on the shoulder, and sighed, "It was a very difficult thing to hear you describe it. Augustus, do you want to give up? ”

Augustus shook his head: "Maybe in the future, but not now!" ”

The old man didn't say anything, just nodded, and said that you are the protagonist in today's council room, go back. With that, the old man, who had been in the political arena, walked alone through the gates of the Cathedral of Eugustin.

Augustus took a few steps and stopped, turned around, and a sound of vicissitudes reached Augustus's ears.

"Augustus, give you a piece of advice! The woman in your mouth is too ethereal, she is already standing at the top of the Valoran continent, and it is impossible for you, a person who is still cautiously walking at the foot of the mountain, to see his traces, such a dream is too easy to make people lose confidence! Instead of going to how to conquer the woman like a god, it is better to think about how to control your own destiny, maybe when you can already control your own destiny, the woman who needs you to look up all the time may be able to look directly at you as equals! ”

Standing at the gate, Burnham waved his hand and smiled brightly, like the sun in the sky, dazzling.

Standing in the hallway, looking at Burnham's back gradually disappearing from sight, he muttered to himself: "Your Excellency Burnham, my previous dream was to conquer the woman LeBlan, who would take a lifetime to chase. And after meeting you, I have to have one more dream, to spend a lifetime to catch up with your pace, even if it's the back! ”

Augustus bent down and bowed.

Spun around and walked towards the council chamber.

At this moment, a pair of eyes stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes. (To be continued.) )