The immortal baby walks in the dark without the protection of her parents, like a passable-looking lady wandering naked in the slums, and the end is by no means to the taste of a Gothic bard, Miss Russell's real encounter is as skinny and slender as her figure, the parents who did not give her a strong feedback die of conceit, and after a few glances at the angel statue, she enters the blacklist of the night watchman, the object of the first sucking is estimated to have not been born, and travels as a nomad in the country that hates the immortal race the most, and so on, even Augustine, who has never been too lazy to pity anyone, feels pathetic。 But the romantic ideals stuffed in her little head are so full that Augustine had to accompany her to suffer, fortunately the archon was not in a hurry to return to the poem, she wanted to visit any church or site on a whim, Augustine would basically satisfy her, which did not mean that Augustine was a gentlemanly aristocrat, but he was a little selfish, and before leaving the Black Swan Lake, he paid nearly three-quarters of the fortune of the poem in one go, and handed it over to Ulise to create a larger Skadi soul elegy magic array, and Augustine felt that it was better to appreciate the final result than to feel sorry for the gold coinsThe demand for dark metal and dirty elements in this forbidden magic is astronomical, and in response, it is necessary to burn the Caesar tickets piled up into a small mountain, and Ulise is very excited about this dark magic array that can easily blow up the entire Black Swan Lake when completed, and for the first time praises Augustine as an imaginative leader, Augustine can only grit his teeth and remain silent. On the journey between County Juan and County Marceau, in order to cooperate with Miss Russell, Augustine's routine began to be reversed, resting during the day, or going to audit some courses with low thresholds as a monk and a low-level magician, and traveling at night, occasionally this well-read young lady would be attracted by a certain book, and stayed under the church shelves with a dead face and refused to move, Augustine could only accompany him to read some books that he had not touched on before, but Miss Russell, whose way of thinking was very jumpy, still gave Augustine a series of small inspirations, in general, it was a trip above the passing line。

There were two counties separated from Marceau, and they roosted in a chapel with a small collection of books, Miss Russell was attracted by a classic tragic work, "The Stone of Sisyphus", Augustine could not find a book useful to the pragmatist, so he had to sit on the ground and do the finishing work of the golden pocket watch, Miss Russell, who did not ask for information about the night watch, finally spoke, and asked the priest of St. Just, who still did not know his name, to ask the priest of St. Just, who was still unnamed, beside her: "The children and monks I saw in the Garden of Angels are not ordinary red gloves, are they?"

Augustine didn't answer the idiotic question, because the truth is not credible compared to any lie, and the person she wants to kill is Miss Russell's Edengaia, who mistook for a man, and who lives by sucking the blood of the immortals, more in line with the title of the Immortal Hunter than any prince of the Ossar clan, and she has a Goral cup of water in her body, which can store and dilute the blood and soul that does not belong to her. And the child, Menuhin, was the Empire's newest night watchman, a last card that was revealed after the death of the Teutonic priest.

Miss Russell said softly, "Your relationship with that monk is not ordinary. ”

Augustine was alert in his heart, and his face was calm: "Why?"

She didn't know what to say: "Intuition." ”

Augustine laughed: "I have known this chief dealer of the Night's Watch for a long time, we have been to Kepler together, and it is not too much to say that we are friends, but now we seem to have become enemies." ”

Miss Russell didn't know that she was almost going to meet her parents, but she regretted, "It's unfortunate." ”

Augustine said softly, "It's unfortunate. ”

The archon's words were uncomplicated, but the eyes that looked into the pages were gentle and sad.

There are still three years to go.

The Tree of Life "Wenti" It must be transplanted to the Black Swan Lake immediately, not to mention that the inspiration induced by Miss Immortal may not be effective, Wendi is a towering tree in the eastern mountains of the empire, the official name is Ursula Earth Tree Eye, the meaning is profound, it is regarded by occult works as the eye of Gaia, the mother of the earth, gazing at the world, there are a total of thirteen on the epic continent, Wenti, located in the territory of the Holy Empire, is the smallest mother tree, with a gentle temperament, but was injured by the muse's dwarf Aube, and has been in a withered state, becoming a bait, Augustine and Lori's steward's first face-to-face encounter was there, and the encounter of that conspiracy was not pleasant for both parties。 Augustine later learned from Elizabeth that the madman Aube was trying to create a magic circle larger than God's left eye from the thirteen Earth Tree Eyes, and combined with the "Black Box", a holy weapon lost by the Blood Clan in the Muse Continent, to spread a plague catastrophe on the Epic Continent that was enough to bring similar divine punishment to mankind.

