The beautiful girl who came on the third of the dragon genealogy, Capella, did not seem to be a young lady who liked to read knightly love stories, dropped her things, scolded the idiot, jumped on top of the dragon's head again, and just rolled up a lake of reeds and gently went back. Augustine sat on the ground holding the wooden box and the manuscript, feeling helpless, this arrogant peer relative, finally met, can't change that stubborn temper, really not cute at all, stood up, tsk: "I have only seen the golden subspecies before, this time it is a long insight." I knew that Gaka Miao was in such a hurry to return to the Mayan temple, even if I hugged her thigh, I asked her to let me look at the dragon a few more times. ”

What day is today, the teacher is here, and Gakka Miao is also here, if it is not for such a hurry, it is the greatest reward of the goddess of fate for Augustine's nightmare in the past half a year, Augustine held two things that did not look closely but were ten thousand points sure to be precious things, and slowly walked towards the castle of poetry, the already vague trajectory of fate, clear again, and once again slipped into the track that could be controlled by himself. The girl sitting on top of Capella was not bothered by the terrible consequences of this "elopement", but was bothered by a small question: "Capella, do you say that in his eyes, my clothes are not very sloppy?

The dragon, spitting dragon breath, replied in the language of the frost dragon, "You may not be the most beautiful lady in his eyes, but you must be the most individualized lady after St. Artemis, and the most important thing is that you are younger than the witch." ”

Hag?

It can be seen that Augustine's family magic teacher is not only not welcomed by the Mayan temple, but also is not a friend in the eyes of the dragon.

"But she stepped into the snowy mountains at a younger age than me. ”

"But you have solved the Nibelon-Gen paradox, although she has helped you, but the key is in your hands, it is you who have opened this sacred door that has kept countless magicians out, she has only offered some advice, without her, you can solve the mystery in thirty years. ”

"Thirty years!"

"For me, it's a blink of an eye. ”

"Well, I forgot that you are a dragon and have no say in the age of human women. By the way, Capella, that half of the heart of the Nibelon, according to St. Artemis, is only a second seal that acts on his body, and it sounds like it is not beneficial for the repair of the hourglass of life, on the contrary, the weaker the life, the less suitable it is for the 'blooming' of the nuclear weight, and the inlaid dragon heart in the body can at most pull back a little bit of the tilt angle of the balance of life, and the most fundamental problem is still not solved, and it is carried out at an inappropriate time. Inlay', the sequelae are very large, and with the pride of the Nibelon, there will definitely be a huge rejection, I'm afraid the Holy Coffin Knight can't bear it, what should he do? Alas, a headache. Capella, you just said you smelled the green aroma of Ursula's eyes, is this a chance to sew a gap?"

"Ursula is just an eye that Hades gouged out from Gaia, the mother of the earth, not the titty room of that bitch of the goddess of life, full of lewd juices. ”

"Capella, you're a lady!

The dragon was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "That broken heart that once belonged to my lover, I don't want to say anything. ”

Gakamiao, who never easily says "thank you" and "sorry" to anyone, expressed his sincere apologies in silence.

"Shouldn't you think more about how to face the angry Mayan temple than this?"

"I don't plan to leave, I don't want to leave the Michiel Peaks for fifty years, and I have enough books there for two or fifty years. ”

"Is this a little thing that you can forget after a sleep?"

"Little things. ”

The dragon was silent.

Augustine spent three days in his study to roughly study the manuscript, in the field of magic because of the inspiration burst out of a genius idea is not difficult, the difficulty is to use a large list of brilliant arguments to prove a seemingly simplest conjecture or paradox, the reason why the Nibelon paradox is known as the pearl of magic laurels, is precisely because of the simplicity of the principle it describes, why 1+1 is equal to 2, it must be better than 1+2 equals 3 to get closer to the source of the foundation, and almost every page of this stack of manuscripts has valuable ideas that make Augustine's eyes shine and then ponder, and the reader is still so struggling, let alone the writer? Augustine knew for a long time that Gakka Miao was a genius, but how big the gap was, that is, a poor man did not know 10,000 Caesars and 1 million Caesars, Augustine stretched his waist and finally went to open the box, the end of the manuscript has been kindly explained, it is built by sixteen small magic arrays, one ring after another, but the manuscript gives a clue to a single magic array, it took Augustine an all-night to crack this little joke, open the box, is a huge heart that is still beating, turquoise, like the most precious gem, even if it is half, it is twice the size of humans, It has been beating in the eyes of a magical god in the temple for countless years, and it was finally taken off by her, I believe it is enough for her to get a crow badge, she is the third youngest magician in Mayan history to enter the temple, but it must be the freak who gets the badge the fastest speed, how many more records will she create that will make her peers and juniors look up to her? Could it be that she will become the second St. Artemis?

