The underground castle of Poetry has a large number of layers of depth and a labyrinthine corridor division, which is the crystallization of the wisdom of the two great men of the dwarf Obey and Prince Quinn, and especially important is that Augustine has clearly delineated the scope of most of his subordinates, so that this kingdom has the remarkable characteristics of information isolation, even if the earthly world has experienced a terrible war, the Maiden Mage still reads and studies with peace of mind, and under the guidance and supervision of the artist's descendant Agatha and Juliet, the daughter of the great nobleman of Plantagenet, they extract the classics, they do not know that the noble knight sister has left the castle, and they do not know that less than a hundred meters above their heads is blood all over the ground, not only the sheep's horn laboratory, Paradise Lost and Red Nest have finally ushered in the first batch of heretical creatures and dark species, not to mention that from today onwards, most of Marceau County will be shrouded in the shadow of order, uneasy and trembling.

Many veteran nobles who had taken the opportunity to blackmail Archbishop Ram of Maca began to take the initiative to go to Watt City, offering different bundles of imperial Caesar coupons with flattery and remorse. A bard who died of Siphylis's disease, now known as syphilis, uttered a well-known obscenity: A male nobleman cannot be conquered with a woman's mouth, but another sturdy man's spear. The one in your hand is fine, and the one under your crotch is fine.

Of course, the dark gold spear of order is the former, stained with the terrible blood stains after the sanction of the original sin, and this bloodstain will only become more and more solemn, layer upon layer, only when its glory is truly side by side with the high position of the Trident giant.

Augustine took a shower, changed into a cloak, and after leaving the Aerial Abbey, in terms of clothing, he did not follow the various trends of the empire that changed almost every few years, and maintained the simple style of the ascetic of Maideola, the first three sets of robes, one was oversewn and treasured, and the second set was destroyed in the battle of Kepler's gallows, which was full of madness and absurdity, and only one set remained, which was only worn on important occasions, and now the clothes on his body were the most ordinary low-level monk clothes, worth only four or five Bourbon silver coins.

Augustine was not in a hurry to rest, but came to the classroom to personally teach the girls a basic magic lesson, unlike little Hall and Hera, only a few lectures, Augustine will not teach them too specific knowledge, but try to help this group of immature beginners learn to build a separate knowledge system, the inverted tree, pyramid type, or radiation diffusion type, this is like little Hall and Hera taught them concrete magic skills, but Augustine is committed to teaching them how to recognize the lever to pry up the magic world, at the end of the course, Augustine stretched out his finger and pointed to the ceiling, and smiled: "Ladies, remember that today, the Order has purified 13 wolf clans, hundreds of blood gnomes and half-beast dark creatures, and 21 darkened elves. Nine lecch, the race you used to call vampires. There are also 11 human knights who have chosen to be enemies of order. This was the first real war of the Order. ”

Augustine paused, looked at the curious and proud eyes of the audience, and teased: "I suggest that the ladies still do not go to the battlefield, the blood of heresy will stain your clean skirts." ”

Agatha, the artist's descendant, muttered, "For those who are not familiar with war, war is undoubtedly very romantic." Therefore, the most famous poets are always born in the most turbulent era of history. ”

Agatha's voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was guaranteed to be heard by the consuls. Augustine smiled slightly, without commenting. The daughter of the Marquis of Plantagenet, Juliet, after obtaining Augustine's consent, asked, "Order, I want to know how many knights these heretics are equivalent to?"

Augustine really didn't think about this question, weighed it, quickly calculated the strength of the immortal wolf clan and other species, and replied: "If you saw the middle and high-level knights around the noble lords in Lolita, it would be almost equal to a thousand, that is, an imperial thousand-man knighthood. In Marceau, there are only families with knights of this size, only Todd the Lion King and Greenspan the Barbarian. ”

The girls cheered, just to explain to them the mysterious and strange wolf clan elven and half-beast clan, too obscure, but the knight who went to the devil nobles who went to Lolita to have fun, tall and burly, with bright armor and sharp swords, that is the most powerful and terrifying existence in the minds of this group of girls who have become slaves and are struggling on the line of death, because they have seen a lot of powerful knights who can easily cut off the heads of their bought companions with long swords under the orders of noble lords or widows dressed in jewels, and Lolita's sewer system is always the best in Alpha City, otherwise it will not be possible to clean the blood stains at all, not to mention the perverted aristocrats who have a penchant for throwing strings of heads into the gutter. Augustine, who hadn't expected the order to be ripe enough to compete with a thousand-man knighthood if he hadn't been reminded by Juliet, smiled at the clever girl, who curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

