Obsidian in glory. ）

The majestic Fennel Mountains resemble a sleeping dragon, with a military fortress like the White Elephant Castle and a charming forest villa like the Bird of Bliss on its torso, the former belonging to the barbarian Greenspan, the bloodied nouveau riche of the Empire, and the latter the property of the old aristocratic Condi family.

The luxurious carriages on the wide roads at the foot of the Fennel and the Bez, half of them were the middle families in the province of Marceau who looked up to the honor of the Condi family, and half of them were the "partners of Condy" who had come to congratulate the imperial capital, the partners of Condy, a term that almost needs to be written into the imperial encyclopedia to be interpreted separately, as a proof of the wide connections of the Condi family, Condi has never been at the top of the imperial power pyramid, has never produced an imperial prime minister, not even a general or a secretary of state, it is only rich in chief tax collectors, With the possibility of a new profession that is about to be popularized in the empire and even the entire continent - colonial governors, Condi has never left the inner circle of the Empire. In Marceau, Condi is the shadow chief, and the first time to find the head of the Candi family is not to go to the county administration, but to find the head of the Condi family, and sit down to drink a glass of top white wine from Condy's private winery, and the conflict can often be easily resolved on a sunny and warm tea time. It is rare that Condi, who claims to be the head of Marceau County, is not annoying, and successive county executives have maintained a good friendship with Condi. This may be the survival wisdom of an ancient family.

At the foot of the Fennel Mountains, a wide road leads to the Villas of the Bird of Paradise, and the continuous procession of carriages, all carved with a family crest, arrives from the noble families of the province of Marceau. It's a pity that the Todd family, who didn't see the red lion banner, only vaguely knew that a young sacramental magnate who had lost his title of nobility went to Estée Manor and collected a large number of confessions at the Mississixi Arena, but then there was silence, and the arena audience who was forced to write the confession due to the situation gathered in private, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and came to the conclusion that the elegant villain who was not like a priest or a knight did not dare to provoke the entire small half of Marceau County, let alone compete with the righteous Lion King, and several private estates near Black Swan Lake clearly remembered the shocking scene of the roar of the Knights of the Red Heart Lion of a Thousand people, more people even speculated whether the little poetry brother castle had been crushed by the iron hooves of the lions.

The carriage with the blue griffon insignia stood out in the long procession, and the road was large enough for two carriages side by side, as was the case with many well-connected families, but the carriage, which consisted of a large retinue of knights, seemed lonely and conceited, not to mention side by side, with no carriages approaching within a hundred feet of each other. This is the arrogance of Marceau County that belongs exclusively to Greenspan. The carriage was large and spacious, pulled by a Heizer thoroughbred and three fennel Peste horses, and the horse farm under the Fennel Pestein was rich in the Empire's first-class military horses, although not the strongest horses, but with excellent endurance, a knight's war, the resilience of the horse is as important as its explosive power. As for the use of Haze pure-blooded horse-drawn carriages, this is probably something that only nouveau riche barbarians can do, you must know that this kind of well-deserved horse empress, the great nobles of Jupiter City still need to wait for several years to carefully bring home, and many first-line nobles of the Plantagenet Dynasty who like vassal elegance are proud of owning a Haze thoroughbred horse, and they just want to sleep in the stable.

In the carriage, there sat a monk in a religious robe, a richly dressed lady with a unique style, and a maid with a temperament better than the hostess.

"The discovery of two new continents at the same time by our Empire's 'Gospel' and Kamiao's exploration fleet is the most sensational news on this year's epic continent, and the Plantagenet Dynasty and the Titan Empire immediately requested a summit meeting to discuss related matters. ”

The well-informed celebrity said softly, "It is undoubtedly a copy of the Cenca Island, the same is a group of happy guys lying in bed asking for a cake from a poor worm who has worked hard, the only difference is that the last time the Cenca Islands were defined because of the weakness of the Principality of Jones, the discoverer, and the Cenca Islands are only a small mining island, and the various forces have not turned their faces at the negotiating table, this time it is different, the empire led by the Napoleonic High Priest." The Gospel discovered a new continent that rivaled the entire eastern part of the empire, and Ka Myo ascended from the other direction at about the same time to the island chain on the western side of the new continent, which was named the British Island Chain. The Plantagenet Dynasty, the Principality of the White Rose, and the three major powers led by the Titan Empire took the lead in proposing information sharing with our Empire and Kamiao, but Empress Kamiao directly issued a statement that Britain belonged to Kamiao, and our Emperor His Majesty remained silent, and now even our sworn enemy, the Titan Empire, sent an embassy to Jupiter City, which overwhelmed the dozen or so knights on the southern border of the empire. ”

