Rest assured, the characters will not be counted in this month's update. From the 1st to now, 7 days, I have coded 70,000 words. Miraculous. Take a break today and start the week tomorrow. PS: Characters are being released one after another. ）

The Black Woman Who Defied God

"In the natural world of the jungle, the more the king of beasts, the more I like the feeling of being away from the beasts and looking down on the common people, and the same is true for human beings, because the superior will not walk with the lowly, and this person is the king of the kings, we can only vaguely know that she appeared in the Mayan Snow Mountain Temple 119 years ago, appeared on the Golden Island 78 years ago, and the most recent clue is 49 years ago, she appeared in the Central Church of the Empire in the Far North. ”

—Top Secret Codex of the Vatican See, p. 1098

Sitting in the spacious carriage, the Holy See Excumber of Vatrenta, Iyeta, had no reason in his mind to think of a secret book that he had recently seen in the library of the Holy See, a top-secret codex called the Dark Apocalypse, which he would not have been able to see in his lifetime if he had not been a bishop with certain privileges.

Outside the carriage, a vast group of papal paladins, all blessed and baptized in golden-colored armor, brilliant as the sun, inlaid with triangular papal signs, they are the most transcendent knights of the Holy Empire, the Knights of Glory, Iyeta saw the bright light of these paladins wrapped in the sun, and couldn't help but close her eyes, drew a triangle on her chest with her middle finger, and exclaimed: "Believe in the Lord, we walk with glory until heaven." ”

Iyeta lazily closed his eyes, contented, he really had no reason to be unhappy, the so-called Exgeshop, that is, the representative of the Patriarch of the Holy See to a foreign diocese, as a just-returned Exgester, as soon as he returned to the country, he was sent to the city of Augs to perform the baptism ceremony for the eldest young master of the Rotonchilde family, what a show, Ieta believed that the Lord must have heard his pious prayer.

The gods of the Vatican in the Vatican are divided into black and white, of which the black gods are monks, friars, friars, monks, bishops, archbishops, overarchbishops and cardinals and God's spokesman on land - the patriarch These ten grades, as the overarch who is only one step away from the core of the Holy See, there are often too many overseers who cannot cross this threshold in their lifetime.

"It should be almost there, right?"

Iyeta muttered to herself, not knowing if he was about to arrive at the city of Augs, or if he was implying that he was about to climb to the position of cardinal, or both?

On the road outside the majestic city of Augsco, he stopped the carriage, lifted the curtains, and squinted his eyes at the economic capital of the empire.

The reverent and awe-struck eyes of the group on the road reassuring Iyeta.

At the moment when Iyeta was about to lower the curtains, he suddenly felt an extraordinary fluctuation, which was a feeling different from that of a warrior or a magician, not much shocking, but it made Iyeta a little uncomfortable, he finally stopped his eyes on a black-robed woman in the distance, looking very cold, walking very slowly, Iyeta, who had seen a lot of strange things, did not pay too much attention to it, when he saw a person in the crowd of people unintentionally bumped into her thin body, the woman staggered, which completely dispelled Iyeta's doubts, the strange pattern on the black robe may be a painter's graffiti, too long to stay in the empire, he found himself having to integrate into this new circle as soon as possible.

The city of Augs is divided into two large urban areas, the east is rich, the west is poor, and the distinction is clear, the women in the east are ashamed to marry into the Xicheng District, and the men in the east are to enter the circle of the Xicheng District as the goal. The Middle East can be divided into four districts: Rex, Rodri, Tabor and Simon, where most of the merchant magnates are clustered in Rodri, and the real owners of the second largest city outside the imperial capital are in the smallest district, Tabor, who will be regarded as the real upper class and the national elite.