Augustine came to the horns and called several responsible persons to the conference room, he wanted to remake sure that there was no mistake in the distribution, the corpses of the blood gnomes were the cheapest, but their blood was the best experimental material, and Assistant Teacher Kim meant to slaughter the remaining dozen or so blood gnomes in a manic state, but Augustine did not agree, because he had already asked Louis to prepare for the construction of the arena, and he needed some fresh playthings to stimulate the eyes of the nobles of Marceau. The corpses of the wolf clan are much more valuable, in addition to the fact that the body organs of this race still maintain a certain amount of health after death, and because too many dark and interesting nobles like to make them into specimens and display them in the hall or study, Augustine is ready to monopolize the Witch Champs Elyss in one go, these specimens can undoubtedly be sold for a high price, as for the more massive gray-blooded mammoth and the minotaur chieftain, because nearly half survived, the heavy corpses were thrown to the sheep's horns, and the rest were dragged into Paradise Lost by the knights of the Order Cannon Fodder Regiment and the blonde lame horseman Ares, a large prison, where the silent teenager became the lonely gatekeeper of this levelMiss Philee used all the thought points she had left to buy a lightly injured gray-blooded mammoth and a minotaur chieftain, as well as two half-orcs. Assistant Teacher Kim was also not stingy with his thoughts, and arranged for the werewolf corpse, and he wanted to buy the marquis immortal on credit, but the consul politely refused. Professor Shirley obtains a female elf and an immortal baron.

Nine of the 11 human knights were divided equally between the Lily Rose and Rose Labs, and the remaining two corpses were given to Miss Elizabeth.

Hall Jr. became a temporary recorder and was responsible for keeping all the data on file.

The horns will inevitably be doubly busy.

In addition to the experimental project of the sheep's horns, the "God's Left Eye" magic circle damaged in the battle was repaired, and the reconstruction of the ground castle of the Poetry, plus an astrological tower standing on the shore of the lake, just by looking at the drawings, you can detect the madness and ambition of the order chief.

Augustine arrives alone in Paradise Lost, where a group of new guests are being held to "drink tea" in the sacramental congregation. He came to the Marquis's immortal cage, motioned for Ares to open the door of the prison plastered with pages of books and other layers of imprisonment, and said with a smile: "Come with me and take you to meet a friend of Gondehuus." ”

This immortal has seen the strength of the fourth giant of the sacramental ministry that does not match his age, and the archon in monk's attire is followed by a little cripple who holds the mask of the holy relic [Salvation], one of the three dark relics, and follows the human, not knowing what fate awaits it.

The abyss of the castle of poetry.

The ninth floor, the cemetery.

Standing in the doorway, the Marquis felt an abundant dark aura, a rich fragrance brought by divine blood, and he was surprised to find that his badly wounded body began to heal rapidly, and the broken bat wings were gradually intact, such a speed was a miracle. Strength, let it dare to provoke the order, power, also let it not dare to act after leaving the cage of Paradise Lost, but at this moment, it began to move again, and no noble immortal was willing to bow to humans. It's a pity that the darling of Gondehuus immediately restrained his arrogance, and not far away, the young monk walked to a "tombstone" coffin, stretched out his finger and tapped it, and silently recited a series of secret incantations, [awakening] the prince-level immortal in the divine sleep, the dimit who had two saint hearts.

Alehan and Iyeta, two saints of the Vatlantican Holy See, their hearts allow Dimmit to be promoted to the prince rank at a young age of more than 500 years, and also make it possible to wake up at any time in [sleep].

When four pairs of five-meter-long bat-winged dimites slowly emerged from the coffin, the Marquis of Gondehuus felt a sense of oppression that almost suffocated.

For the immortal species, the number of bat wings is the only symbol of status.

Is this a sleeping prince?

Friends of Gunder Hughes?

Augustine laughed, "Sorry to interrupt your nap. ”

Dimmit quickly landed, gathered his bat wings, and bent down humbly, "It's the honor of the servants of Setus." ”

The marquis looked incredulous, and his handsome face began to stiffen and twitch. The exterminated "good warrior", the one who once occupied half of the seats at the Council of Judah, a princely ancestor, but a slave of mankind?

