Many of the middle class members of Marceau County suddenly heard an uncomfortable voice, looked up, and saw a young man dressed shabbyly, the priest, if it weren't for a woman of rare figure standing beside him, they would have turned their eyes away at the first place, and turned a blind eye to this stranger who was a big sight. The man, who couldn't tell the title and background, smiled: "I just got lucky and made a small profit, and in a few months, I will be able to double it again." ”

"Oh, how many Caesars?" sneered the fat man, who had lost 5,000 gold coins.

"12 silver Bourbon coins, doubled, that's 24. The man laughed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled, and they all sighed that the woman next to the young man was blind and in the company of such a poor bastard. Some had already begun to calculate whether they would be able to lure her into their big bed for some gold. They weren't the most important companions of the Condit family, but they could occupy a well-lit corner of the hall, near the bookshelves, and it was an obvious sign of identity for them, knowing that there were many people who didn't have a seat in the Forest Villa.

The silent Lady Quentin suddenly felt a pang of sorrow, partly because she might have to get used to being regarded as someone's private pet for the rest of her life, and partly for the comical nature of this seemingly noble group of second- and third-tier figures of Marceau.

Do these fools know who they're talking to?

Once, in a casual conversation, a man was in a good mood and told Mrs. Quentin a joke that when he left the Claugh family mansion in Jupiter, he made a bet with the old family owner according to the rules of the Grizzly Bear market, and the initial bet was a Bourbon silver coin, and after a month the order did not die, the old master Pollock would lose to him 2 coins, 6 coins in 3 months, and 12 coins in half a year, and double it again after a year.

24 Bourbon silver coins are nothing but a notionary amount in the eyes of any minor nobleman of the Empire.

But don't forget, whose pocket this money came from.

Pollocke, the "vampire count" of the Clough family, who came back after more than 20 years of penance at the Mederaola seminary, is one of the most evil representatives of the old generation of nobles in the imperial capital, his darkness is a legendary color with the arrogance of the Pompeii family, Windsor, Croft, Pompeii, these are the real families of Jupiter City, the real magnates of the Holy Empire. And the old man, who claimed to have played with all kinds of noble ladies in various countries and even elven elven elders, recognized a private priest in the mountaintop confessional of Maidaiola in his later years. This unusually young priest solved the problem that had plagued him all his life, so that he finally willingly gave up the arrogant demand that "the Lord himself stretch out his hand to reveal himself and speak to me", and it was precisely because of the difficulties of this veteran politician in the cloak of a mad old man that Augustine helped the godfather Iyeta complete the final link of the "Teachings". It is said that the Germanic Marquis of Greenspan had always admired the same type of "vampire count", praising the old man as a true statesman of the Empire. And the reply of the old master of Clough was to fuck the politician, I am a believer, a devout person with a noble and knowledgeable personal priest.

Augustine already has 12 silver bourbon coins in his hands.

Each one signifies the loyalty of 10 high-ranking knights of the Clough family.

It was his secret agreement with the old man.

You see, what a warm relationship between a young but ambitious priest and an old penitent who refuses to rest.

The Lori butler who was tinkering in the "honey" nest of the Castle of Stangel once asked Augustine how many "lambs" he had raised, Augustine did not answer, but Miss Elizabeth currently learned that there were already 4 heads during the night watch, plus Miss Hera, the Saxon knight goddess who was about to be free-ranged, there were already five hole cards that had not been revealed, and these cards may not be smaller than the golden puppet raised by the "Vulcan saliva" in the future. It is possible to die at any time, in fact, as long as the Lion King Thousand Knights of the Todd family comes with a wave that does not take into account the impact of casualties, the fourth institution of the ruling office under the castle of Sina Ge will not be able to withstand the destruction at this stage, and the aura of protection of Emperor Jupiter is fading little by little, fortunately, Shi Nege is also growing rapidly.

Augustin and Lady Quentin were dressed very differently today than they had when they went to the Mississippi Arena, and because they were deliberately low-key, many of the noble lords who sent the confession with trembling hands did not recognize the Grand Consul who had blown up the head of the Minotaur Chieftain with his own hands.

Augustine was not angry with this group of rich people who used him as an after-dinner entertainment and conversation, just like he himself used to like to be with Young Master Nero, who was also the godfather's godson, plus the current student of the Abbot of the Abbey of Maidaiora, the magician York, to discuss who is more beautiful between the little princess of the empire and the princess Barbara of the Titans, which is a common problem of all nobles on the continent, not only humans, but also Lecch, werewolves, and all the races that occupy high positions in the Muse continent.

"Augustine. Alice was at last busy, although she did not have the sleek communication of the old nobles, but she had been educated as an excellent family ceremonial officer since she was a child, and the basic entertainment was not difficult for her, and besides, the title of barbarian heir was enough to make it relatively easy for this beautiful young lady, who did not like politics and only liked to study military affairs on paper and chessboard, and she ran to Augustine with a small floral skirt skirt that was far lighter than many ladies and ladies in the hall, and greeted Augustine with a charming smile.

She didn't have this splendor when she was chatting with the most brilliant heir of the Condi family upstairs, which made the noble knight who walked on the spiral staircase and saw this scene frown, turned his head and whispered to the butler beside him, and after getting the answer, the knight who only wore two medals on his chest narrowed his eyes and slowed down. She is the heart and soul of the barbarian, he is the unmistakable future head of the Condi family, behind her is the feared nouveau riche, the upstart who can compete with the major old families in the imperial capital, and behind him is a long family tree, a long family tree, a long list of administrative governors, court tax collectors, barbarians need heritage, old Condi needs fresh energy, and in the eyes of anyone, he and she are the most suitable couples, husbands and wives, and allies in Marceau. He, Viscount Powen, had cultivated in the Saxon Woods the habit of torturing his enemies to death bit by bit, and no doubt any character who stood in the way of his acquisition of Greenspan's huge dowry was an enemy.

"Sir Hank, who lost five thousand Caesars, your confession is still on my desk. It seems that there is one crucial missing piece of your confession, and you seem to be hoping that a 'little person' of the sacrament ministry will not survive this year. Augustine smiled at the fat nobleman.

The fat man finally remembered that this obnoxious but familiar young man was the giant of the Sacrament Ministry, a character who was destined to die within 3 months of his bet.

"Miss Alice, the banquet is almost over, you leave first, and I will go back to Black Swan Lake by myself. Augustine said softly.

Miss Alice obediently left the hall, and the old butler Asa, worried, looked at Viscount Bowen on the stairs, and gently withdrew his gaze, sighing in his heart, the old man only hoped that the "friendly" neighbor who had cut off the head of the son of the Marquis of Todd would not make another bloody fuss.

It's a pity that Augustine disappointed the old butler.

When leaving the Bird of Paradise Villa, the body of Sir Fat was hung on an angelic statue in the center of the fountain, and the blood flowed, which was quickly diluted by the spring water.

He was stabbed in the neck by Lady Quentin, whose glamorous level was proportional to his assassination skills, and then dragged him out of the hall and thrown him onto the angelic sculpture.

The lady was a top assassin just a few steps away from the hunter's house, and her murderous methods were full of artistic tension, bloody, but not brutal, and even had an aesthetic that inspired the nearby bards. War produces soldiers, and the most talented and soulful poets. This quote is the famous quote of the most famous bard in the epic continent.

And the coldness of the scene, and the posture of the murderer, Mrs. Quentin, happen to be another visual impact.

The entire estate was in a state of boiling panic.

Once again, the Condi family, known for their mildness, showed unimaginable restraint.

Even Viscount Bowen, who wore the Iron Oak Medal and the Forest Star insignia, did not show up.