At present, Bundy is still in a state of dying, but if he wants to travel long distances to Black Swan Lake, I am afraid that Augustine will have to fight a protracted war with the conspirators in the empire and the Holy See, and in front of the chief of order is His Majesty the Emperor with limited trust, the Church of the Emperor where Queen Goschel sits, and several great lords in the east who regard the tree of life as a cash cow, and have always regarded the two tree eyes as the forbidden Holy Spirit's court, Augustine suddenly felt that he was more suitable to play the protagonist of "The Sisyphus Monolith" than Miss Russell's parents.

"Are the monks of the Vatican in the Vatican as devout and studious as the clergy of the church of St. Just?" Miss Russell asked very dejectedly, White Rose is a very strange country, her lord and subjects for the first to crush the iron hooves in the territory of the son of war, instead of hating, but worship and fear, but for the increasingly powerful Holy Empire, has always had a congenital spurning and contempt, holding an unfounded sense of superiority, even on the Red Gogol Plain, this neighbor created the first historical record of defeating the Titan cavalry, White Rose still does not have the slightest respect, for the Vatlantican papal monks, even more squint, for the Vatican is very talented Miss RussellIt wasn't until he met this well-friendned "ordinary" priest of St. Just that he realized that he had fallen into the error of experience, and that this young man who looked to be only twenty-four or five years old next to him had a deep knowledge of race, scholasticism, commercial original sin, mathematics and alchemy, botany, human anatomy, and spiritualism, and if there were a hundred such priests in the Vatlantican, Miss Russell would feel hopeless: the White Rose might really become the plaything of the Holy Empire.

Augustine pulls out a crystal bottle with a centaur coat of arms, a small piece of art that once contained the most perfect magical liquid, the "hot spring" At this time, Augustine no longer needed to rely on the hot spring to support the nuclear weight, this crystal bottle with infinite symbolic meaning became a secret collection, at this time, this crystal bottle that could refract a small rainbow in the sunlight contained most of the warm blood, very fresh and thick, and handed it to Miss Russell, who looked tired after not eating for two days, the latter took the delicate bottle and sniffed, which became her habitual action, smiled charmingly, drank the red wine at the slowest speed, her lips were stained with scarlet color, and her body instantly surged with the restlessness of strength, a very beautiful experienceMiss Russell did not know where the fine wine in the crystal bottle carved with the centaur coat of arms came from during this period, and she did not investigate it, but she believed that the priest of St. Just would not fool her, and it turned out that the blood in the crystal bottle remained at a consistently high level, and how did this baby, who had only stepped into the eternal night and half a foot, know that this food came from the right hand of the godson of a saint, who had copied countless parchment scrolls, prayed countless times, held up two saints' hearts, and slaughtered countless dark heretics with the hand of God, and when she had the opportunity to try other blood, she knew that the blood of such a beneficial species of immortality was known, It is a luxury that will be cherished by prince-level immortals, but for the time being, she can't understand Augustine's unique way of expressing friendship, and in this world, the only thing that can truly understand what he thinks is probably only Queen Elizabeth, who has turned from an enemy to an ally.

"Will we be separated?" Miss Russell, who deserved to retain the good qualities of most of the noble ladies, did not overeat, and handed back half a bottle of blood to the priest.

"Of course. I believe that Miss Russell will also meet the prince of fate, as long as you don't spend too much time thinking on the ladder of knowledge, the prince likes not to be too clever princesses, you think, when the prince gets down on one knee and gives a bouquet of roses, and you say, 'Oh, this is a Rosaceae shrub', it's not like that. Augustine joked to Miss Russell, who loved mathematics, and gently put away the gold pocket watch and the centaur crystal bottle, the latter The badge means that Constance has the honor of "slaying dragons" on the epic continent, this is the only "golden family" with a dragon museum, placing the trophies obtained by the heroes of the past generations in the dragon vein, countless dragon teeth, dragon eyes and dragon remains, and each generation will have at least one or more knights of the holy coffin and the sword saint, which is the incomparable heritage of Constend. In a sense, Augustine owned a small portion of the family's golden bloodline.

