Miss Zusri fell in love with the poems with the eyes of the Ursula tree, the immortal species that inhabited the stone monuments, the Garden of Eden, and many undead knights, and decided to stay a few more days, which gave the lady who had returned to Alpha City today a headache, and was so pestered by Zusri that she had to stay for one more day. When Augustine sat in his study and learned from Ulise's mouth that Ulise had left Black Swan Lake, leaving behind only a rare armor made of dragon bones "Leader's Will", he felt a little inexplicable, and Ulise said mysteriously: "Augustine, lend me the Bourbon silver coin in your pocket." ”

Augustine handed him the silver coin, and the one-eyed dragon tossed the face, and then handed over two answers, one true and one forged, which was very consistent with Us's normal intelligence, and Ulise took back the carefully forged answer sheet, and sighed, "Your luck is always good when it should be." ”

Augustine looked at the real answer sheet and smiled, "My cousin is a very good performer. ”

Ulise shrugged, "Who's to say it's not." ”

Augustine asked, "If you throw the opposite?"

Ulise said as a matter of course: "Then you can only hope that you are the illegitimate son of the goddess of fate." ”

Augustine tapped his finger on the table and asked, "I wake up Dimmit, can I 'keep' that cousin from Constend?"

Ulise shook his head and said, "No." ”

Augustine looked a little regretful, but quickly smiled calmly: "I guess he's also a contender, and it's not low, right?"

It's very close to the truth, but Ulise said bluntly: "These things need to be dug out by yourself." My main job is to play chess, and my hobby is to help you repair the castle of poetry. Augustine, you have already paid the price for carving out a garden of roses for me in the Garden of Eden, do you want more?"

Augustine laughed and said, "If the price is to give you another piece of rosebed, I don't mind making a few more deals." ”

Ulise grinned and pointed to the head on his neck, and turned to leave.

Augustine said helplessly: "Only Miss Elizabeth is willing to be your friend." ”

Turning to look at the answer sheet with slightly different handwriting, looking at it word by word, Augustine rubbed his thumb and forefinger against the Bourbon silver coin, and said to himself: "Constend, the Dragon Museum, the dragon dissecter, the madman cursed by the dragon, the one of the ten golden families who were two disgraced, the filthy blood, the madman." Oh, come to think of it, schizophrenia, cousin Uss, are you the Turing? I was so optimistic that I thought that if I did a little feat, I would be able to be favored by Constants and Fermos. Thank you for coming, this time you gave me a pair of Leader's Will Armor, and next time I will treat you warmly. ”

Ulise, who had been leaning against the wall of the corridor outside the study, quietly departed, and came to his own rose garden in the Garden of Eden, where he took a knife and cut it carefully and gently, it was hard to imagine that this sturdy one-eyed man had just finished two dangerous conversations, and no one knew why a lone dragon would be in love with the most vivid and fragile red roses, and he had the impression that a man like him, who was more devilish than the devil, should like the flesh-eating lantern plants that were more vigorous and more bewitching. At the beginning, the night watchman, second only to the Teutonic priests, in addition to being rightfully powerful, seemed to have their own distinct flaws, the king of the hill fell in love with Lord Haihime, and the leaders of several major branches also had such and such weaknesses, except for the lonely Ulise, the most silent, except for those small jokes that could not answer the riddle and were left with a certain part of the body, the man who was blinded by the divine spear in his right eye had been going back and forth between Lucifer's laboratory and the bell tower of the dead, at this time, he was lying on the slightly wet soil of the flower garden, closed his left eye, smelled the fragrance of roses, hummed an unknown folk song, stretched out a hand in the air and gently patted the beat。

On the afternoon of the day when the lady left the poem, she deliberately found Augustine who stayed in the study, borrowed tea leaves and tea sets, and boiled a pot of black tea for Augustine, the taste was very mellow, and she was more skilled than Professor Shirley, who pursued the quality of life. Unlike the Plantagenet Dynasty and the Oguga, who had three governments, our empire may indeed be impure in the narrow sense of the blood, but it is the only empire that has made the aristocracy collectively lose its violent vices as quickly as possible, and it only took two generations for the great lords to get used to living in the big cities where the families are gathered, and to getting used to moving closer to the imperial capital and the court, a process that is destined to be called the most wonderful power migration by later historians. ”

"The strength of the Holy Empire lies in its external closure and internal openness, those empires located in the middle and west of the epic continent, once they start a war, they will often find that there are countless brothers and relatives in the enemy's army, and that kind of war, unless the country is in a period of survival, is just an entertainment game of the superstructure, or immature commanders are throwing tantrums, often not serving the country in the long run, and war is easy to be reduced to just a personal hobby. Our openness is those things that have been fiercely criticized, forced to acquiesce and quietly identify, the most notable is the military nouveau riche and the merchant honor, these two roads are very bumpy, which needs to be supported by two aspects, one is that the emperor consciously stays away from the nobility, distances sufficiently, and finally has a strong voice, which is unimaginable for those empires controlled by one or more golden families, only the Holy Empire, the Titans and Ka Miao have a chance. The second is that the inner circle of less than ten people in the empire can form a high degree of tacit understanding with His Majesty the Emperor, and now it seems that the empire has succeeded with great difficulty. ”

