The Arena of Poetry opened on the first day, and there were not many customers who dared to take risks, which made the Count of Marseille, who regarded the Arena as the cradle of gold coins, a little disappointed, Augustine, who had already pressed his expectations to a very low level, was relatively calm and patient, and comforted the Alpha City Lord to wait for a while, at that time, the friends who were pulled by the Earl to participate in the gladiatorial battle by playing friendship cards had all dispersed, Augustine and the Fat City Lord walked to the center of the arena, and the body of a minotaur chief on the ground had just been dragged away, even if he was killed, the fate of the muse guests was still made into a specimen, and then he was auctioned off for a good price, and Augustine squatted on the blood-stained arena land, grabbed a handful of dirt, and said softly: "Marseille, the clayey soil can grow fruits, don't worry, the Caesar gold coins of Marceau County will flow here, I simply assure you as a partner." ”

The bloated and fat Count of Marseille wanted to squat down with the archon, but because of his size, he gave up the challenge, bent as much as he could, and said with a smile: "Augustine, I believe you, really, not only because you are the chief of order. Marseille is not a fool, this is the only option for the rich people of Marceau, even if there are no exciting events, they will flock in, not to mention that it also offers a richer program than the Mississixi Arena, in exchange for me, the first time out of caution, the second time out of hesitation, the third time, I will definitely want to come to Black Swan Lake to have fun, in Marceau, what is more of a sense of belonging than to be a guest of poetry? to be on the invitation list of the Condi family?

Augustine stood up, clapped his hands, and said something very jumpy: "The stakes on the Grizzly Bear market are getting smaller and smaller." ”

The Count of Marseille trembled his fat chin and said with a gloomy smile: "After the Count of Dürer went to see God, our nobles and lords of Marceau were worried that they were the next Dürer. ”

Augustine patted the broad shoulder of the Alpha City Lord and reminded: "Archbishop Ram, oh, he is already a metropolis, and he is mixing well in Jupiter City, but there are too many high-ranking priests over there who are jealous of Ram's 'poverty', and if you want to be closer to the cardinal over there, you need a lot of what you see." Children', at this time, if you can show a little generosity, far more than usual, you have to be friends with a future overlord or even a cardinal archbishop, and it is wise and necessary to spend a short time, Marseille, I am friends with Ram, and you are friends, but this does not mean that you and Ram are already friends, you need to prove it yourself. ”

The Count of Marseille thought seriously and nodded, "I understand." ”

Augustine glanced at the Count's shoulder, his luxurious clothes stained with dust, and smiled, "Sorry for soiling your clothes." ”

The Count laughed, "It's an honor for Marseille. ”

Augustine hesitated for a moment and asked, "Marseille, do you want to be a county administrator?"

The Alpha City Lord's eyes were burning and he said, "Of course!"

Augustine smiled, "The current magistrate of Marceau has made a lot of important friendships on the side of Jupiter, which is unrealistic, but if it is the province of Richelieu, I can help. ”

The fat man immediately stiffened, Richelieu, the richest man in that county is not as poor as the middle nobility on Marceau's side? It is said that every time the governor of the county there attends the meeting of the governors of the imperial capital, it is a sad drama, not regarded as friends by bureaucrats of the same position, even the petty officials in the financial institutions with low salaries dare to give a blank eye, the Count of Marseille does not want to be such an imperial joke, especially for him who treats Caesar as a parent, For the city lord, who was a relative of Bourbon, it was suicide to go to a county with poor soil to live with poverty. Augustine didn't need to observe the snobbish man's expression to know how reluctant he was, but sighed softly: "To become an uncriticized Imperial Finance Minister, you must have the qualifications to become a county governor on your resume, which is the foresight that a future Imperial financial steward should have." And there is a secret that you don't know, there is a large amount of ore underground in the provinces of Marseille and Richelieu, but it is more difficult to mine, and this only appears in a few classified files of the Night's Watch, and even the Empire does not know about it. There is a certain risk, most of the administrators who go there are not wealthy, they can't take the lead in digging up the black gold treasures themselves, and they can't convince the bankers to take risks, but if it's you, the difficulty is not a difficulty, things will be much simpler, and once the first mine is successfully mined, countless followers will rush into Richelieu, holding Caesar and begging you to sign the mining agreement. When the time comes, you will not only be judged as an excellent nobleman who is willing to go to the most backward counties of the empire to take up the burden, but also the first administrator to bring wealth to the province of Richelieu, and soon, the whole empire will begin to pay attention to you, and I am afraid that even His Majesty the Emperor will remember your name, and when the time comes, there will be a letter of recommendation on his desk, signed not by me, of course, but by some great nobleman of the Bourbon or Clough family. ”

