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In the Empire, the Grand Knight can challenge any warrior who he deems not to conform to the spirit of chivalry, which is legal and highly respected by the Knight Guild, except for the mage and the Arcanist, and the latter two are also strictly forbidden to compete with each other in private, once discovered, they will be withdrawn from the officially recognized certificates and badges, because the mage is recognized as the most important and cherished "prince" of Emperor Jupit, so few people can see the wonderful performance of the mage on the battlefield, so when everyone "bathes" In the holy light, in addition to amazement, there is also fear.

Salvation.

It was a term reserved only for the High Inquisition, and no bishop dared to utter this sacred word on behalf of the Lord.

The brilliance faded slowly and solemnly like a tide.

The Clockwork Orange customers were finally able to open their eyes, and the young man who had performed miracles as soon as he appeared was still standing in front of Hera Bolsefler, but he had pulled out the mysterious staff that had been mistaken for an inferior black crystal ball at the apex, and in the eyes of everyone was a burly man paralyzed on the marble floor, losing most signs of life, only occasionally twitching, and the most striking long golden hair was almost completely "lighted" It burned clean, and the most shocking thing was that there was still a red magic ball left over the loser's head, as if the young magician's hand could blow the head of the Helen kitten if he pressed it down slightly.

Augustine raised his head again and looked at the noble young master of the Helen family, a little unexpected, the thin and handsome young man upstairs who was more interested in some of the old nobles of the imperial capital than the plump noblewoman had a deformed taste, and there was still a smile on his face, it was not a big family that had been inherited for more than three generations, and he could not cultivate such a thick mask, Augustine smiled and waited quietly.

The heir of the Helen family placed one hand across his chest, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Not to start a war on the table with any powerful person is one of the ancient family mottos of the Helen family, so the feminine young man chooses to take a step back. The vivid examples of family history that the older generation never tired of nagging told him that taking one step back was often a good premise for taking two steps forward, and after withdrawing from the public eye, he instructed Douglas, the personal butler who was forever silent, "Go and tell A Clockwork Orange that we are still willing to pay 1,500,000 Caesar gold coins, and the two heretics will be handed over to this friend of the Sacrament Congregation." ”

"Yes, Master Hugo. The middle-aged butler bowed down and went to the Count of Marseille to convey the will of the Helen family.

As for the scorched kitten Gordon, a middle-aged gentleman like an elegant poet would not be naïve enough to ask Master Hugo's intentions, the vacancy of 1.5 million Caesar gold coins is enough for the owner, who is already unstable in Helen, to bear the accusations of the family council, maybe he will have to take it out of the owner's own pocket in the end, but Gordon is an indispensable and important role, and it is impossible for Master Hugo to abandon a pawn whose identity is a "hunter" at this stage. The middle-aged butler bypassed the generally gloating Greenspan family and walked towards the hesitant Count of Marseille, who glanced at the eccentric "friends" downstairs, the friends who could be on the list of masters, none of them had a good end so far.

Is this really the impolite man who drives a dilapidated carriage outside Alpha City and doesn't forget to peep at himself in the dust?

Alice, who had always been regarded as a treasure by the old Marquis in the barbarian Greenspan family, was extremely puzzled in her heart, and the original unhappiness was swept away, replaced by a small snickering joy, she stood on her tiptoes and lay on the railing regardless of the status of a celebrity, looking at the man who was like a god in her mind a moment ago, listening to the muttering of old Carver in thought, Miss Alice was in a happy mood, even happier than Aunt Quentin sent the news inside the mechanical long-tailed canary, after all, most of the Greenspan men around her were well-deserved "savage" , rarely has the calmness and calmness of the man downstairs, just like a real nobleman who grew up in an ancient family.

"Teacher, he's powerful, isn't he?" Alice asked with a smile, turning her head to look at old Carver who had finally come back from his contemplation.

"Yes. ”

Old Carver exclaimed, "But his strength is not what Miss Alice sees, creating a large area of holy 'redemption' is not difficult for any arcanist above level 15, and his truly aggressive skills are hidden in this 'redemption', or I can say that the so-called Holy Light is just a gorgeous * , solemnly concealed his cruelty, in A Clockwork Orange, I'm afraid that only a few people can see the damage suffered by the men in the magic array, do you know, Miss Alice, I'm sure he is just a magician with a nuclear weight capacity of up to level 9, this is what he really awes about, just imagine, when he expands the capacity of the nuclear weight, then what kind of gorgeous is the level 50+ magic in his hands? Miss Alice, forgive old Carver for using the frivolous word 'gorgeous' to describe rigorous magic. ”

"Then is he really an arcane above level 15?" Alice curious.

