The royal palace of the Holy Empire has led the kingdom for decades and countless enduring trends, but the court itself is not luxurious, in terms of the size of the garden, it is far less than the center of the night watchman's center, it is as magnificent and beautiful as the angelic garden of heaven, in terms of the number and height of the churches, not to mention the several large monasteries of the Church Council, even some county and provincial seminaries and the private estates of the imperial nobles in the suburbs cannot be compared, the only thing in the royal palace that can be used is the owl fountain, which can appear after every rain, and is the only magnificent scenery in the imperial palace that can match its status, the youngest daughter of Jupiter the GreatPrincess Ralph has loved to play here since she was a child, and when she was a child, she was in her father's arms with her little head up, and when she could walk alone, she used to sneak out of the class in the middle of a boring and tedious etiquette class, and whether there was a rainbow or not, she could stay all afternoon, until His Majesty the Emperor, who was diligent in government affairs, had to come and hold her daughter's little hand in person. Today, after a heavy rain, Princess Ralph sat on a bench with a copy of the Sumerian Code under her delicate buttocks, which she had been told by a certain ceremonial lady to take care of , It's just that there is a relative sitting next to the little princess who is as lovely as her father, Prince Colum, what makes the princess feel sad is that after her brother comes home from a distant battlefield, she always likes to frown, no matter how hard she tries to reach out to soothe his frowning brows, no matter how many jokes she tells that can make her roll on the bed for a long time, it won't be long before her brother will continue to frown, which makes the carefree little princess who wants everyone around her to be carefree feel very helpless, is this growing up? Do you need to be unhappy when you grow up? It's terrible to grow up. For the first time, she felt that she should steal less snacks. For the current Princess Ralph, growing up is something more terrible than the empress who kills people on horseback herself, and the dragon who likes to take the princess away the most.

Prince Colum was compiling a manuscript of his own writing, tentatively titled "The Table of Deaths in Jupiter City and the Neighboring Counties," subtitled "The Twins of Nature and Politics," and on his return from the south, he began to study the birth and death rates of the imperial capital and several counties, but he was still hesitant to hand over the unorthodox "Table of Deaths" to his father. He and his sister's common brother, Schopenhauer, the crown prince of the empire, handed in a wonderful paper on the transfer of power of the imperial nobility some time ago, and both his father and the prime minister gave it a high evaluation, and Columne was very happy about this, he admired this brother who was evaluated by the empire as the most like His Majesty the Emperor since he was a child, and of course hoped that this brother, who had protected him countless times, would be able to make achievements in politics, Crown Prince Schopenhauer was recognized as the best heir to the throne, praised as a brave knight, a wise thinker, who found a golden balance between conservative and radical, Prince Columne was more convinced than anyone else that his brother would be able to bring greater proud achievements to the empire in the future, and, This brother really loves himself and his sister Ralph, in the court stage play that has staged countless bloody tragedies, here in the Holy Empire, it is simply too boring and monotonous for onlookers, but this is the happiest thing for Prince Columbia, who stood on the edge of the stage and watched his father and brother in the center of the stage, as soon as he thought of this, Colum, who had just been awarded the title of an official knight, showed a smiling face, and the little princess, who had been secretly observing his brother's expression, immediately became happy, Prince Columne turned his head to look at his sister who was supporting his cheeks, put the manuscript on his knees, reached out and patted the little princess's red face, and said dotingly: "Ralph, Mr. Iroko, who teaches mechanics, is angry with you, be careful that His Majesty the Emperor will punish you to copy the prologue of the Book of Revelation three times, and you will not be allowed to ask me for help when the time comes. ”

The little princess grimaced and said, "If you don't help me copy the prologue, I'll go to your room at night and let you tell ten fairy tales in one go!"

Columne had a headache, and no matter how many stories he told, he was now so tragic that he had to make up his own lame fairy tales, ten, which was more laborious than writing a purely academic "Death Table".