Augustine pointed to the shocked Marquis in the distance, and explained, "A descendant from the Gondehuus family, Dimmit, don't you express your gratitude to the Setus family. ”

The corners of Dimmit's mouth flashed with a charming smile, snapped his fingers, the marquis immediately passively opened the remaining five bat wings, unable to move, Dimmit walked forward gracefully, with every step, the bat wings of the darling of the Gondehuus family made a piercing sound, as if it was torn from the body by an invisible force, stripping the bat wings of an immortal species, which was second only to the cruel punishment of tying them up in the sun, was kept as pets by the Gondehuus family in the Holy Empire, and tortured for two hundred years.

How to repay this "gratitude"?

Dimet, who is already a prince, has a hundred ways to give back.

Augustine said softly: "Almost, the Earl of Wenshan of the Gondehuus family who imprisoned you in the first place has nothing to do with this marquis who competes with it for inheritance, and the enemy of the enemy is our friend. ”

Dimmit did not hesitate to abandon his intimate "little joke" with the Marquis de Gondehuus.

Standing under the tombstone, Augustine proposed to the marquis, whose face was so pale that it was almost transparent, "I know that you are close to an earl of the Marshall family in Marceau, and that you can enjoy this treatment if you can persuade him to come here to sleep, otherwise you will wait to be hunted down by Order, and I believe that your grandfather, Prince Quinn, who often needs to go to the Council of Judah, will not be able to shelter you all year round." When the time comes, Dimmit will personally drag you back to the Château de la Snère, where the artificial sunlight is more concentrated and dazzling. ”

The marquis thought for a moment and asked softly, "Your Excellency, are you going to let me go back and persuade Count Marshall to return here with you for holy sleep?"

Augustine nodded, "This is the conversation between the nobles. There is no conspiracy, no harm, only common profit. ”

The Marquis was relieved, bent down and said, "Maho-Gundehuus, I sincerely thank Rotonchilde for his selfless gift. ”

Augustine smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you away from the poetry myself, this is the uncommon treatment of the order." ”

The Marquis had returned to heaven from hell, so he felt the greatest curiosity and affection for the young human in front of him who was leading the way.

Cemetery. Honey. Red Nest. Paradise Lost. Tulip. Eden. Pan's labyrinth. Peephole. Whirlwind.

Ascending layer by layer.

The consuls were always silent.

At the sheep's horn, the Marquis of Mahe stopped, stood outside the concentric circle fence, looked at St. Urban, and asked softly, "Your Excellency the Archon, are the rumors true?

Augustine laughed, "As you can see." ”

There was a little more awe in the eyes of the great nobles of Gundehughes.

Out of the underground castle, after the Marquis of Mahe bent down again to salute, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Augustine looked at the desolate Black Swan Lake and said softly, "Dimmit, you are going to go to Jupiter City with me." You might even get the most delicious food. ”

Dimmit flattered: "Young Master Augustine, there is always no shortage of good luck with you. The Setters have suffered great misfortune, and I seem to have taken possession of all the luck on the other side of the scales in one fell swoop. ”

Augustine smiled and said, "Is the aristocratic style of the immortal race a pair of twins with the growth of power?"

Dimiit smiled silently.

Back in the quiet and cramped study, Augustine will not start writing, just sit in a chair that is not comfortable, spin a silver coin on the desk, this young man who was once expected to become the sun of the empire, seems to have been lacking so-called friends, Nero who is also the son of the saint Ieta can be counted as one, but this heir to the Pompey family, who aspires to be a bullshit bard, after returning to Jupiter City in the past two years, instead of an impressive rise, he has become more and more arrogant, lingering in various salon banquets, full of dandy style, Augustine is too lazy to think about this, remember, Nero, who always has a smiling face, is not a prodigal who can only lift the corners of a lady's skirt.

And the magical genius York, the current student of the abbot of the Maidaeola Monastery, entered the Imperial Capital Torch, I believe that with his talent and hard work, it is not difficult to get ahead, but whether he can rise to the top depends on the favor of a little Goddess of Happiness, and the torch in the cradle of the winner of the Golden Clover Order can still be particularly eye-catching, it is too difficult. Augustine stopped his habitual little act of turning the silver coin, leaned back in his chair, and began to think about the next step of the order, and as he took control of an institution independently, he admired more and more the three great men of the Liesidun, the Teutonic priest and the ewe, which were not noblewomen walking a pet dog and disobeying and pulling a rope to solve the problem, or the nobles who raised female slaves and threw a whip if they did not obey. Cosmo, the Sheep's Horn Laboratory is growing rapidly, but the cancer planted by Haihime-sama has not yet been removed, and it is always a huge hidden danger, which will explode at any time, and Augustine hates the feeling of being grasped by others under his nose. Moreover, Cosmo is still too lacking in all kinds of professional talents, except for the knights barely satisfying Augustine's hidden tastes, mages, diplomats, and think tanks are all lacking, and Elizabeth is not a competent and selfless housekeeper, with the expansion of order, this will become more and more obvious, Augustine cannot do all the big and small affairs, that is not the consciousness that a leader should have, shepherds, always need a lot of sheepdogs.