"No, his light is a 'real illusion' and cannot cause substantial harm, otherwise most of the unclean hypocrites in A Clockwork Orange would have been seriously injured. And the Empire has not yet had such a young Arcanist, as St. Jerome said two years ago that a certain child he had pinned his hopes on had given up on the path of becoming a 16+ Arcane Sage before the age of 30. Old Carver regretted that when a magician at his level reached his level, he often blurred the line between magicians and arcane, and was no longer as hostile to arcane arts as a young magician, and the old man saw Alice's puzzled face, and squeezed out an old and kind smile, "The so-called 'real illusion' refers to the lucky person who successfully made little Alice's heart move, once he has sufficient nuclear weight, he can 'cure' the 'punishment' of the holy light and 'heal' The three secret skills of redemption have been exerted to the extreme beyond imagination, and such a lucky person should not only be valued by little Alice, but also be thrown into the 'torch' for further study. ”

Alice's face was slightly red, but she did not deny her special eye for the "lucky one", she has always been a good boy who is not good at lying. As for who was the genius arcanist who was favored by St. Jerome, she didn't look forward to it at all, for the flower of Greenspan, who was not complicated in thought, the big men of the empire, and the young knights who won medals in the holy war, they were all existences of little significance to her.

The Count of Marseille wiped his sweat and praised the courage of the Helen family loudly in his heart, and he could pay the bill in a chic and generous manner in this embarrassing situation, worthy of being the "protector of dirty money" Helen, the Count of Marseille resisted the impulse and did not give Helen's butler Douglas a nine-percent discount, 1.5 million Caesar gold coins, ten percent discount means the loss of 150,000 Caesar gold coins, the Count of Marseille is distressed.

"Fortunately, reason prevailed over face. The Count of Marseille said triumphantly, signaling to his men to evacuate A Clockwork Orange.

He then had to carefully serve the sacramental ministers downstairs, in the eyes of the imperial nobility, any duke or powerful marquis was worthy of flattery, but you can curse them inwardly while bending over, and even imagine the wonderful picture of their beautiful lady gasping under his body, but if a secret figure of the sacrament ministry who is qualified to act alone, anyone should put away arrogance, greed, and lust for a while.

As the Greenspan family also left the auction house, the landed nobles and merchant bankers also left the auction house, and the last to leave was the owner of Solomon's sword assassin, a mediocre-looking middle-aged man, who seemed hesitant to indirectly make overtures to the powerful sacramental ministry, but finally gave up his thoughts and quietly left with the stereotyped servant.

"Is Descartes dead?" Hera Bolsefler looked at the Grand Knight Servant who had been nailed into the crystal chandelier, his eyes sad, as if asking Augustine, and as if he were talking to himself feebly. The powerlessness of A Clockwork Orange today was heavier than all her frustration on the battlefield of Jihad combined.

Augustine waved his hand, and Descartes' body plummeted.

"Don't!" exclaimed the daughter of Zeus, who was as calm as a goddess on the battlefield, after all, the great knight Descartes was probably the last "fool" she could see with her own eyes in this life, and she still hoped that Descartes could return to the Saxon forest, fight against the Empire, and finally die on the battlefield, not at the hands of this crazy monster in front of her.

"He's your lover?" said Augustine with a wry laugh.

Descartes' bloody body stopped abruptly a second before it collided with the marble floor, and finally slowly fell to the ground, and the 21 magic orbs began to dissipate bit by bit.

"Who are you?" Hera did not answer the boring question, she was educated by her father to be born and die for the holy war since she was a child, as a female knight, the faith she chose was not the pale [love] that was flashy for her, but the [justice] of the main source of [honor] like the majority of Saxon knights, and the [sacrifice] in the auxiliary [war], for Hera Bolsefol, she would never come into contact with love, the luxury that the hypocritical knights of the empire liked to put on her lips for the rest of her life.

"How about we make a bet? If I give you an answer that you don't believe, you'll be my servant, and if not, you'll be free, don't doubt the truth of the latter, I'll snatch you from the mouths of a horde of Marceau nobles, and of course the power to grant you freedom, don't question the 'salvation' of an archon. Augustine smiled and gave an incomparably bold choice, so beautiful that people couldn't believe it at all, seeing the other party looking at him with an idiot look, Augustine was a little embarrassed and said: "I'm serious, if you don't grasp it, I'll just treat you as my personal doll." ”

"If you give an answer that I can't believe, and I pretend not to care, won't you definitely lose this inexplicable gamble?" Hera sneered, this guy in front of him first completely offended a big family, and then opened a boring gambling that didn't require much IQ to support, is it really crazy?