At the moment when Colum was successfully threatened, a guy who was qualified to come to the hinterland of the palace through the heavy guard slapped Prince Columne and the little princess on the head, and Ralph didn't need to look up to know that it was Schopenhauer, rolled his eyes, and didn't make a sound. It's strange that she hasn't been very close to this crown prince since she was a child, even if he is her own brother, probably because young children are the most sensitive to the blood on knights, and there is an innate sense of alienation. Prince Columne raised his head and smiled, without greeting affectionately, but for the somewhat withdrawn Columne, it was not perfunctory at all, Schopenhauer was very familiar with this brother's temper and thin face, and threw him a collection of papers sandwiched under his arm, sat on the chair, stretched and said: "It is a new work of Cardinal Maupassant, there are only two copies, one was given to the Vatlantican Ministry of Faith, and one was sent to my father's desk, my father just asked me to hand it over to you to borrow, and I flipped through it on the way here, and it was very boring, except for the "Teachings" and more than 400 inferential examinations of theological and philosophical questions, even if published, would not sell a few copies. ”

Prince Columne smiled, "I'm sorry for delaying your arrival with your good friend Napoleon." ”

Prince Schopenhauer laughed and put his arms around his brother's neck, which was really slender, indeed, some ladies and ladies could not compare with the appearance and figure of this younger brother, he was too weak, so even if little Colum was already a knight and had already participated in the war, Schopenhauer was still used to treating him as a fledgling fledgling who needed his own careful protection, and half-hugged his younger brother, Schopenhauer lowered his voice and said: "Columne, you really don't plan to approach Aphrodite?" Napoleon may be a good friend of mine, but you are my own brother, and of course I hope that you will win the favor of the young moon goddess of the Empire, and if you can succeed, I promise you anything!"

Colum smiled bitterly: "Don't embarrass me, that young lady of the Northern Aowufu family, even you can refuse, I am simply adding an inconspicuous loser to the army of suitors, not to mention that I don't like such a girl, it's too good for me." ”

Schopenhauer glared at him and said, "Admitting failure without pursuit is not at all like my younger brother!"

Colum teased: "Then you should go and recognize Constantine as your younger brother." ”

Schopenhauer was stunned, and his already relaxed strong arms hugged the unassuming brother again, and threatened: "Boy, you dare to ridicule me, believe it or not, I will immediately go and leak your heroic deeds of wetting the bed at the age of nine to others?"

Colum blushed and said, "Anyway, when the time comes, the imperial capital will just say how funny Schopenhauer's younger brother is, I don't care, your reputation will definitely be damaged more than mine." ”

The imperial crown prince laughed angrily, and finally just pinched his brother's nose affectionately, sighed and let go of Colum, and sat upright again, if Prince Columne's sitting posture label is quiet, is full of thinking atmosphere of literati, then Prince Schopenhauer has a distinct military color, perseverance and tenacity, in the empire, except for Pompey, the more degenerate playboy grows older and more degenerate earlier than the crown prince to go to the battlefield and kill, no child of a big family can ride a horse and hold a spear like Schopenhauer, the ten-year-old future master of the empire, under the personal teaching of His Majesty the current emperor, learned to ride and fight, and rode a pure-blooded war horse tamed by him when he was a teenager, began to accumulate military exploits without water, such as the battle of the Red Gogol Plain, if it were not for the glorious hills were too tragic and too sad, and the performance of Rommel in the later war was too terrifying and eye-catching, the entire empire was destined to be impressed by the knightly demeanor of the crown prince, for this irresistible fate, Schopenhauer did not have much anger, except that he had always disliked the fat knight, for Rommel, Schopenhauer has always admired it, hoping to be included in his youth army camp, in the conversation with his father just now, he clearly expressed his support for Rommel as the deputy commander of the Grand Army, and His Majesty the Emperor seems to appreciate the overall situation of this crown prince, so much so that he was in a rare mood to make fun of Miss Bei Ao Wu Fu that his son was not invincible on all battlefields. Schopenhauer casually took his brother's manuscript of "Table of Death", and lost interest after reading a few pages, these mediocrities in the bottom world of the empire, he has not been too lazy to understand, for the crown prince of the Holy Empire, whoever controls the aristocracy, especially the fifty big families, will hold the scepter of the empire, so Schopenhauer has been committed to the construction of the superstructure of the kingdom, and at present, it seems that the results have gradually surfaced, and no one can openly question his narrow vision. Schopenhauer felt the need to pull his brother back from the wrong path, and said earnestly: "Colum, don't always squander your vision on such trivial things, which will limit your worldview. My father said that political short-sightedness in governing the kingdom is a hundred times more dangerous than being physically blind. ”

