According to the doctrine of the Vatican in the Atlantic, except for the holy war of "defending God's authority and fighting against the devil", any fight is not morally sanctioned and is not allowed, but just as the cumbersome religious rituals require a believer to abstain from sex 221 days out of 365 days a year, few nobles in the empire will really abide by the rules, and even some of the great nobles like to choose some mature nuns from the cathedral to play with on the day of Advent, so the Teutonic giants cursed at a young age" All male nobles are inferior to a boar in heat", which was speculated by the Empire to be an important reason why the Marquis of Windsor gave up his family inheritance and eventually entered the Sacramental Ministry.

The Mississippi Arena is hidden under the Lauder Castle Horse Course, there is a passage that slopes down to the arena, the passage is not hung with elegant landscape paintings like the general corridor, the left hand stands all naked women, the right hand is all male gladiator male body, each wearing a Gothic mask symbolizing the god Olympia, the Pantheon of Olympia sixteen main gods plus 8 female gods and 8 muses, the pure white mask with peacock feathers is gorgeous, standing in two rows of corridors inlaid with many moon fluorite, it is magnificent。

Lady Quentin walked in front, Augustine was half a step behind, like her servant, and the lame boy put on his cloak to hide his blond hair, which shone like the sun.

Lauder Castle had a handsome young butler to serve them alone, which was not a treat for any spectator or gambler, and he did his best to please the young lady who was close to Greenspan, flattering and humbling, explaining to her that the men and women wearing Gothic masks on both sides of the corridor could be chosen at will, and only 99 Caesar gold coins were needed, and Lauder would provide a special love room in the arena, where he could enjoy the bloody competition with his eyes without delaying the lonely body, and the boy even quietly hinted that he could also serve Mrs. Quentin。

Mrs. Quentin's face was expressionless, full of well-disguised hatred.

Because most of the rich Marceau or imperial nobles who come to the Mississixi Arena are rich and have a lot of money, but it is rare to get 50,000 Caesar tickets in one go, and tens of millions of Caesar gold coins can almost be regarded as a great lord among the top in the county and province, and squandering tens of thousands of gold coins a day in the Colosseum and the Arena is more luxurious than buying pets in the slave bazaar, and it is also easier to attract the attention of the Holy See, so a nobleman with no background dares to spend a lot of money in the Colosseum cursed by the Holy See, which is tantamount to shouting at the Sacramental Ministry:" Uncle has lived enough, come and pull me into the torture hall. ”

"Madame, why don't you pick one?" Augustine said softly, smiling playfully, glancing at the row of naked muscular men on the right, a key part of several "gods" actually began to swell and swell after seeing Lady Quentin, which was very spectacular, proving that they rarely saw such a sexy and stunnerous aristocratic lady as Lady Quentin. Augustine, who takes off his robe and plays the role of a knight, reminds the Persian cat who does not squint with "kindness".

"Then please pick one, I trust your vision. Lady Quentin sneered, an irrepressible wave of annoyance.

To her despair, Augustine actually walked up to Zeus, the father of the gods, a fake Olympian god, and took off the majestic mask made in the image of the Byzantian Pantheon, and then took off the classical mask of Gaia, the mother of the earth, whose eyes were full of horror.

The young butler cautiously explained, somewhat embarrassed, "Venerable knights, if you fancy them, just explain it to me, and once they take off their masks, they will be expelled from the Mississixi Arena." ”

"And they won't be sent into the arena. Augustine played the pride of a knight of a large family, putting on the Zeus mask himself, and handing the remaining one to Lady Quentin.

The helpless young butler did not dare to make a noise, so he had to order the servant to let the man and woman take away, in fact, the expulsion of the two slaves from Mississixi did not matter at all, the headache was that these masks were genuine master works, and there were no spare imitations, he could only pray that the knight would not damage them. If it was an ordinary nobleman, he could ask for a mask, but he heard that the young lady held Greenspan's griffon badge of honor, and the Todd family had been crushed by the barbarians in Marceau, so of course they did not dare to act rashly.

Lead the lady and the knight to the private room specially set up for the low-key nobles, a floor-to-ceiling glass window is facing the most famous double-layer cage in the Mississixi Arena, this special glass is only popular in the epic continent in the last 20 years, only one-way vision, originally a heretical alchemist unintentional small invention, was monopolized by a shrewd businessman of the Principality of Hoover, and became the richest man in the principality, this glass has also become the new national symbol of the small principality of Hoover, the biggest intention of the Mississippi box to use this glass is to bring a pleasure similar to cheating in front of the eyes of the distinguished guests, and the window is the blood splashed on the arenaMany rich people in Marceau County who are not too interested in competitive fighting come to Mississixi to recruit prostitutes, and it is said that they can explode far above the average level of staying power and combat power under strange stimuli.

