For better or for worse, the atmosphere in the upper echelons of the Holy Empire is gradually shifting from supernaturalism to realism, from philosophical and theological interests to those "verifyology" that branches off from magic and arcane From the hope of heaven and the fear of hell to the expansion of knowledge and the improvement of life, more and more people with family backgrounds and academic literacy began to calculate equilibrium equations on paper, staring down at the piles of test vessels on the table, or gazing up at the stars in the night sky, in Jupiter, fashionable ladies dressed in costume crowded to listen to the lectures of mathematics professor Laimer, bought expensive tickets to admire the botanical garden cultivated by Dewell, and even His Majesty the Emperor arranged for the second prince and the young princess to teach astronomy, court lecturer of mechanics and blood circulation. In the flood of this current, any member who does not want to be ostracized by the mainstream is caught in it.

So when it was learned that Boyle, who was said to be able to easily find a square of the size of a circle, and a polymath who was called the brightest man of his time, and who had the most admirers of the aristocracy, would give a playful lecture in the private garden of the Greenspan family, even the great nobles who were very discredited of the "barbarian" head who was about to go south to take over the governorship of the county and take over the post of captain of a large army, showed sufficient understanding of the madness of the young children of the family to allow their visit. The ladies of the salon were sprinkled with Bertie Gurui, and the mathematically accomplished male heirs were all dressed in a notebook with mathematical questions, and they were all brought to Greenspan's beautifully landscaped gardens, where the "know-it-all" Boyle did not disappoint, and the most amorous man of the Plantagenet, who was still handsome in his forties, showed a wide but thorough speech and a wide mastery of grammar, logic, tides, botany, and geology.

Especially when the man ends his speech with three gifts that have not yet been given to Jupiter the Great: a copy of the Printhese, in which the Black Emperor Saxon himself wrote the preface in the Quralan language, "Necfasestproprius mortaliattingeredivos (No one will be allowed to get closer)" A classical star map more precise and vast than any work in history, and a nautical clock that can accurately time any sea, the whole garden began to fall into the most fanatical worship and pursuit, in the garden, Prince Columbia, who had been mournful since returning from the Hill of Honor, finally smiled, and beside the prince sat his sister, Princess Ralph, a noble girl who was only nine years old, who was more intimate with him than the eldest brother, the crown prince.

And the future crown owner of the empire, Prince Schopenhauer, sat in a slightly farther position, beside the moon Aphrodite at the imperial banquet, her own brother Constantine, the future head of the eastern family of North Ovufu, plus a large number of noble comrades-in-arms who won medals together on the Red Gogol Plain, both in number and momentum are far more impressive than the lonely Prince Colum, not to mention that the sun of the empire was originally added here, the high priest of Napoleon, the high society of Jupiter City knew that Prince Schopenhauer was in love with Miss Aphrodite, and this young lady seemed to prefer the heroic priest, but in this regard, Prince Schopenhauer quickly extended a hand of friendship to Napoleon, which added a lot of good names to the crown prince. As for Colum, it was only remembered because of the Hill of Honor and "Thirteen", but this is not a topic suitable for aristocratic banquets and elegant salons to talk about happily, so that Prince Columne's popularity is very limited, there is no way, almost all of this prince's comrades-in-arms were killed, and his face and delicate temperament are far less majestic than his brother's majestic Highness, joining the army, it is more like a tragic joke.

At the end of the lecture, Boyle still had no leisure, shuttling through the garden, solving some puzzles for the nobles of the Holy Empire, such problems are not tricky in the eyes of Boyle, who is as talented as the appearance, but Boyle, who is proficient in the imperial Chinese, will still say a few words of sincere affirmation after answering the doubts, most of the problems brought by the noblewomen come from the hand of the family professor, but Boyle will not debunk, still write a large string of formulas in their books, and accept certain gifts and signature requirements, a Plantagenet noble, everywhere is a nobleman。 In one afternoon, this "most handsome of the scholars, and the most learned of the handsome men" won the favor of the Holy Empire.

"Constantine, do you have an idea of Miss Alice of Greenspan?" Prince Schopenhauer teased his good friend Constantine, and this magical genius of the Augs Song City knew him because he was the younger brother of the goddess in his heart, but after getting acquainted with it, he found that the freak in this torch was a competent and funny noble heir, and then on the Red Gogol Plain, the young noble magician showed infinite combat strength close to the Great Knight, and protected Prince Schopenhauer in several tragic skirmishes, and the two finally formed a true friendship, not just a social interaction between members of the royal family and the great nobles.