Colum smiled shyly: "It's okay, in the future, I just need to help you take care of a small estate, you love to drink, I can help you cultivate the best quality vineyards on the mainland, if you have a good vintage, you will definitely be able to make the best wine." ”

Schopenhauer pointed to his sister who was stealing fun under a statue of a little angel who was concentrating on peeing, and the naughty Princess Ralph was holding out her finger to play the little boy's little sparrow, Schopenhauer patted her head and said, "You are more desperate than our Princess Ralph." ”

Prince Columne laughed heartily and said, "It's so hard for you to have such a brother and sister. ”

Schopenhauer spread his hands, looked annoyed but his eyes were gentle, and said, "Is there a more unfortunate brother?"

At the end of the cheerful and warm conversation, the Crown Prince Schopenhauer set off for the harbor of Green Patti, where the Gospel of the Empire had produced the latest Great Gospel, and the Archpriest Napoleon would soon return with glory to the cheers of the Empire.

When Princess Ralph saw Schopenhauer leaving, she sat back in her place, saw that Columne had an extra book in her hand, and asked curiously, "Whose work is it? Is it a fairy tale?"

In fact, Goren had already carefully read this book in his father's study, shook his head and said: " It is the new work of Cardinal Maupassant, a priest worthy of respect, not only because he was a pupil of the saint Iyeta, but also because of his loyalty to the faith of the empire over the years, and it was he who persuaded many non-religious philosophers to choose a different path from that of Saint Alehan, abandoning mysticism and guiding the rigorous logical-philosophical debate of the faith with reason, the most successful defense of the doctrine of this time. The further explanation of the Teachings, much of the gold that had been frozen by the sages in classical speculation and sophistry, was stripped of dust and dispelled by him, but it seems that the explanation of the Teachings is somewhat different from the old man's usual writing, and maybe, I mean, this part of the essence comes from someone else's quill. ”

Princess Ralph had never understood her brother's words very well anyway, but she still listened very attentively, and was his little bosom friend, and the second hostess, Lady Catherine, had said many times that an elegant young lady should know how to listen kindly.

Columne came back to his senses and apologized, "I said something you don't like to hear." ”

The little princess waved her hand and said generously: "As a lady, Ralph is very patient. ”

Columne was amused, Schopenhauer pinched his nose, and he went to pinch his sister's nose, worthy of a family, "Then tell you something interesting, I heard the head of the regiment say before: A man without a woman can't go to heaven or hell." ”

The little lady who still didn't understand said seriously: "It sounds very powerful." ”

Colum raised the manuscript collection in his hand and shook it, nodded, and said, "This sentence was said by the priest whom the head of the regiment admired the most, and I suspect that he may be the one who does not want to sign this book." This sentence roughly means that women are very important, Ralph, don't say this sentence casually, it will make the priests very angry and troubled. ”

Princess Ralph sighed, "Then this priest is really learned, and most importantly very gentle, I like such a fellow, brother, how old is he, does he have a wife and a lover?"

Columne laughed heartily, "Ralph, you want to marry now?" when you don't like to play with little sparrows, this priest, according to my master's private speculation, only likes mature ladies." ”

Ralph was in a dilemma, the statue's sparrow was fun!

