Augustine stopped the Lich King's irritability, motioned for Fiona to go to the Pope's antique shop alone, and he looked at the two Champs-Elysée tourists in front of him, a hunchbacked short old man, dressed in a dress not common in the Empire, looking simple and shabby, and beside him stood a strong woman who highlighted the old man's thinness even more, hidden in a wide black robe, her face was not beautiful, but she had a pair of striking silver-white eyes, and a strange pattern and a circle of runes were engraved in the center of her smooth forehead, like a craft sculpture, lifeless. Augustine laughed and explained, "That's not the ambition of an ordinary monk. ”

The old man, who was not dignified but a little obscene, said with a smile: "Young man, do you mind spending a few Bourbon coins to ask an old man from afar to smoke a roll of tobacco? ”

Augustine dug into his pocket and said with a smile: "I just have a few silver coins on me, as long as you don't mind me, a poor bastard, I can only ask you to smoke a few rolls of the cheapest tobacco from Champs-Elysées." ”

The old man laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth that happened to be missing front teeth, looking a little funny, and said happily, "If the Holy Empire were as hospitable as you, a young monk, many problems would not be problems. ”

Listen to the tone is not the old man of the people of the empire, the mysterious maid. Augustine, the "Viscount" of the Lich King, who is wary and hostile to the old man. Coming to an elegantly decorated bookstore by the riverside, Augustine picked a window seat on the second floor, and asked for two cups of black tea and three rolls of the cheapest tobacco in the store, these two luxuries that had only become popular in the empire in the past fifty years, from the distant Mauryan Dynasty, and shipped and loaded with porcelain, the old man was not polite, he struck a match, lit tobacco, took a deep breath, and his face was full of intoxication, Augustine was not interested in such a pastime that ranked among the top ten of the aristocracy, but only drank black tea slowly, looking out the window at the idyllic scenery, the Champs-Elysée obviously did not welcome a rule-breaker who did not know how to be politeMany old magicians were angry and jumped to their feet and scolded him for defiling the last piece of pure land in Alpha City, believing that many letters of accusation had been sent to the desks of the big men in the imperial capital. Before sitting down, Augustine pulled out a copy of "The White Walls of Led Zeppelin", which tells the history of magic, on the bookshelf of the staircase, and flipped through it gently. The old man gulped down free tobacco, the best thing in the world, after all, it was still a free thing, he finished smoking a roll of tobacco, spit out the last smoke ring, and finally broke the silence, "Hospitable young man, don't you wonder who I am?"

Augustine stopped reading, looked up and smiled, "I'm curious, but I'm not sure if I'm willing to give you the answer if I asked." ”

The old man rolled his eyes, "What a familiar aristocratic tone." If it weren't for the two rolls of tobacco on the table, I would have patted my ass and left. ”

Augustine thought for a while, called the bookstore owner, signed a roll of fine tobacco on credit, the boss saw the name with Rotonchild, his face changed drastically, he fled immediately with the bill, and told the servant to get a roll of the best tobacco in the collection, the old man saw the excellent quality of tobacco at a glance, his eyes lit up, and he immediately couldn't wait to light it, took a deep breath, sighed in surprise, and said with a smile: "Now you just beat me, and I won't leave." ”

Augustine shook his head and quipped: "I don't dare to beat a distant guest from the Caucasus, because the whole epic continent knows that the Caucasus has one of the most protective protectors." ”

The old man grinned, "Young man, do you mean that bad old man in old Rome? You must have read too many boring books or heard too much praise from bards, and these guys who cheat money with pen and mouth have never been to that ghost place in the Caucasus." Old Rome only likes to look at the big ass of young noblewomen, round and round, just like your retinue just now. The Caucasian who said good things about him was either a successful merchant who swindled gold coins from the trade zone, or an out-of-town banker who sucked blood more than a vampire,"

Augustine shook his head and said, "I have been to the Caucasus and stayed for most of the year, and the Grand Duke of Rome is indeed a qualified gatekeeper of the kingdom. Tramps don't lie, whoever fills their bellies will say good things about them. ”

Augustine became more and more curious about the old man in front of him, spoke with the accent of the indigenous people of the Caucasus, and dared to speak ill of the old Roman archduke, was the out-and-out old nobleman who had been ostracized? It's not like the little bastard of Augs in the Empire's overwhelming rumors, or the executioner of the Night's Watch. I have come to the Holy Empire in a hurry to find you. First of all, can you get your dark minions out of the darkness? You see, I haven't hidden anything from you. An old man like me likes to see something new. ”

Augustine smiled and nodded. Dimmit, who has the heart of a saint and is not afraid of the sun, appears in the corner, and retracts his bat wings, no different from ordinary human nobles.