In an assessment of the quality of his faith, except for the Lori Butler is an exception, only Hera has reached a high score of eighty-five, and Lady Quentin is actually only a pitiful sixty-five, which means that Augustine did not trust the little cat who majored in the Assassin minor in the Irish Book of the Dead, and in Lauder Castle, in the face of the angry Marquis of the Lion King, Augustine, who likes to plan for the worst because he is a pessimist, even considered sacrificing Lady Quentin. I believe that the smart Florentine kitten is not as tame and well-behaved as it seems. In the Empire, even the commoner literati who wrote the most touching love stories did not believe that they could climb over the wall to enter the garden of celebrities, and in this world, the right person is the unshakable mainstream, the best proof of which is that the Dong Song family, the largest executioner in Jupiter City, who is in charge of criminal law, will always only choose marriage partners in the hands of the executioner.

Augustine remembered Alice, Greenspan's princess, and couldn't help but sigh softly. He does not deny that he has a good impression of her, and for good things, Augustine never hides his possessiveness, believing that she has no shortage of good feelings for this special new neighbor and private magic teacher, but this good feeling, shrouded in suffocating shadows, that eternally delicate girl, proficient in Paya war chess, delicate but stepping on the map of the entire continent, once personally commanded a group of guests to visit the Black Swan Lake, almost made the budding cosmo become the dust of history, and even, every detail of the bloody battle just experienced was seen by her standing on the balcony of the terrace of the White Elephant Castle, she was destined not to participate in it, and became an ally of the poem。 Barbarians, forever loyal only to His Majesty the Emperor.

Augustine put away the ordinary bourbon silver coin that could not be seen as unusual, and took out the independently made gold pocket watch, this unfinished gadget, he meticulously built it for three years, he could not imagine that the former number one aristocratic young master of the Augs Song City was actually a watchmaker, the gold pocket watch has a level of craftsmanship beyond the world for half a century, when the aristocracy is still in the stage of crazy obsession with the minute repeater, this pocket watch has reached a new height of the minute repeater, from the second to the third question, it needs to be inlaid with too many delicate links, Elizabeth wants to replace this gadget in every possible way, stealing and even robbing, but it didn't succeed, even if she offered to exchange a gold subspecies, Augustine still didn't agree, and didn't even hesitate at all.

In the silence of his study, Augustine gently placed his pocket watch to his ear, listening to the light tick of the escapement and letting the time pass.

The first large-scale battle on the table ended, and the consuls achieved great victories. But the next battle is even more dangerous.

Rumor has it that the Senate will send a smaller but extraordinarily high-profile tribunal to conduct an all-round carpet review of the poetry, possibly led by the chief secretary himself. Or summon the fourth magnate of the Sacramental Congregation to Jupiter City to be questioned. Of course, this is only a "friendly" rumor that never requires the responsibility of the communicator.

Whether the rumors are true or not, Augustine is ready to go to the imperial capital because his second godson needs to be baptized.

"Augustine, I can't sleep. ”

Elizabeth, who was wearing pajamas, stood at the door of the study and said aggrievedly.

"Read a few more pages of Flowers and Blood. Augustine put his pocket watch down and smiled back.

"There are still six or seven pages left in the sequel, I am not willing to finish it!" protested the Lori housekeeper.

"Then go and play with the little boy on the edge of Black Swan Lake. Augustine said with a headache.

"A well-fed little boy is worse than a lazy pig, it's not fun. She grumbled.

Augustine said bitterly, "It has to be like that?"

She nodded vigorously.

Augustine got up with a bitter face, took her hand and came to the honey boudoir, and the little Lori jumped on the bed and lay on her stomach, holding her cheeks with a look of anticipation.

And the young monk, whose singing was always ridiculed by her for being out of tune, had to sing an unknown little song, "Lullaby".