When the luxurious fleet of ships in the harbor of Green Patti set sail, a grand consul who had come out of the Black Swan Lake estate had reached the border of the county of Juan on foot, and he was not followed by any followers, like a headless fly, and walked around the Basilica of San Juste, the most religious in the county, which was open to the public until the end of evening prayers, but the humble visitor hid in the shadows of the library, sat on the floor and flipped through a copy of "The Skirt of the Goddess of Fate" by an ancient philosopher, also known as "The Paradox of Compensation" The doors of the church were closed, most of the clergy returned to their quarters to read the philosophical works of the scholastic, only a few high-ranking clergy were entitled to go to the aristocratic banquet salons outside the church, and the bishops, who were so noble that they did not need any supervision, could of course take devout female believers to the cathedral for the theological edification all night long. The founder of the Golden Scale, the 13th official official emblem of the Vatican in the Vatlantican, temporarily played the role of a tourist, gave the greatest understanding and tolerance to such blasphemy in the Holy See, which was almost overt in the Holy See, and the Church specified severe punishments involving carnal desires, such as being given oral sex once and confinement for three years, but the fact is that many bishops who are obsessed with child prostitution are happy to be sentenced to thirty years in one night.

"Little friar of St. Just, what kind of books are you reading?" a pleasant voice sounded above Augustine's head, very overhead, for the fellow who disturbed the archon was not standing, but sitting on the top of a bookshelf, dangling her feet, and because of the bending over, she was wearing a gown that exposed a large part of her chest. Not very fluent in the official language of the Empire.

It's a pity that Augustine ignored it, because in "The Skirt" saw an interesting argument in the hope that the young lady of the immortal would forgive her for her rudeness. The lady above her head who exuded a faint dark aura was just a low-level dependent who had just lost her way, who had just become the child of a young patriarch, and this kind of prey, I am afraid that only the low-level red gloves of the night watchman would be driven to hunt by a poor half-faith point. Blood, vampires, lecch, descendants of Judah, all words not found in the official canon are contemptuous of this race, but they naively think that eternal life is within reach, they like to call themselves immortals, and call humans small and fragile short-lived, simply as a source of food, and the Teutonic priests who guarded the darkness of the empire for forty years have said a very philosophical thing: this race is like a merchant who enters heaven after death like a camel through the eye of a needle, a shameful nouveau riche, but turns his head to despise the poor, forgetting his original identity。

She seemed to be annoyed by the silence of the young friar of the church of St. Just, as is the case with all species, and suddenly gaining extra strength, it was difficult to maintain respect and pity for the weak, and she jumped off the bookshelf and crouched in front of Augustine, her eyes resting on Augustine's neck, she was still just a "baby" who had not been in her first embrace for a long time , It is impossible to smell the breath of a human being like a powerful blood clan to determine whether the food is delicious or not, generally speaking, the papal monk, blood will always be more delicious and tempting than the commoners, her unfortunate parents said that the delicacy of this natural enemy presents an upward parabola, the group of bishops and archbishops located at the bottom of the valley, although the blood is conducive to the advancement of the immortal race, but the taste is really bad, it is simply disgusting, far inferior to the ordinary monk who has not been polluted by the society, in the eyes of this young lady of the immortal seed, this young priest who focuses on knowledge must not taste bad, her first suck is very precious, since she can't challenge the taste of those big people in the Holy See, anyway, you have to choose a clean one.

Augustine waited for a long time, seeing that she was still there hesitantly observing, he felt amused, and looked up and said, "My blood must not taste good." ”

The Immortal Seed Chick was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "You're not worried about your fate?"

For this reason, she deliberately opened her mouth slightly, revealing two still immature fangs, and solemnly declared: "I am an immortal who has attained eternal life! I will soon suck up your blood, poor little priest, do you know how much human blood weighs?!

Augustine smiled at the pale but beautiful face, and said: "According to common sense, blood accounts for eight percent of the weight of the human body, but the experienced lecch generally only selects one-eighth of the essence, which comes from the heart and the mind, respectively, and for the priests, there is also a special right hand for holding the book and drawing gestures, so this young lady of the immortal species, let me venture to guess, you seem to be an amateur when it comes to tasting red wine?"

She let out a sigh of amazement, thoughtful, and looked at Augustine with a suspicious expression, and asked, "And this statement? You didn't lie to me?"

