The Chief Secretary of State, who had taken a one-year leave from His Majesty the Emperor, returned to the Senate ahead of schedule, much to the frustration of many conservatives in the Senate who hoped that Queen Goscher would be better off taking a leave of absence for ten decades. The tall woman sat behind the desk, and finally had time to repair the slightly cracked frame, which could damage the dragon remains, and it was by no means such a simple thing as wrestling, and there was a vase on the desk, and a bouquet of flowers that were destined to be found elsewhere in the Senate, and the note-taking officer Heishiz who was standing in the office to report her work couldn't help but take a few more looks, but this did not prevent her from dictating the summary of the affairs of the Senate for more than half a year, and she was sure that it was a bouquet of obsidian, flowers that had fallen into the dust of imperial history. In the Holy Empire, the nobles knew about Obsidian because of the Rotonchilds. Commoners know that because this flower likes to grow in poor soil with harsh environments, as long as a seed is sown, even a narrow stone crevice, it can bloom green shoots, if planted in a greenhouse flower garden, it will not be bright, so the aristocratic garden does not accept obsidian.

The intellectual and beautiful Miss Hesz came from a middle family in the imperial capital, and entered the imperial staff with good education and excellent learning, and was finally favored by the chief secretary of state, becoming a middle-level bureaucrat in the Senate, with a low position, and the salary was only the eighth class, but she was the close attendant of the secretary of state without any suspense, and the Holy Empire was not like the Plantagenet Dynasty and the Western Continent, and the courtiers in the imperial palace were not too powerful, and they could never get a weighty voice from His Majesty the Emperor, so the Senate became the best springboard for the young elites of Jupiter City, and it has become the first choice for the heirs of small and medium-sized families in the imperial capital。

Queen Goschel slowly put on her glasses, and her whole temperament instantly became a little richer, on the battlefield, she would not wear this pair of dragon skeleton glasses, in the Battle of Titan Apus Harbor, she was shocked by the man's reckless Hammer of Odin, but for this kind of episode, the Chief Secretary of State was unwilling to care, she raised her head and asked: "Hasz, finished reading "Blind Man's Eyes"?"

The note-taker, who was nicknamed "Little Secretary of State" in the Senate and thus had many suitors, smiled, "I've been reading it for the third time." ”

Queen Goschel rarely asked some personal questions during her heavy work, and it can be seen that Hastz, who had a clean background and was diligent and dutiful, gave some exceptional treatment, asking: "What about Napoleon's travel diary, 'A Thought Reed'?"

The notekeeper honestly said, "I don't plan to read it, and that kind of beautiful lyrical chapter doesn't seem to suit me." ”

The Secretary of State smiled and nodded, and picked up a pamphlet he had bought on the way back to the imperial capital, the title of which was even more unique than Napoleon's wonderful travelogues, just a number, thirteen. I heard that in terms of sales, it surpassed "Flowers and Blood" along with "Thought Reed", and it seems that the empire will remember that alternative fat man for a long time. Queen Goschel was supportive of this, and an empire that likes to be forgetful cannot win the respect of its people. The title of "Thirteen" comes from the thirteen rules of the Knights of Reinhardt, which is an official book published by the Empire, and it is not accurate to say that it is a book, because it is not heavy, it is more like a booklet, only a thin 92 pages, a total of thirteen chapters, starting with each of the rules, listing the short life of the Iron Oak Knight Reinhardt, the essays submitted by the protagonist to Morgan College are carefully printed, but the last chapter, leaving a lot of blanks, only a short six words: We have not been alone.

Haysters said softly: "In two years, there have been three heroes in the empire, but two of them are from the Rotonchild family, if you add the old Don Quixote in "The Blind Man's Eye", ......"

Queen Goschel interrupted the notekeeper and said, "These things should only be kept in your heart, not in your mouth. History will tell. ”

Leaving the secretary's office gently, Haysz walked to the window at the end of the corridor with mixed feelings, and made a stealthily tossing gesture.

Marceau's forgotten Black Swan Lake has become a veritable Black Swan Lake, and this year a large number of black swans inhabit the lake's reeds, adding a lot of warm hues to the gloomy manor.

