In the entire underground castle of Brother Shi, it seems that only the descendant of this artist who is good at drilling camps dares to take the initiative to get close to the archon. Most of the other girls don't dare, the descendants of the Marquis of Plantagenet, Juliet will show disdain, and Jane will be pure envy.

Augustine's private desk has a data sheet of the girls' various stages, the highest starting point is Agatha Juliet and a girl named Potty, the steepest growth curve is the most inconspicuous Jane, but overall, there is no pure genius in this group of girls, their future achievements are only a sword butterfly badge, unless someone is quite lucky, to step on the threshold of level 10, which makes Augustine very helpless, if Agatha's spell potential is directly proportional to her smoothness, it is interesting. This is the biggest gap between the three old institutions of the Cosmo and the Inquisition, the essence of this thing, it always takes up to a hundred years or even longer to accumulate, no matter how precious Hera's mysterious attributes are, it can't make Cosmo suddenly emerge a wave of elite knights or elite mages, Augustine who is slowly moving forward sighed in his heart, looking up at a stone sculpture of Athena Aquarius that is still being shaped, that is the eye of Aquarius's single magic array, he remembered the Gaza Miao he knew in his childhood, that is the real magic genius, and now the secret institution in the Royal Academy of Magic"Torch" further study, known as the black obsidian, nicknamed "witch", Augustine in the nuclear weight by the "Möbius ring" imprisoned period, at first she was ridiculed as mentally retarded, magic imbecile, after getting acquainted, she converged her innate sense of superiority, it is estimated that now she is the highest school of magic in the empire, is already a strong existence that is looked up to by ordinary geniuses.

Thinking of the Gakka Miao, who had visited him at the Theological Seminary of Maiola, Augustine inevitably recalled the freckled dead fat man Reinhardt, also a fat man, this seemingly erotic but actually single-minded little fat man was obviously much more endearing than Archbishop Ram, and besides, this war maniac was already an outstanding young nobleman who had won the Order of Iron Oak, and was the culprit who dragged Hera Bolsefal out of the Saxon forest single-handedly, and they were rare warm memories of Augustine's childhood and youth. Agatha didn't understand what the consul was thinking, but the fool could see that the young man was in a good mood, and that was enough, and every bold approach she made was a bargaining chip for her potential majesty among the girls, and Agatha felt very satisfied, and she felt that if one day, she could get closer, a little closer, she would be mad with joy, and now every time she carefully conceived a short conversation, she had an urge to reach out and touch him, each time it became more and more intense, and her soul trembled with excitement。

Agatha closed her eyes and licked the corners of her mouth as she instructed her companion to draw the map.

It's like a precocious politician, quietly tasting alternative power.

Fili, the deputy head of the Knights, ran over and said piously and humbly: "Order, give me another week, and I will be able to complete your request, which is 20 days less than your scheduled time." ”

Commander of the Order, which is another name for the leader of the cosmo.

Hera came up with it, and it quickly spread among the Knights. More unique than the archons, after all, no matter how scarce the archcons of the Vatlantican Holy See are, there are still four.

Augustine retracted his gaze and nodded, "Fili, do you have a wish that you want to achieve?"

Augustine doesn't seem to be a stingy boss who casually gives a good blueprint, but the Red Glove of the Night's Watch knows a thing about it, and every time the executioner throws hope in a desperate situation, it is basically not disappointed.

Fili looked apprehensive and at a loss.

For the knights who have been reduced to selling to the Lolita market, the master in front of him is a little too far away, he is not the group of girls who are mostly vague about the power of the empire, he knows what it means to be a giant who nominally stands shoulder to shoulder with the golden spear saint Levisdun, in the Holy Empire, death does not mean the final tragedy, being dragged into the sacramental ministry is, Fili's fear of the sacrament ministry has not diminished in the slightest because of the proximity to the cosmo. He stared wide-eyed at the mythical picture of the little girl next to his master summoning the "dragon" to fight, Fili is not a fool, he is a knight with an exceptionally superior scale and quality of faith, and his intelligence data is not bad.

Augustine laughed, "For example, a woman, or a set of valuable knightly equipment. ”

Filri, who was covered in sweat, scratched his head honestly and said, "I have always hoped that I can have a decent knight's temple ivory sword in this life." ”

Augustine nodded and said, "Next time you go to Alpha City, I will ask Captain Hera to personally help you choose a high-level knight's standard sword." ”

After making a knightly salute, Fili departed humbly.