Miss Russell showed two cute little fangs, and said with a smile: "Then you can be my prince for the time being, although you are just a little priest with no reputation, but at least you can discuss mathematics and philosophy with me, can't you? It's not easy to find a guy who doesn't despise mathematics as a female slave girl in philosophy!"

Augustine smiled dumbly and said, "I'm not going to be a substitute." ”

Miss Russell played, "I don't care, I've decided to travel with you anyway." ”

Augustine was very unceremoniously exposed her careful thoughts, "Yes, traveling with a priest of St. Just can enter the libraries of the churches at will, and this priest will also risk being dragged into the sacrament and questioned to find red wine for you, and along the way, this not wealthy priest will pay silver coins to buy limited edition books, and if I were Miss Russell, I would be reluctant to part." This is not what a prince should do, but a groom. ”

Miss Russell blushed and looked at Augustine with a strange expression.

Augustine failed to understand the meaning in her eyes at first, but after a little thought, he came to a ridiculous conclusion that was not far from the truth, with a copy of the "History of Philosophy" criticized by Miss Russell as worthless, with his back against the bookshelf, and did not want to deal with this immortal baby, this young lady's imagination was really wonderful, and he felt that he wanted to have a physical collision with her other than spiritual communication, damn it, and quite reluctantly, which made the archon, who had always been praised handsome, a little injured.

"Angry?" Miss Russell asked cautiously.

"Nope. Augustine shook his head and said, very sincerely, such a small episode is actually a rare warmth for the Kepler gallows builder.

"Are you still the same? Do you feel bad? Do you rely on prayer to sustain your faith when you are uncomfortable?" asked Miss Russell, a personal question in the most rigorous academic manner. The so-called one is probably a virgin. As far as she knew, there were countless ascetics in the history of the Holy See who fought against their desires by lashing themselves for extreme forms of flesh harm.

"The calm faith is the sea, and the scorching faith is the flood. Some monastics believe that the latter in particular needs proper channeling, and that repression can only lead to complete depravity after the levee breaks, which is not the mainstream idea, but there is some truth to it. As for how I solved this difficult problem that no priest could get around, I didn't want to tell a virgin immortal whose first kiss and first suck were still there. Augustine smiled. This plane strictly follows the principle of equivalence, for example, if a human becomes a member of Lecch, the libido decreases with the rise of power, until this pleasure is completely lost, correspondingly, the blood sucking of the immortal species can bring a tidal wave of pleasure comparable to sex-love, the higher the quality of the blood, the stronger the sense of pleasure, there are many comical examples of low-level Lecch dying of excitement because of gluttony of high-grade blood in the history of darkness, which shows that the blood clan has been advertised for thousands of years to "survive in the eternal night", which is quite fragile. Augustine did not tell Miss Russell the inside story, lest the lady, who had been searching for the prince, mistakenly think that she was greedy for her body, which did not resist sexual pleasure for the time being.

"How many questions do I ask you?" Miss Russell decided.

"Can you not answer?" said Augustine, laughing.

"No, you can't!"

Miss Russell said indignantly: "First, your name. ”

Augustine did not answer.

"That's another one, favorite food. "Miss Russell was wise to compromise in moderation.

"Everything that fills your stomach. Augustine thought for a moment and added, "Cheese." ”

"Favorite color. ”

"The color of the robes. ”

"The most respected person?"

"I respect a lot of people, but most of them aren't famous. If the most respected, it should be the godfather and the personal magic teacher of childhood. ”

"Where's your best friend?"

"Very little, at least Miss Russell is not among them for the time being. ”

"What are you most afraid of?"

"Faith. ”

"Who is your enemy?"

"I can't count them. ”

"Favorite book to read?"

"Our fourth Vatantican, the Teachings. ”

"Hobby. ”

"Alive. ”

"Favorite verse. ”

"The 'Veterans Don't Die' in "Flowers Don't Die", and the end of "Thirteen": We are not alone. ”

"Do you like women?"