Columne didn't want his little sister to be distressed, and said with a smile: "Go play with the little sparrow, I promise not to tell anyone." ”

The little princess jumped up and went to play under the statue.

It seems that the statue should be more unfortunate than the crown prince Schopenhauer.

Here is a small warmth, somewhere in the distant northern continent, but it is stormy and the scenery is magnificent.

A standard McDian pirate ship with the Scarlet Skull flag undulates with the waves in lightning and thunder, this pirate ship is already second to none among the Vikings, generally speaking, Vikings are not only swarms of locusts that rage on the coastline, natural marauders, but also excellent sailors and shipwrights, but in order to be able to sail into any port and river, these terrible locust "mounts" The hull of the ship is not too large, and the small hull can bring the advantage of a shallow draft, but this one is a heretic at sea, a staggering forty meters long, the hull is made of the thickest oak, the keel of the ship makes this rebellious work look like a real water dragon, and the mast is the largest pine, this wood, which can bring a moderate bend in a storm, shows unparalleled adaptability, which is very suitable for the tenacity of the Vikings as a plague group. At this time, the rugged Vikings who fought against the stormy waves were not timid, but they were all howling excitedly, and each member of the team was trying their best to keep their eyes on the ups and downs of the sea in the waves, except for protecting the ships from the wind and waves in their respective posts, as if there would be a miracle there, lightning and thunder above their heads, and every pirate was almost hit by the wind and rain to the point that they couldn't open their eyes, but this did not affect the hissing and angry shouts of all the sturdy pirates, it was too wild.

The song, which can only be described as a roar, is an old folk song passed down from generation to generation by the Vikings, and it is by no means pleasant, but it is heroic enough.

"We come from a fjord of ice and snow, barrenness and cold are not an excuse for cowardice, the best cradle for the strong. Those who die in battle will enter the palace of the gods and sing and drink with their ancestors. Retreat will fall into the abyss, forever imprisoned in winter. Death is but a journey, so why not end with a heroic death? Is there anything more just in the world than cutting off the enemy's head, cutting open the enemy's chest and abdomen, exterminating the enemy's children?

Pirates with the blood of natural violence in their veins repeat the old ballad and wait for the calm of the storm.

As for the thunder that almost burst the eardrums, for the Viking men, it was the best praise for the descendants of the ancient gods.

Before the pirates were exhausted and reached their physical limits, the wind and rain and thunder finally subsided.

The most reckless and dangerous men on the continent fell into silence en masse.

At the stern of the ship, a hand grasping the deck appeared in view.

Cheer.

Harrier than thunder, countless men close to two meters tall violently pounded naked-chested.

A head was exposed, an indifferent face, long black hair, and a simple and neat single ponytail, coiled around the neck.

Woman?

Very beautiful woman?

Even though she was exposed to the wind and sun and her skin looked dark, it seemed that there was no healthier woman in the world than her.

A group of Viking men raised their arms and shouted.

Their king, triumphant!

In the world of the Vikings, strength is everything, and the greatest king must be the warrior who stood at the front after the two groups of Viking pirates met at sea, and the two ships were silently pulled and tied together, the warrior who stood at the front, the hero who was the first to jump on the enemy's board and kill the most, only such a person can be worthy of the deck stained with the blood of countless ancestors under his feet, and be worthy of the head of every Viking, the god of Saint Ou who had fought against Olympia and several abominable groups alone! Such a king can win the respect of all enemies.

She, the woman who jumped onto the board of the boat and held the tail of a Dreisai water dragon corpse in her left hand, was their supreme king!

Let most of the Viking kingdom willingly go to worship the Valkyrie!

A thick stream of blood filled the water around the ship.

With a straight face, she handed over to the crew the loot that had unfortunately been discovered by the fleet and then strangled by her, and the thick tail was tied to the stern of the pirate ship, and the blood that flowed from the corpse of the water dragon refused to disperse for a long time, following the path of the ship's voyage, forming a path of blood.