"It may be abstract to say this, but I will find a very small entry point: it was His Majesty the Emperor who led the trend of ceramics, silverware and tea in aristocratic circles, and these new gadgets first became the darlings of the court. The local nobles regarded it as a fashionable hobby, and then, the middle nobles were afraid of being ridiculed by the big nobles for not being elegant enough, even if they couldn't afford those expensive things, they still bought them hard, as for the small nobles and wealthy families, they must be even more depressed, so two results were born, one was to stimulate the development of the empire's navigation industry, and it was no longer His Majesty the Emperor who paid this astronomical amount of gold alone, and the second was relatively hidden, and some of the bankrupt small nobles began to join the battlefield, relying on medals to support the honor of the family, and some speculators saw the huge profits brought by lending, and the latter matured the seedlings of the banking industryWith the continuation of the jihad and the outbreak of war on the Red Gogol Plain, the fortunate banking sector became a big tree independent of the ordinary business sphere. ”

As a direct result of this, many aristocrats began to treat land, the most distressed children of their ancestors, as a mere appendage to other, more important incomes. ”

"His Majesty the Emperor moved the great nobles into the city, but encouraged them to build country mansions on the outskirts of the city, and did not even mind that the nobles' suburban castles were more glorious than the royal palaces, but under the surface, each mansion required roads, waterways, fountains, and a myriad of complex machines that allowed magicians and architects to earn extra money. ”

"Does the Holy Empire need other emperors and kings to be anointed by the pope of Byzantio or the cardinal archbishop to take the crown from the high priests and add luster to the sanctity of the monarchy?"

"Oguga, what is the future of an empire whose mobilization orders must be issued in 18 languages? Is Plantagenet, a dynasty that even Byzantian cardinals dare to dismiss the emperor's claims, really as powerful as we think? Titan, the decennial Red Gogol War can't drag on this strong son of war, so once every five years? Once every three years? The man who quietly put The Wealth of Nations on the desk of the previous emperor back then, he is the hero of the empire, right?"

"At the beginning, His Majesty, the young emperor of the Holy Empire, showed superhuman foresight in the exploration council of the largest dragon vein, St. Megan, and the definition of the belonging of the Cenca Islands, but no one thought that he was a great strategist, and even the old emperor of White Rose laughed at 'a housewife who only cares about immediate interests', and the result was clear, White Rose was supervised. So, silence does not mean incompetence. All the beautiful scenery will only appear in the field of vision of those who stand on the highest point. ”

"The Holy Empire is the sun that never sets, or the meteor that shines in an instant, the answer is in the hands of Emperor Jupiter alone, but I think it's the former. ”

This afternoon, Augustine said much, much in a calm tone.

The lady who arrived at the sacramental congregation, but made tea for the archons instead of drinking it, was the first to listen.

When Madame left, her heart was heavy, and Augustine saw her off to the edge of Black Swan Lake. Madame sat in Fermoth's carriage and drove far away, and through the dust she saw that he was always standing at the point where he came.

Miss Zusley quipped, "Madame, you have lifted the curtains for the fourth time!"

Madame didn't show shyness, but just said, "Maybe I shouldn't come to poetry." ”

Miss Zusli hugged Madame's arm and shook it, and said coquettishly: "Madam, I have never revealed the secret of your Rudolph family. ”

Madame smiled and said, "I believe that the black pearl necklace has given him the best clue, it is my own negligence." ”

Miss Zusli said innocently: "Didn't you take that necklace back when you left Alpha City?"

Madame sighed, "For some people, it may be possible to solve a series of riddles with just one glance. ”

Miss Zusley, who was really not very smart, asked tentatively, "Madam, are you praising my relative who is so mediocre that he can't be more ordinary?"

Mediocre?

Madame was silent.

In the distance, Augustine finally turned around, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Goodbye, the woman who conquered the wolf king of the empire, Lady Catherine." I hope you will explain to me in the Imperial Capital some lies that I will never be convinced if I say them myself. ”

Augustine walks down the marble path under the sugar maple in Quebec, halfway to the Twin Statues, where Uth once stopped, is this the subconscious behavior of that cousin?