"You're the guy who wore a half-body robe and ate the mongrel half-orc swordmaster?" "Megan's little shaman, who had horns like unicorns on his forehead, squatted at the door of the study, and had been holding his cheeks for several days, and finally couldn't help but speak, not that he couldn't hold on for a few more days, but his intuition told him that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, this human who had descended to the Weeping Plains to wreak havoc would continue to shut up. At that time, when the ancestor blew the horn of destruction for the first time, he happened to be in the depths of the ancestral temple chatting with some older ancestor heroic spirits, and wanted to run out, but was locked in by the shamanic soul chain activated by the horn of destruction, and when he went out, he only saw that the angel was not like an angel The devil is not like the devil The big guy is climbing up, and he was startled, but fortunately, the shaman emperor in his own family prevented the big guy from reaching the top, and when he lay on the railing to look, he saw a guy who is not like a human devil and not like a devil squatting on a tombstone to gnaw on a corpse, these two grumpy guests are monsters who climbed up in the abyssIt is said that during the War of the Gods, the Titans carried the furnaces of hell and climbed Mount Olympia under the leadership of their mother Gaia!

Augustine closed the box again, and glanced at the little shaman who obviously showed deep disdain when he talked about the fallen sword master, Augustine looked at the child, and said flatly: "It died for the muse, I don't care how much your muse reveres power, and no matter how great your ancestors are, but for this kind of character, you at least pay a little patience and add a name." ”

The little shaman pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "What kind of bullshit is this, we there, whoever has a hard fist is qualified to occupy the throne, and whoever can dominate everything of the weak." ”

Augustine narrowed his eyes and said, "Here, I am the truth. ”

Little Megan gently tilted her head, even more disdainful, didn't even bother to speak, very strange, this little guy can speak fluent in the Sacred Imperial Chinese, if his unusual mathematical talent can roughly express his intellectual level, it is simply a miracle.

Augustine smiled and said, "Don't believe me?"

Little Megan snorted: "Don't think that she has a bad relationship with me when she fights with my ancestors, I like to follow Aunt Elizabeth to eradicate tribes that refuse to bow their heads and tame them when I was a child, and my aunt often praises me for being good at mathematics!"

Augustine's face twitched, "You learned math with her?"

Little Megan puffed up her chest, snapped her fingers, and nodded proudly: "Bingo!"

Augustine smiled and asked, "What is three plus two?"

Little Megan quickly stretched out a hand behind her, pinched her fingers and calculated, and gave an instant answer: "Five! You idiot! You actually ask such a mentally retarded question!"

Augustine was not angry, and continued to ask, "Does twelve plus fourteen equal twenty-five or twenty-seven?

Little Meghan rolled her eyes and immediately replied in the affirmative: "It's twenty-seven!"

Augustine exclaimed, "The Savage Continent is truly a fertile soil for infinite hope. ”

Little Megan seemed to hear the ridicule in this guy's words, and asked tentatively, "Is it twenty-five?"

"Idiot Megan, he must have given you both wrong answers!" A Lori who was not much taller than Megan kicked on the little shaman's buttocks, and when the child turned around in surprise, he was immediately pulled by Lori The horn of the sheep that was of great significance in the Muse continent was pulled by Lori, and the whole person was hanging in the air, like a ragdoll rabbit with its ears held, but fortunately it was not the seppuku rabbit brought from Titan.

"Aunt Elizabeth?!Are you still alive?" Little Meghan cried, but it was a pity that she was hung in the air, which was very funny.

"It's not so easy to meet the Ancestral Spirits. Butler Lori rolled her eyes.

As soon as the facts were confirmed, little Meghan's grief came and went quickly, and she immediately smiled, and the child whose feet were still off the ground smirked: "Auntie, when will you go back to us, I want to go with you to level the tribal villages, I have already helped you think of a route." ”

The little queen let go of the horns that only appeared every five generations of the "emperor" family, and said calmly: "I won't go back." ”

The little guy looked dazed.

Augustine felt a strong sense of frustration at this golden combination, and was ready to re-read the process of cracking the Nibelon paradox, which is undoubtedly a treasure that can dig out countless spiritual wealth, just turned around, Lori walked behind him and patted his back, Augustine turned around in confusion, Lori, who rarely had a serious conversation, glanced at the box, retracted her gaze, and smiled softly: " I have just studied the leader dragon armor sent by the Constance family, its fundamental meaning lies in the imprisonment and torture of the soul level, but if you wear him alone, you will be entangled by the resentful spirits of the three abnormal death dragons, and talk to them with human wisdom, unequal, you may not be able to get liberation for the rest of your life, similar to a plant that has no high-level soul but does not hinder survival, but the half of the Nibelon-root dragon heart on the table will give you bloom. Augustine, don't explain, you're dying, no matter how good your acting skills are, you can't hide your life failure, I'm a shaman, and I have more say in the soul than anyone else, so I decided to borrow this half of the dragon's heart from you, but when it will be returned to you, I'm not sure. ”

