Viscount Heber didn't care about the long-withered title of Rothonchild, and like most of the well-informed nobles in the imperial capital, he didn't take Cosmo seriously, because Cosmo was simply a doll that was put on the table by Emperor Jupiter to balance the trident, and maybe one day he would be drowned by the Dark Triumvirate.

It's just that when the Count Duron of the Marser family and the big banker Riffao and other first-class nobles and wealthy people of the empire gathered in the White Elephant Castle, and finally had to leave Marceau with all regrets, Viscount Heber began to be very curious about Augustine, the young consul, most of the rumors of gods and dragons are not true, but it is not doubtful that a group of powerful people will leave Marceau with their tails between their tails, and now the emperor is enthusiastically discussing this topic, some of the old men who bet that Augustine will die together with the cosmo in three months are beating their chests, and the big Caesar gold coins are all lost, and Viscount Heber does not believe in reputation, but only in strength, The strength that has been verified by blood and water, there is no doubt that the new neighbor of the Black Swan Lake Manor gave an answer that he was not willing to accept but had to admit it head-on, sleeping with a beast nearby, it was not pleasant, and the business-minded Heber had been looking for an opportunity to show goodwill, in his opinion, the White Elephant Castle was considered to annoy the Cosmo, so could he show enough goodwill? Not to form an alliance with the unknown fate of the Cosmo, nor to make enemies with the descendants of the traitor, this is Heber's bottom line.

Who knows, this young giant of the famous empire preemptively stretched out his spear.

Viscount Heber, who is the best at playing official with big people and women with a smooth tone, stood on the spot, racking his brains, trying to figure out the strategic intentions and specific tactics of this group of uninvited guests.

"I regret that Viscount Heber's Knights of Estée Manor allowed heretical knights such as the financial vampire Lifao, the hypocrite Metropolitan Poland, and the traitor Count Duron to enter Black Swan Lake. Augustine picked a chair and sat down, still smiling, but his mouth said a "trial" that would make many parties tremble, not giving Viscount Heber a chance to argue, Augustine waved his hand, "I can moderately relieve the courage of holding a competition on the Sabbath against the doctrine, throwing the orthodox knights into the Colosseum, and your heroic performance in the big bed today, Viscount Heber, but on the first point, I am a little disappointed, isn't the Lion of Hearts known for defending justice in the empire? Order], in the eyes of the Todd family, not justice, just a gimmick?"

After Fiona skillfully helped Viscount Heber get dressed with both hands, she realized that this handsome knight who called himself the Grand Consul was not a guest of Estée Manor, but a potential enemy, and she saw that the atmosphere was stiff, and the young master Heber, who had always been full of confidence, was actually stabbed pale by a large and empty speech, and Lady Fiona, who was overflowing with maternal love, immediately came out to play a round, but unfortunately as soon as she opened her mouth, she was hit in the face with a whip, a whip mark was shocking, and the impostor noblewoman who had been pampered for many years covered her face, and she couldn't believe that there were aristocrats who were more unreasonable than barbarians in Marceau？

It was Miss Elizabeth who smoked the whip, and the motive couldn't be simpler, she just couldn't get used to seeing the fullness and heaviness of this lady's chest, and seeing the moving appearance of Lady Fiona, she was furious, and threw out a whip again, but this whip was tightly held by the sympathetic Viscount Heber, which showed that the Viscount did have a unique affection for her, otherwise with Viscount Heber's caution, it would be impossible to make any provocative behavior at such a sensitive moment, Elizabeth, who was holding the long whip, smiled gloomily, threw away the whip in disgust, and shouted in a muse: "Poseidon, Apollo, suck the souls of this dog man and woman out of me!"

The eye sockets of the two little Lori butler's exclusive toys guarding outside the giant gate immediately flashed red when they heard the master's call.

"Calm down. Augustine frowned.