Rotonchild's mansion is located in it, No. 19 Taylor Street, adjacent to it is the lord of the city of Augs, Prince Otis, although they are the government and the opposition know the sworn enemies, but the Rotonchild family is not easy to grudge and the prince is not the slightest political festival, it is said that the prince known for his martial arts once pursued the flower of Augs, that is, the wife of the Duke of Rotonchild, it is conceivable that the two families will have endless wonderful stories through the nobles or subordinates who like gossip and gossip to pass on to the whole city。

For example, from time to time in the palace of Prince Otis, it is rumored that the Augustinian Count of the Rotonchild family is actually a girl.

It will also be reported from the Rothonchild Mansion that the eldest young master of my family took away the virginity of the precious daughter of Prince Odis when he was two years old.

For example, the Duke of Rothonchild is no longer humane, so he specially hired people to hunt seven-tailed yaks, wanting to rely on bullwhips to make up for it.

There will also be gossip that Prince Otis actually has a very broad personality......

The upper circles will always whisper about these contents after the wine, tea, and dinner, and the corners of their mouths will be filled with a knowing smile, and when they see the Prince or the Duke of Rotonchild, they can be more respectful and serious.

The bottom circle was dumbfounded by these explosive gossips, and at the same time, they couldn't help but say "the upper class society is really obscene".

The carriage stopped in the middle of the Via Taylor, and Iyeta, dressed in a silver robe and a round hat, slowly got out of the car, and the glorious and majestic posture of the Knights of Glory of the Holy See attracted the attention of many good deeds, and in the Holy Empire, the Knights of Glory who were blessed by the clergy above the level of at least the bishop were undoubtedly at the top of the pyramid of the knightly class, and through the investigation of the do-gooders, in the hearts of women aged 8 to 80 in the Empire, the Knights of Glory, who swore to serve the Patriarch all their lives, overwhelmed the harpist by a small number of votes and became the most desirable object of a one-night stand.

Regardless of whether this is a conspiracy by the Holy See to hire some laborers who are free from the development of limbs, at least now there are many young girls on Taylor Street who have slipped out of the mansion, all of them with affection and desire to speak, which makes the already elegant knight of glory even more majestic and high-spirited.

Luo Tong Child stood at the door, and saw Iyeta, who was dressed in a silver robe like an immortal, and his two beautifully groomed mustaches couldn't help but curl, maybe according to Luo Tong Child's family background, his son Augustine would not be a bad idea even if he let those cardinal archbishops come to baptize, but Luo Tong Child knew that the Holy See was holding a guild in the past few months, and it would be good for the princes and nobles of the empire to invite an archbishop, and this Iyeta had another more hidden background in addition to the identity of the most promising cardinal archbishop, he also had another more hidden background: he was the second disciple of the imperial archkarcist St. Jerome。

The huge pyramid of imperial power that can be crowned with the word "holy" in front of the name can be counted on one hand!

This kind of powerful existence hardly sets foot in the power whirlpool, but this does not mean that this small group has no right to speak, on the contrary, it is these monster-like old men who can speak the most.

So the Duke of Rothonchild was very pleased, and very enthusiastically accompanied the Bishop of Ietatu into the Duke's Palace, at that moment, this man who was slandered by men as a strict wife and a grassy wall, but was regarded by women as the most attractive male in the city of Augs, suddenly thought that if this son was a little more talented and stronger, would he be able to bring the honor of the family to a new peak.

Then he laughed to himself, but unfortunately Augustine didn't have that kind of material.

Thinking of his wife's doting eyes when she looked at the child, the duke's heart warmed, no matter what the child is, after all, it is his own child, and as the child's mother said, the children of the family can live peacefully for a lifetime, which can already be regarded as the favor of the goddess of fate. Iyeta arrives in the palatial main hall and finally sees the legendary Grace Constance Fairmes Rotonchild, a woman whose intelligence is as brilliant as her face, and for whom the men of the empire tend to love and hate very little.

As soon as Iyeta saw her beautiful eyes that were as clear as autumn pools, she quickly collected her emotions and looked at the child hiding behind the woman with majesty and kindness, generally, this was Ieta's first impression of Augustine, the roots and bones were ordinary, and the magic content was not much higher than that of ordinary people, which was rare in the family, but it was not a rare thing.