Augustine nodded and said seriously, "I have never deceived such an honest young lady as you. ”

She was convinced, but she still pouted on the surface: "You are just a minor monk of St. Just, how can you know the secret of our immortal seed?

Accidentally mentioning the sacramental ministry that was like sunshine for the blood clan, she immediately regretted it, and snorted a few times and slapped herself lightly in the mouth.

Augustine didn't answer this shocking-sounding question, but asked with some curiosity: "The Gundehuus family led by Prince Quinn has never arranged any rank of dark lords in Juan County and Lusan County, miss, is your parent a courageous outsider?"

She was worthy of being an honest young lady, and sighed aggrievedly: "Brave? no, it's just a fool of the Xituo clan who can't help himself, after saving me from the family cemetery, saying that he needs a witness to watch him kill one of the presiding judges of your empire, testify for him, and become proof of his promotion to the earl of the family." It's a pity that I just entered Juan County, and I didn't even see the public enemy of the immortal race, so I was dragged into the sun by a few red gloves, fortunately, I sneaked out to buy a bestseller at the time, he and the two werewolf servants were killed together, I am grateful to that dwarf high priest of your empire, it was his "Reed of Thought" that saved me, and I must express my gratitude in person if I have the opportunity in the future!"

Augustine smiled, the Situo clan was once the favorite pet of the royal family of the White Rose Dynasty, and this pet, in turn, liked to raise werewolves, was recognized as the most undignified and cowardly race among the thirteen branches of the immortal race, and even the crazy Makavimo and the ugly Luo Sefei were not ashamed to be in company. This young lady, who has just been reborn, is really not too lucky. For young blood family members, it is too important to have a strong family backer, and without adequate protection, it is easy to die young. And the unlucky Viscount of the Xituo clan doesn't seem to be generous enough, and the vital feeding process after sucking blood is very stingy, and only gives this young lady a pitiful amount of power, not to mention the sun, even a slightly stronger light will make her skin burn.

Augustine because of the experience of the night watch, plus the dark servant of Dimet, has an understanding of the blood clan beyond imagination, if Dimmit wants to receive a dependant now, it can easily make it reach the earl-level immortal species after feeding, feeding back, it is a kind of high-level charity and return to the low, not being sucked by Lecch A mouthful of blood will make humans become terrible vampires, and too fragile body, often unable to withstand too much feedback, collapse and destroy on the spot, for example, in the case of Prince Dimmit, according to the principle, children can become dukes, but it is difficult to find such a superior container, unless the family member was a great knight with excellent physique during his lifetimeMoreover, there are many rules and regulations to follow for the creation of dependents, and the higher the level, the more cumbersome it is. The noble lady of the White Rose in front of her is really a delicate little flower, she can't withstand any wind and frost, she can travel through half of the Holy Empire to live to this day, she must be the goddess of life napping, or busy with the Olympia male gods

The love lingered.

The young lady seemed to have forgotten to draw Augustine's blood, and when she saw the book in his hand, she exclaimed, "I have read it, Priest St. Just, I am very learned, right?"

Augustine smiled and asked, "The question in the book: If the coin has been dealt face up five times in a row, is it more likely that it has been face up the sixth time?"

Miss Vampire, who was squatting next to Augustine, just wanted to take it for granted, but felt that there might be a trap in it, so she said tentatively: "Of course, maybe, maybe...... It's not!"

Augustine approvingly: "You are so knowledgeable. ”

The young lady was triumphant, and did not see the irony of the archon at all.

Augustine stood up and put back on the shelves the book The Skirt of Fate, which was a very niche book that often appears only in scholastic eloquence, but did not expect the surprise of the young lady's self-muttering to herself: "If the law of equality occurs by compensation, then of course the answer is yes, but I suppose that some special sacred objects have no memory, and the balance of fate is not premised on compensation, but by destruction." I listened to a conversation between my father and a Domingo monk, and my father asked, "What was God doing before the foundation of the world?" and the monk replied, "Hell is being prepared for those who ask such questions." Hehe, I'm skeptical, I think the old man must have been studying my favorite pure mathematics before the foundation of the world, and then the old man thought it might be a pleasant adjustment to do some applications. ”

She was just muttering in self-absorption.