"Yes, and deeply loved. ”

"Is she in County Juan, where the Basilica of San Just is located?"

"It's not. ”

"Where's that?"

The priest, who had always been more honest with Miss Russell, finally fell silent, pointed to his heart, and said in an inaudible voice, "Probably here." ”

"Greatest wish?"

"Being able to tell her face to face is a word. ”

"Is it 'I love you'?"

"It's not. ”

"That's?"

"Is it okay not to answer?"

"Yes. "This time, Miss Russell was very understanding.

Augustine looked up, looked at the ceiling, and said gently, "'I found you. ’”

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In a dark, damp and moss-covered prison, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, his clothes were ragged, his face was covered with stubble, his hands and feet were imprisoned by four iron chains thicker than men's arms, and the iron chains were poured with a large amount of dark gold elements, which were indestructible, and this was not enough, outside the cell stood four archkarists who took turns to release the arcane of condensation, with the linear magic array [Angel Cage] carved on the ground , Constantly suppressing and absorbing the man's original abundant strength to prevent him from any misdeeds, on the ground as far as he could see, a copy of the "Confession" was spread out, and an ancient giant sword was inserted in the corner of the prison, which was simply the biggest silent mockery of a swordsman. The only people who enjoyed this treatment were the original owner of the Church of Confession, Wilde, one of the four official sword saints of the Empire, and the giant of the Night's Watch nicknamed the "King of the Hill".

He is known for his vulgarity, and once publicly stated in the Giant Council of the Sacramental Ministries that he would exchange all his faith points for a one-night stand with Mistress Hahime. The man who was not tall and strong had unparalleled strength, and at the age of 31 he engraved his name on the Mughal sacred stone. His savagery was known in the dark night of the Empire, and all enemies were split into pieces under the greatsword. He had been the expected new leader of the Night's Watch, and from the gatekeeper of the Church of Confession, it was speculated that both the Holy Spear and the Mother of the Black Sheep wanted the Juggernaut to ascend to the throne with an incomparable intelligence, but in the end, none of the prophets guessed the bleak ending.

The King of the Hill opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth pulling into a cold-blooded arc, and looked at the child outside the cell, Menuhin, a little madman who said he was "a rusty blunt sword."

In addition to Menuhin, there is also Wilde's leader in swordsmanship, an old swordmaster who has served the highest night watch of the empire all his life, and it is this old fellow who does not miss the old love, and together with the girl surnamed Bourbon, the king of the hill is imprisoned in this cage.

The child bowed lightly and smiled, "Dear Uncle Wilde, do you want to breathe the air outside?"

The Sword Master grinned and said, "Kid, uncle wants to soothe your body more than the air outside, hey, that self-righteous fool of Ulise doesn't know, I know that you have the 'boarding' of a certain main god of Olympia in your body, and it is up to your uncle to decide the future gender for you, right?"

Menuhin deliberately showed a frightened and timid face, and turned to the old sword saint for help: "Old Leon, Uncle Wilde is so terrible. ”

Immediately, a wide blood groove was cut on the chest of the king of the hill who had offended the leader, and the sound of blood dripping was exceptionally clear in the silent basement.

Menuhin turned a blind eye to this, and still asked "kindly", "Uncle, one last time, do you really want to help me?"

The King of the Hill exhaled a breath of turbidity, the pain in his flesh was completely ignored, and he narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Scavenger, this is a character who is destined to end badly, Rotonchilde is not a lesson, it is more pathetic than the Rudolph family, which has a worse reputation, although the latter has no friends in the Empire, at least he will not be charged with treason. Both families were working as scavengers for His Majesty the Emperor to clean the streets of the Empire, and Obsidian's contribution was undoubtedly greater, helping Emperor Jupiter to eradicate all the moderate conservatives and let the empire really embark on the track envisioned by His Majesty the Emperor, and the radical conservatives led by Prince Otis were just a meal to cheer up, and I am afraid that those moderates who were secretly executed by Rudolph, the stubborn administrators, the big lords who refused to integrate into the life of the new aristocracy, and the old aristocratic family owners who congenitally despised commerce and feared that the wealth that had been inherited for more than ten generations would be reduced, and they would not know this truth until they died。 The empire finally rose, and the duke then walked lonely to the gallows, and his only descendant, little Augustine, whom I admire, became the second Teutonic priest, and His Majesty the Emperor was so wise that he refused to let go of the shriveled obsidian, secretly manipulated the grizzly gambling board, and squeezed countless gold coins from Augustine, I'm afraid that the little guy himself didn't understand that the greatest hero of the empire's seafaring industry was none other than him, the poor wretch!"