Elizabeth, who was as beautiful as a fairy princess, pouted and looked aggrieved, but she still honestly withdrew the order to the two great witches. Poseidon and Apollo are both among the twelve main gods of Olympia, but she is called two puppets, but it is clear that no one will be fed enough to care about her blasphemy.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me for my offense to this young lady. Viscount Heber was aggrieved, and his face must also maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, trying to find a balance between dignity and flattery, at first glance Elizabeth made him a little abrupt, it was really beautiful not like a human being, so that Viscount Heber, who has always been gorgeous, didn't know for a while whether to call Xiao Lori a lady or a lady, anyway, it can't be said to be a child, and the children bred by the sacrament ministry are no different from the children of the devil. Viscount Heber motioned to Madame Fiona to open a bottle of wine with his eyes, and when he saw Augustine sitting on a chair, he neither dared to stand and look down at the neighbor, nor did he dare to move the chair to sit down, so the Viscount who had not had time to put on his shoes had to bend over, and as for the four slutty girls with status and background in Marceau, they quickly dressed and shrunk in the corner of the room, and they didn't dare to come out, among them were the flowery girls who were blown up by the sugar-coated cannonballs of Viscount Heber and became nymphos, and there were also the charming wives of the knighthood husband who were running around in the field and were lonely, and there was even an elderly nun from the Blanche Convent in Marceaushire, who was in her 40s and had excellent body maintenance, presumably in bed, it is also better to be experienced in order to be favored by Viscount Heber.

"It's okay, it's a trifle. Augustine shook his head and said, glancing at the posture of Mrs. Fiona in the distance, quite sultry, this commoner-born Empress No. 2 of the Marceau salon is actually not very outstanding in terms of face alone, and she is only a few medium among beautiful women, but fortunately she has a seamless figure and temperament that matches her face, with bright peach blossom eyes, and a mature body that exudes a desire to commit crimes that men can violate and ravage, Aunt Quentin is actually better than Mrs. Fiona in terms of physical capital, but Mrs. Fiona is congenitally coquettish and trained by a man who can't count with a pair of hands and a pair of feet, so she naturally knows how to grasp the mind of a man。

Viscount Heber bowed down and handed Augustine a glass of fine wine, and explained by the way: "Your Excellency, I would like to explain that the Count of Duron and their knights entered your estate under the leadership of the Greenspan family, and I was not in the castle at the time, and you also understand that Greenspan has always been on a rampage in Marceau County, and he will not take Lauder Castle in his eyes at all, and I heard that Levao and Count Duron once met at the White Elephant Castle......"

Augustine interrupted Viscount Heber's diversionary gaze, holding a wine glass, not drinking, and smiled, "I heard?"

Viscount Heber immediately said in a deep voice: "Absolutely true. ”

Augustine was silent, and there was no anger and uneasiness expected by Viscount Heber, which made Viscount Heber confused for a while, and Fiona behind him was even more inexplicable, a handsome guy suddenly appeared, and then he was suddenly whipped by a little girl, and then the young man sat down to drink and chat with Master Heber like an ally, Lady Fiona found that her mind could not be turned around, and the most frustrating thing for her was that she found that she did not have the confidence to conquer this great man of the Sacramental Congregation with her flesh, and remembered that she had not fought in bed with a man from the Sacramental Ministry。

Augustine finally spoke, "I forgot to tell Viscount Heber that I am the mistress of the White Elephant Castle and Miss Alice's personal magic teacher. ”

Viscount Heber's mind went blank for a moment.

Augustine sneered: "It seems that the Estee Manor still doesn't want to show the sincerity it deserves. ”

Viscount Heber lowered his head, his brow furrowed, and gradually changed from panic to hideous terror, and then everything vanished, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Augustine, though he did not see this interesting change with his own eyes, continued to strike at Viscount Heber's newly hardened heart," I know that Memmy didn't go to the Mississixi Arena at the behest of Louis's butler, and I also know that the clever Lady Fiona triggered some hidden little mechanism in the process of taking the wine, and I guess it won't be long before the 200-man Knights of the Knights, who are rooted in the north of Estée Manor, and even the Todd family's ace unit, the Grand Knights of the Lion of Hearts, are on their way to Lauder Castle, and the entire province of Marceau must be very shaken, shocked by the grandeur of the Lion of Hearts, and surprised by the fraternity of Viscount Heber, you see, this pure suite, which must have been visited by Archbishop Ram, will definitely be able to become the latest negative example of the Holy See, and when the time comes, the father of the Viscount, that is, Marquis Todd, the red lion of the Holy Empire, must also be pleased to have a heroic and warlike heir in the family. ”

Viscount Heber raised his head, finally shed all his disguises, and said angrily: "Augustine, you need Caesar gold coins, I will give it to you, you need free knights and women, I will give it to you, but if you want to target Estee Manor, it is to start a war against the Lion King!"

