A horse-drawn carriage slowly drove from the imperial capital of Jubit to Marceau County, the speed was moderate, but there was no detour, directly across most of Marceau County and then entered the black swan manor in the northwest corner of the county, it is located in the middle of the empire under the most majestic fennel mountains, this famous mountain range that divides the north and south of the empire is rich in fennel horses, this small manor called Black Swan Lake has long disappeared from the imperial map, only more than 100 years ago, the annals of poetry will occasionally mention this beautiful spot that attracts a large number of black swans to inhabit every spring, but there is no black swan in the past 100 years to visit this manor, so it gradually disappeared from the troubadour's field of vision。

A simple cheap carriage, a young groom who was not strong, with a young priest and a trailing man sitting in it, the members of the group could be called immature, and in terms of surface combat effectiveness, it may not be comparable to a small third- or fourth-rate bounty team, but this inconspicuous carriage crossed several strongholds in Marceau County in an almost domineering manner, and they were all regarded as a flood beast by the merchants, perhaps the owner of this carriage was so lucky that it made people red, and the road was unimpeded, and an old general in the imperial capital with a medal on his chest pursed his lips when he heard it, and he cursed with joy or jealousy, this little bastard of Augs Song City who grew up drinking the milk of Lady Luck!

"According to the secret archives of the Vatican Can's Holy See and the Imperial Royal Magical Guild, a large heretical organization once took root here, gathering a large number of dark mages and dark alchemists, and was destroyed by the Sacramental Ministry more than 40 years ago under the command of the two giants of the "Golden Spear" Lie Shield and Teutonic Shield, and has been in a state of ruin ever since. "Augustine has in his hand a Class VIII. classified information obtained through special channels in Jupit, and beside him sits a treacherous character shrouded in black robes in the appearance of a child, with a young female face, and the pupils of the left and right eyes of different colors, as luxurious and enchanting as the "baby-faced princess" of the Lecch family, who has been made into one of the greatest puppet works in history, and the child is holding a copy of "Memoirs of Prime Minister William - Blood and Flowers", which is quite popular in the upper circles of the Titan Empire , read carefully, with a look of relish, hearing Augustine mention the Black Swan Lake Manor, she raised the beautiful little head that would be judged as a heretic at first glance, and said slowly: "That stronghold is the result of the cooperation between the great shaman 'Abbey the Shorty' and an elder in the Council of Judama, the highest organization of Lecch, as for whether there is a trace of the Pope's Hall in the middle, I don't know very well, anyway, the so-called '**' of mankind is dirtier than any massacre." ”

"Obey the Elf?" Augustine said curiously.

"The wise man of the savage continent, the great conspirator, the status is similar to that of the head of the papal hall or the inquisition in your human society, in terms of pure power, the papal hall in Byzantio and the sacramental ministry of the Vat Lantican where you are located are not superior to the Council of Judah and our 'midgod', but for hundreds of years you have almost exterminated the entire wolf clan, and the arrogant lecch has also completely followed' The 'Treaty of Retreat' is hidden in the dark, and Midgod has not been able to take root and grow on the rich human soil, I didn't understand it at first, but when I was abducted by you into the whirlpool of your family's imperial politics, I began to be able to understand the suffering of the 'dwarf'. The child of the "baby-faced princess" who is as gorgeous as the eternal youth spat out, and what she said in her mouth was obviously not as innocent as her immature appearance, for human beings, the sacramental ministry of the Inquisition, Midgod, Lecch, and Abbey the Shorty, these words are all obscure and forbidden heretical content, not to mention a child, even a noble lady who is qualified to touch power with her own hands, it is absolutely impossible to spit out this series of words so calmly, it is not easier than being kissed on the lips by an upstart nobleman.

"If you worship power too much, you will inevitably ignore some wisdom, this is the balance set of the Creator, otherwise it will be a one-sided victory everywhere, and it will be too boring, and the treacherous and despicable nature of human beings is forced out by you powerful species. It's like my original slickness was squeezed out by you. Augustine had long been accustomed to her words and deeds, and if he hadn't been dragged into that great whirlpool, she would still be the "Elizabeth" who gave the sacramental ministry a headache.

"Squeeze, like this?" said the little girl, lifting the hat over her head, smiling strangely, and threw herself at Augustine, clasping the helpless young priest's head with both hands and rubbing her chest against his face.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in females without boobs. Augustine grabbed the little black hat of the little guy who was as delicate as the top porcelain, and then lifted her with teeth and claws and threw her to the corner of the side, even if he was as eccentric as some old nobles who liked to raise beautiful children, but even if she was still in the "recovery" stage, Augustine still hoped to be more restrained, because there was a proverb in high circles: a woman's revenge is always caught off guard, and it often begins when you slip out of her bed.

"I'm a delicate Lori, and I'm a national treasure Lori who will definitely grow into a bee waist in the future*, how dare you despise me?! The little girl pounced on Augustine again in annoyance, and bit it with a bite, focusing on Augustine's ears, which made the young priest who could maintain his aristocratic demeanor in front of the dark giants extremely annoyed, launched a counterattack, grabbed her pink face, pulled her away without pity, threw her hand on the carpet of the carriage, and then slapped her delicate buttocks, she suddenly stopped moving, arched her waist, and in the ambiguous posture of lying on the ground with her butt facing Augustine, turned her head to reveal a coquettish smile that was not inferior to that of an adult woman, stretched out her little pink tongue and added the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were like silk: "Go on, don't feel distressed, I like you to pamper the slave family in a stormy way. ”

"Perverted. Augustine rolled his eyes, quickly withdrew his hand, and remained silent.