The Count of Marseille began to squint his eyes to really consider the feasibility of this adventure, but Augustine still didn't look at his face, knowing that the fat man's eyes were completely invisible at this time, and this small action meant that the clever Alpha City Lord had been tempted. The truth that Augustine deliberately omitted is that there are indeed some valuable reports in the complicated archives of the Night's Watch about the rich minerals of Richelieu County, but the difficulty of mining is at least half a century beyond this era, and the most common open field mining and fill mining are not allowed in reality in the complex geological surface that is prone to collapse, and because of this, even Jupiter the Great once laughed at himself and said, "At least, my grandson will be a richer emperor than I am" , so unless the Count of Marseille is lucky enough to find one or two lucky ones very close to the surface, or to be able to stay patiently in the province of Richelieu for fifty years, it will be a "little pity".

The Count of Marseille asked tentatively, "Can I think about it?"

Augustine smiled: "Of course, this is a big deal, I give you enough time to weigh the pros and cons, this is a friend." Even if you end up refusing to take the risk, it won't affect our friendship, and to be honest, at Marceau, I have too few friends. ”

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

Augustine changed the subject and asked, "Do any of your friends have a crush on a girl or teenager?"

This was the first time that the swallows and crows had come out to "forage", and Augustine was curious to know the results and results.

The Count of Marseille smiled: "Yes, but I don't dare to speak, for fear of annoying the Order." ”

Augustine said magnanimously: "It doesn't matter, if there is anything you like, you will take it back, as long as you don't send back a corpse, I can accept it." ”

The Count of Marseille wondered, "Really?"

Augustine nodded.

The Count of Marseille smiled and said, "Then I'll tell my friends the good news when I go back?"

Augustine reached out and patted some dust from the fat man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Marseille, your friend, is my future friend, please help me convey this sentence together." ”

The Count of Marseille smiled knowingly, and his eyes were no longer visible.

Augustine looked in the direction of the White Elephant Castle and said with emotion: "The next time we meet, it may be there." ”

The Count of Marseille, who had already learned that the White Elephant Castle had been included in the territory of Black Swan Lake, still felt a continuous shock, even the barbarians had succumbed to order, Marceau, there was really no one who dared to say a word to the young man around him.

Augustine did not see him off, and the Count of Marseille walked out of the Black Swan Lake with some difficulty according to the rules, and boarded the carriage panting with the support of the servants, his mood was hot and cold, half because of the beautiful vision of becoming the prefect of the county from the middle lord to the prefect of the county and then to the finance minister of the empire, and half because of the instinctive reason for temptation, the mind of the Count of Marseille was directly proportional to his size, and he knew that to make a deal with the consul with a gentle expression and always warm eyes, there would never be a free lunch, and subconsciously, he was proud of the sense of accomplishment of being the spiritual father of Marceau, but he was afraid of becoming a puppet of the descendants of that young traitor, and maybe one day he would be dragged into hell, even Caesar, a lover who has worked so hard to accumulate countless times, can't save himself. The Alpha City Lord, who was in deep contradiction, was in ecstasy and frightened, and a wonderful picture was intertwined with the trembling fat of the chariot, and at last, the Count lifted the curtains, looked at the empty white elephant castle on the top of the mountain, the barbarian heart building that was about to welcome a new master, and muttered to himself: "Bet a big one, either be dragged into the abyss by this madman, or go straight to heaven?"