In Augustine's ears, there was a special charm, and he even deliberately pondered these words for a few minutes, and the archon, who had intended to turn this young lady into ashes and dust without the slightest pain, dispelled the idea and said with a smile: "Young lady from afar, aren't you going to have a full meal?

She said with a bitter face: "I'm really hungry, but I feel that I should continue to keep my precious first suck." When you meet my prince, give it again. ”

She pulled out a crystal bottle containing blood and said proudly, "It's enough for me to last a month." ”

Augustine sighed that she was really a sensual girl full of romanticism.

But an uninvited guest interrupts the heartwarming conversation between the young human clergy and Miss Vampire.

He looked like a middle-aged man with an obscene image when he broke through the window, but normal human beings can't guarantee that his feet will not be damaged when he jumps from the window at a height of more than ten meters, the moonlight through the church glass spilled on the marble floor, and his body began to twist as he watched the young lady, his clothes were instantly torn, and a series of screeching sounds of bone collision were made, he was originally 160 centimeters tall or it became a dark creature up to two meters high and weighing three hundred pounds, and the green eyes were full of the desire of beasts, and the inferior wolf clan was never able to fully control their various bloody desires, such as tyrannical tearing apart the enemy's body, and there was a surging and hot sexual-assaultIt is said that the royal family of the White Rose is accustomed to the punishment of political opponents is to throw him or her into the cage where the low-level werewolf is, in this regard, it does not mind whether the other party is male or female, and, out of the natural hostility to the immortal species, the werewolf is most willing to pierce the body of the female blood clan with a huge gadget beyond the imagination limit under the crotch, this scene is also the most favorite picture of the perverted royal family of the White Rose, and most of the bloody oil paintings of the werewolf vs. the blood clan that have been circulated are from the personal painters of the White Rose royal family.

The young lady, who seemed to sense the misery of fate, screamed, "You didn't die with your master?!

The werewolf who chose to hide for selfish desires laughed and said: "When I think of Miss Russell's pure body, I am reluctant to die, these days I can only hide in the stinky ditch of the underground water, if I can't find the cunning you, I will really go crazy, I miss you, don't you be moved?"

Miss Russell, the parents' irresponsible first embrace allowed her to ignore the holiness of the Holy See Library, but the werewolf who rushed into the church was completely aroused by the fanatical bestiality.

Miss Van Bus, who was completely unable to compete with the werewolf Van Buss in terms of strength, subconsciously stood in front of Augustine, subconsciously, probably because she felt that this hard-working human priest needed protection more than herself, and did not want him to be affected by the bad luck caused by herself.

But the priest's words almost made Miss Russell, who had always been optimistic, cry: "Two mighty masters of the night, can I leave your battlefield?"

The werewolf on the verge of rampage whispered, "You don't want to appreciate my 'love' for Miss Russell, this is a scene that only the White Rose royal family is fortunate enough to see. But then, as the price of watching the show, I'll eat your head, limbs, torso, tsk, human brains, it's really sweet. ”

Augustine chuckled and said, "Are Tacitus's playthings so literary?"

Gently knock Miss Russell.

Augustine, who had never had much patience with heresy, asked, "Have you ever heard of Berkeley the Werewolf?"

When the young priest was questioning, the werewolf Van Bass was shocked to find that he couldn't move, to be precise, like a puppet, he lifted his left paw, inserted it into his abdomen, took out a string of intestines, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew, click, click, in the ethereal church library, unusually crisp.

Berkeley.

A grumpy man who had defeated Prince Tacitus's immortal species, a powerful werewolf who had violated countless Tacitus females, was the idol of Van Bas, and sadly, Berkeley, who was invincible in his mind, died in the battle of Kepler's gallows, and heard that he was driven by a human butcher with red gloves with shamanism to devour himself, and finally had a head left.

The werewolf, whose mouth was stuffed with his own body parts, wailed in pain: "You are Augustine, Kepler's gallows!"

The space of the library is frozen in arcane art, and the outside world will not realize that the wonderful one-man show here is self-harming.

Augustine snapped his fingers and smiled, "Bingo!"

It doesn't take long for the feast to end.

