Elizabeth dragged the newly captured heretical prey directly into the orange, and "mapped" a blood donation path on the ground. She was wondering in her heart whether to use this test to verify the power of the Irish Book of the Dead, or to use the original puppet technique to make the Great Knight into a Skeleton Knight, compared with the two, the former can ensure that her toy retains a little consciousness, just like a pet with an IQ equal to that of a human baby, but it will also derive some accidents that are far more uncontrollable than the Skeleton Knight, and there are endless cases of being eaten by crappy Necronomic products in the history of magic, in the field of magic, there is no absolute controller, even if it is level 120 + [Gods Descent] This great skill, which has almost reached the pinnacle of magic, and the sacred creatures or evil spirit species it summons, also contains great dangers.

The beleaguered Queen stood at the door of A Clockwork Orange, ignoring the gaze of pedestrians across the street, and finally she decided to let Augustine, who never made a loss-making deal, make decisions for her, and Elizabeth had not bothered to use her own brains since following him. She glanced at the tablecloth bag full of delicious food in her left hand, then at the new toy she was dragging in her right hand, and finally at the hidden dark gold dagger "Ruth Scythe", and the unpleasantness of selling the fragments of the Golden Fleece treasure map to the Pope had vanished.

The diligent Count of Marseille did not know how to find a luxurious carriage that was both decent and luxurious and covered with goose-down duvets and hand-woven carpets of Emperor Pojin before the Lord of the Sacraments walked out of the Orange, and finally he had an idea, handed over his rose-red carriage, and then asked his men to go to some secret box of A Clockwork Orange to get a fine velvet bedding, and the Count of Marseille stood outside the Clockwork Orange Gate like a servant and gave orders, for fear of delaying the young referee to go to the carriage to "decide" the beautiful heretic Hera = Bolsefleur.

When the carriage was ready, what to do with the bloodied knight became a problem for the Count of Marseille, who did not feel that the shabby but clean sacramental magician was perverted enough to make a dead man lie down beside him, and then go and discuss the doctrine "in depth" with André's daughter, but the man quickly gave a frightening suggestion from the Count of Marseille: "Wrap it in a cloth and tie it to the bottom of the carriage." ”

One of Alpha City's most striking symbols, the main carriage of the Rose Red City, slowly drove out of the Raven Bazaar towards the Lolita Slave Market.

It wasn't until the carriage had completely driven out of the Bee Street that the Count of Marseille straightened up and bowed slightly, the flattery that had been piled up on his fat face faded little by little, and his right hand, which had a large jade ring on each finger, rubbed his chin, and the shrewd lord of the city was calculating whether the deal was worth it.

He didn't feel sorry for his beloved carriage with many private collections, a young man who could make the "imperial prostitute" (the classic words of the young master Nero of the Pompeii family in the imperial capital) Helen's family give up a huge amount of money to do favors, a new face of Marceau who could perform "purification" and "redemption" alone, and a carriage that could make a certain force in the sacrament ministry not feel bad for the sinful clockwork orange, it was enough.

The Count of Marseille's face suddenly changed slightly, looked up at the end of Bee Street, thoughtfully, he got reliable news from the Administrator some time ago, all the members and institutions of the Inquisition in the northwest of Marceau are retreating, even including the three major organizations of the Ministry of the Sacraments, which are largely not subject to the laws of the Empire, so a large area including Alpha has appeared a strange vacuum, so that Alpha has become the most corrupt place of joy in the province of Marceau, the "paradise for the fallen", Count Marseille frowned and said: " So, what does it mean for Alpha City to have a Sacramental figure who dares to brazenly show his strength in front of half of Marceau's nobles?"

He decided to send a message to his partner to deal with such thorny matters involving religion and politics, and the devil's arms dealer who had made a fortune in war had always excelled.

In the cheerful time when the Count of Marseille returned the clockwork orange chamber to count the money, Hera Bolseforler was thrown into the carriage by Augustine but was in hell, she wore special shackles on her hands and feet, because she was a rare high-level dual-class master, so the seal was also double, she was first at the apex of the Grand Knight class and a tulip mage to [severe] her [Source of Faith] ritual, and then forced to swallow a potion that imprisons the nuclear weight, and the perfect potion of a potion is 3 days, which means that Hera has 24 hours to regain her freedom in the arcane link.

But the problem is that not to mention 24 hours, even 24 minutes is enough for a man without physical defects to do countless things to a beautiful woman.

Elizabeth, who was in a good mood, was not jealous, shrouded in black robes, and drove a four-horse carriage that was seriously out of step with her delicate body. She stuffed cheese into her mouth while humming a little ballad that Augustine had helped her write and arrange.

I lost the black rose thorn, I have the coffin music box, I am the cute little shaman, oh la la~

I threw away the plasma crystal bottle, I bought the candy cross, I am an elegant little lady, oh la la~

I threw the sword and shield, I hid the pink lipstick jar, I am the innocent little Lori, oh la la~

......

Wonderful was just Miss Elizabeth's mood, and Miss Hera was close to breaking down.