"Don't lend it to her!" Little Meghan said in a panic, revealing the secret all of a sudden, her voice hoarse, "Aunt Elizabeth wants to inject her soul into that armor and the dragon heart in the box, so as to increase the soul resonance of the two after merging with your body, which means that the length of my aunt's life will drop without a bottom line, just like you are now!" The worst thing is that in addition to the uncertain lower limit of her life is terrifyingly low, the upper limit will also be fixed, and it will be agreed with your maximum value, which is simply a slow suicide, and the age of a human being in a hundred years and dozens of years is simply the age of youth compared to a high shaman like my aunt. ”

Augustine shook his head.

Little Megan was stunned.

It doesn't seem to have been thought of so straightforwardly.

The little queen stubbornly said, "I knew it, but I have already injected a part of my soul into the armor of will. ”

Augustine said softly: "Although I don't know much about the shaman's top soul realm, you can extradite it back, and there will be attrition during the period, but this is at most a few decades of attrition, very bad behavior, but much better than the worst." ”

The little queen took Augustine's hand and said softly, "I am willing to walk with you." ”

Augustine rubbed Lori's blonde hair and smiled calmly: "I still have ten years, if I don't find a solution by then, even if you regret it then, I will beg you." ”

The little queen stared at Augustine's eyes for a long time, and finally snorted coldly, raised her proud sharp chin, pulled her arm, and dragged the golden double-headed viper whose body was wrapped around the foot of the chair and didn't want to leave out of the study, only Augustin and Little Meghan were left here, and the latter asked sincerely in confusion: "The guy named Augustine, do you do this to every woman?"

Augustine, who was resting on the back of his chair, was amused by the question and laughed: "It's not much, you can count it on one hand." ”

The child began to squat in the corner of the wall again and draw circles, muttering to himself: " Aunt Elizabeth is not easy, we have been strong for countless years except for my family, my aunt's race has only risen because of her, our Maga is called the emperor's family, and there is a corresponding queen family, but in the past two hundred years, this family has been suppressed by my aunt alone, this time it is this family that unites all the deputy speakers except for the dwarf Obey, to devalue my aunt's race to an inferior race, my aunt can only challenge my ancestors according to the rules of the shamanic world, and only in this way can she prove her race'Non-elimination'. ”

The child pointed to the childish horn on his forehead, lowered his head and sighed: "See, I'm still young, there is only one horn of destruction, my ancestors have three, but I was predicted by the temple prophet that there will be three to four, and one can fall off every time I advance, if I grow up, I can use my fist to protect my aunt, but I am too young to dare and cannot disobey the wishes of my ancestors." Augustine, thank you for saving Aunt Elizabeth last time, Uncle Dante, who liked her the most, told me that when he came back from his travels, he would be here and do three things for you. He's powerful, he's got the blood of the Titans, he's the only student of Obey the Shorty, and I'd rather him be with his aunt, and from the point of view of us, Uncle Dante is much more pleasing to the eye than you. ”

Augustine wondered, "Dante, the gray descendant of the Titans?"

Little Megan looked up and said with envy: "Very tall and strong, I like to let Uncle Dante chase the tornado on my back." Can you do it?"

Augustine smiled, "Probably not." ”

Poor little Megan, who was squatting in the corner, began to sigh again.

Augustine took the box containing the heart of the Nibelon-Gen and the stack of manuscripts and slowly stood up, and said to the little shaman: "Megan, help me pass a word, I have to rest for a few days." ”

The child frowned and said, "No one is there?"

Augustine nodded.

The child pretended to be mature and worried: "Augustine, if you want to open a little, don't kill yourself." ”

Augustine resisted the urge to kick him, squeezed out a reluctant smile and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I don't have the strong physique of your Uncle Dante, but I am more inalienable than him." ”

Little Megan raised a little thumb in the muse, which represents mockery and is often a declaration of challenge. Augustine reminded, "You're more experienced than that Juggernaut, believe it or not, I ate you raw?"

Little Megan didn't let out a fart, swooped out of the study and disappeared, this kid, math is a mess, but it's really not stupid.

Augustine had brought some water to drink bread, and had just come out of the study, when Mrs. Quentin hurried, her breasts trembling like the most spectacular waves on the sea, which Augustine had measured so carefully that she could not hold it with one hand. She held a letter from the imperial capital in her hand, Augustine didn't mind giving her the privilege of priority reading, although the quality of this Florentine kitten's faith has always been neither high nor low, but she has a very interesting advantage, when she lies, no matter how sincere her eyes and face are, the fingers of her right hand that reveal her true identity as a practitioner of the Irish Necronomical Book will subconsciously bend slightly, and the arc is very small, but in Augustine's eyes, it is tantamount to putting a label on my face that I am lying, which is the truth verified by Augustine with countless seemingly careless small questions。 Lady Quentin said happily: "His Majesty the Emperor is ready to lease the entire White Elephant Castle to you for a period of fifty years!"