Augustine used a small gathering of fire elementals to destroy a man-wolf head and a pool of blood. He took out a copy of the Holy See book from the bookshelf and put it in the hand of the Immortal Lady, squatted down and reached out to pat Miss Russell's beautiful cheek, and when she slowly woke up, she explained: " The werewolf was careless, and attracted the pursuit of the church knights, you are lucky, this book hides your nobility as an immortal, and I explained to a bishop that you are just a noble lady who reads selflessly in a sea of knowledge, and they do not doubt your identity, but I think it would be better for you to leave St. Just sooner, otherwise you will be exposed tomorrow when the Red Gloves come to question. ”

Miss Russell, who was in a daze, complained, "I can only stay in St. Just, the outside world is too dangerous, there are disgusting Van Buss, and the ghosts of the Night Watch." ”

Augustine laughed and said, "Then if you only stay in St. Just, how can you find your prince in a month?"

She exasperated, "How do I know?" ”

Augustine proposed, "I'm going to a place where it's safer." ”

She puffed out her cheeks and said angrily: "I don't believe in a coward who puts down the lady and just wants to escape from the battlefield!"

Augustine protested, "Don't forget, I just helped you disguise your identity, otherwise you would have been a gift to the night watchman in St. Just's Cathedral." ”

The young lady was thinking very seriously.

Eventually, she decided it would be wiser to leave St. Just and go to a supposedly safer place with a cowardly priest. Anyway, you won't be able to meet a prince here, so if you go for a walk, you might have good luck.

It was only when she vaguely saw the golden tripod of a towering church in a forest path that she immediately regretted it, and my God, no matter how shallow and ignorant she was, she knew the most striking golden sign of the Church of the Night Watch Confession. She tried to escape, but was stopped by the priest with a smile, no matter how much she punched and kicked, and even used a less ladylike bite, she could not break free, and finally she sat on the ground and cried, her prince was gone, the ideal of using the advantage of the immortal seed to read one classic book after another was gone, the world was so dark, the goddess of fate was so eccentric, Miss Russell was crying so much, not caring whether such sadness would lead to the death of the night watchman. She hates this guy who kidnaps the lady next to her!

What stopped Miss Russell from crying was a horde of horrible ghosts that appeared on the trail.

Six black-robed and twelve red gloves.

Depending on the situation, it is still a group of high-level red gloves with no low status, and any one of them is enough to kill Miss Russell countless times.

She thought desperately: "If you haven't experienced it for the first time, you will be dragged into the rising sun tomorrow? I should have known that I should not have let go of this St. Just monk next to me in the first place, and I have not yet passed half of my family!"

Augustine comforted, "Don't worry, those are my friends. ”

She would rather believe that Van Bass had the chivalry to hoe the strong and help the weak, than that the sacramental demons would be his friends.

Augustine walked over, patted the shoulder of the leading brawny man, and said a few words that Miss Russell had pricked up her ears but could not hear, and then the priest took her by the hand and walked unhindered through the forest into a rose garden where statues of countless angels were erected.

"Vice-Presiding, who is this kid?" asked a young red-gloved who had just entered the Night's Watch headquarters, not noticing that their presiding judge's body had stiffened like an iron plate.

Along with the deputy presiding judge, there were several old men with red gloves, and their faces were all twitching with bad hiding.

The deputy inquisitor named Albert is a powerful knight with the title of dragon lance, who has been in the night watch for more than 20 years, has participated in and led countless bloody battles, has seen many comrades leave, and has also helped many red glove rookies to take the position, because Albert, who has the same name as a dark giant of the night watch, is nicknamed Little Albert, for the average red glove, the deputy inquisitor is already a big man enough to look up, not to mention that Albert, who likes to wear a knight's attire, is worthy of his position, brave and good at fighting, and the low casualty rate of commanding battles and heresy operations has always been in front of the night watch, and some newcomers will be relieved when they hear that they accept the leadership of this vice inquisitorAfter all, the probability of survival will be much greater. The chief and deputy inquisitors are the critical point of the night watch, and further up, they can be called giants only if they are on the throne of the consuls, and the consuls of the general institutional departments are not considered dark giants, only the consuls like the evil dragon Ulise, who have accumulated more than 500 faith points, are the most amazing red gloves. It's just that this kind of king is too difficult to meet, and in the sacramental department, it is a hundred times more difficult than meeting the great heresy.

"Who is he?" said little Albert, grimacing, not knowing how to speak.