He took a flask thrown by one of his men, and it contained the strongest soju that even the most daring Vikings would not want to try, let alone the weak waste of the continent who were accustomed to soft wine. The woman raised her head and took a sip, the wine was stained, she didn't wipe it, she just walked on the road that the Vikings automatically got out of the way, came to the lookout deck on the highest level, sat down against the mast, in the dusk, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and there was a sunset that was already like the old man's twilight, which was a rare peaceful scenery on the sea of the northern continent, a group of half-wild and half-bred gulls circled in the sky, a few dives, pecked at the corpse of the Dresser water dragon, the woman drank half of the soju in a few gulps, began to slow down, looked up at the murderous overlord among the seabirds, reached out and took a piece of dark golden feathers with a tail, put it in the air, and watched the sunset in the distance, the feathers suddenly appeared in front of her eyes a completely charming golden yellow.

"Shelley, it looks lonely, doesn't anyone dare to 'make out' with your Herzen anymore? a Dressey water dragon can't satisfy your stomach?" a voice sounded behind the woman in the scarlet Siren's tight leather armor.

The woman threw away her feathers, did not raise her head, and said in a stiff tone: "I have slaughtered eight Dressey water dragons for you in ten years, when will you fulfill your promise except for stealing my wine?"

A slightly bloated black-robed old man wiped the wine stains on his lips, sat down next to the young woman, and said with a big grin: "Don't worry, anyway, before I go to the Thunder God Temple, I will definitely promise you to go to Oguga, and whether Turing wins or you win at that time is an acceptable fact for the centaur." A neurotic who can gallop with his family's chariot, an avenger who can infuse his family with the purest Viking blood, Constant is happy to welcome him with his hands and feet raised. ”

The woman known as Shelley took a sip of wine and asked, "Have you seen your grandson?" ”

The old man nodded and said, "I've seen it." ”

The woman frowned, "You handed over the coat of arms, instead of giving you the most favored madman before you died?"

The old man was silent.

The woman finally turned her head and asked, "This centaur abandoned in the Eastern Continent has begged for your grandfather's charity?"

The old man cursed an Icelandic dialect and said angrily, "If he begs me, I won't even give him a fart." Shelley, don't think that if you are regarded as the Empress of Kamiu in force, you can look down on all the centaur descendants!"

The young woman sneered, "A man who doesn't even dare to attend the Centaur Competition Dinner Banquet deserves so much attention from Thor Difantu?"

The old man smiled: "Shelley, you are really getting more and more unlovable, the woman sitting next to me, or the kind child who will put a white rose on a broken spear when she sees the battlefield for the first time?"

She sneered, "If kindness can take revenge, I can go and spread flowers on every short spear on the battlefield of Oguga at once." ”

The old man sighed and sighed some nonsense.

Women are really fickle creatures, thinking about how simple and innocent that lonely little Shelley was, in less than twenty years, she has become a grumpy and cold female dragon.

The old man, who was so old that he didn't want to mention Thor's hammer again, said softly: "You know, that kid named Augustine, after seeing my mean grandfather, the first thing he said was that he was worried that I would be entangled by his sworn enemy, and the last sentence was that he was sorry, saying that he had not been able to protect his mother. I'm old, but I don't have a big eye, and I know that he really doesn't want anything from me to take revenge on him. Speaking of which, he's more of a combination of you and Turing. So I'm willing to give him a reason to move on, rather than superfluous support, which is disrespectful to him. Thor's hammer is not for you, not for Turing, but for Augustine, who is like the young me, like the gods of Saint O'Or, who chose to fight until the last moment in that glorious twilight. ”

In the afterglow.

The old man from afar said to himself: "Shelley, this world is very exciting, after I die, if you feel bored one day, go and challenge Augustine, who holds Thor's hammer." ”

The woman said rigidly: "Are you sure that he will be able to come out of the Thunder God Temple alive in the future?"

