Toad will open a book separately in the next two days, and the update is not guaranteed. The stability of "Tenjin" trumps everything. ）

There are two handful of extreme roles in the heirs of the nobility, one is an outstanding young man like Constantine who is placed on the high hopes of the family, even on the stage of the imperial capital, there is a place reserved for them, as for the fat knight Rheinhardt, who has won an Iron Oak Medal, he can barely be classified into this ranks, the Holy Empire has nearly thirty counties and provinces, and there are nearly a thousand large and small families that have been included in the official pedigree, and there are still a few political upstarts who are both talented and backstage, and the other is Augustine, who was kicked over by the goddess of fate and did not forget to run over a few feet, was born in a big family, but was dragged down by the family burden, in addition, the empire is most of a large number of noble men and women who have no hope of reaching the top in their lives, and they don't need to be so depressed as to sell their family titles for a living, and Miss Alice, the treasure of the barbarians, is undoubtedly the best of this kind of lucky people, the rising Greenspan does not need her to go out to support the façade, there are already enough male heirs to work for the badge and decorations, she can spend a lot of time studying the clothing trends of the imperial capital, she can also spend the night reading elegant anthologies that the commoners can't reach, or be a supporter of a certain court poet, Alice was obsessed with the prose collection of the court ceremonial officer Madame Goschel when she was a girl, especially the letters she wrote to the princes and princesses when she was on vacation at Eros Manor, which is most admired by the world, "Tell it eloquently, like a clear spring." It was only when she entered the Senate that she became the first secretary of state in the history of the Holy See that she completely put down the quill and stopped writing, and Alice was sad for a long time.

In the evening, Alice would sit on the balcony of the White Elephant Castle reading a book, drinking the mellow and delicious black tea of the Ceylon Highlands brought from the sea, and holding a well-made collection of small poems, very thin.

In the past ten years, there have been few works within the Holy Empire that can sell well and have a good reputation in both nobility and commoner circles, and there are more foreign books such as "Flowers and Blood", but the "Confessions", which is the fourth officially recognized classic book of the Vatican Holy See, is an exception, because he is the great posthumous work of Cardinal Ieta, who was posthumously canonized, and there is also a copy of "Flowers Do Not Die" by the great imperial poet Duke Rotonchild After his death, he was much more fortunate than Prince Otis, who often provoked the royal family and the Holy See, and most of the Empire believed that it was the idealism of the poet who tempted Duke Grace to betray the Empire, and his works were not banned by the Empire, but became more and more popular, perhaps even the filthy traders in the Lolita slave market could recite a few beautiful verses of the Duke of Mercy, but there is no doubt that the most widely praised poem by the traitorous Duke is a poem, "Flowers Do Not Die" Most of his editions of his poetry collections are also named after these four words, as is the book in Miss Alice's hand, which she has recently recited every day, which is not lengthy.

"I am a flower that refuses to wither. ”

"I am a veteran and refuse to leave the battlefield. ”

The poem begins with this.

There are about thirty more sentences to follow, which is very short for the hundreds of lines of lyric poetry in the Empire.

"Flowers don't die, veterans don't die. ”

"To my son, the future owner of Obsidian, me and Grace the Little, Augustine. ”

Ending with this.

After Alice finished reciting, she put the book of poems back on the table, and the old butler immediately handed her a cup of precious black tea at a moderate temperature, and Alice said softly: "Asa, you go and get busy, I'll be alone for a while." ”

"Miss, waiting for your orders at any time. The old butler whispered, quietly leaving the balcony of the White Elephant Castle, which had been praised by a certain bard, for the castle itself was located at the top of this section of the mountain, and occupied almost the entire peak, majestic and majestic, and standing on the spacious balcony overlooking the northwest corner of Marceau County, the view was particularly spectacular. Old Asa is Alice's personal butler, basically every big family will have multiple butlers, one-on-one service to a certain heir, the strength of the personal butler often symbolizes the status of the nobleman within the family, the Holy Empire, the most well-known butler is probably the butler of the Rudolph family, Catherine, one is her female identity, and then her jaw-dropping queen attribute is too arrogant, it is said that even Emperor Jupiter has personally teased the "imperial watchdog" Rudolph's housekeeper, said that she was the only one who could calm down the wolf king Rudolph and let her take a bath, so the housekeeper profession was also a good choice for many children of down-and-out nobles in the empire, and the old Asa was a small nobleman in the province of Antoine with the title of viscount before entering Greenspan, in a country where even genuine knights and priests could mark the price in a cage in Lolita, it was not a shame for some nobles who had no money to support their families to be personal butlers for everyone.

Alice drank black tea and sat in the golden dusk, looking at the sky in a daze.

Suddenly, without warning, a head appeared on the balcony railing, and Alice sat in a chair with a teacup and her eyes widened.

The White Elephant Castle has not yet recorded the feat of a madman who climbed from a cliff to the main balcony of the castle, which is countless times more powerful than the knights in the bard's works who climb two or three floors to chant and offer flowers to the noblewoman, Alice looked at the head holding a rose, but still did not come back to her senses, her head has not woken up from this shock, you must know that this madman who sneaked into the White Elephant Castle despite all difficulties regardless of identity and etiquette is the consul who summoned [St. Urban]! At this moment he climbed over the guardrail, jumped onto the balcony, his gray robe was covered with dust, walked up to Miss Alice, bowed slightly, handed the rose to the lady with a puzzled and touched face, and smiled: "Your visit to the Black Swan Lake Manor is impressive, and I think you should be pleasantly surprised." ”

"Augustine, how did you climb up?" Alice took the rose, trotted over to the railing, leaned out and looked down, unable to imagine that the Archon had begun to climb at the foot of the hill and finally conquered the cliff.

