Chapter 33: Awakening

The Knights of the Laborers worked day and night in Black Swan Lake, and what made the low-ranking knights who had just escaped their slavery most frustrated was that they didn't know what they were doing, and only built some strange buildings according to the requirements of the deputy commander Fili.

And the beautiful captain took the two girls to draw line paintings on the ground all day long, but they had seen Elizabeth summon a legendary "dragon" with their own eyes, and Ares in the state of [Possession of the God of War] also made them tremble, and they didn't dare to speculate about the true identity of the young master behind the scenes, this beautiful manor was no safer than Lolita in their eyes.

Promoted by Augustine to the rank of Second Knight, Filip urged his subordinates to work hard, except for the necessary time to rest, sleep, drink and eat, and the rest was crushed by him and successfully transformed into the building on the drawings.

Fili himself didn't know what kind of thing the mysterious owner wanted to create, if it was a castle, it couldn't be so scattered, but if it was a magic array, it was unlikely to be so grandiose.

Before Filip became a slave, he was a knight of a down-and-out viscount of Marceau, and he also knew some basic knowledge of magic, knowing that the larger the scale and the more complicated the lines, the higher the requirements for the caster's nuclear weight, and the famous large magic arrays in history were used by the magic union to summon the [Holy Son] who inhabited the heavens or the [Abyss Species] from the dark plane.

Fili was looking forward to the day when the construction would come to fruition, as their sweat was dripping from almost every part of the complex.

In the distance, Alice stood on the edge of the Black Swan Lake, and did not let the luxurious carriage drive straight in, for she saw a rudimentary stone tablet with the words that resembled an epitaph: Here the saints rest, put away for a moment your pride, your anger, your jealousy, your sloth, your greed, your gluttony, and your lust.

She walked behind the stele and found that there was another line of words, "Three things will make the empire the supreme great kingdom in a hundred years: The Wealth of Nations, The Teachings, and Obsidian." ―Augustine the Pious. ”

The Holy Empire has been particularly fond of economics for nearly a hundred years, and Magnus, a commoner who wrote The Wealth of Nations in the Plantagenet dynasty 120 years ago, died of loneliness and loneliness. One day, 20 years after his death, "The Wealth of Nations" appeared on the pillow of the Holy Empire Nicholas VII, and most historians and the people of the empire now believe that half a century ago, it was not the "pride of the Benedictine family" that General Clement defeated Prince Leard, the best military genius of the Plantagenet for 300 years, and it was "The Wealth of Nations" Let the Holy Empire find a shortcut to rise and become one of the richest kingdoms in the epic continent, so that the Holy Empire can thwart the conspiracy of the madman Prince Lird, and only then can it resist the subsequent waves of attacks of the Titan Empire.

The erudite Alice crouched down, rubbed the stone inscriptions, and muttered: "Magnus, who never married, unexpectedly uses a poetic and sensual sentence at the end of his rigorous and meticulous Wealth of Nations—the gold coin is the father of love, and the gold coin is the mother of war." ”

Asa, the personal butler, smiled, "Miss, it is said that every member of the Helen family is required to recite The Wealth of Nations, and I think Greenspan can try it as well." ”

Alice shook her head and said, "Greenspan, who can recite The Wealth of Nations, can no longer be that invincible barbarian." ”

"Miss, Your Excellency the Archon has invited you to the underground castle of Singo, and I will lead the way. Hera Bolseforler appeared behind Alice and Asa, who had just received news from Agatha that Augustine had asked her to lead two of Greenspan's guests downstairs for a tour. She had no personal affection for Greenspan, after all, she was only a few hundred thousand gold coins away from becoming the plaything of one of the Barbarians' heirs.

"Thank you for your lead. "Alice's aristocratic ladylike manners are impeccable.

Hera's expression was cold, and she walked straight to the castle of Stango, but there was some gloom in her heart, I am afraid that this is the huge gap between a female heretic and an imperial celebrity, that is an insurmountable gap, even if Hera is given a noble title now and thrown into a big family for cramming training, she can't give birth to the temperament of a celebrity, she is only suitable for the battlefield, suitable for horseback. In this regard, the Great Arcanist who walked in front had only a little regret, and did not regret being born in the Saxon forest, let alone becoming the "daughter of Zeus".

"Miss Hera, are you already a knight of the archon?" Alice asked softly.

"I am a knight of the Rothonchilds. Hera corrected.

"Asa, is there a big difference?" asked Alice softly.

"Miss, for middle and low-level knights, majoring in [loyalty], whether they are loyal to the family or loyal to a certain person, the gap is not big, but the difference between a big knight above level 9 and a central knight above level 15 will be obvious. To put it simply, Miss Hera has chosen [Family Loyalty]. The old butler patiently explained.

"Since this is the case, then she must not have minored in [Love]. She's just a knight who chooses to believe in Obsidian. Alice smiled, although she was mentally prepared to compete with other women for the young master Augustine, she really did not want to compete with Hera Bolsefleur, it would be a deformed game with too many asymmetries to match Alice's aesthetics.

The old butler smiled and nodded, sincerely thanking God for giving the barbarian a wise brain, the only fly in the ointment is that this brain is not male.

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When Augustine left the ground floor, went to open the passage and called for someone to tell Hera to lead the way, Elizabeth walked to the coffin, opened the lid of the coffin, and it was still the dry skeleton of the immortal servant Dimithe, the only dazzling thing was the scarlet saint's heart in the left and right chests, full of life, Elizabeth stood on tiptoe, spread one hand, and then the other hand stretched out a finger, cut the skin of the palm with her fingernails, and the blood flowed into the coffin, and inhaled the princely lecch body without a drop, and then the saint's heart began to beat violently.

A thick dark aura erupted.

Red blood is all over the bones, and then the flesh grows and grows at an astonishing rate visible to the naked eye, until it is full.

When Dimmit's gothic handsome face as the most elegant aristocrat in human history also appeared, Elizabeth finally stopped the [blood sacrifice], and her pale face looked at the powerful lecch who suddenly opened her eyes, and said regretfully: "Dear friend of the immortals, I can only forcibly disturb your sleep, because your young, impulsive and stubborn and paranoid master is ready to gamble with his life to bet on whether his luck is still above the standard this time." ”

Dimeter stood suspended in the air, and as he awoke, the Blood Stone Tablet seemed to hear the call of a loved one, and the part began to flow violently, gradually boiling.

Behind Dimmit, two pairs of huge black bats opened up at once.

Elizabeth sighed, "If Augustine wins the bet, does it mean that this servant can absorb the blood tablet and advance to become the most powerful dark monarch in the existing awakened state?"