"Funny. The priest said softly, and then sighed, "If the politicians move their mouths, the generals on horseback will have a headache." ”

"Young Master Augustine, aren't you just a good politician?" said the devilish maid with a very devilish figure, her tone full of mockery.

The beautiful lady who is the most moving pearl of the barbarians quietly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, Aunt Quentin still looks like a descendant of the Plantagenet nobles with a little bit of sharpness in her elegance, and she did not change her style because she was brought into the castle of Stoneland in a humiliating way, the White Elephant Castle, there are still dozens of craftsmen repairing the map of the continent under the auspices of the old butler Asa, and the floor of the most gorgeous hall in the empire, which was once amazed by countless nobles, was dilapidated in the competition between the two in front of them.

The head of the barbarians, Miss Alice's father, Douglas Greenspan was furious when he heard that his tenth birthday gift to little Alice had been nearly destroyed, and almost led a knight of the same level as the Lionheart to set foot on the Shirigo brother, and in the end, the barbarian princess gently coquettishly said, "Forgiving warrior father, have you forgotten that I have just discovered the New World and the British island chain, and I am about to be 20 years old, you just gave me a brand new map, it must be the will of the Lord Father."

It is hard to imagine that the rebellious barbarian leader was a most devout believer, insisted on prayer, never attended banquets on religious days, was loyal to only one wife for life, and never had a scandal of a lover and illegitimate child, for this point, there were very few great nobles in the empire, only Prince Otis of Augscepta, and the poet Duke of Rothonchild, but unfortunately, the head of the prince was hung with a statue of St. John's Cathedral, and the duke finally walked to the gallows in the square, and died quietly in the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the imperial capital, without even reciting the popular poem"Flowers Don't Die", unlike the gloomy Prince Otis, the unpopular Prince Royal Highness was sent to the torture hall and even had his head cut off, the imperial high society did not regret it, but when the poet Duke walked to the gallows, the imperial capital had countless crushes on this poet, artist, sculptor and "moderate nobleman" The men's ladies and ladies were all crying in front of their fiancés or husbands, and the men were all modestly showing sufficient measure, after all, apart from the old enemies of Rotonchild, there was not a single nobleman who did not want to talk and laugh with the learned duke.

There were even rumors in a small area that Chief Secretary of State Goschel had interceded with His Majesty the Emperor on behalf of the Duke.

"The New World hasn't been named yet?" Augustine frowned, he didn't care about Madame Quentin's sarcasm, maybe in private, he only needed a kitten that didn't affect the quality of the faith of the [saints], but outside of the castle of Stango, the order needed a diplomat with good manners, and for a short time, Madame Quentin could only play this role. Lady Fiona, the salon's pet, actually has more means and eyesight, but unfortunately the reputation is really bad, and Augustine still hopes that Brother Shi and Order can have a relatively normal reputation.

"Not yet, there are two tentative names: 'Saints' and 'Gospel', but the Holy See is very hot, and His Majesty the Emperor has refused to express his position. Alice said softly, today, after she was sure that Augustine was willing to attend the banquet with her, she asked her butler, Old Asa, to bring her favorite evening dress from another castle, delicate but not luxurious, and to stand with him, without worrying about the embarrassing picture of being indecent because of the disparity between the rich and the poor.

"This is the wisdom of His Majesty the Emperor. Augustine explained, "He was a politician with good patience and perseverance. So until the dust settles, he will continue to be silent, and with each day of silence, the chips won by the empire increase a little. ”

"What do you mean by dust?" said Mrs. Quentin, who seemed to be accustomed to being an inquirer, but did not realize it.