The ground floor of the Château de la Poet has been completed, and the new Hall of Our Lady has welcomed the master of this independent kingdom, Augustine, but without any welcoming ceremony, without the permission of the "underground king", no one dares to say more words and do more things on his own. The huge oil painting "Tears of the Virgin" in the hall slowly opened, revealing a spiral staircase, and Augustine said softly: "Dimmit, you should be able to sleep peacefully this time, I'm sorry to interrupt your progress to the True Ancestor several times." ”

In the shadows, a magnetic voice came: "Master, is there anything in this world that is more conducive to the leap of the immortal species than the blood of a holy coffin knight?"

Augustine disagreed, "If it weren't for the intact body of Ted the Loyalist, I wouldn't have given you this opportunity to eat." I don't know if the shriveled half-finished product in Ares' bag can be made into the apex of the Skeleton Knight, the Hell King's Spirit, but I don't think it's very likely. ”

Dimmit went straight to the bottom cemetery to hibernate, and the day earlier he became the true ancestor, more than all praise can make the owner happy. Augustine stopped in front of St. Urban's and instructed Ares to send the corpse of the Knight of the Holy Coffin, stuffed with spices and hedrons, to the sheep's horns, while the Lich King Naples took the initiative to go to Paradise Lost on the sixth level, where some of the surviving dark species were imprisoned, and the Lich King was happy to carry out some small experiments that were tacitly acquiesced by his master. So Augustine is only left with the female elf Heyman, the fallen elf who turns his back on the goddess of the forest will lose the innate golden color of his eyes, and turn to the dark green of shame, Heyman is a low-level elf that even the twelve elf queens have not been able to see, and he can come to the underground castle of Shingo alive, if the Lori butler sees it, he will definitely say that it is a bad aesthetic Augustine is interested in the plump ass of this female inferior creature.

Mrs. Quentin, with a notebook in hand, came to the concentric circles and hesitated.

Augustine moved his feet and said, "Go to the study and say." ”

In the study, Augustin put down "Flowers and Blood" and the seppuku black rabbit puppet, spread out the map, and then placed the 42 Titan badges neatly in different places on the map, signaling that Lady Quentin could speak. Although she is a little disgusted with the existence of female elves, since the always cautious order chief doesn't care if the secret is known by a third person, she is not hypocritical, and says straightforwardly: " According to your request, I urgently created six mechanical sparrows to monitor the sky over the Black Swan Lake, and on the 21st day after you left the castle of Poetry, I finally caught a secret bee made by the Vatlantican Holy See, as you wished, I copied the password characters on the note, and then let go of the gadget, and in the next six months, the mechanical finches captured six bees one after another, and I took the time to study and decipher them, all of which are secrets of the Sheep's Horn Laboratory. ”

Augustine casually flipped through a few pages and said with a dumb smile: "This is the high-level password of the black sheep, and you have cracked it?"

Lady Quentin: "Whether it's a mechanical fowl or a cipher, the Papal Hall seems to be fifty years more advanced than the Byzantian Holy See." ”

Augustine didn't defend anything, but in a good mood, he asked the female elf to rub her shoulders and said with a smile: "Then you talk about the results, if you are satisfied, I will add you fifteen additional thought points." ”

Lady Quentin obviously didn't pay much attention to the idea that the castle meant the weight of life, but she was a little glad that she had been recognized by this mean archon for the first time, and said: "This leaker is very cunning, and has delivered information six times, covering all three independent laboratories of Lily, Rose, and Rose, and the information shows that it is the most core information, from this point of view, it is impossible to obtain evidence from the Chief Research Officer, Miss Philip, Who are the real enemies between Professor Shirley and Assistant Teacher Kim, unless they are all puppets of the Mother of Black Sheep, Mistress Haihime. But after compiling the information, an interesting ratio was found, Miss Rey's Sayuri accounted for 31%, and Kim's assistant Rose accounted for 29%. ”

Augustine said softly, "So the finger is pointed at Professor Shirley, obviously. ”

Lady Quentin smiled slightly, a little smug. Who said she's just a big-breasted woman?

Augustine got up and said, "You stay here, and I'll go talk to Professor Shirley, who doesn't get along well with Mistress Hai Ji in the ewes." ”

The chat was not public, it was in Professor Shirley's private room full of Tame Gallery style, and the first time he was alone, Professor Shirley personally cooked a cup of Ceylon black tea for the chief order, the tea was fragrant, Augustine drank a cup of tea quietly, and then told Mrs. Quentin's research results, very surprised, Professor Shirley looked calm, not panicked, not angry, just a little sadness in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Your Excellency, archon, you are not a big man who likes to listen to other people's arguments, are you?"