The old Thor smiled: "As long as in a few years, you can hear that he is still alive, then it will definitely be possible." If my grandson dies, Thor's hammer automatically becomes my inheritance to you. ”

She smiled, "Okay. ”

Diophantus glanced at the woman who had grown up and stopped talking.

A thor who is extremely brilliant but finally aging, and a Valkyrie who is approaching the apex of the Viking world, quietly watch the sunset together.

The Old Man and the Sea.

The young woman tilted her head and drank the last sip of the spirit.

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After an old fellow who had alarmed the chief of the Sacramental Ministry, the old fellow Kontend left the Imperial Territory, closed a yellowed book with his sacred spear sitting in his study, and said softly: "Friend Teuton is gone, and the enemy is gone." ”

And around this time, a young giant of the underground world of the Vatican and the Holy See walked into a dark room, and on the ground was a rebellious Empress Magic Array [Winter Crown] in black magic, drawn with nearly thirty kilograms of his own blood, and the final sacrifice would be his soul, the proof of human beings as angels on earth.

He was naked, stepping into the unknown darkness, his body was "inscribed" with countless scars, in addition to that, there were three overlapping magic array patterns on his back, one of which had dimmed, and the other two were still flowing, subtle but terrifying.

Where does the soul dwell?

This is a question that even the most knowledgeable theologians are reluctant to ponder.

The man stretched out a hand, pulled his heart out of his body, and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

The dried bloodstains, drawn in one hundred and four cumbersome lines, began to come to life like water, resonating with another magic circle on the ceiling, forming a complete vacuum and symmetrical world.

He will be tortured by dragons, fallen angels, abyssal demons, or the souls of unknown beings.

For half a year, the castle of poetry once again saw no trace of the chief of order, and it is said that he went on a long journey.

Ulise didn't understand why this cautious Augustine wanted to take the risk at the most powerless time, was it a huge speculation with a rich reward? Go to the Fermos family, a relative of the White Rose, to ask for new chips? In addition to presiding over the excavation of the sunshine channel more dedicatedly, Ulise actually didn't mind taking over the underground kingdom completely, and he even had a complete blueprint in his head, brainwashing the sheep's horns first, and controlling the hundred or so "children" in the hall of the dead , secretly planted a few soul seeds for the Lich King Naples that were not so loyal to the old master, but the little queen probably didn't have Augustine to be coquettish, it was too boring, and she stared at Ulise all day long, and then even the little Megan, the shaman of the Maga clan who came out of nowhere, came to join in the fun, which made the one-eyed dragon a little helpless, but this kind of obstacle will not reduce the enthusiasm of the deputy commander, it will only increase his fun, anyway, he just stayed to play chess with young people, and was not asked to pay boring loyalty, just like now, little Megan has completely fallen to his side, no wayUlise was much better than the little queen's aunt, who had a bad temper, and at least he would take the horned little shaman to watch the feasts, like the little games that were played at this time: in a secret room in the torture hall, Ulise took a stubborn foolish heretic to visit an iron hollow iron box set up on top of a fire, which for the time being had only a few small flames, not completely sealed, and a row of tiny holes that provided air so that people would not suffocate to death, and then the deputy chief told the heretic with a smile: "You will be invited into this." 'Greenhouse', and then I'll put more charcoal, and heat it very slowly, and the temperature of the room will slowly exceed your body temperature, and then it will reach a temperature that can make the water boil, and the process is relatively slow, in my experience, you can survive for at least half an hour, little Megan, you give this game a name, I think you are more literary. ”

Squatting to the side and watching the lively little shaman laughed: "Roast suckling pig?"

Ulise nodded seriously and said, "Not bad." ”

The heretic tried to squeeze out a sneer, but his lips trembled.

Ulise threw the brave human into it, and it seemed destined for a scorching purgatory in addition to darkness. Little Megan couldn't wait to add charcoal, at first Ulise didn't stop it, but when the temperature was enough to make the prisoners in the cage feel uncomfortable, Ulise stopped the little shaman's trouble, and added charcoal himself, not in a hurry, the temperature was always in his hands, just like his desire to control the truth, after ten minutes, Little Megan reached out to test the temperature, and asked softly: "Doesn't this burn him?"