The baptism process was not complicated, Iyeta held a silver cup in his left hand, which contained holy water, he came to Li Futu, drew a chest triangle with his right hand, dipped his middle finger in the silver cup, and then tapped Li Futu's forehead, and solemnly said: "God said: I have known you in your mother's womb, and I have chosen you before I created the world." Because, you are my child. ”

Augustine looked up at the overarch, opened his mouth slightly, and was at his mercy, which was indeed the look that an ignorant child should show.

Iyeta nodded holy water on Augustine's forehead and said, "God says, 'Enter through the narrow gate.'" For wide is the gate that leads to destruction, and the way is great, and many enter in, but narrow is the gate to life, and the way is small, and few are to find it. Child, you have to follow my footsteps before you can walk towards honor and enter the immortal palace. ”

Little Augustine had a pious face.

His performance pleased the baptizing Bishop, who was not qualified enough, but he was sincere, and God would not abandon such a good child.

Iyeta's well-maintained oily face was even kinder, and for the third time she dipped her middle finger in holy water, but instead of rushing to put it on Augustine's forehead, she smiled and asked, "God finally said: My question is, will you be my child?"

The Duke of Rotonchild winked hard at the young Augustine and motioned for him to nod quickly.

Augustine didn't do anything shocking in the end, nodded obediently, and the baptism was finished.

To Iyeta's surprise, Rotonchild's real master did not politely keep him, but directly sent him to the door very formulaically, not indifferent or enthusiastic, Iyeta is not good to say that this beautiful woman refuses to be thousands of miles away, but she feels that this woman from a prominent background is too proud, but she is used to seeing all kinds of conceited nobles with eyes above the top, and Iyeta's city has not yet reached the point of anger, and she is slightly embarrassed to leave directly back to the imperial capital.

At the corner of the street, Iyeta seemed to vaguely see a slightly familiar figure, but the carriage had already turned at this time, and he was not allowed to think too deeply, he had a lot of affairs to deal with and a clue to be cleared, so he didn't pay attention to it, and it was really nothing to meet one or two familiar people on Taylor Street, which was full of dignitaries.

If the Overlord had come to the Duke's Palace again, he would have wondered why Grace had stood at the door with the Duke for a long time and refused to leave.

Finally, the mystery is revealed.

The black-robed woman came to them, not at all as conscious that she was facing the most famous couple of men and women in the city of Augs, and said slowly: "Give me the child." A vain god and a fallen papacy cannot give him glory, I can. ”

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Whip, Faith, Sunshine

The witch's face was as quiet and pleasant as ever, but the eyes behind the frame changed sharply, and her body was slightly stiff, I don't know if she was thinking about throwing this guy who didn't know how to live or die into the poisonous liquid brewed in Mitterrand's ambergris, or simply throwing him to the Heindian tribe, which has cannibalistic customs and is proficient in the art of shrinking human heads, she did not rush to push Augustine away, just quietly waited for his next move, just waited for a long time, she found that this bold young priest did not seem to have obscene thoughts, Augustine just gently hugged her, pillowed his head on her shoulder, and even breathed steadilyThis is not a state of mind that a blasphemer may have.

The witch whispered, "Coward, aren't you afraid that I'll throw you at the foot of Mount Maidaiola?"

Augustine closed his eyes and said calmly: "I just don't want to look down on you, it's not easy to keep my head up in front of you all the time, I've maintained this posture for so many years, and I'm a little unwilling." ”

The witch sighed: "As a nobleman, you must look up to the Holy Emperor for the rest of your life, and as a priest, you have to look up to the Patriarch for the rest of your life, how come I haven't heard of a nobleman who said to hug Jupiter the Great, and I haven't heard of a priest asking to be on an equal footing with the Patriarch, child, this excuse is not clever." ”