Augustine nodded, expressionless.

Professor Shirley sat quietly in her sickly slender chair, took off her glasses, and closed her eyes.

Augustine helped her put on her glasses, looked at the beautiful face full of surprise and bewilderment, and said softly: "Order needs a Professor Shirley who is willing to endure loneliness in the underground world of Shineko, and I also need to come here from time to time to drink a cup of mellow black tea." ”

Professor Shirley wept but didn't cry, and said quietly, "You believe me?"

Augustine smiled, "I only believe in the truth. ”

Professor Shirley's smile brightened, "I think I'm in love with you, wise Master Augustine!"

Augustine got up and said, "The black tea should taste better after that." ”

Sayuri, who had always been the top of the three labs, Augustine approached Miss Philee, the chief research officer, who wore a ponytail, and invited her to step out of the underground kingdom and come to the rooftop observation hall of the castle to enjoy the serene view of Black Swan Lake.

Augustine said softly, "Thank you, Miss Philey, for all this time. ”

Miss Philip chose to remain silent.

Augustine looked at the flocks of black swans in the lake, the third and only beautiful guest of the manor, who were not hostile to the poems, and said with a little self-deprecation: " I have also been at the bottom of the Night's Watch, and I know that the little people will always sigh at the injustice of fate, no matter how much they struggle, they can't climb the throne of light, and even the survival of the bottom line needs the charity of the big people, but I think that compared to the holy spear and shield that never tires and never makes mistakes, the first Teutonic priest who is so old that he may lie in the cemetery, and your moody Lord Haihime, there is a merit that no one can deny, I respect your efforts, and if you take out the bread worth ten copper plates, I will give you ten copper plates, and I am in a good mood, and I don't even mind taking out eleven。 ”

Miss Phile, who was calm, finally asked, "Why didn't you suspect Professor Shirley?"

Augustine turned his head to look at the delicate face, which was not very charming, and said, "I know the mentality of a coward who pays attention to details. Your few mechanical bees that clinged to the maiden mage and burrowed out of the ground, once turned on, would break some kind of small switch, so when the bees returned to the underground castle for the first time, you knew they were caught, but instead of stopping, you cleverly and quietly increased the leaks in the Rose Labs, and if I were you, you would do the same. In fact, the person I didn't suspect the most at first was you, because everyone knows that you are a talent who is valued by Lord Haihime, and Professor Shirley is dressed in a cloak that is incompatible with Lord Haihime, the more this is the case, the more I distrust the latter, this is called reverse thinking, it is very simple, but it is often very close to the truth, but this time, you gave me a big surprise. ”

The talented Chief Research Officer approached the window and said to himself: "I am an orphan, adopted by Lord Haihime, before entering the ewe, I have been living quietly like an ordinary girl, until I show a good memory and divergent thinking, I have no complaints about this, an orphan can have a happy childhood, worthy of my whole cheap life to repay." ”

Augustine took out a silver bourbon coin that he had carried with him all year round, nodded and said, "Understood." ”

Miss Frey smiled at the archon for the first time and apologized, "I'm sorry I can't be loyal to you, wise Order. ”

This is the second time on the same day that he has been praised for "wisdom", Augustine smiled and put away the silver coin, "You remind me of a man, you are very similar." ”

Miss Philip said softly, "Don't you put me to death? You are not a great man who is accustomed to being tolerant of betrayal. ”

Augustine shook his head and said, "I'm willing to trade all your talents for an unwise betrayal, and because you made me think of that person, and I thank you for that." However, I don't hope that next time I will receive such a surprise. Miss Philey, you have already given your life for the ewe, maybe you feel that the reward is not enough, but who would really refuse to live? It is a very lucky thing to be alive, I believe that Lord Haiji will understand your next silence, I do not want you to betray her as a mother, but I just hope that you can respect your own life, when a child can walk, you should respect yourself. It may sound insincere, but it's true, and you know, it's not so much that I don't like to see betrayal, but I don't like to preach to strangers. ”

Miss Philip whispered, "Can you give me a little time to think?"

Augustine refused: "No. You must give your choice right away! My good mood and patience are limited right now, and I am afraid that I will throw you into Miss Elizabeth's glass bottle and become food for something. ”

Miss Philip shook her head.