"Crossing mountains and rivers to rescue a lonely princess from a huge castle is something every knight should do once in his life. Augustine laughed, very unceremoniously picked up Alice and drank a small half of the black tea, drank it all in one gulp, he climbed exhaustively for almost an afternoon, before he succeeded in reaching the summit without hiding the White Elephant Castle guards, during which he almost fell off the cliff several times, and almost didn't need the boring magnates of the empire to arrange a great knight or an archmage to deal with the young archon, he himself went to drink tea with God.

Alice was stunned and immediately squirmed, for a very childish reason, for she thought that dressing a little too fancy to-day would leave the interesting knight with a bad image of a superficial vase.

Augustine sat where Alice had sit, took a breath, saw the frontispiece of "Flowers Do Not Die", his expression was calm, he picked it up and opened it gently, in addition to the recently circulated "Flowers Are Not Dead", there are many prose poems published by Duke Rotonchild, not limited to love, and many of his unique views on war and religion, Augustine said softly: ""Flowers Do Not Die" should be placed at the end of the volume, it is more appropriate. ”

Alice nodded slightly, not daring to speak, for fear of touching on a taboo topic that would ruin the atmosphere, and Greenspan's flower EQ was as good as her IQ and did not disappoint the barbarians.

Augustine saw another anthology on the table with an elegant binding and beautiful cover, which was the work of Madame Goschel, the private literary teacher of the imperial family in the past, which was obviously much thicker than "Flowers Do Not Die", Augustine, who had first contact with the literati Mrs. Goschel and not the Secretary of State, Queen Goschel, hesitated for a moment, but still opened the anthology, because a sentence on the cover made him scoff, and he wanted to confirm how naïve and vulgar the largest vase of the empire was, just as he was about to open the book, Alice extinguished his desire to read with a word, " I heard from my father that Madame Goschel was the youngest dragon knight of our empire, and oh my God, she was a knight, and she was the poet I admired the most. ”

"In addition to being a court dragon knight who hopes to become the youngest knight of the Holy Coffin in the Empire, she is also a secret royal swordsman, able to be the personal teacher of the princesses and princes, and a few lines of poetry are certainly not enough to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, let alone let His Majesty the Emperor send her to the position of chief secretary of state. Augustine laughed and put the Goschel Anthology back on the table, the cover of which was still piercing and uncomfortable, "No matter how much we resist, every flower will die, and every knight will grow old", he said something inside that even Greenspan's heirs could not touch, "This Goschel Secretary of State is an illegitimate daughter of the Windsor family, who gave birth to the Teutonic magnate, suffered many injustices at a young age, and grew up with an innate hatred for all nobles. It is most appropriate to put such a woman with a distorted personality in the Faculty of Thought. If I remember correctly, when the Holy See tried Prince Odis jointly, although she was not the Grand Presiding Judge, she was the cardinal who was responsible for questioning and adjudicating Prince Odis on behalf of the Jury of Hundred, and made Prince Odis's head hang a statue of St. Urban, that is, the result of spit out of her mouth. ”

Alice's face was pale, and her little hand holding roses trembled quietly.

Since Madame Goschel was in a position similar to that of the deputy presiding judge, she must have been responsible to some extent for the verdict of the guilty verdict of the Duke of Rotonchild. And the woman who most likely announced the destruction of Rothonchild, her collection of poems, is placed not far from "Flowers Do Not Die", Alice herself finds it too ironic, this exaggerated black humor is not funny at all, when Augustine climbs onto the balcony, she ascends to the paradise of love, when Augustine seems to be calm and peaceful to tell the inside story of the traitor trial, Alice despairs that the goddess of love has abandoned her as a big fool.

She is not so naïve as to think that she can be happy and happy for a long time after smooth sailing, Alice, who likes to simplify complex issues, just deliberately takes off the identities of both parties, trying to start a most ordinary love, it turns out that what lies between her and Augustine is not only the cliff of the White Elephant Castle, but also too many unknown factors that may be absurd. Alice stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, holding a bouquet of roses that had long ceased to be delicate, and looked at the quiet young man, at a loss.

"When I was a child for the first time, when I made a mistake, I would be called out by the teacher to punish me, and I was very stubborn at that time, and I didn't admit my mistakes when I was wrong, so I always stood for most of the day. Augustine said a strange sentence that was not very easy to understand, and no longer paid attention to any court literature teacher or chief secretary of state, looked at the anxious beautiful woman, smiled brightly, like a guy who had arrived in his own territory poured himself another cup of black tea, walked to Alice with a teacup, leaned against the railing, and looked at the Black Swan Lake, "At that time, there was a reason why I didn't dare to admit that there was a girl who felt sorry for me. ”

Alice breathed a sigh of relief.

Augustine drank tea slowly and whispered the phrase from "Flowers Do Not Die": "I am a flower that refuses to wither." Because I'm waiting to see winter. I am a veteran and refuse to leave the battlefield. Because behind me is my wife, my children......"