"Isn't it great to go to war against the Lion King?"

Augustine squinted at Viscount Heber, poured the glass of red wine in his face, and said, "I will not let go of every spectator in the Mississippi Arena, I am not fighting a toothless lion alone, I am fighting with all of you. ”

Viscount Hepp straightened his waist, gently wiped the wine with disdain, and laughed loudly: "Augustine, do you know what it means to be a knight of 200 people? Do you know what it means to be a knight of a thousand people with a red heart lion? I am curious, Your Excellency the powerful and confident archon, do you have two knights of the holy coffin to follow? or do you have dozens of dragon knights who are ready to go? As far as I know, the last time Cosmo won was not easy, the entire castle of Shigogo was destroyed, I really don't understand where your confidence comes from? Is it the arrogant faith of traitors?"

"It's not that complicated. Augustine shook his head, and he turned his head to look at Lady Quentin wearing Gaia's mask.

Mrs. Quentin's heart was pounding.

Augustine let go of his hand, and the glass fell to the ground.

Before the glass fell on the fluffy wool carpet, Lady Quentin sighed inwardly and without warning pulled out her dagger and struck at the unprepared Viscount Heber.

Poor Viscount Heber had only one honorary knighthood, and could only watch as the female assassin plunged the dagger into his heart, and then gently stirred it, and life passed like water.

Louis and Madame Fiona covered their mouths.

"Cut off his head. Augustine commanded in a cold voice.

Mrs. Quentin had no choice but to do so, but fortunately she was a stranger to swaying her little waist, and she was quite familiar with this kind of bloody work, and her wide-eyed head was in her hand when she died, and it was dripping with blood.

The four unclean women hiding in the corner screamed intermittently like madness, desolate and piercing.

"Unclean dust, unclean dust. Augustine was still sitting in his chair, comfortable, and felt the need to move a few sheets to his private study in the underground castle of Huiszel. Reciting a classic phrase from the Sardinian Doctrine that only the middle-aged woman of the Mother of Blanche could understand, he turned to Elisabeth, who was eager to try, and said, "Let the four worthless sinners make food for Poseidon and Apollo." ”

The two great witches broke directly into the door, and the group of women huddled together cried out in a frenzy.

Augustine hesitated, looked at the nun, and asked, "Can you prove that Viscount Heber seduced you?"

With tears on her face, the nun, who was already making a dying confession, nodded desperately, grabbed the last straw, and sobbed: "I can!"

"Meek and obedient little lamb, the Father will lead you to the right path. Augustine smiled.

The middle-aged nun, who had survived, sat on the ground in a state of limp.

The other three women also began to wisely state that they could testify against Viscount Hebe's indiscretions, to which Augustine responded: "The vase that each of you can carry home will only neutralize the justice and convincing of the testimony of this devout nun." ”

The Great Witch approached step by step, and the final scene was miserable, and the result can be imagined.

Elizabeth's eyes widened and she refused to miss a single detail, as if she were feeding her kittens and puppies.

Augustine looked at Lady Fiona, who couldn't help but approach Louis's butler, and asked with the corners of her mouth, "Wise lady, can you be as honest and pious as this nun? ”

Lady Fiona bit her lip and said in despair, "I can, I can." ”

Augustine stretched, and Lady Quentin, who was still carrying the head of Viscount Heber, said coldly, "You don't plan to leave Estee Manor immediately?"

Augustine asked rhetorically, "Why withdraw?"

Lady Quentin took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and then said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to fight face-to-face with a knight order of more than a thousand people? If you kill the third heir of the Lion King, whether you have a good reason or not, that crazy lion will definitely tear you to pieces!"

Augustine stood up, walked to the windowsill, and as he passed by Aunt Quentin, he touched her plump breasts, which were firmer than Lady Fiona, and smiled, "Correct, it was you who killed Viscount Heber." ”

Mrs. Quentin, who has always been strong and resilient, was also completely broken down by the neurotic "new master".

Augustine walked to the window, looked into the distance, and said softly: "Kill this good but not good heir, and the Lion King will dispel the idea of dying with me, you don't understand, because a woman's wisdom is often inversely proportional to the size of her breasts." ”

Hearing this, Elizabeth crossed her waist and laughed wildly, so proud, so happy.