"I believe you are a moral gambler, a gambler like me. Augustine laughed.

Hera was stunned for a moment, seeming to hesitate.

Elizabeth muttered, "It's over, poor Grand Knight Hera, if you choose to believe in this kind of chaste who takes oaths as chastity, then you will lose naked, no matter what the outcome of the gambling is." Against women, this coward is not at all like a fledgling that has only lived for more than 20 years. ”

But Hera Bousefleur didn't have much choice at all, the man in front of her just threw out a kinder choice that could not be chosen, and after making sure that there were no obvious traps, she said in a deep voice: "I promise you that I will not regret all the consequences with the honor of a knight." You can say, who the hell are you?"

"Fourth Grand Consul of the Holy See of the Vatican. Augustine approached her and whispered, a meter away from leaning into her body.

Archon, not Archon.

The Sacramental Congregation of the Inquisition has only three archons, where is the fourth?

Hera Bouseforler's face could not be concealed, and then replaced it with a cold mockery, sure enough, she was a despicable fellow, and wanted to exchange it for her faith, such an obvious lie, it was impossible for Hera to surrender her faith, even if the gamble had been established, this is the natural pride of a knight.

Augustine took a step closer, and was already almost close to the sealed female knight, and said in her ear: "That's just my new identity, the secret that Emperor Jupiter and Vat Trenticican only determined two months ago after an invisible war, but it is estimated that all the great nobles of the empire now know about it, is the news of the Saxon Forest so ill-informed? By the way, my name is Augustine Rotonchild, the first heir to the family of the traitor Rotonchild. ”

Hera took two steps back, her fingers digging into her palms again, staring at the man in front of her, as if trying to find a true answer from his eyes.

The answer was true, Hera's inerrable instinct told her.

"Looks like you've lost the heretics who want to fight Rotonchild. ”

Augustine walked over, his face was a little unusually hideous, pinched Hera's delicate chin, and said in a deep voice: "After becoming my servant, you will understand what will happen to the fool who fights against Rotonchild, you are not the first, let alone the last!"

Hera-Bolseforler, who is known for her calmness, spit a mouthful of saliva into Augustine's face, and suddenly burst out laughing, waiting for the anger of the obsidian heir in front of her, she was ready to withstand all the upcoming storms, but after she laughed hoarsely, she found that he had no intention of wiping it at all, she restrained her laughter and sneered: "Your Excellency the mighty archon, I am not a moral gambler, I am just a knight who fights for faith in the Saxon forest, and in my dictionary of faith, there is no honor, only 'justice' and' Sacrifice'!"

Augustine finally stretched out his hand, slowly wiped the bloodshot saliva from his face, and said slowly: "What a smoother reply than a politician, but I like to deal with such a clever enemy." ”

He turned his head to the Count of Marseille, who was standing in the distance and did not dare to approach, and smiled: "Dear Count of Marseille, please help me prepare a spacious carriage, the kind with velvet bedding, and you must ensure that I and this beautiful heretic do not feel the bumps in the road when they roll, and you may not know, but this is actually one of the methods of the Sacramental Congregation." ”

The Count of Marseille, who was stunned, immediately turned around and ran out to buy it.

The sacramental ministry is terrible, too dark.

No wonder no one wants to go in and "talk about doctrine."

The Count of Marseille got goosebumps at the thought of being naked and pressed on the sheets on the carriage by a strange man, and his fat body burst out with astonishing energy, trying to send away the sacramental minister behind him as soon as possible. Miss Elizabeth, who was a little bored by this, jumped out of her chair, hid the dark gold dagger, did not forget to wrap a large pile of food and wine in a tablecloth, and then walked up to the Grand Knight of Descartes, bent down, grabbed the hair of the Grand Knight of unknown death, and dragged the Great Heretic out of the wind-up orange auction hall like garbage.

And Hera Bolsefleur, when she was carried by Augustine on the shoulder, finally turned red in the eyes, and then whimpered weakly.

Because the damn man finally said something serious, "Actually, I don't have any bullshit interest in a female knight with calloused hands and feet, but when I press on your body, I will cover your head with a cloth, after all, your legs are more satisfactory to me, and they are only legs." ”