Menuhin praised: "Could it be that Grandpa said that you are very smart, but unfortunately many people do not understand your wisdom." Ulise is a conspirator, but you are a good politician. I really need your mind, and the Night's Watch would rather rely on the former than I need your greatsword. ”

Sword Saint Wilde smiled dryly: "Uncle is still that little request, you sacrifice your delicate body, I will help you do things, Uncle will let you know that whether you are a boy or a girl, it doesn't matter, the key is to be able to enjoy." ”

Menuhin seemed innocent and said, "Is it really okay for my uncle's hands to be calloused and stained with sinful blood?"

The King of the Hill, who had been seriously injured before he was imprisoned and had not received any recuperation, nodded with difficulty: "Uncle can guarantee that you will be intoxicated." You know, the big axe in the crotch of my uncle's pants is unbearable hunger and thirst. Haha, little Menuhin, would you like to admire the majesty of this big axe? This is a scenery that you don't have. ”

Menuhin behaved in embarrassment, until he heard a sigh from old Leon behind him, turned his head and asked, "Does Uncle Wilde hold the sword in his left or right hand?"

The old Sword Master's face changed slightly, and he hesitated.

Menuhin accentuated slightly: "Left hand, or right hand?"

Old Leon replied sadly, "Right hand." ”

Menuhin looked at the King of the Hill and said cheerfully, "Then Uncle Wilde, your right hand will lend me a few days first, and then I will return it to you, okay?"

Wilde, the Sword Saint, was silent, the blood passed more rapidly, and the blood on the ground became thicker and thicker.

In an instant, Wilde's right arm, which was suspended in the air by chains, was cut off entirely.

Wilde remained silent.

Before the child left, he said humorously: "Grandpa said that to be a leader, you must know how to be tolerant, so I gave my uncle two more chances, and the last time, I had to borrow the big axe from my uncle." ”

In the cage, the wounded king of the hill, with his head down, did not look at the sword-wielding severed arm that brought countless honors.

Menuhin, who had bounced out of the church of confession, was not in the slightest disturbed by the conversation.

Outside the church, there stood a guest personally invited by the child.

"Friends from [Sage], are you still satisfied with the chips given by Shapelle?" Menuhin smiled.

The child's mouth is Shappel, who is now the nominal number two of the Night's Watch.

"More than satisfied, it was a pleasant surprise. The guest from afar took off his cloak and hat, and it had a pale and handsome face, exuding the heavy aura of a dark monarch. It comes from the bloodthirsty Ossar family of the Immortals, a race in the history of the family that claims to have killed the three original True Ancestors. Similar to the growth of every outstanding ancestor, its origin is not a strong sixth-generation descendant, but it has become a treasure of the Osar clan by sucking the blood of more than a dozen fourth-or five-generation elders, and it is getting closer and closer to the strength of the first three generations of mujahideen, so it is often more influential than the patriarch, and became a [sage] a hundred years ago One of the nine leaders of the heretical body, this heretical organization is second only to the Council of Judah and the Midgod of the Muse, absorbing all the silver and dark species at the top of the food chain, but far less cohesive than Judah and the Demigods.

Its position among the sages is seven.

Queen Goschel of the Senate brought the Knights of Cardinals with the Minor Empress to inflict heavy damage on the Magi, but now the Night's Watch has extended a hand of friendship.

Menuhin said kindly, "Please spread this message to all corners of the Underworld: a new night watchman with no eternal enemies." ”

The guests of the Ossar family nodded, bowed, and disappeared into the darkness.