"I know you've just been patient, what nobleman doesn't have an erotic deformed devil in his heart, and sooner or later you will take off your robe and throw yourself into my arms. The little girl said shocking words that were seriously inconsistent with her apparent age, and what she said and did was simply the kind of * crazy old aristocrat who had been immersed in the filthy circle of the upper class for most of her life, but when she put on her hat again and picked up the famous autobiography of the former prime minister of the Titan Empire, she resumed her quiet posture, but quickly wiped her saliva and said: "The book says that the 'salon empress' of the Titan Empire has a facial oil made of special herbs and precious petals, which can make women look 20 years younger, I don't know if it's true or not." ”

"Wait until your chest grows from the plains to the hills. Besides, you are two 20 years younger, and you can still be my grandmother at your age. Augustine quipped.

"In the future, this will be the most spectacular mountain. The little girl rubbed her chest fiercely and gritted her teeth and said, "When the time comes, you will fall under the beautiful Lori's 'Grandma Elizabeth' skirt!"

Augustine was silent, lifted the curtains, and looked out at the beautiful Black Swan Manor, quiet and peaceful, who would have imagined that half a century ago this was a base for the birth of heresy.

"The noble lords of the imperial capital didn't even make a move on you in the end, which is not in line with their bad taste of cat and mouse at all. The little girl was a little disappointed.

"In the Empire, I'm afraid no one wants to directly provoke the big man in Jupitt City, but when I get to Brother Shi, the situation will be different, and when the time comes, my drowning mouse will probably attract a lot of cats, as well as snakes hiding behind cats. Augustine smiled, narrowing his eyes, the young monk who was in St. John's Cathedral did not give a sense of the city government looked a little deep at the moment.

"What a poor little mouse, let Sister Elizabeth love you well. "Once the little girl's gaze shifts from the book "Flowers and Blood" to Augustine, she will look like a female cat in heat, although the little female cat is a little too immature from a physiological point of view. She lunged at Augustin again, and was blocked by Augustine with her foot without any suspense, and finally gently kicked back into her original position.

The carriage stopped outside a remote castle called Stangko, a humble castle that had been abandoned for many years, with mottled walls, deep cracks, and crawling plants, like a skeleton crawling in the Black Swan Lake manor. Augustine picked up a staff in the shape of a black crystal ball and stepped out of the carriage and stood at the city gate.

The groom was a lame boy with a wooden expression, dressed plainly, a hemp dress that had not been popular in the upper circles for many years, without the formidable family crest, nor the intimidating badge of the Magic Society, not even a pretentious sword, and limping away, this was really not a competent groom that could make his master's face shine. The little girl in the black robe in a wide hat held the book "Flowers and Blood", obviously not interested in the castle of Stango, Augustine walked into the main building of the castle with only 3 floors, this castle that has made a heavy and bloody mark in the history of the sacraments has no outstanding place in appearance, and the area is not large, like a rough toy created in a hurry by a nobleman who is not generous, and when the door of the main building is opened, it is a huge living room floor that violates architectural common sense, covered with dust and cobwebs.

The castle was empty.

Standing at the pinnacle of imperial honor, Emperor Jupiter was as lukewarm to Young Master Augustine as rumored by the outside world, and this powerful emperor who replaced the old patriarch to fill the vacancy of the apostle playing card was not stingy, and since he gave Augustine, the "son of the traitor", the sensitive power to form a cosmo, naturally he would not just casually take the young "new giant" Sent to a remote corner with only commemorative significance, Augustine used the ancient staff in his hand to break off the cobwebs, walked to the center of the spacious and unreasonable living room, squatted down, his palms were close to the ground, and a breeze surged around him, just right to form a tornado that was not too big or small, sweeping away countless cobwebs and heavy dust in the castle, the lame boy stood at the door, not moving, and the little girl did not know when she was already sitting on the railing on the second floor, playing with a little white snake with a crystal body.

As the dust on the floor drifted away, a huge "Madonna" appeared in front of the three of them, the two major papacies of Byzantio and the Vatlantican had major differences in many aspects, but they were unanimously opposed to the "Adoration of the Virgin", and two centuries ago it set off a movement that was later called the "Madonna Catastrophe" by later historians, and many statues of the Madonna were destroyed, and a large number of paintings of the Madonna by famous artists were also burned, and the painting of the Madonna full of holiness at Augustine's feet is the famous "Madonna of the Tears" Not only the papal theologians, but also many philosophers and historians have wondered about the motives for the creation of this masterpiece before Figoto's death, and for centuries no one has given a proper explanation. Augustine didn't pay much attention to the famous paintings, but held back the excitement in his heart, raised his head to look at the little girl sitting on the railing on the second floor, and stretched out his hand, the latter reluctantly took out a white crystal, nearly 85% of the amazing purity would make the average magician crazy, she muttered: "That's it, you save a little squander, open a mechanism and ask for a crystal, sister, I want to bite again." ”

Ignoring her gnashing of teeth, Augustine inlaid the crystal stone into the left pupil of the statue of the Virgin, and then the "tears" shone brightly, and then with it as the core, the veins of the whole painting began to brighten as if they were infused with energy, and finally "The Tears of the Virgin" Divided into nearly hundreds of pieces, in a dazzling division and reorganization, Augustine stood motionless, following the piece of ground under his feet in all directions, and by the time he had reached 52, he had passively moved to a position near the doorway not far from the lame boy, and in front of him appeared a huge staircase that seemed to advance infinitely downward, as if its end was the abyss of another plane.

The lame boy still had a sluggish and wooden expression, and the little girl blinked at the pair of eyes that were so beautiful that the noblewoman and celebrity were blushing and mad, looking curious, after all, it represented the glory that her two predecessors had created together half a century ago.

Augustine took his staff, got up and snapped his fingers, and smiled brightly, like a thief who was about to go to the noblewoman's bed to "explore".