Augustine sighed, what a fool who didn't know how to compromise.

First take the stubborn Chief Research Officer to the study, because Augustine wants to bring the puppet and books, which are gifts for the Lori butler, and go to the lady boudoir of Honey, and put down the seppuku black rabbit puppet and "Flowers and Blood" , Augustine is ready to throw this young fool into the glass bottle, don't doubt that the archon will be so cruel, the beautiful women who died from the butcher of the night watch are not a small number, and in the last half a year, the lady and the plump lady who died indirectly in the assassination can also be counted several times with one hand, at the last moment, Miss Philip said with red eyes: "Will you remember me?"

Augustine reached out and grabbed her neck, lifted it, and was about to throw it into a glass bottle with the lid open, shook his head, and said, "No, enemy of death, without this treatment, not to mention that you are not beautiful, it is difficult for me to remember." ”

Unable to speak, she began to struggle violently.

Augustine showed no mercy and threw her into a glass bottle and re-cloised.

Miss Philip began to suffocate in agony in the transparent glass bottle at the height of the person, her face began to contort, her hands clapping against the glass, her eyes full of nostalgia.

Augustine stood quietly, watching her life go by.

A few seconds before she fell unconscious, Augustine sneered at the corner of his mouth, opened the lid, lifted her out of the glass bottle, and threw her to the ground, "Forget the original owner of this glass bottle, the Lich King Naples is no longer there, I have to help Miss Phil change the cemetery." ”

Miss Philip, who was lying on the ground coughing violently, screamed, "Don't!"

Augustine crouched down and looked embarrassed: "Don't be like this, Miss Philey, you are not strong, I have the impression that you are a young lady who is far more brave in the face of death than wise in life." ”

When Augustine was about to pinch her neck again, the Chief Research Officer, who had a nervous breakdown, cried loudly, "I don't want to die!"

Augustine stroked her silky white neck, like a poor juvenile white swan, and smiled cruelly, "Don't want to die?"

She grabbed the slender hands of the archon, and cried desolately, "I don't want to!"

Augustine shook off her hand and thought for a moment, "Then give you one last chance." Miss Philee, who is not very pretty, please take off your clothes and masturbate to me, and if you reach a climax in ten minutes, I consider letting you continue to live. The castle is so boring, I need to find some little fun that no one knows. Although I brought back a female elf, that kind of catharsis will affect my knight source. ”

She almost went crazy.

Is this the fourth giant of the Imperial Sacrament Ministry?

Augustine patted her cheek and reminded, "I'll count three times and won't take it off, but I'm going to take you on a trip to another glass bottle, where there are dark species that even I don't know." ”

Ten minutes later, the Orderly walked out of the room with a smile on his face, followed by Miss Rey, whose face was flushed but her eyes were glazed.

It seems that the Order Chief has found fresh fun, and the fallen Chief Research Officer has a never-ending nightmare.

Three days later, Augustine walked up to Sayuri's lab and lost his look.

Miss Philip followed.

Half an hour later, the Chief Research Officer returned to the lab with a strange look.

For the next month, Miss Philip would go out every few days to report on the progress of the lab, which became a common routine in the Lily Lab.

Alpha City.

A small academy under the Marceau County Magic Guild, the magician Don Juan-Golan is teaching, this magic lecturer who always forces students to accept some strange theories is really unpleasant, if it weren't for his father Lao Guolan is a court priest with a good reputation in the imperial capital, the guild bosses in Marceau County Province would have let this guy get out of business, and there was no uninvited violin solo from Master Don Juan at the banquet in Alpha City. In the Holy Empire, the mainstream is the "King of Musical Instruments" piano, which has always rejected the violin that has developed rapidly in the past hundred years, even if this instrument is known as the long-lost queen of musical instruments, it is not popular in the Holy Empire, so the young master Don Juan, who has brilliant and smooth violin skills, has always lacked a bosom friend in Alpha City.