He wanted to curse, but he didn't dare, God knows if the grudge-holding butcher would turn back with a smile. As a dragon lancer who participated in the Battle of Kepler's Gallows and was still a leader, Albert Jr. witnessed the butcher who earned a lot of faith points but maintained the status of the most ordinary Red Glove kill six Red Gloves, a dozen Templars, a dozen priests of the Holy Spirit Hall in the rampage, as for the dark species, and those short-lived allies of the Papal Hall, there are even more, countless, at the end of the battle, Kepler erected more than two hundred tripods, and the characters crucified on them included almost all kinds of professions and warriors, even Albert Jr. crouched to the side and vomited, while the butcher with the torn robe just sat calmly under a tripodto repair a gold pocket watch.

In addition to Kepler's gallows, the Night's Watch higher-ups have received detailed information, a series of assassinations in the Titans, plus the feat of summoning a Mother Empress to destroy the entire harbor, and the record of killing the Knights of the Holy Coffin for the first time in ten years of the Titans, are all jokes of this "kid" just now.

The deputy chief judge patted the newcomer's red glove on the shoulder, and said in a heavy tone: "When you see this person in the future, stay away." ”

Angel Garden.

Miss Russell, who was very optimistic, immediately threw away the pessimism of entering the hinterland of the Night's Watch, and began to admire the statues of angels, both large and elaborate, and took the trouble to introduce the priest to the origin of each angel.

And the priest never forgets to flatter: "You are very knowledgeable." ”

When Miss Russell heard "You are so knowledgeable" about forty times, she finally met a human in the lonely garden.

It's a kid sitting on a bench in a daze.

She had a pair of beautiful and rare golden eyes, and she wanted to pinch the cheeks of the cute child, but was pulled by the priest.

Stopped, she depressedly asked, "Why?!"

Augustine said helplessly: "He's not my friend. ”

Miss Russell sulked, but she was sane, remembering that this was the center of the Night's Watch.

For the Sacramental Congregation of the Vatican in the Vatican, even the distant Western Continent knows its horror, not to mention that she comes from the White Rose, which borders the Holy Empire.

In the field of vision of the young lady of the immortal species, there came a guy who she felt was more princely than the prince in the girl's imagination, dressed in a white robe, with a slender figure, and a face as serene as an angel, simply an Olympian god with a vague gender, more handsome than the priest of St. Just beside her.

The child finally stopped being in a daze and stared at Augustine, but he was asking the teacher next to him, "Friend of the Night Watch?"

Augustine smiled at Miss Russell and suggested, "Three hundred paces to your left there is a famous statue of Gabriel, and you can admire the unique and subtle techniques of Archimedes, the greatest architect in the history of the White Rose." ”

Miss Russell reluctantly left, for there was something irresistible in the priest's eyes, but she did not forget to turn her head several times to look at the white-robed man and the little black cat squatting on his shoulder.

The white-robed god said calmly: "Menuhin, this is Augustine-Rotonchild, the archon of the order, and the master of the castle of Poetry. ”

The child's smiling face has a maturity that no adult can match, "That's Ulise's friend, our enemy?"

Augustine said with a look of grievance: "Dear new night watchman of the Empire, I am not an enemy of the night watch, and I still have the red gloves I got from Casa Dusk Castle. ”

Menuhin's teacher, Eden Gaia, sneered: "If I'm not mistaken, that pair of gloves was completely damaged during the Battle of Kepler. ”

The child smiled brightly and said, "What an honest archon. ”

Augustine accepted the compliment without any embarrassment.

The young Imperial New Night's Watch tilted his head and asked innocently, "Is this beloved archon here to enforce your supreme prosecutorial power?"

Augustine shook his head as a matter of course, "I have come to pay homage to the Teutonic priests, and you see, I have no servants with me except a lecch wanderer who knows nothing, and this is the only sincerity that a poor consul can bring to the table." ”

The child repeated the praise: "What an honest archon, Your Excellency." ”

Augustine hesitated, "I hope you will be able to approve Order's application, and for this reason, Order is willing to hand over the original manuscript of Ulise's Dead Sea Scrolls." ”

Menuhin smiled, "If you add a corpse of Ulise, I'll sign it." ”

Augustine sighed heavily, looking embarrassed.