On his way to the underground castle, Augustine asks Lady Quentin a small question, "If Fili becomes a knight of the holy coffin, will he still be able to respect Cosmo?"

Lady Quentin said carefully, "If the answer is no, will you punish this loyal knight?"

Augustine laughed, "I'm not that boring, Lady Quentin, do you think I'm a little nobleman who has nothing to do?"

Mrs. Quentin said honestly, "Then my answer is no." ”

After Augustine opened the mechanism, he slowly walked up the spiral staircase and said to himself, "When I was working for the Night's Watch, I realized that it is not perfect to rely on the fear of the members of the organization to support loyalty, and the fatal thing is that Cosmo cannot create the sense of belonging that the three institutions have precipitated for the time being. ”

Mrs. Quentin hesitated for a moment and said, "May I speak?"

Augustine walked over to the first concentric balustrade, looked up at the dormant St. Urban, and said, "Of course. ”

Lady Quentin said tentatively: "There is a place called the Confessional Hall in the Pope's Hall, and the members of the Inquisition need to go there at different intervals according to different levels to receive conversations with the full-time godfathers. ”

Augustine was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Oh, this is called brainwashing. ”

Very strange and strange words.

Mrs. Quentin got used to his leap-thinking mind.

Augustine turned to her with an appreciative smile and said, "You gave a very good general direction." There is a world where there is a profession called marketing, and there is a kind of person called a success scientist, all of whom are proficient in brainwashing. ”

Mrs. Quentin is confused, which world?

"By the way, I'm going to create a library, and when you have time, you'll write about your experience with the Assassins and the Irish Book of the Dead, and I'll also ask Hera to write some arcane insights, which will be the library's first collection of books, Lady Quentin, and you'll be the first female writer in the cosmo, honored?" Augustine teased.

"I'm not good at writing. Lady Quentin said with rare shyness.

"You don't need beautiful words, it's not lyrical poetry, the more simple and easy to understand, the better, the only requirement is to be straightforward and straightforward. Cosmo will never raise court poets. Augustine laughed.

He likes to squeeze 100% of the value of each chess piece, for example, Viscount Heber's mistress, Lady Fiona, was asked by him to write down some of the complete commercial means of Lauder's underground trade, and Louis Butler, who is also the public lover of Marceau County, Viscount Heber, also needs to write about the operation process of the Mississixi private arena, Cosmo not only needs warriors and mages, but also a large number of unpopular professionals, Fiona is undoubtedly the best of the imperial mistresses, the first-class Sharon Queen, Augustine has a plan that is still in the conception stage, to create a gray organization similar to "that world" Kkeb "swallow" and "crow" within the order, so that Fiona, who is skilled in bed, and Louis, who is familiar with the qualities that male pets should have, are indispensable, and this kind of profession cannot be trained by Augustine, a knight who majored in [saints].

Mrs. Quentin went to her room to have a headache, which was originally a headache for dramatists and poets. Augustine was about to visit Elizabeth's lair on the 8th basement floor, when Lori, unwilling to be lonely, exclaimed, "I'm going to write too." ”

Augustine said politely, "Are you sure you can read what you wrote a minute ago?"

Her writing, no matter how serious she is, is miserable.

Lori said deflated: "I'll dictate, and you will write it on your behalf." ”

Augustine ignored it.

Lori took a step back and said aggrievedly: "I can pay my salary, one letter and one copper plate." ”

Augustine remained silent.

Lori gritted her teeth and said, "One letter and one Bourbon coin." ”

Augustine was unmoved.

Lori said frantically: "Caesar gold!"

Augustine smiled gentlemanly and said, "Deal." ”

The little shaman walked into the lair in a huff, this was the first time Augustine had returned to her lair, and it was not as damp, dark and bloody as he imagined, Augustine actually rejected this huge hall that had been carved out as a lair, because occasionally he would still remember Elizabeth of the Great Shaman's time, the bloody queen who had brought many wars to the Night's Watch, and was always cruel, bloodthirsty, and Tough hook, far less mischievous and cute than the current spoiled Lori, her image is getting farther and farther away from being expected to become the second shaman queen of the Muse Continent, obviously Augustine doesn't want her to regain the face of the blood queen, even if it is her truest side. The nest is not so much a nest as a boudoir for a little noblewoman, with four walls covered with precious oil paintings looted from everywhere, a large baroque bed in the center of the hall, God knows how she made it, a set of combination cabinets in the corner of the hall, neatly arranged with a variety of jewels from the Plantagenet workshop, lipstick and lipstick piled up next to the dressing mirror, and two copies of "Flowers and Blood", which are popular among mainland noblewomen , plus porcelain from the Orient, large woolen carpets from the Caucasus, just looking at these, there is really no difference from ordinary human ladies and ladies.