Eden Gaia appeared nearby, frowning, and said, "The two adults of the Holy Spirit Court and the Ewe will definitely pursue this matter, plus the Faculty of Thought." ”

The child didn't know whether it was ignorance or conceit, and said, "I haven't seen them yet, maybe I'll finally see them now." ”

Eden Gaia could only smile wryly.

The child went to the Angel Garden and dropped a sentence: "Teacher, go and visit Wilde, and by the way, help me take out a souvenir, I forgot it just now, it is really disrespectful to a sword master." ”

Basement prison.

The one-armed King of the Hill slowly raised his head and stared at Eden Gaia beyond the bar.

After motioning for the four Grand Karcists to leave temporarily, she said without emotion, "Why do you deliberately provoke it?"

The Sword Saint laughed and said, "Then you, the owner of the Bourbon, have you ever come to see you?"

Edengaia nodded.

Wilde smiled bitterly: "You can't hide this secret, that little monster is a hybrid between a god and a demon, even if you deliberately hide the soul brand, it is meaningless." If you don't leave, one day it won't be fun, and you and I will end up almost the same, and maybe we can be a pair of neighbors. ”

Eden Gaia said calmly, "Looking forward to this day. ”

In the depths of the Angel's Garden, Menuhin, a child who was revered as a god or feared as a devil by all, came to the lonely cemetery of the Teutonic priests, and without bending down, "it" could see the simple epitaph: Where I came from, where I went, in the process, because I met you, so I have no regrets.

The child held a bouquet of roses in his hand, and his little hand was bleeding from picking thorny roses, and he placed the roses in front of the tombstone and asked softly, "Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

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Augustine and Mademoiselle Russell were separated in the province of Marceau, reminding her that she could enter the Abbey of Verdun to read the vast books, Mademoiselle Russell accepted the suggestion, but was a little worried about the supposedly terrible badge of the Golden Scales, Augustine laughed and said that Marceau should be able to bring her such good luck, the optimistic Mademoiselle Russell thought it was very pleasant, plus the collection of books in the Abbey of Verdun was really tempting, and most importantly, the priest of St. Just whispered that there were many handsome priests in this monastery to study, and when they parted, Augustine gave her several crystal bottles that had been purchased improvly, filled with blood, probably able to make Miss Russell, who had little appetite, last for three months, but afterwards Miss Russell, who lived in seclusion in a cellar of the abbey, found that there were no so-called handsome priests in the abbey of Verdun, and every time night fell, she slipped into the library, and she did not see half of the young man who was involved with the prince, but inadvertently spied several times the disgusting scene of the bishop and the noble lady in the corner of the library.

Miss Russell sat in the moonlight, and while flipping through the philosophical works that were bordered on mathematics, she cursed, "This liar!"

After Augustine, who was cursed by his belly, returned to Black Swan Lake, he began to prepare for the theft of the "Venty" of the Ursula Earth Tree Eye, and the Skadi Soul Elegy Magic Array, also known as the "Tears of the Frost Goddess", has been efficiently completed, and every time he observes this feat, the archon is amazed and distressed at the same time, this is a luxury piled up with more than a million Caesar gold coins! Thankfully, the private arena is about to open, and the Champs-Elysées Witches Street is doing more business than expected under the care of a few clever young girls, but from time to time there are some interesting gossip, such as some old magic teachers who have always been decent will privately ask young girls if they can find a private place to have dinner together, and some small aristocratic knights will bring flowers to show their love to the two most temperamental shopkeepers, Agatha and Juliet. Augustine was of course happy to hear these anecdotes, and what was even more interesting was that Miss Philip seemed to be not glad for the deliberate snub of the archon for a while after she had developed a dysmorphia, but rather a little disappointed, Augustine went to the Lily Laboratory several times, and could feel her resentful eyes, and then the doll porcelain that had been carefully trained by Lady Fiona, seized every opportunity to show off her delicacy to the Order, but the Orderkeeper only made some small requests similar to kneading the shoulders, not at all like the traditional nobles, she looked down at the white tender pigeon that could be held with a small hand, and secretly guessedIndeed, whether it was Lady Fiona, a teacher who knew all the techniques of bed, and the ladies who only occasionally ran into it, such as Lady Quentin with a girly face, and Professor Shirley, who had a mature temperament, all had breasts twice as big as herself. This discourages the doll.