Menuhin jumped off the bench, walked over to Augustine, held out his hand, and smiled, "Your name is Augustine? As for the application, I'll sign it as soon as you return to me the two things that belonged to the Night's Watch, Ulise and the original, which belonged to the Night's Watch. Let's go, I'll show you the newest statues in the garden, including St. Urban. ”

Eden Gaia followed behind this magical combination, and the distance was subtle.

They met the absent-minded Miss Russell, the immortal baby who had somehow come to the heart of the Night's Watch, the lowest family member, which was a fact that defied common sense and exceeded imagination, and the Angel Garden had not stepped on the footsteps of the Bloods for a hundred years. It cannot be denied that the self-proclaimed blood clan of the immortal race, in ancient times, was indeed the only ruler who "ruled the sun and the starry sky" according to the records of the dark historical books, but that was only the luck of the first three generations of Judah's darlings, with the arrival of the divine punishment created by the legendary dragon and angels, the taboo word "Jehader" in later generations - referring to the three generations of the former blood clan such as "ice cubes under the scorching sun" were collectively wiped out, ushering in the short silver age of the immortal race, and was soon destroyed by the angels on the land- Humans hunted down until the numbers withered, and finally the founders of the Bronze Age, Prince Quinn's generation, had to sign the disgraceful "Crescent Commandment" with humans, and formulated a unilateral harsh precept against the immortals, far stricter and more detailed than the Moses precepts signed by contemporaries of humans and dragons, the scope of the territory of the higher blood clans, the maintenance of descendants, and the transfer of all holy relics, were clearly stipulated, and even the noblest holy places are still painted as forbidden areas by the Golden Island and the Sun God Altar Circle. Especially in a country like the Holy Empire, which has an unspeakable hatred for the immortal race, even Prince Quinn, who is old enough to rival the Empire, cannot travel without permission, and every time he participates in the Council of Judah, he must submit a letter of approval to the Vatlantican Holy See.

Augustine knew nothing about Menuhin, but he could clearly perceive several dangers hiding behind the scenes not far away, half from the "children" in Ulise's mouth, the freaks of Lucifer's lab, and an old but powerful unknown Juggernaut. So being held by the child's hand, Augustine did not show any impatience, not to mention that the new group of statues in the Garden of Angels was very much in line with his discerning aesthetic, especially the St. Urban, which was closer to the real St. Urban than the Edward's Chapel.

Menuhin, who seemed carefree, pointed at Miss Russell and asked softly, "Augustine, which family does this little reptile come from?"

Augustine replied, "Tacitus of the White Rose." ”

The child crossed his fingers and counted them one by one, "Tacitus who is treated like a human doll, Gondelsius who is more flattering than the petty nobles in our empire, Makawemo who is deranged, Covanni who makes money more than everything, Nosefei who is cursed by the goddess of life, Byron the clown who pretends to be the clown, Van Zhuo who is most like a human but is not good at fighting, Mora who believes in God and seeks the 'salvation of non-existence', Tsmich who is scarcer than a dragon, Hittai who is the most distant and mysterious, and what about three? ”

Augustine had to take the topic and explain, "And the Temoriel, the youngest race, has now been taken over by the characters who were human dark magicians and alchemists who fell in pursuit of the eternal night. Ossar, the most bloodthirsty of the Rapid Rank by sucking the blood of the elders, their purpose of existence is to become the Golden Age Elder, the original True Ancestor, Jehader, because they feel that this way is the only way to reach Heaven. The last one is Setus, once known as going from one throne to another, but was wiped out by 11 races, depriving vampires of their chance to rule the sun. ”

Augustine didn't turn around, and smiled: "These, you should ask the one behind you, you can get a more vivid and interesting story than me." ”

Menuhin groaned and let go of Augustine's hand.

Augustine whispered, "I should go back." ”

The child said childishly: "Welcome again." ”

Augustine bowed slightly, then waved goodbye, not forgetting to bring Miss Russell, who did not know whether to live or die.

When Augustine left the Angel Garden, Menuhin smiled and said, "Ah, teacher, I forgot the farewell ceremony, it's very rude, what should I do?"

Eden Gaia smiled, "And who does Menuhin want to go?"

The child hesitated, shook his head, and said, "Forget it." ”

This time it was Edengaia's turn to wonder, "Huh?"

Menuhin whispered: "I only told the teacher that this Augustine, his world, is interesting. ”

Eden Gaia was even more surprised.

The child tilted his head and looked at the night sky, "like a dragon's sky." ”