The handsome young man hinted to no avail, but the lady who had made all the Mississitian men willingly serve without pay did not agree to let him stay in the room, so she had to leave with a smile on her face and a sad heart, and her steps were slow.

The bow closed the door.

The lost young butler slandered viciously: "What kind of elegance and purity, ladies and ladies will come to Mississian? At night, isn't it the same to be pressed on the bed by men? God knows if it was a man or two men at that time, tsk, madam, the two heavy plump honey-peaches on your plump breasts must be enough to feed two thirsty nobles at once." ”

In Rothchilde, the lame Ares nicknamed the little god of war was guarding the door, and he didn't mean to report the slander of this high-ranking servant of the Todd family, and he didn't move at all.

Augustine, who had hidden a mechanical fly in the handsome boy's body, smiled at Madame Quentin in the room, her face gloomy, and her deep family upbringing and necessary hidden strength kept her from rushing out. That mechanical fly is a gadget made up by the scientific research room of the Pope's Hall, not a pure magic product, but it needs a rare spar to provide it with the energy to fly and listen, so it will also produce a certain frequency of magic fluctuations, it can only hide on the members of the non-division, the monitoring range of the mechanical fly is also very limited, and there are strict requirements for distance, Augustine has always maintained a strong spirit of exploration for this kind of new gadget, and specially asked Madame Quentin to draw a pattern, and let the sheep's horn laboratory rush out two mechanical flies that are still very rough, and as a result, he heard this wonderful remark。

"This Todd butler is more vicious than a woman's tongue. Augustine sighed, looking gloating.

"Just get used to it. Lady Quentin had regained her composure, her tone slightly self-deprecating. Sit in a chair and look out the window at the bloody arena. As long as a woman shows her head, even if she is a prominent woman like Princess Barbara, I am afraid that she will not be able to avoid a thousand strange malicious slanders, and an imperial socialite, without bizarre cynicism, can only be that kind of embarrassing marginal role. However, the biggest difference between Lady Quentin and Princess Barbara of the Titan is that a man dares to start slandering the former within a few steps of walking out of the door, and for the latter, he only dares to complain in the most private bed in the family.

"Isn't it disappointing that I didn't rush out and slap him twice, or throw him into the sheep's horn lab for vivisection?" laughed Augustine.

"Don't dare to hope. Lady Quentin sneered, staring out the glass window at the huge iron cage that stood in the middle of the arena, as if unwilling to look at Augustine, who would never really be serious in front of her.

"Extravagant hopes, can I understand them as vague hopes?" Augustine grasped the small hole in Lady Quentin's words.

"Boring play on words. "Mrs. Quentin turned completely, intent on starting a cold war. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, in addition to a circle of tables and chairs arranged for the audience, the center of the circle is the Mississixi Arena, which is composed of a double-layer iron cage, covering an area of about 400 square meters.

In the four corners of the second cage, there are magicians, arcanists, puppeteers, and alchemists, forming a strategy with the knights.

Even with such a tight defense, the Mississixi Arena was created not long ago, there were still gladiator injuries, it is enough to see the strength of the Mississixi gladiators, an arena, whether the scale is grand, whether the decoration is beautiful, and even some additional sexual services, are very secondary things, and the most important thing depends on whether the arena itself can buy playthings with a superior level of competition, whether it is a two-headed polar bear captured from the Kamiao Empire, or a high-level slave knight captured by the Titan Empire, only if it is strong enough to bring a pleasing fight to the audience and gamblers, can the profitability of the arena be guaranteed。

Mississi's point is particularly outstanding, because the Todd family is one of Lolita's biggest slave traders, and it can get its hands on a lot of good goods at the first time, plus Todd has a close relationship with several heavyweight bounty societies in the empire, and can use the relationship to give priority or even privately bid for orcs and dark species hunted from the outer continents, just like today, a bull-headed chief who was briefly anesthetized by 5 kilograms of alchemy potion was carried into an iron cage.

Standing on the opposite side of this half-orc clan are 7 mid-level Titan Knights crowded in the corner, and 4 low-level mages "collected" by White Rose, Hoover, and the Caucasus.

Half-orcs, the first to mate as a human and orc, "inferior hybrids", living at the bottom of the Muse Continent, not only cursed and spurned by the two major races of humans and beasts, but also have been named "plague spreaders", "disaster box" and many other terrifying titles, in fact, they have inherited most of the wisdom and strong fertility of humans, and have the strong physique of the beast race and some [favor] Skills, according to common sense, can be the master of the Epic Continent and the Muse Continent, but it has been suppressed by other races to crawl in the dust, this bull-headed chief has become the finale of the Colosseum today, Mississicy used 5 kilograms of anesthetic to make it sleep, and normal humans, 80 grams is enough to kill.

Outside, an archer shoots a feathered arrow into the body of the bull-headed chieftain.

The tip of the arrow was stained with an antidote, and soon the Minotaur Chieftain staggered to his feet, nearly 3 meters tall, and raised his head and let out a mournful roar of shame and pain.