In his correspondence with Miss Alice, Augustine had learned that Greenspan was going to camp in the southern part of the empire, but it was still a surprise that the White Elephant Castle, the heart of the barbarians, had been transferred to his own hands in disguise. Augustine took the letter and opened it, and sure enough, it was a beautiful letter paper exclusive to the imperial family, still in the distinctive font of Emperor Jupiter, and the letter said that the Greenspan family would immediately send a representative to sign the lease contract, Augustine read it twice, and after the surprise was cautious speculation, this was certainly not the original intention of the barbarians, could it be that Madame Catherine had already passed the conversation here to the ears of His Majesty the Emperor, even so, but it still did not constitute a complete reason for surprise, whether it was the laxity of St. Urban's departure, or the guilt of Reinhartty, or the shock and glory that Gakka Miao brought to the empire on the dragonAugustine folded the letter and handed it back to Mrs. Quentin, silently walking to the room where nearly half a million dominoes had collapsed, and Mrs. Quentin was very dissatisfied with Augustine's coldness, and could only stare at the back and sulk.

Augustine came to the room alone, pushed open the door, and looked at the domino "grave" that had been piled up for more than half a year but was destroyed in an instant by a light finger of Little Meghan , Augustine is a little distracted, nearly 500,000 dominoes, weighing more than 3 tons, this game in addition to the low-level meaning of establishing and toppling, there are many special meanings for magicians, for example, the teacher said that there was a paranoid magician who made a total of fourteen of the most sophisticated dominoes in history, the first one is only one-third of the fingernails, and then expanded by one and a half times, after calculation, the kinetic energy released when the last one falls will be 4.5 billion times that of the first card, but the epitaph of this magician is not limited to the dominoes themselves, but covers human beings: "When, abusive human beings lie in their self-dug graves?"

Augustine fears this world because there are countless wise men like this magician here, here, the dragon bows to the humans, the immortals give up their thrones and retreat to the corners of the night, there are indeed countless gods on the earth before Ragnarok, and if the human beings rest and slack off for a while, they may be replaced by the next powerful race with strength and wisdom, and the sword of Damorix on the head will fall at any time. But for the time being, these are only things to be considered by demigods such as the teacher and the Duke of Maga Black Sheep, Augustine can't take care of it, this coward just doesn't want to die at all, he also wants to go to the Byzantian Holy See to take a look, he hasn't been to the Mayan Snow Mountain Temple, the Golden Island floating on the ocean and the rumored Sun Temple in the trench, and he can see the scenery alive before he can willingly go to hell after death. Augustine entertained himself in a reverie, smiled, took a deep breath, and used three of the most basic [Goddess Blowing] to sweep all the dominoes to the corner, and placed the box in the center of the room, Augustine sat on the ground, spread the pages of manuscripts around him, in a circle, and spread out layer by layer, the silent room, the thinking man, the passing life, the precious manuscript, the broken dragon heart, the piled up dominoes.

For the next few days, Augustine drank water and nibbled on bread, repeatedly studying the verification process of the Nibelon-Root paradox, which is the most thorough way to understand the Nibelon-Root Heart.

He vaguely saw a glimmer of light.

After studying the manuscript with great concentration, Augustine left the box with a scumbag face, just took the manuscript and walked out of the room, took out the gold pocket watch and looked at the time, it was early in the morning, after praying in the study, he walked out of the underground castle of Stangko, came to the Black Swan Lake, took off his clothes, and jumped into the lake, the lake was not cold, Augustine swam very freely, when he walked ashore, his back revealed two complex magic arrays that could be called the crystallization of wisdom, layered on top of each other, like the square ground of the Cathedral of the Arctic Bells and the Mayan Snow Mountain. They have been with Augustine for more than twenty years, when he was a child, there was not a mirror in the ducal mansion, it was just that he was worried that the young Augustine would be frightened by the pattern on his back, Augustine got wet and put on his clothes, went back to the bedroom, took a razor, shaved off the hard stubble, changed into a clean dress, lay on the bed that was not comfortable at all, closed his eyes and meditated, if knights and swordsmen are professions that maximize the development of the body, especially the limbs, then the magician is definitely the most "intensive" for the brain A handful of people, this group, have tirelessly piled up building blocks for the breadth and depth of their thinking, and this road has no end. Augustine wasn't a genius in the strict sense of the word, but he had some dark gold levers in the broad sense that had sustained him to where he is today. Augustine spoke softly in a string of Gularan and fell asleep.

“IndivisibiliteracInseparabiliter。 ”

"Don't leave, don't give up. ”