Ulise, who was expressionless, said softly: "Burning him, is it interesting?"

Little Megan, who has seen a lot of brutal killings, pouted and said, "Of course there is!"

Ulise asked rhetorically, "What's more interesting than burning him?"

The little shaman was stumped and thought about it, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Ulise didn't give the truth immediately, but continued to grasp the fire, and after half an hour, he heard the wail inside, and said slowly: "The three things that human beings are the most invincible can not defeat are ranked third and have changed a lot, among them are the dragon that once dominated the sky, there are plagues and floods, and second, the belief that the gods have dropped, but first, since the birth of mankind, it has not changed. ”

Little Megan exclaimed, "What's it? so scary?!"

The corners of Ulise's mouth curled up, and he smiled gloomily: "It's human beings themselves." ”

The little shaman was very unhappy with this bullshit truth, and muttered, "It's our powerful shaman!"

Ulise smiled, too lazy to refute.

An hour later, the cage was opened, and the human heretic inside was paralyzed, with peeling nails and hideous faces, dying of fear.

Little Meghan looked at Ulise as if she were looking at the most dangerous demon, and was shocked: "You humans are so despicable and cunning that they are terrifying!"

Ulise shook his head and said, "Not everyone is as willing to explore 'themselves' as I am. ”

At the White Elephant Castle, Madame Quentin handed a letter to the visiting Count of Marseille at the request of the Order, the Alpha Lord finally made up his mind to go to the province of Richelieu to serve as the administrator, the Orange Auction House was still in his hands, but a certain percentage of dividends were given to the new city lord who took over, and the Black Swan Lake Arena also began to officially make a profit, and more and more wealthy people were willing to come to the manor to spend money to enjoy the poignant gladiatorial battles of various species, although it was much slower than the Count of Marseille expected, after all, it was still good news, but the Count of Marseille was inevitably sorry that the archon could not send him off in friendshipWalking through the creepy Hall of the Dead, walking down the stairs of the White Elephant Castle, and thinking of a letter of appointment signed by the Prime Minister of the Empire on the family desk, the fat earl felt that such regret was really unnecessary.

Lady Quentin, who could finally come to the castle lookout terrace without seeing the dirty eyes of the fat pig, Miss Alice would send her a letter every two months, and in addition to the common topics between women, the barbarian princess would always ask a few words about Augustine, but fortunately Augustine had already prepared some information to deal with, which made Lady Quentin feel relieved at the same time, and felt the pressure that this demon could bring even if there was no close proximity, which made her feel suffocated, he seemed to always pay attention to every detail, simply impeccable, without his supervision of poetry, the cruel sparrow Louie, the seductive Fiona, the maidens who make money on the Champs-Elysées Witch Street, the horns of the sheep who work twice as crazy to earn the points of thought, no one thinks that they can avoid the eyes of that man and be lazy, Madame Quentin lying on the patio stone railing, what a pair of restless white rabbits, her breasts are as magnificent as the mountains where the white elephant castle is located, no wonder Queen Elizabeth is not pleasing to the eye.

Half a year later, almost all the inhabitants of the underground castle could hear a terrifying sound similar to the roar of a dragon.

It comes from the dragon armor that Ulise has temporarily preserved, the will of the leader.

Ulise stood for a long time in front of the fiery red armor that trembled and vibrated violently, without a reasonable result.

A year later, the Ursula tree began to grow rapidly, spreading wildly and aimlessly.

But half a year later, this "tear path" of Mother Earth takes on a strange tilt and concentration.

Eventually, a shocking green path leads to a room on a certain floor.

Ulise suddenly sighed, "Augustine, this is what you call a long journey? ”

Silent and dark cat's eyes.

Pando stretched his hand to touch a harp string and said softly with tears, "Are you finally going to wake up?"