But the remaining three corners are not so beautiful, rows and rows of countless crystal bottle containers, filled with blood, A mixture of elemental liquids and rare metals, a cumbersome device that should be called a machine, sophisticated, cold, blooming with a heavy and cold brilliance that does not match shamanism, a huge desk cluttered with thick research materials, all records of flashes of inspiration, scribbled to the point that even she herself had to make out in hindsight, and under a wall stood 9 glass bottles of various sizes, in which the body of the heretic knight Descartes, the elite Saxon knight who died for the goddess Hera, was soaked, except for the body of this human knight in the research stage, and the body of a duke-level puppeteer floating in the largest glass bottle, as well as the substantial soul of his ethereal state, wrapped around the body, wailing, and the outer seal of the glass bottle was engraved with dense shamanic runes, the shaman has always been far ahead of other black magic in the realm of soul extraction, even the most authoritative alchemy in the Epic Continent, it cannot be compared.

Augustine walked up to the glass bottle and looked at the tormented soul, and little Lori said triumphantly: "This is the great crystallization of combining your human black magic and our muse shamanism, the new kind, the lich, the little Poseidon and the little Apollo that have been activated are only half-finished, this will be my pinnacle work, it will be the first Lich King in history." ”

Augustine laughed, "Well, I'll admit you're smarter than me. ”

Little Lori laughed.

Touching and cruel.

Augustine pointed to "Descartes" and asked, "How many levels can it be made into a skeleton knight, and how much higher is it than the Sayuri developed by Miss Philey?"

Miss Elizabeth sighed and lamented, "Barely reached the critical point of level 18, and it is still far from the knight of the holy coffin. ”

Augustine was shocked: "Class 18, a terrible result. ”

The little Lori who pursues perfection pouted and said dissatisfied: "But the growth of this toy is too bad, there is no way to compare with the lich, otherwise I would have pulled it out to play." ”

Augustine looked at Descartes, who had awakened again as a level 18 dragon knight, and said softly, "I think this Saxon heretic should be content. ”

Lori smiled: "Yes, after becoming a toy, he must have killed more ants than he did in the Saxon Forest when he was alive." In that case, he had to thank Miss Ben. ”

Augustine walked to the glass bottle at the very side, the smallest, dark and chaotic, and it was impossible to see the objects inside, because the outer edge of the glass was not only engraved with runic patterns, but also symbolized "restraint" and "imprisonment" The large and small gamma magic array, as well as a large area of the Irish undead contract book, and some bright red shaman spells that even Augustine is unfamiliar with, which is more full of evil aura than the glass bottle containing the duke-level puppeteer, Augustine stretched out his hand and stuck it on the alchemy-strengthened glass, but he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation, Queen Elizabeth smiled mysteriously: "This is the lady's secret." ”

Augustine no longer inquired, withdrew his hand, rubbed his temples and said: "The White Elephant Castle has sent me a message, there is a wave of highly disciplined dark species coming to Black Swan Lake, lecch, hybrid half-orcs, blood gnomes, in short, what the empire has, all here. It's a huge circus. ”

She smiled and said, "It just so happens that my lichs are hungry, and the weak souls of humans can't feed them. The essence of the lich species is to absorb and absorb, and the failed products of the sheep's horn also need to be enriched by actual combat. It's a shame that a top lab doesn't have a lot of proprietary data. ”

Augustine said gloomily: "It's not the circus that has a headache, it's the Faculty of Thought." ”

Elizabeth screamed nervously in excitement, "That Secretary of State is finally going to war with you?"

Augustine shook his head and said, "The intelligence from Jupiter City is that the Senate has dispatched a review team, and the specifications are average, and the good show should be yet to come." ”

She regretted: "If it weren't for her, I'm not interested." ”

There are very few human women in the Holy Empire who can be interested in the little queen, and the housekeeper of the Rudolph family, Catherina, is counted as one, but the first in line is the chief secretary of state of the empire who sent Prince Otis to the torture hall and participated in the trial, Queen Goschel.