The good news for the good friends of the Count of Marseille is, of course, that the majestic Château d'Elephant has become the newest jurisdiction, and that behind this His Majesty the Emperor has once again unmistakably demonstrated his high hopes for order and the political implication of moderate trust in Augustine, as for the bad news, because Augustine had received a secret letter from the elder Clough and was already mentally prepared for the ugly behavior of the Vatlantican Holy See, the new Patriarch, although he had rejected the massive collective demand of the high clergy to excommunicate him, seemed to be juxtaposed with the whole of the Holy See in Augustine's personal capacityThe interpreter of the "Teachings" was also a little dissatisfied, and after several years of patience, he probably obeyed the wishes of all parties, and finally began to write an edict, which the Senate held a firm opinion, and the Chief Secretary of State, Queen Goscher, and the Rachel Tiger, who had been dealing with the affairs of the Gospel Continent for nearly a year, clearly showed extraordinary enthusiasm, and the Reformation appeared for the first time in the Senate, which had always been at the forefront of public opinion in the imperial capital in recent years

Standing on the same front as the Conservative Party, Augustine humorously wrote in his reply to Clough Sr. that "the Senate should thank me with the behind-the-scenes traders of the Grizzly Bear bet", and Clough Sr. hinted that he needed to contact Pompey to oppose the edict, Augustine replied no, and then told the old guy that he might have to disappear for a while, and Clough Sr. did not ask in detail, after all, there are too many uncertainties in the correspondence, and no matter how private the channel is, there are risks.

Augustine has not shown much in the same days as Queen Elizabeth, in that room that is nearly half a million dominoes, Augustine made a miniature magic array with his memory, saying that it is miniature, compared to the mythical left eye of God in the tomb, and the vast scale of the few prototypes in the history of this magic array, in the thick magic books, the number of appearances of a single magic array is often absolutely proportional to its danger and difficulty of construction, the fewer the times, the deeper the forbidden area, Augustine paid twenty kilograms of blood for this whole month, regardless of mental consumption or physical cost, are more huge and dark than the biggest achievements he personally copied the magic array "Skadi Soul Elegy" and the Titan Frontier to summon the mother queen, to be more huge and dark, the magic array is generally divided into three kinds, linear, powder and solid, the first requires two magic staffs, a staff of real material, and one is the second staff of the magician- Spells, this kind of magic array, the simplest, but the best reflect the strength and quality of the magician, of course, it is also the most suitable for actual combat; the second, it needs to be supported by all kinds of expensive and cherished magic elements, and there are twenty-four kinds of metal elements and thirty-one non-metallic elements that have been confirmed by the Mayan Snow Mountain Temple, "chaotic and stubborn" There are six kinds of dark gold elements, their different hardness, rarity, melting point, liveness, affinity, flammability and copulation, all of which are serious and complex academic topics, a variety of permutations and combinations of elements, full of brilliant unknowns, so far no magician dares to say that he has really mastered the most systematic elemental theory. Like Skadi's Soul Elegy, it is a beautiful intercourse between these two magic arrays, as for the physical magic array, God's left eye is the best example, and Augustine's quiet behavior, some wandering on the edge of the three, is the rebellious and withdrawn queen of the dark arts, known as the "Winter Crown", alias "St. Carol's Tomb" Even on the papyrus paper on which this ancient dark magic array is recorded, in addition to the rough pattern of the magic array, the description of this magic circle often carries the horror and hatred of some writers: "Humans have conversations with dragons, evil spirits, fallen angels, and even Hades", "It is only theoretically possible, but this is challenging the bottom line of St. Carroll, the greatest god of magic" When Augustine was a child, he asked the family magic teacher a question out of naughtiness - "Madam, what do you think is the most dangerous magic array?" Then, she gave this, explaining the principle of the magic circle in detail, but at the end of the conversation frowned and admonished, "This is a dangerous thing, exchanging souls for life, even the Holy See saints who claim to have the most souls dare not try it." The point is that this exchange does not follow the principle of equivalence, it is to exchange more for less, the problem is that the human soul is generally thin, and the hibernation of some creatures will bring trauma to memory, for example, you better forget this pattern immediately, it once caused a certain man to fall into eternal hibernation, and still sleeps in the depths of a dragon's lair, because he lost to the wisdom of the other party in a conversation with an ancient dragon, I must tell you, competing with the monomer of higher creatures has never been the strong point of human beings, this is like even a strong man who is known as a demigod, still does not dare to override the Holy See, empire, politics and faith, the strong will always be conquered and trampled by the next power. ”

But out of childhood curiosity, Augustine made a rough note of the crown and then captured a sketch from an unknown necromancer during the Battle of Kepler's Gallows.