"In the past, the Epic Continent collectively erected the spearhead towards Ka Miao, mainly because of the moral level, hindered by the authority of the Byzantian Holy See, but no one really wanted to provoke an ice-blooded country that had been fighting with the Barbarian Continent for nearly a thousand years, this time it was different, the Holy Empire plus the British island chain she explored, almost a small epic continent, no one wanted to lag behind this feast, and it was impossible for the Ka Miao Iron Horse to appear out of thin air in that distant virgin land, without the most powerful iron horse on the Epic Continent, the Ka Miao Empire was like a tiger that had lost its teeth, and it was not very respectful to the kings。 Our Imperial Majesty is waiting for the stubborn lone wolf of the north to absorb all the firepower, for the end of the underground war between the Byzantian Holy See and the Vat Atlantican, for the end of the Round Table of Ten, which he was always absent from, for the low-key 'gospel', or for the darling of the empire, Archpriest Napoleon, to gain a foothold in the New World. Augustine said calmly.

"Didn't the empire symbolically build a prison between the mainland and the British island chain, which was officially used to imprison traitors, blasphemers, and other criminals who committed unforgivable crimes, and today's banquet is the celebration of the Condi family's celebration of their heir, the Roman count, who received the title of colonial governor jointly granted by the empire and the Holy See. "Alice, who is proficient in Paya chess, is clearly not a competent politician.

"This is a necessary means, the silence of the Holy Empire does not mean that it can be exploited at will like the weak Duchy of Jones, this is the most distinctive attitude of His Majesty the Emperor, not too aggressive, but at the same time to ensure a moderate toughness. Jones's situation illustrates the lack of diplomacy for weak states, and the diplomats of the Holy Empire have demonstrated that the more powerful a powerful country is, the more flexible its policies are needed. Augustine laughed.

"It's Secretary Goscher who is handling this personally. Alice said softly, glancing carefully at Augustine.

"It's no wonder that the Senate only sent a low-standard jury to visit Black Swan Lake, and it seems that I am still the little person who is not taken seriously by the Chief Secretary of State. Augustine muttered.

This time, even Mrs. Quentin kept her mouth shut, not daring to make an argument easily.

The Duke of Rothonchild wrote a poem "Flowers Do Not Die".

Queen Goschel, the first person in the Senate of the Vatrentino's largest institution and former teacher of royal literature, has an anthology with the cover "Every flower dies, every veteran grows old".

Augustine, who had a great relationship with both authors, had only one copy of the Teachings with him.

There is no "Flowers Are Not Dead" as outsiders speculate. No one had ever heard Master Augustine recite this little poem in its entirety, not even Elizabeth's little shaman.

Some say this is because Rotonchild's heirs have lost their poetic temperament.

Some say that it was the poor cowardly monk who chose to be loyal to the empire in exchange for the life of the traitor's descendants.

Rottonchild's hometown, the city of Augs, spread rumors that he was molesting maids and playing with nuns when Young Master Augustine was a child, and when he was studying at the seminary of Ola, he tirelessly told the wonderful story of the noble boy who plagued the noblewoman in the plains of Metaron, and after Roton Child was disgraced, he spared no effort to rebuke the cowardly behavior of spurning Augustine.

Such a clown young man, such a boring gray story.

If you put it in the collection of bards, you will definitely be ridiculed by the noble lady as a third-rate story written by a second-rate poet, right?

It seems that everyone has forgotten the little dusty poem.

Talking about something.

"Flowers Don't Die":

I am a flower that refuses to wither

Strong winds, torrential rain, heavy snow, barren soil

If no one appreciates it, I will bloom

I am a veteran and refuse to leave the battlefield

The spears were broken, the armor was tattered, and he rode a lame horse

I have to keep my chest straight

Spring asked me

Why not wither in the most splendid autumn season

Honor asks me

Why don't you leave with your medal on

My companion asked me

Why don't we sleep together in the earth?

The war asks me

Why is it reluctant to bow your head

I am a flower that refuses to wither

Because I'm waiting to see winter

Winter is coming

Will it be far away?

I'll see it for my partner

I am a veteran and refuse to leave the battlefield

Because behind me is my wife

My baby

My homeland

Flowers are not grateful

Veterans don't die

"To my son, the future owner of Obsidian, and my and Grace's treasure, little Augustine. ”