The old man sighed, "Poor Setus has finally received a new prince, and the 11 races awaiting trial must not like this fact. ”

Augustine suppressed the shock in his heart, if at the beginning of the conversation, the old man only showed a certain degree of rich experience, then now he easily sensed Dimmit's breath, and casually said the inside story of the immortal seed, Augustine's tense body did not dare to relax. He has too many enemies, all of them are good at wearing bizarre masks. Moreover, the old man was still able to call the Grand Duke of Rome a bad old man, and to describe Setus as a poor mysterious fellow. If Augustine hadn't had the Lich King and Dimmit as his entourage, he would never have dared to sit opposite the old man seemingly easily, and this feeling of being shrouded in the unknown was uncomfortable. The sturdy maid behind the old man said a string of obscure words, and the old man listened sideways, looked at Augustine, and said with a smile: "Hemmel said that you have a familiar smell of her, and it seems that the holy surrender of St. Urban is a fact, not a small trick by a disadvantaged nobleman to fool Jupiter City in order to raise his worth." Young man, you are the second creature in your empire besides Jerome's old rascal to amaze me. ”

Augustine took a sip of the black tea that almost squirted out of his mouth. The master of the Arcanist, the most majestic mountain in the entire history of the Arcane, St. Jerome, should be called an old rascal? I have the impression that the teacher of the godfather Ieta is hardworking, silent, and noble, and everything has nothing to do with the old rascal. The only time Augustine had a face-to-face conversation with the man who had climbed the view playing card was in a small church that was not well known, and the old man was plain and peaceful, not at all like an old man with a sacred title, if he should be in awe of the world of dragons and magic, but so should he be with such old people. Of course, that private conversation, St. Jerome did not get the results he wanted, and in the old man's opinion, he was trying to protect a child who had lost the shadow of his family's wings, and to train a young arcanist with potential.

Augustine put down his teacup and sighed, "I have also guessed your identity, the patron saint of the Caucasus, the Grand Duke of Rome." ”

The old man snapped his fingers, and an old and not-so-serious smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "Clever little Augustine, then let me be blunt, if you give me this new species of puppet, I will promise you one condition." ”

The Lich King, who was once the new puppet king and an admirer of old Rome, could not bear to be treated as a trading item, and was completely angry, and all kinds of elements violently converged, full of restless jumps and combinations, and once it broke out, this bookstore was estimated to cease to exist. This time Augustine did not stop him, but the woman behind the old man just recited a Gularan word and eliminated everything, and this time Augustine, who was proficient in Gularan, understood and was "dispersed". The viscount looked horrified. The old man grinned, rolled his eyes, and muttered, The current juniors are really impatient, no wonder they became duke-level puppeteers and were finally made into puppets by others. Ignoring the Viscount's fears, he reluctantly smoked the cheap tobacco and said, "Introduction, Hemer, my little princess, is the official 'monster' of the Titans, to clarify, she is not half angel and half human, but two-thirds angel and one-third human. ”

Both Viscount and Dimmit's faces twitched.

Augustine smiled bitterly: "Old Rome, I'm sorry I can't give you the viscount, it's the personal belongings of a friend of mine. ”

The old man glared and said, "You actually refuse my kindness?"

The legendary figure, the demigod puppet behind the Grand Duke of Rome, slowly takes off his cloak.

This inexplicable skirmish was more of a headache for Augustine than all the enemies in the land of Black Swan Lake combined.

But Augustine still nodded and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit it." ”

The old man suddenly lowered his voice and said, "That friend of yours, is it a woman?"

Augustine nodded, secretly ready to flee for his life.

Fighting against the Roman Grand Duke, who rivaled the Titan Empire with the strength of one person, the odds of victory are infinitely close to zero.

The old man laughed, the solemn atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and he said, "Understood, who hasn't been young." ”

Augustine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old Roman archduke sighed softly: "A young man who will not refuse, but not a lovely young man." A young man who doesn't say no to some shit bigwigs isn't a funny young man either. I am alive today because I have turned down many seemingly tempting invitations like you. ”

Augustine smiled: "It should be me like you, I am the young man." ”

The old man cursed: "It's another hateful aristocratic tone." ”

Augustine said calmly: "After all, I am from Rotonchild. ”

The old man groaned, lost in thought.

Augustine narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Old Rome, I asked you to smoke four rolls of tobacco, can I ask you some small questions about puppetry, and black magic?"

The Grand Duke of Rome looked embarrassed, coughed a few times, and said: "I'm not good at solving difficult problems, I've always been a mess about the combination of words, when I was young, I was given a low score by the invigilator when I was assessed by the Magic Guild, and then made an exception for the interview, and the professors also said that they couldn't understand it at all, alas, because of this, I gave up on myself, went astray, and chose the damn puppetry." For so many years, there has not been a beautiful lady who is willing to have dinner with a puppeteer who is neither handsome nor funny. By the time I got a baby dragon, I simply didn't even have some old friends. ”

Augustine hesitated, asked Dimiit to ask for pen and paper, and quickly drew a sketch, the old man was just thinking about how to smoke some free tobacco at first, but after glancing at the pattern from the smoke, he figured out the clue, the colorful world of spells, once entering the advanced level, often has a certain understanding of the adjacent area, such as the magician and the arcanist, not two circles without intersection, St. Jerome himself is a magician who has won the tulip badge, as for the strength, most of them have reached the level of the golden clover, but all this is covered by his unparalleled arcane achievements。 Old Rome's eyes became heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't help but take the drawings, throw away the tobacco, and said softly: "How many years have you not seen this pattern? Fifty years? Sixty years?"