Augustine was not a man accustomed to conceit, but in the process of understanding the Nibelon paradox, he captured some hidden details that perhaps even the two ladies did not think deeply, which taught him how to talk to the dragon, as for how to talk to the gods and the devil, St. Urban's conjuring descent, Augustine knew better than anyone else what he experienced during the convalescence, but these wonderful feelings were more than the descent of the Holy See principle, however, it was still a gamble, opening God's left eye, it was the poor and crazy Augustine lucky, this time?Augustine, who bled every day to create a forbidden magic array, hoped that his luck was not exhausted, and in the deepest part of his heart, he trusted St. Urban's last gift before returning to the hell of Tartarus.

Augustine asked Ulise to preside over an underground tunnel from the underground of the Castle to the White Elephant Castle, and the One-Eyed Dragon has always been very willing to give intellectual and gratuitous contributions to this kind of madness, just like the larger Skadi Soul Elegy that could turn the entire Castle of Verse into ruins, after the White Elephant Castle was brought into order, Augustine was not ready to move the members of the underworld there, but only let a hundred or so skeleton knights go to the White Elephant Castle to squat, so that the castle hall over there became worthy of its name" Hall of the Dead", it is believed that the unlucky ones who infiltrate the castle and try to steal expensive paintings or jewelry will be given a grand reception.

This secret passage was named the "Sunshine Corridor" by the excited Ulise, who was really a deputy chief who was good at irony.

The excavation was handed over to the most loyal and secretive knight of the Dead Sea, Descartes, the knight of the Titan Coffin who had been made into a Heroic Spirit of Hell, and even the Lich King Naples could not be spared, Augustine stood in the tunnel, watching three of the most powerful coolies of all time toiling there, with tall single ponytails standing beside him, Augustine asked, "How long will this have to be dug?"

"It would have taken at least two years, which would have taken so long, but the left eye of God, the masterpiece of Deputy Speaker Quinn and Aube the Elfty, has seriously changed the geological structure of this area, making it a typical barren land, with several times more density and hardness, and able to withstand huge pressures, but in the same way, it has brought great trouble to the excavation, and ordinary humans will be tired like dogs if they want to shovel a handful of soil." ”

Augustine said in a deep voice, "I am going on a long journey, and during this time you will establish a hermitage to give a safe habitat to the heretical scholars who have gone to poetry. ”

Ulise was curious: "Far away?"

Augustine chuckled, "This is certainly not bad news for you, and I hope that when I return, the poetry has not become your personal belongings." ”

Ulise said disdainfully, "If I'm not mistaken, you've already given the Shaman Queen permission to make me a puppet, right?"

Augustine did not answer the question directly, but said, "You can play chess with her." ”

Ulise had a headache and said, "Although I am the maker of this chess set, and you helped to perfect the details and rules, I really don't have the confidence to win her on the chessboard, which is really not a pleasant thing." ”

Augustine said honestly: "Without her playing chess with you, how can I rest assured that I will travel far away." ”

Ulise, who had his hands in his sleeve robe, was silent and had a rigid expression.

Before the "long journey", Augustine officially received the "Edict of Stanz" from the Holy See in Vatlantican, announcing that he was stripped of his status as an interpreter, and attached a "personal letter" from the Pontifical Supreme Court, which ended with the state that Augustine had the right to appeal to the Holy See, and Augustine burned this letter in his study with a little magic The identity of the interpreter, and the hope that His Majesty the Emperor would help convey his gratitude to the Greenspan family, very official wording, more sincere than the year-end summary submitted by the great nobles to the court, after writing the letter, Augustine took the lame boy out of the poem with him, he was going to meet the immortal seed, Miss Russell, who was already a librarian in the Abbey of Verdun, and after the meeting, the young lady got a small box full of crystal bottle gifts, and she picked up one of the bottles of "red wine" , tasted it, and said with a shocked face: "It tastes much better, even more delicious than the original." ”

Augustine breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad Miss Russell doesn't complain about my host's stinginess anymore. ”

Of course, these are not Augustine's blood, he doesn't have any remaining blood to give to Miss Russell as food now, and the six bottles of wine are all flowing from the blonde boy's body, Augustine just thinks that with Ares's simplicity, the blood will be above the passing line, but looking at Miss Russell's intoxicated expression, it seems that it is not only qualified, but also very sweet, which makes Augustine a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the lame boy Ares was a descendant of the wolf clan and humans back then, and there is no reason for the blood to be close to deliciousness, Augustine had to chew the sacred spear again The gift of the golden short spear, which are the two families that the giant is sorry forCould it be that one of them is not the expected Apodi wolf clan? Augustine, who was thinking, was suddenly pulled back to her thoughts by Miss Russell's unreasonable instantaneous advancement, her eyes exuded a faint gold, but this rough line lady who was substituted into the world of immortals by irresponsible parents was just intoxicated with deliciousness, and did not jump into the consciousness of becoming an immortal dame for a moment, Augustine reached out and rubbed the hair of the young man next to him, it was really interesting.