Augustine finally let go of the witch, facing the familiar face that was not sad or happy, just like the famous painting "Duchess of Wittenberg" with a warm background in the big cold tones, it was a noble woman who had charmed half the continent with her wisdom four centuries ago, the witch had the same eyes as her, Augustine smiled: " Madame, have you forgotten that I am a male heir of Rotonchild, and that one of my ancestors once warned my children and grandchildren on his deathbed that no matter how many lovers you have, don't forget to take your whip with you when you pamper them? Except my father, I have never been in the habit of looking up to any woman, and I am afraid that at this point, Madame, you will make me scorned and reviled by all my ancestors. ”

The witch seemed amused by the last words of the old Duke of Rotonchild, and her stiff expression gradually eased. Picking up the book "Lice Under the Pope's Robes" again, it seemed that he was not going to pursue Augustine's offense, and said in a flat tone: "But I know that your ancestor, who regarded women as inferior to slaves, brought a leather whip and did not forget to carry a large pile of diamond rings and jewelry. ”

Augustine smiled stupidly, "Madam, I don't have diamond ring jewelry yet." ”

The witch squinted at Augustine, who was pretending to be stupid, and sneered, "Do you have a leather whip?"

Augustine closed his mouth in amusement and craned his neck to look at the ceiling, which really angered the powerful teacher who had cast a shadow over his entire childhood. Augustine did not doubt that he would suffer enough, although his face was as restrained as possible, and it didn't matter if he showed the greatest extent, but his heart was already turbulent, because after all, this was his first intimate contact with a witch in addition to his childhood hand-holding!

The witch who was flipping through the books said coldly, "Augustine." It seems that your excitement and joy at making this move far outweighs your fear of my subsequent punishment. ”

Augustine, whose true mind was revealed at once, immediately wept and looked pitifully at the witch who was reading with the most miserable and desolate eyes possible, although this kind of temporary cover-up was very pale and funny in the eyes of the witch, but it was better than dying a little slower than pretending to be macho, he knew the witch's temper, for example, if a person who did not want to die played the role of a warrior in front of her who said that he was not afraid of death, she would definitely clean him up without saying a word.

The witch, who didn't even look up, whispered, "Pretend to be pitiful, this coward heir who wants to have a leather whip in his pocket but no diamond jewels, do you think I should treat you as an experiment with the mummy pharaoh's magic, or do I think I should use you as a carrier for the alchemical corpse of Calauma?"

Augustine, who had been sitting very close to the witch, stared at the book "Lice Under the Pope's Robes", which she had opened. Hearing the witch say this, he didn't worry about his fate, on the contrary, if she just passed it by without saying a word, Augustine would most likely not have a good sleep in the next few years, because the bed was very small, Augustine could only lean his head against the wall after lying down horizontally, looking at the witch's blurred back shrouded in black robes, and said, "Madam, when are you leaving the Maidaiola Seminary?"

The witch whispered, "Tomorrow." ”

Augustine sighed: "Madam, you said that a great man like your teacher Teheza died in obscurity. Alas, I have heard that such a great astrologer has not a disciple who can inherit the mantle, and I, as a priest of the penitent, have not even had the opportunity to listen to the teachings of such a great woman. ”

The witch sneered slightly, "Why. You even want to go to Tehesa with a leather whip?"

When I think of the old astrologer, Teheza, is more like a dried corpse than the finished product of Caloma's alchemy. Augustine almost didn't vomit blood, wondering how she had spent so many years together without realizing that her occasional black humor was so evil. Changing to a more comfortable position to admire her back, the incomparably precious moment of embracing, Augustine was not stupid enough to go blank for a while, but gave full play to his imagination to roughly trace the outline of her body.

The witch still kept her eyes on the book, and said, "If you want to get close to Teheza and hope to become his disciple, I advise you to die of this heart, you are not suitable for astrology, she will not teach it, and you will not be able to learn it." Any astrologer who chooses this path means that he has rejected power, glory, love, marriage, Augustine, will he be?"