In the class, a young man dressed in a Damascus tweed costume participated in the audit, wearing a low-level root grass badge on his chest, which was probably the fundamental reason why he was able to enter the academy , this was originally a paper he used to apply to the county magic guild for the third-level root grass, but the jury actually gave a unqualified score, which made the young master Don Juan, who was yearning for the golden clover, very hurt. The strange young man who was one level higher than him was a good observer, whenever Don Juan said the most quintessential theory, the young man would nod very tacitly, the classroom was not big, the magic intern resources in Alpha City were very scarce, far less abundant than some counties in the east, not only Alpha, but the number of interns admitted to St. Carroll College every year in the entire Marceau County Province was the lowest in the empire, which made the county administrator and magic president very embarrassed, and the dozen or so interns in the classroom were curious to look at the man sitting in the back row, and their eyes were mixed with jealousy and envy。

Probably it is rare to meet someone who understands himself, the bell rings for the end of class, Don Juan is still reluctant to end the class, which makes the magic apprentices feel quite impatient, some boys from superior families began to whistle, a few girls don't mind turning their heads to look at the handsome man by the window, Don Juan finally felt happy, and when he said that the class was over, the apprentices immediately rushed out, and a bold female apprentice walked up to the strange young man and introduced herself, and the man who did not report his name according to etiquette just showed a smile and said Nice to meet you, which made the young lady who came out of a wealthy family in Alpha City feel excited, leave the classroom and share this little sweetness with two good rich girls.

Don Juan, who had planned to leave the classroom, saw the man walk up to the blackboard and look at the terminology of the entire blackboard, thinking intently, but frowning slightly. As he was about to go home to practice a violin sonata, he also stopped and asked curiously, "This sorcerer, is there a mistake in my verification of Mante Jo Latin's personification of the elements?"

The observer smiled, "This is my first contact with this theory of Mantejo Latin, but I have some very layman's doubts. ”

Young Master Don Juan patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's normal! The magic professors in Alpha City can't understand it, if you are interested in exploring the darkest but most fascinating realm of this magic palace, you can come to me, have afternoon tea together, and listen to my violin if you have the chance, by the way, I just composed a symphony recently, I highly recommend you to enjoy it." ”

The man who had been tapped on the shoulder a few times and more or less educated nodded and smiled, "Okay." ”

Young Master Don Juan, whose vanity was perfectly satisfied, once again told this stranger who was willing to accept new things to be a guest at his house, and then walked out of the classroom, paused at the door, and turned his head to see that the person was still standing under the blackboard in a daze, Young Master Don Juan was in a better mood, and walked away humming a little song.

The guy standing under the blackboard finished thinking, took out a charcoal pen, and corrected a few wrong formulas, the dean of the academy, the most senior tulip magician in Alpha City, Old Gilbert, stood respectfully at the door, preferring to stand and wait boringly, rather than dare to disturb the big man at all, who in the upper echelons of the empire did not know that Count Dürer was dead, nailed to the wall alive, and the evil Golden Balance Badge was said to be the new institution of the Ministry of the Sacraments [Order] With the addition of the head of Viscount Heber, the Fat Sir hanging from an angel sculpture in the Condí family's Bird of Paradise Forest Villa, old Gilbert didn't want to be next.

The old dean didn't know whether to curse Don Juan's idiocy or to start showing kindness to the playboy right away, and the answer needed to wait, waiting for the hint from the eccentric archon, Augustine.

After leaving the classroom, the Shadow Leader of Marceaushire, who had suddenly visited the Academy, said, "Don Juan-Golan is a qualified magician. ”

Old Gilbert immediately understood that the third-level rootgrass that had been stuck by the old men of the guild must be awarded to the young master with a fancy style immediately.

Seeing the archon, who had come here alone, was far away, old Gilber breathed a sigh of relief.

At the northernmost end of the Raven Market, the magicians who came to Alpha to buy high-level magic props gradually recognized and accepted the new Champs-Elysée Witch Street, which was monopolized half, did not raise the price, but provided more scarce props on the premise of relatively flat prices, which is of course a good gospel, so with the spread of word-of-mouth, the Champs-Elysée Street is becoming more and more lively. The owner of Half of the Witch Street was walking on the blue stone pavement, and before coming to Champs-Elysée he went to the auction house of the orange of France, and the Count of Marseille was said to have gone to a banquet at the estate of a noble friend, and a young heir who had returned from the Gogol plain received a yellow sunflower medal, which was indeed a good thing to celebrate. Augustine came to the Pope's antique shop, the girl Agatha, who became the new hostess of the shop, was entertaining an elderly magician, it seemed that the old magician who had only planned to buy an ordinary Sombra staff was going to bleed profusely this time, Augustine stood in the new antique shop, his eyes signaled Agatha, who was very eloquent, to continue trading, and picked up a short magic wand made of dragon core wood, and waited until Augustine put down the staff and replaced it with a bottle of sprout-level magic hot spring and sniffed, and the old magician who spent more than seven hundred Caesar gold coins in one breath left the antique shop happily, Agatha, who has grown five centimeters tall in just one year, has lived up to the cultivation of the order like a greenhouse, and the girl blooms with the brilliance of a woman, and when she saw Augustine, she bent over with her skirt and said, "Welcome, long order." ”

