Augustine returned to his study, took out a map of the northwestern part of Marceau County, and stared at the Flower Dew Territory adjacent to Black Swan Lake and the Estee Manor, which was the private garden of the Barbarian Greenspan, and the Asée Manor was the little canary of the Todd family, in terms of land area, the Flower Dew was four times the size of the Estée Manor, but the Barbarians had no intention of turning the Flower Dew into a cash cow, except for the Heart White Elephant Castle, there was not even a decent flower garden or vineyard.

Before being swept by the Cosmo, the Esther Manor was stationed in a knight order of 200 people because of the existence of a private arena, and the lowest-level cannon fodder knights under Augustine with only 90 people needed nearly 30,000 Caesar gold coins to create, and the gold coins needed to feed the mid-level knights of 200 people were by no means a simple multiplier of the number of people, which proved that Viscount Hebe's talent in making money was second only to him in seducing the noblewomen of Marceaushire.

Recently, Augustine has been thinking about setting up an underground arena by himself, Madame Fiona and Steward Louis gave Viscount Heber detailed slave trade channels, and Louis also has experience in taking care of the arena, the only problem is that the source of gladiators depends on the friendship between the arena and the Bounty Hunters Association, as long as this threshold problem is solved, Augustine is confident that the arena will be more bloody than Mississi, violent, and cruel, and it will definitely make the lords of Marceau County and even the imperial capital take out a lot of Caesar tickets.

The Empire ruled that regular knights and mages could not compete with each other, that they could not fight on religious holidays, that all these things that Mississii needed to cover up were easy on Augustine's side, and he was even able to make young nuns who were short of money and willing to earn money move through the arena halls as maids.

"It seems that the time has come to assimilate into the aristocratic society of Marceau. Augustine muttered to himself.

Hera returned from Alpha City, stood behind him, and reported the situation while kneading Augustine's shoulders: "30 children were selected, 8 intermediate knights, and 1 senior knight. Together with the materials needed for the horns, it cost a total of 42,000 Caesar coins. ”

"Do you want to return to the Saxon Forest?" asked Augustine suddenly.

The daughter of the great heretic Andrei slowed down her hand and did not answer.

"A huge circus has been organized against [Order] with members of your 'savior' hidden, and if you wish, I can join the circus and let you leave the castle of Synarch. Augustine said softly.

"It's not in your style. Hera said bitterly.

"To you, I always give kindness and measure beyond the level, Hera Boreifowl, you can't deny that fact. Augustine laughed.

"Although I choose to believe in the family loyalty of Rotonchild, you cannot ask me to betray the Saxon forest. Hera frowned.

"The female knight, who has fought for dignity for more than twenty years, wants to know a cruel truth?" Augustine sneered.

Hera was silent, for she might not be able to bear what could make this man cruel.

"Think about it, for nearly 20 years, the Saxon Forest, which has contributed an Iron Oak Medal and a dozen Yellow Sunflower War Medals to the Empire every year, looks like an object?" Augustine said calmly.

Hera was puzzled.

"Meat grinder. Augustine laughed, "But that's not the most ironing metaphor. ”

Hera's face turned pale.

Every inch of that vast soil was stained with the blood of the Knights of the Holy War and the Saxon heretics.

So the flowers there are always extraordinarily gorgeous.

"Ready, the biggest arena in the Empire. ”

Augustine pierced through the last layer of window paper, "Do you really think that the Saxon forest is tough enough to drag the imperial military machine for decades? It was my father and Prince Otis, and then His Majesty the Wise Emperor allowed it, because he needed a military empire capable of fighting the Titans, the son of the god of war, and the abundance of magicians alone was not enough to gain the upper hand, and what Emperor Justter wanted was a group of war-trained young knights to fight a knightly war of the same rank with the Titans. As long as you have systematically studied the number of participants in each holy war in the Empire, you know that every number has been carefully calculated by the professors of the Imperial Knight Academy. Saxon showed enough tenacity, and so, there appeared the fat man Reinhardey who sent you to my hell, the Viscount Powen of the Condy family, Nero of Pompeii, Constantine, one after another young hawkish war maniacs surfaced and appeared on the stage of the empire, if there was no holy war, without you and your servants, fools like Descartes, that fat man might still be molesting maids in the branch family of Rotonchild, and Nero, who had studied with me at the seminary of Maideola, might have really become a troubadour。 The Saxons worked so hard to bring a steady stream of fresh blood to the empire, and Julius the Great deserves to award your father the Grand Cross, the highest honor. I believe that every knight, warrior, and even child who has grown up in the Saxon forest has his own beliefs worth dying for, but when you, as a leader, think of this conspiracy, can you still make a generous declaration before every battle?

Hera's face welled up with tears.

Dripping on Augustine's shoulders.

She choked up, "Then you asked me to return to Saxon because you wanted to see a joke from a clown?"

Augustine didn't turn around, still staring at the map, without warm comfort, just laughing at himself, "Miss Hera, can you be a clown compared to me?"

The female knight slowly stopped crying with a strange expression.

Augustine said calmly: "Don't worry, there is no conspiracy to let you return to Saxon, but I think that if you are confined to the cage of Poetry, maybe in another 20 years, you will be just a big knight." When you chose to be loyal to Rotonchild over me personally, I had the idea that your battlefield should not be a gloomy Cosmo, but under the banner of jihad. You're not Quentin-Florence from an aristocratic background, and you might be able to play the role of a poet diplomat, dealing with the nobles of Marceau, and you're not Philip and Shirley. A knight who only leads less than a hundred scum knights and wastes his talent is destined to become a knight goddess who cannot be watched by everyone. ”

Hera said firmly, "Whether it is your conspiracy or not, I will be grateful for your decision today." ”

Rottonchild's fat viscount turned her into a plaything for the Imperial nobility's bidding, and eventually Rotonchild's head of the family put her back in the Saxons.

Are Bad Luck and Lady Luck slapping each other?

When Hera left her study, she didn't make an effort to think about the mystery, she always trusted her instincts.

Miss Elizabeth stood at the door and said with a sinister smile: "Augustine, you have raised lambs again, how many are these?"

Sheep?

Again, a technical term that only Augustine and she understood.

Augustine drew a circle with his pen on the white elephant castle on the map, and changed the subject: "There is a noble dinner in the Gallic manor tomorrow, are you interested in attending?"

She asked, "In what capacity are you present, master of the poet?" or a shabby priest. ”

Augustine replied, "Miss Alice's personal magic teacher, friend of the barbarian Greenspan. ”

She pursed her lips and said disdainfully: "Forget it, I will take care of the little boy and the little girl, they are about to have their first estrus period, and if they are lucky, the combination of the Nile white python and the black mamba king snake can give birth to a legendary two-headed golden viper." If I missed this opportunity, I would have to wait more than 200 years. ”

Augustine smiled, "Strive to have a few more." ”

She screamed, "The two-headed golden viper, that's the number one species in the wurm, what do you think it is, the suckling pig lying on the plate at the dinner party?"

Augustine put down the quill pen, spread his hands and said, "I apologize." ”