Ares's growth is full of all kinds of irrationalities, neither like the human beings who are forced to age naturally from young to middle-aged to old age according to their own will, nor like the former night ruler The wolf clan has always stayed in a fixed stage of formation, but more like the natural enemy of the wolf clan, the immortal species that will explode spontaneously with awakening, only when it obtains qualitative growth, it begins to mature instantly at a new critical point, according to Guligli's account, this child was transformed from a child to a teenager overnight before challenging him, and that night, it happened that the immortal species entered a collective sleep according to the new moon precepts and racial constraints"Red Lunar Eclipse", Augustine thought for a long time and did not come up with a reasonable answer, so he didn't bother, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Russell looking at Ares with a frightened expression, which was an inexplicable instinctive act, just like human beings seeing the gods descending from the saint with their own eyes.

Augustine frowned and said, "Miss Russell, you hate this kid very much?"

Miss Russell, who had just won the jump jump, didn't know the reason, so she had to be embarrassed and said, "I don't know ...... either"

Without waiting for her to finish, she immediately began to vomit, spitting out a large pool of blood, and the whole person began to twist.

The entire desk is scarlet.

Augustine frowned again, this was not a simple rejection, it was actually the rejection of the first parent's "feedback".

Augustine hesitated, picked up the half vial of blood and poured it into Miss Russell's mouth, and soon, almost dying, she was rapidly rejuvenated, more vigorous and brilliant than before.

Augustine was relieved and disguised: "For the immortals, it's just a normal reaction after eating different wines. ”

Only a "child" like Miss Russell, who has recklessly become an immortal, combined with her innate optimism, would believe this kind of white lie that is completely untenable.

Miss Russell glanced at the messy desk, and her face showed some of the scorn of a noble lady, like a sudden fart at a banquet while talking to an elegant knight about a book of poetry, and any young lady would be embarrassed. Augustine did not want to continue to embarrass the math-loving socialite, and said that he would leave Marceau for a while, but wine would be provided regularly, and then he handed her a notebook of conjectures and puzzles about mathematics and astronomy, and left with Ares, who had not been expressionless. Walking out of the library of the Verdun Abbey, Augustine touched the young man's head and smiled: "Ares, I haven't been with you to look at the stars for a long time, I didn't know why you like to observe them before, but now I understand a little, for human beings, the limit of the naked eye is 6th magnitude stars, and magicians can only improve one to one and a half levels, like my teacher, you may be able to see a landscape with a brightness of only 3, but in your eyes, it is the most beautiful flowing picture, isn't it?"

Probably hearing that they were going to look at the stars together, the blonde boy nodded happily.

Augustine took the boy to the top of a mountain, sat on the grass, and looked up together, with a silver ocean above his head, because Augustin, who was a little tired from climbing, gasped softly: " In our hemisphere, it's not the best season to see this river, but I'm sure you can still see the picture that many people can't see, Ares, in Olympian mythology, that river is the milk that Hera accidentally splashed in the air after feeding her baby, you see, even the romantic imagination of human beings implies the awe of the sky and the gods. In the legends of some ice and snow countries in the northern continent, this river is a guide to guide the migration of migratory birds, but in my hometown, a place that is so far away that it can not be more remote, there is a story, you see the two brightest stars, one in the constellation Aquila and the other in the constellation Lyra, there is a pair of lovers who love each other deeply, and they are separated, and they only have the opportunity to meet once a year, is it a very sad legend? However, they are still happy after all, because a year of waiting can be exchanged for a reunion. ”

The blonde boy raised his head, then turned to stare at the frail Augustine with a sad look in his eyes.

Augustine touched his head and smiled.

Ares stood abruptly and stood in front of Augustine.

Augustine slowly turned his head and saw a lonely old man, who gave Augustine a great sense of familiarity at first sight, and said softly: "What a poignant legend. But is there such a legend in the city of Augs? My daughter never told me, my grandson, Augustine. ”