Augustine put down the bottle of magic liquid and said, "You go on." ”

Leaving the Papal Antiques Shop, we entered a shop across the street that was run by a young girl, Juliet.

Agatha, who stood in the doorway, was a little disappointed, but quickly became happy, at least the Pope who had come to her first, not the pseudo-aristocratic lady's humble shop.

Augustine naturally couldn't take into account the thoughts of such a painless girl, he just simply turned around the Champs-Elysée, and went to the second floor of the Riverside Bookstore, where he had met with Old Rome last time, asked for a snack, and ate quietly.

The reason why he went to that inconspicuous magic academy was that Augustine promised the Count of Marseille, who was at odds with the court priest Old Golan, to drag Old Golan's son, who was wandering in orthodoxy and heresy, into the underground castle of Stango, but after listening to the course, Augustine gave up this idea, presumably the city lord who relied on the law orange for huge profits would not be entangled in such trivial matters, this lovely earl only cared about how many Caesars entered his pocket every day, Augustine liked to get along with such pure guys, and of course, the Marca fat pig, all friends in the honeymoon period。

"Sir, this is our special Sudanese tea, which is guaranteed to be as mellow as Ceylon black tea. ”

Augustine heard a pleasant voice in his ears, looked up, a little surprised, although he did not see the Titan lady who was suspected of being Princess Barbara, but in Marceau Province, it was the first time, more intense than seeing Mrs. Quentin, who was still the owner of the Pope's antique shop at the time, she was very small and exquisite, only one hundred and fifty-five centimeters when she put on shoes, her face was as delicate as a ceramic doll, it seemed that with a light touch, the whole delicate body would be shattered to the ground, Augustine actually liked relatively slender women, like the magic teacher in his childhood, Queen Goschel on the blacklist, and did not refuse stunners like Mrs. Quentin, but for pets that were too petite, the sexual interest was very small, but today is a bit of an exception because she looks so funny.

Augustine did not hesitate to drink the cup of black tea that knew to put down a large dose of sleeping pills when he smelled it, for a madman who once relied on chewing Perret poison juice to refresh his mind in order to fight for a long time, this little sleeping pill really couldn't make him doze off a little, lame to the funny assassin, even Mrs. Quentin, whose IQ was inversely proportional to her chest, was countless times more shrewd than her, and after drinking the black tea, Augustine smiled: "Can you show me the dagger you hidden?"

Her face was pale, and her small head clearly failed to keep up with the archon's leaping mind.

Augustine said to himself, "People who know me well will not be so reckless, let me think that the family that is not familiar with me but needs to kill me should be from Marceau, Condi? The irascible Todd can't be so patient, not like the small and medium-sized families who have been tossed by Archbishop Ram to the point of bankruptcy. Oh, remember, at the Bird of Paradise Forest Villa, there was an unfortunate Sir who bet five thousand Caesars on the Grizzly Bear market, and it was specifically noted that he had a very good-looking only daughter, a young lady who had no worries about food and clothing, not very smart, but not stupid, but enough to make her one of the most beautiful ladies in Marceau County in the future, but I didn't expect you to be so good-looking, is your jazz father his own father?"

She was like a frightened fawn.

This scene was seen in a similar scene at Honey Augustine last month, and then Miss Philip became a tragic character who was forced to perform masturbation and degenerated into a masturbation addiction, so she and Augustine felt that she had found the best "swallow" for Stange and Fiona.

The fawn didn't even have the courage to pull out the dagger of the attack.

Augustine comforted: "Don't be afraid, I like your Sudanese tea." ”

She was even more frightened, almost unable to stand.

Augustine stood up, took her cold little hand, and led the puppet out of the bookstore, and as for the careless shopkeeper, the Sheep's Horn Lab would open its doors to him. As for this bookstore, which is in a good location and taste, it is natural that it has become the property of Order.