Whether it is Byzantio or Vat Transican, the two Holy Sees, for any miracle and descent, have always followed the principle of not telling, not putting pen to paper, The principle of incomprehension, the ancient documents that are now recorded and preserved, are the private acts of some atheists, and such confidential archives are sealed in the most secret places, especially some holy descents that have been proven to bring disaster to the mainland, and their recorded texts, even a thin parchment scroll, will be sealed layer by layer, and every time they are opened for any purpose, they must go through countless formalities and approvals, such as the first descent, even if the chief research officer, Miss Phile, was strictly loyal to the Mother of the Black Sheep at that time, and she later explained to Augustine that she did not divulge anything to Lord Hahime, but only explained the luck of the poem in a series of extremely vague wordsIn fact, neither the Holy Spirit Court nor the ewe knew the detailed background of St. Urban, until St. Urban's return to the hell of Tartarus, Augustine explained to His Majesty the Emperor that there was a middle-level angel summoned by the magic array of God's left eye, and it finally left the poem and returned to heaven, as for why it appeared in the ancestral sacrificial temple on the wild continent, Augustine simply used "unknown" I believe that Jupiter the Great, who has been the greatest atheist in the empire for many years, will not be too curious about this, and when the truth comes out, it is almost the "ten years" that Augustine forethought, at that time, there is no need to weave more lies for this lie. Now the big question is, even if Emperor Jupiter can patiently wait for that day, will Augustine's hourglass of life be able to hold on to that day?

The normal life span of human beings is fifty years, and the nobles could have added twenty years of value because of their favorable living conditions, but the greed for meat and the disdain for vegetables, excessive overdraft in bed, and many other privileges that have brought bad effects, make the nobles only live ten years longer than the commoners, knights, unless they are knights of the holy coffin, the trauma of war makes the life of this group no different from that of ordinary nobles, with the only exception of magicians, except for those "dwarfs who are theoretically giants in action" Most magicians have been able to gain the favor and favor of the goddess of life exponentially because of their physical training and study of obscure theories, but this often means that when they first enter the temple of magic, they begin to abide by the precepts and restrain their desires when they are young or even children, and magicians are the spokesmen of frailty? This is definitely a vicious slander of knights, as long as you think about it with your ass and knees, you will know that if you don't have a healthy enough body, how to think about those headaches, how to persist in chanting for a long time, in the assessment of the magic guild at all levels, there are special spells that require more than fifteen minutes every year, which makes the physical fitness of many intermediate magicians generally comparable to or even more than lazy low-level knights, and those who prefer the knight profession often habitually and extremely reject magicians, but those who prefer the magician profession like minor knights very interestingly, but even if a magician reaches the level of a great knight, he often does not go to receive medals。 Augustine is an outlier among the odds, and according to common sense, it is certainly not a problem to live to the age of sixty, but it is difficult to say now, as long as there is any more war that requires the cost of hole cards, Augustine can be sure that he will not live for the next ten years.

Augustine suddenly wanted to accompany Pandora to the astrological building Dracula's Tooth to see the starry sky earlier, and he could usually accompany Lori Butler to the Raven Bazaar to buy some luxury goods that ladies would like.

Augustine, a little tired, returned to his study, lay down on his desk, and fell asleep.

Before his consciousness was completely blurred, he remembered a childhood conversation for no reason:

"Teacher, do you like to travel?"

"The world is a book, you don't travel and walk, you just turn a page. ”

"That's what I love to travel. ”

Augustine, who was a child at the time, ate a sturdy chestnut and said softly: "No one knows whether this book is a comedy or a tragedy, and there is no absolute good or bad without turning the next page." ”

Augustine, rubbing his head, tilted his head to look up at the private magic teacher who wore a black robe all year round, and asked pitifully, "Then which page of the teacher am I? Is it a tragedy?"

She didn't answer.

Augustine felt that there might not be a chance to get a real answer.

Sleeping, frowning, still unable to look like a carefree baby.

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In the hinterland of the Muse Continent, the plains of the sobs who experienced two great wars half a year ago.

A black robe appeared on the plain, draped in a cloak painted with a dark magical pattern, and a few strands of black hair hung down, blending in with the black robes.

She happened to be standing where Augustine had crouched down and grabbed a handful of earthy yellow gravel, crouching down, still sliding from his fingers like him.

After less than a handful of sand fell to the ground, the whole earth began to churn violently like boiling water.

Tornado.

A black tornado that keeps skyrocketing.

Out of thin air, a rare monster that instantly grew to a height of hundreds of meters appeared in the plain of calm weobs.

The tornado swirled and crashed towards the ancestral shrine.

The most terrifying thing is not the scale of this tornado, but the fact that no matter how much the temple resists it with shamanism, not only does it not dissipate, but it grows bigger and bigger, almost comparable to the highest point of the temple.

It was not until the melodious and loud horn of destruction slowly sounded that it gradually dissipated.

But the scene after the tornado dispersed, but the sacrifices in the temple once again felt the mystery of a handful of human beings, last time, it was the holy robe that came, this time, it was even more incredible, without chanting and magic array, easily created a tornado that forced the shaman emperor to blow the horn of the black sheep, and more than that, when the storm returned to calm, the black robe, in the air with an arrogant posture of climbing the stairs, stepped into the sky, until it was equal to the apex of the ancestral sacrifice temple! Countless ancestral heroic spirits were howling angrily, and the whole temple was trembling!

She only said one sentence, obviously in a very light tone, but it resounded through the sky, like thunder.

She said softly, "Get out." ”