The evil Rothonchild heir really got on the car and began to attack her, in the purest way, directly stripping clothes, Hera has lived since she was a child that any mediocre book will be turned over in the Saxon forest, so the insults she thinks are lethal are no different from praise in Augustine's ears, and her body that has lost the strength of the great knight, in addition to the elastic feel, the occasional punches and kicks are also an itch for Augustine, whose body is far stronger than that of ordinary mages, maybe waiting for "obedience" Miss Hera, having seen his daily combat practice with the lame Ares and Elizabeth, knew that this kind of moment, not to make a sound, not to resist, was the best choice.

In addition to being sealed for the first time after being captured, Hera has always treated her well, so in terms of food and clothing, it is far better than the simple life of the Saxons, such as her hand-woven silk robe that was savagely taken off by Augustine, and the silk came from the closed but rich eastern gold and butter land "Peacock Empire", and after the robe was removed, Hera's beautiful naked body was exposed to the carpet in the carriage, and it was unobstructed.

Hera shielded the spring light on her chest with one hand, and protected the abyss of desire below with the other that could drive men crazy.

Sure enough, Augustine just reached out and stroked her thighs, which were far longer than the average woman's.

He didn't even give Hera a chance to bite off his tongue when he kissed, and he barely took something to cover her face, which was actually very good.

When Augustine's calloused palms covered the skin of Hera's smooth and round inner thighs, the female knight, who was biting her lip, couldn't help but tremble instinctively.

A simple woman like her, who doesn't even understand what love is, after her dignity has been trampled, her strength has been imprisoned, and her future has been destroyed, how can she have the luxury of using her pure and beautiful unmined virgin body to resist a hand that can write the most beautiful font in the empire, play the piano, and hold a spear every day to train strength control?

"This is a pair of works of art that can make beautiful legs crazy. Augustine chuckled, and the laughter seemed to be compliment, but also mockery.

Hera closed her eyes.

She struggled not to let the tears of weakness flow out of her eyes.

She knew that as soon as she cried, she would lose the final battle.

"For the survival of others, for the sake of justice in one's own mind, to challenge an imperial giant who is not destined to fall, and live like a mindless ant, is it meaningful?" Augustine said softly, leaning over to stare at the woman with her eyes closed, the evil hand that blasphemed the Saxon goddess still did not stop moving, still teasing the proud and persistent woman below him without hurrying.

If she can be born in a big imperial family, she is destined to be a glorious heir, and when she reaches the imperial capital, which is most keen on touting beauties and suppressing geniuses, she is also a queen-level celebrity surrounded by male magnates. It is a pity that fate cannot assume that the son of a traitor, the daughter of a great heresy, is lying in a carriage up and down.

Hera did not reply.

Resisting the shame of morality and the temptation of the body had exhausted the female knight in the most fragile stage of her soul, and she did not want to have any ideological communication with this vile and treacherous young imperial nobleman and the archon of darkness, and as for the physical level, she did not want to, but the initiative was all in the hands of the other party.

He weighed heavily on her all at once.

Hera's body trembled violently, as his hand stayed only a few centimeters away from her mysterious garden, and she could even clearly feel the roughness of the calluses in his palms, and before she knew it, her body had developed its most sensitive state.

Hera was ready to meet the invasion of this greatest enemy, and from the first day of capture, she had been prepared, originally thinking that it would be some bloated nobleman with a big belly, or a young knight who did not participate in the holy war and only rubbed oil at the end of the battle, but she didn't expect that it would be him.

But at the desperate moment when Hera struggled to pull out a wry smile, she found that the man lying on top of her had not followed up, she continued to wait for a minute, opened her eyes gently, and tried to push him away, but found that it didn't take much strength to push the incomparably powerful archon in her impression to her side.

Hera sat up and was surprised to find Augustine lying quietly on an expensive and comfortable little wool carpet like death, and the most striking thing was his bloodless pale face.

In fact, the truth is not far from here, Augustine took a mouthful of Heroin-level poppy hot springs before he took the first step in the Clockwork Orange Hall, and he swallowed a little bit every time he used magic, especially the [Redemption] that could be called a miracle, so that he almost fell on the spot, after all, the top conch poppy hot springs could not save him the terrible suffocation feeling of the nuclear weight from instant depletion to instant fullness, which was a trauma to the human body function itself, you must know that Augustine almost instantly killed a hunter with superior force value.

Now the price of his victory came to him, and he had to face a naked woman who saw him as his number one enemy, and whose clothes he had stripped of with his own hands.

Hera stretched out her hand for the first time, and suddenly stopped at Augustine's neck, she looked at the sleeping and peaceful face, and considered a question that shook her faith, why did she kill a man who had never really hurt herself?

Killing him, the fourth archon of the Holy See, would be tantamount to eradicating a potential natural enemy in the Saxon forest.

I'm really a mindless ant.

Hera smiled bitterly, but my ant killed your elephant, Augustine, didn't I?

She reached out and grabbed Augustine by the neck.

As soon as he tried to exert himself, Hera Bouseforler flew upside down, slammed into the wall of the carriage, and then collapsed on the carpet.

"Stupid vase, there are few women in this world who can keep Augustine the little fox on his back. Elizabeth, who was driving the carriage, sneered softly when she heard the noise, "Now it's all right, lovely long-legged female knight, and then you are blessed." ”

Elizabeth consciously snapped off two small pieces of cheese with her fingernails and stuffed them into her ears.