Not far away, the hostess of this garden, a young lady with an elegant temperament, was asking Boyle for academic questions, Boyle was confronted with a difficult problem for the first time, and his expression was extraordinarily focused, and several of the daughters' own brothers, with a clear division of labor, one stared at Boyle, and if this guest dared to reveal the slightest ill intentions towards his sister, he dragged him to the back garden and beat him, and the rest of them stood in a circle, stopping those who wanted to get close to the most shining pearls of the barbarians, and used words like "My sister doesn't like sissy with powder on her face." "My sister doesn't like skinny men who don't weigh more than one hundred and fifty pounds" The lame reason for rejecting their private invitations made countless young men of school-age who had lazy sighs at Greenspan's huge dowry, and they did fall in love with Miss Alice at first sight, she had a very different temperament from many Jupiter ladies, quiet and moving, proud but not arrogant, which was too new.

Constantine, who had dazzling blond hair, smiled: "If I had seen such a good girl in Red Gogol, I would have robbed it, but unfortunately in the barbarian garden." ”

Prince Schopenhauer chuckled softly: "It's okay, even if you go to grab it now, I will roll up my sleeves and move with you." But as I said beforehand, I will take care of carrying the girl away for you, and you will have to clean up the girl's brothers who are as strong as the barbarians. ”

Aphrodite smiled, glad that his brother and Prince Schopenhauer were true friends.

"Even I envy this young lady's dowry in the future. Prince Schopenhauer laughed and said that he had always been very straightforward and sincere to his friends who were included in the circle. He didn't have much curiosity about Boyle's speech, but just took the opportunity to symbolically express his friendliness to the Greenspan family, as the crown prince of the empire, the few people closest to his father, Schopenhauer knew better than anyone who His Majesty the emperor trusted the most, as soon as the war on the Red Gogol Plains ended, Count Dürer died in an assassination that was secretly covered up by the authorities, and the original administrator Robert "took the initiative" After handing in his letter of resignation, my father immediately began to summon the head of Greenspan's house, and no one dared to refute this resolution, except to give the barbarian the position of power that was in the first place in the order of the imperial administrator, and to give one of the two legions of the old general of Monte Cristo to the barbarian.

As for the command of the other large army, countless dazzling palace and county operations have been carried out in the past six months, and the final result is broken through the glasses, the commander of the large army is a legion commander with no background in the imperial capital, born in a local middle noble, but the two deputy commanders, it is interesting, one is Rommel, the most hated war maniac of the Titans on the frontal battlefield of the red Gogol, it is this winner of the Iron Oak Badge of the last session, who thwarted the fiercest offensive of the Titan God's whip, at the end of the battlefield, all the middle commanders under Rommel were killed, and the scars on his body made several groups of white-robed priests shed tears on the spot, this soldier, lying on a stretcher in a semi-comatose state, received the second Iron Oak badge!

The other deputy commander of the Grand Legion turned out to be Nero of the Pompey family, the playboy who had not been injured in the Red Gogol battlefield and had not picked up a spear once?

In contrast, Greenspan, who illegally held important positions in the Empire, was less criticized, and the criticism of the Empire was thrown to Pompey, and it is said that even the military minister, who had a good relationship with the Marquis of Pompey, lodged a written protest to His Majesty the Emperor, but this did not change the outcome.

Boyle, who famously said as a teenager that "the greatest tool in the world is mathematics, and God is a mathematician," looked at a string of short words in Miss Alice's notebook, and fell into a long contemplation, muttering to himself: "Is it possible or impossible to divide the three powers of a number into the sum of two powers of numbers, or to divide a power higher than two powers into the sum of two powers of the same power?"

Boyle's eyes gradually changed from confusion to brightness, and he looked up and exclaimed: "Miss Alice, I can only say that the answer to this conjecture is 'impossible', but the detailed and unmistakable process of proof is most likely the problem that I have spent the most energy on for the rest of my life in twenty or thirty years, but at the same time it is the greatest pleasure, I have to say that you are a true inspirer, even in the scientific and technological hall of the Holy See of Byzantio, you have not been given such a useful question for my thinking." I may have to stay in your family for a while longer, and I hope Miss Alice will forgive me for the interruption, because whenever I get something, I can't help but show it off to you, haha. ”

Miss Alice blinked and smiled, "Absolutely glad." ”

Boyle said softly: "If this conjecture can be proved by me in my lifetime, I will be named 'Miss Greenspan's conjecture'! Miss Alice, whoever says that the Greenspan family is rude and ignorant in the future, Boyle will be the first to refute him!"