She was a young lady who knew how to adapt to strange environments, such as when Madame Fiona led them into a lavishly furnished house for the first time, pointed to a large bed covered with a goose-down quilt and said, "From this day on, this is your battlefield." "She's the first smart person to accept reality, knowing that she's the only aristocratic lady among girls, and that her good-looking peers are just pariahs bought from the Lolita slave market. Lady Fiona had said that her first time would definitely be dedicated to the Order, and she did not resist at all, even if the great man was the murderer of her father.

Augustine didn't have time to probe into the heart of a doll, and he was busy preparing for the relocation of the Tree of Life, sending three letters to His Majesty the Emperor, the Senate, and the Holy Spirit's Court. The three replies were different, His Majesty the Emperor asked the order to give accurate consequences, the Senate directly rejected this risk, this reply was drafted by Rachel's Tiger, signed by Queen Goschel, the two secretaries of state of the Senate were highly unanimous, and as for the Holy Spirit, it vigorously condemned the madness of the order, and threatened to send a special team of priests to guard the ancient tree of Ursula to "prevent the occurrence of disaster" , Augustine sat at his desk, looked at the three letters, smiled, did not plan to take care of the Religious Council and the Holy Spirit Court, but just wrote a statement to His Majesty the Emperor, at this time, the "porters" led by the one-eyed dragon Ulise had already arrived in the Biyang Mountains in the eastern part of the empire, the great knight Jurgen led forty human knights, the Lich King Naples and the Dead Sea Knight Descartes led forty undead knights, well, this time the Golden Balance Badge is to show that it is going to dig out the "Venty" with a tough attitude.

Augustine wrote a reply to His Majesty the Emperor and closed his eyes to rest.

There was a knock on the door.

Augustine immediately got up, looked at Pandora in a wheelchair, and found that her expression was very heavy, which made Augustine a little stunned.

Having chosen a dark path, she whispered, "I hope I'm wrong." ”

At her request, Augustine carried her out of the underworld and drove to the great foundations of Dracula's Tooth, an astrological tower by the lake.

Pandora's profession is astrology.

In his life, Augustine was the only one who predicted fate.

She reached out to the sky.

Augustine looked at the calm starry sky.

Suddenly.

The fireworks are shining.

This is probably the most splendid fireworks ever seen in the Epic Continent and the Muse Continent, so gorgeous that both continents can enjoy its stunning scenery.

Augustine looked shocked.

His little queen had made a joke that one day he might not necessarily make a big, big fireworks for him.

She also complained that there were always young noble magicians who made an artificial rainbow for their lover.

At that time, Augustine would scoff at the nostrils that it was just a profligacy of the boring aristocracy, and that the hot spring liquid was expensive.

Lori's housekeeper will jump to protest: Can't you be romantic once?!

Augustine would dig out his empty pockets and say, "No money!"

Augustine was obsessed with staring at the poignant night sky where fireworks were constantly flying and exploding, and he didn't want to see this picture in his lifetime, and he said to himself: "As I said, don't challenge old fellows like Duke Marga and Obey the Shorty, this is not what a little lady should do." ”

Without much trance and confusion, Augustine's eyes suddenly became resolute, like the Kepler's gallows, mad and paranoid, lost all reason.

Pandora said sadly, "Have you decided?"

Augustine said softly, "I'll send you back first." ”

Pandora shook her head and said, "I'll sit here and rest for a while, and I'll see you off." ”

Augustine gently lowered Pandora, and she sat down on the soft grass, squeezed out a smile, and waved her hand.

Augustine motioned for the lame boy Ares to stay behind her and return to the underground castle of Stangour.

Pull out the staff of the Titan Dragon's Eye.

Standing above St. Urban's head.

On this day, a miracle struck.

A huge rainbow was born across the Epic Continent and the Muse Continent, starting from Marceau County in the Holy Empire and reaching the most savage ancestral shrine.

The Pope of Byzanti, the Patriarch of Van Transecan, Jupiter the Great, the Empress of Kamiu and the Black Emperor, all kings, nobles, commoners, knights, mages, heretics, countless creatures all bow their heads at the same moment.

Later Records: Humans, Augustine, and the Holy descended on the Muses.