Augustine smiled and said, "Madam, I listen to you. ”

The witch turned her head, stared at Augustine, who was serious from the bottom of her heart, and said calmly, "Child, I don't need your gaze. ”

Augustine got up, sat down almost next to the witch, and said, "Madame, I have given you all my faith, and you are responsible for me. ”

The witch didn't seem to be amused by the joke, but was a little distracted, sighed and said, "You built that glass, you gave the bread of faith to the ants, but you ended up discarding the glass, this is actually the relationship between the gods and the epic continent." Augustine. This is probably the most ridiculous joke I've ever said, and I haven't even heard of Tehesa. ”

Leaving the room, the witch did not seem to punish the thought of "hugging".

Augustine lay in bed and fell into meditation.

The witch came quietly and went quietly. Augustine was not even given a chance to say goodbye.

The next day, in the interval between the copying of the scriptures, Augustine sat on the tree of Teba, in a long daze, and when he came back to his senses, Teheza, who was as old as this tree, stood under the tree, and her life was like the setting sun that was about to lose its last rays, and stood quietly under the tree, looking at the plain of red agate, calm and peaceful. Augustine looked down at the old man, not sure if he would be able to be so calm on the day of his death.

The old astrologer was the first to speak: "Son, your name is Augustine, right?"

Augustine nodded, he was always full of respect for this old man who was willing to be lonely.

She leaned on the dragon's eye staff and smiled, "Child, what do you think of my teacher?"

Augustine was stunned for a moment. For a while, he didn't understand the so-called "teacher" of Tehesa, and then he almost didn't fall off the Tieba Tree, and asked sluggishly: "Dear Prophet Teshesa, is my teacher, that is, St. Temis, your teacher, and not your disciple?"

Tehesa sighed, "How long has the teacher's name, which I never dared to say, been silent? She smiled slightly, looked up at the young priest with a shocked face, and said, "Augustine, you are the fourth student of the teacher. I hope you don't insult her sacred honor of not being stained in the slightest. ”

As if in the abyss of memory, the old astrologer ignored Augustine's questions, and his voice was like a dry ivy without green leaves on the walls of a monastery, and he said to himself: "When I was a child choosing astrology, my teacher told me that silence is solemn only when it is better to say than to talk about anything. Silence is sometimes a sign of ignorance, sometimes a sign of cowardice, and often plays the role of an accomplice in the face of sin cloaked in the garb of power and power. A person can live a very small and humble life. But he can't be without dignity in his heart. I didn't understand this sentence before, so I thought I was honorable for decades, until I walked out of the palace and stayed in Maidaiola for so many years. to this day. I tried to straighten up, but I found that I was getting old. is so old that she even needs crutches to walk, and the teacher may say less than any big person, but she has seen, heard, and understood more than anyone else, so please cherish the years you spend with the teacher. ”

Augustine looked blank, and the time spent with "St. Témis" played out in his mind.

Tehesa, who was silent and never spoke to anyone, seemed to want to pour out all the words that had been stored in her heart in one breath, and said: "The teacher is a rigorous and intelligent logical positivist, for her, the world is like a pile of complex formulas, and all mysteries can be solved through experiments and calculations, so she does not respect the gods and is not afraid of the devil, she walks alone in the dark magic channel, and is farther and farther away from us." ”

Augustine cautiously asked the vulgar question, "Is she powerful?"

Tehesa smiled slightly, not angry at this childish question, and said: "Augustine, have you ever heard of two magicians standing at the peak of the magic pyramid fighting? The magic book in the hands of the magician is not the big sword on the waist of the swordsman or the spear in the hand of the knight, in the field of magic, the pursuit of pure power, there is the dark fruit of the necromancer, and even the most powerful necromancer, in front of the knight of the holy coffin blessed by the gods, can only retreat. ”

Augustine sighed.

Tehesa said earnestly: "Son, never expect the teacher to give you strength. ”

Lying on the trunk of a tree, Augustine looked at the bright sky through the dense foliage, and murmured strangely: "St. Tatemis, do you expect a man to dare to come to you with a whip? ”

These seem to be the interesting last words of the third head of the Rothonchilde family.

Stretching out his palms and clenching them, Augustine seemed to want to hold the sun.