Instead of fear, the whole Mississino screamed with excitement, especially some of the flamboyant female aristocrats, who were sexier than the men at such moments, and even showed a little sign of high-tide spasms. They were tired of watching the orthodox and stereotypical official knightly battles, and the flattery of the victorious knights became more and more numb, and most of the noblewomen who had reached the age of wolves and tigers sadly found that once the knights who were alive and well in the arena jumped off their horses, took off their armor, climbed onto their carefully arranged battlefields, and rode their mares, they were often far from fighting at all, and they were all blitzkriegs of dissatisfaction, so more and more Marceau County resentful noblewomen preferred to come to Mississixi to watch a tyrannical male game.

Augustine took off the Gothic mask of the Father of the Gods, removed the high-end tea and food that Mississii had carefully prepared for the guests, summoned Madame Quentin to fetch quills and ink, and spread out the dusty "Doctrine of Sardinia" in the corner, which had been a bestseller in the nobility circles of the empire for the first two years, and almost everyone had a copy, and the reason why Mississii put a copy in every room here was that it was said that a certain archbishop was "incomparably deeper" with a certain blonde in a certain room After discussing the doctrine, he was in a good mood and casually said that there should be one or two papal texts here, which could offset and eliminate all evils, so Lauder Castle complied, and from then on, Marceau County no longer had any papal intervention in Mississippi affairs.

Augustine picked up the quill, patted his thigh, and motioned for Mrs. Quentin to sit down.

Of course, Madame Quentin ignored it, wearing the mask of Gaia, and glared fiercely, but did not dare to really anger Augustine.

It's like a little Persian cat that is teased by its owner's tail.

"If you come here, I'll consider letting the guy who privately complimented you on feeding the two old nobles drag him into the COSMO? besides, you don't want to see my trial of Mississip?" Augustine carried a quill, a figure of a bargaining profiteer.

Mrs. Quentin hesitated, but did not get up.

"If you don't come back, I'll go to war with you right here. Augustine threatened.

The war between him and Lady Quentin has always been an epic battle.

So, the kitten gave in, got up from his chair and walked over to Augustine.

Augustine pulled her to her thighs, and her perfectly peach-shaped round buttocks pressed against his legs, and immediately had the most primitive physiological reaction of men, Madame Quentin wanted to struggle to escape, but was surrounded by Augustine's waist with one hand, and the other hand began to write characters in the blank space of the "Doctrine of Sardinia", and the shy and angry Madame Quentin also involuntarily stopped resisting, staring at the quill pen that seemed to flow out of a clear spring, she had seen the young consul's writing in the study of Poetry, elegant but sharp, like a blooming obsidian.

The first two words made Mrs. Quentin tremble.

"Blasphemy".

Indeed, to put naked men and women in masks of the Olympian gods is, in a way, blasphemy.

But this kind of crime is most likely to be regarded as a painless joke by the powerful and wealthy aristocracy.

Lady Quentin let out a sudden scream, her pretty face flushed, and her face was like a wall of erotic ivy.

Because someone had broken free from the restraints of their clothes, and his technique was skilful and fast, and at last Mrs. Quentin could not resist, and his expression was calm but his movements were frantically pierced into her body.

Like a wasp, pierced with honey-peach.

Wobbly and swinging.

The daring wasp continued to list the Mississippi Arena's crimes in the margins of the Sardinian Doctrine, while the masked honey-peach gasped and her chest trembled violently.

The Father of the Gods lay flat on the table, as if silently mocking the Mother Earth mask that concealed a flushed face.

It seems that this is the real blasphemy.

"I won't spare you, Augustin!" cried out Lady Quentin with a cry, and not far away the minotaur chief in the iron cage was tearing apart a hapless magician, his body turned into two petals like a flower, a ground of scarlet blood, and she could even clearly see the hysterical nobles not far away, occasionally a few of them would turn their heads from time to time and glance at the glass window, although they could not see anything, but it did not prevent them from reverie inside the window.

How could the reserved Lady Quentin withstand such a challenge that went beyond her boundaries, and her faith in love and fidelity almost collapsed, sobbing and cursing the evil Augustine.

"Then conquer me with your flesh, fallen bitch! drag me into hell!" Augustine narrowed his eyes, half of his energy still on the Mississixi Arena, his free hand reaching into the collar of his gown, grappling Mrs. Quentin's white pigeon, the curvy mass of flesh almost twisted under the squeeze of his claws.

Mrs. Quentin lifted her white swan-like neck, choking in pain or pleasure, and her waist swayed more and more.

How many generals did not die on the battlefield full of murderous machines, but died under this slender and weak little waist.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Mrs. Quentin cried out that she was going to kill the bastard who had turned her into a bitch.

Augustine laughed, slammed his head, and said evilly, "Then Aunt Quentin needs to shake her waist a little more." ”