Miss Alice smiled brightly.

Several of her knight brothers were even more excited, thinking about this: "Look, our sister is perfect like this", and then it became: "Who dares to pretend to be a knight and climb over the wall to my sister's garden, and directly chop it into meat sauce and feed it to the dog!"

Miss Alice stood in the boiling garden, and suddenly felt a little lonely, the book of conjectures had been taken by Boyle as a treasure, and she had been promised that request by correspondence, that is, the real proposer of the conjecture was the Black Swan Lake, which could only be seen in the observation hall of the White Elephant Castle.

Indifferent to all the admiration and coveting of the garden, she suddenly smiled, and the young lady, who was about to follow her father and family to the southern border of the empire, whispered: "The 'Augustinian conjecture' is so good. ”

In the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital, the results full of suspense finally slowly surfaced, some people secretly rejoiced, some cursed, and some watched, but the Black Swan Lake in Marceau County was always quiet and serene, but under this calm surface, there was depression, irritability, and struggle.

I just gave a "male sparrow" by the chief of order The nicknamed Louis Butler is now very satisfied, he stands on the bottom of the four-story arena, where many Titan captive knights who are about to be thrown outside to compete in the Colosseum, dark species, heretical magicians, and even a few meals specially prepared for the noble lord, I believe that all the rich people in Marceau County will be crazy and happy about this, Louis stands in front of a cage, which holds an earl immortal who has lost his way in Marceau, I heard that he has refused the kindness of the chief of the order, and refuses to offer loyalty and service to the poetry, this is the end, Louis looked at the powerful species that can tear a hundred of himself in a one-on-one situation, and beckoned, signaling that the "cooks" can do it, a skeleton knight walked in, cut off a piece of meat from the leg of the immortal, and after throwing it out, someone immediately put it on a barbecue to "cook", after the muscles of the immortal species are separated from the body, they still have a terrifying vitality, Louis learned this from a set of encyclopedia books published by the Sheep's Horn Laboratory in the library, and the "male sparrow" full of curiosity and verification immediately couldn't sit still, when he saw the muscles "dancing like elves" on the oven for the first time , he fell in love with this scene, and came here almost every day to "shoot".

Louis watched the dance music while reaching out to keep warm, this underground prison where many of his "beloved pets" are imprisoned, it is really cold, but he likes to think about the chief of order in all aspects, the arena has used up too many Caesar gold coins, and then ask for the improvement of the prison conditions, it is too extravagant, and now Louis has a sense of accomplishment and security, in the past in Lauder Castle, everything was owned by the lover Viscount Heber, but the adjacent black swan, the tolerant archon, His Excellency did not mind him doing some things such as " Elven Dance", or exchanging a few pieces of cheese for the washed ass of the titan stout knight, if it was just the ass, Louie certainly didn't need to pay for the cheese, and in exchange for the equivalence, the knights had to repeat the phrase "Great Holy Empire, great noble Louie" when they were deep into the "Titan Gully" by the "Holy Empire Spear", it was so touching that Louie's blood boiled at the thought of it.

Here, no one would ask him to wear the garb of a noblewoman and a noblewoman, and every time he was in bed, his throat burned and his ass was whipped, and in this way he obtained a pitiful amount of power, and no one looked at him with such strange eyes as the subordinates of Lauder's castle, Louis could even see in the eyes of the chief of order the pure appreciation of his leadership and business negotiations, and in the eyes of his partner, the Count of Marseille, the count, the dead fat man was the earl obtained through regular channels! All of this makes this male bird cherish this hard-won privilege and cherish the gift of the chief order.

With tears in his eyes, Louis looked at the dance music on the stove and said softly, "Thank you, the most handsome man in the world, Master Augustine. ”

Lady Fiona already had twelve swallows and six crows under her command, and she could have taken charge of more of them, but the Orderly said that the number didn't matter, and he didn't want Lady to be too tired.

She specially consulted with the chief of the order about the theological essentials and special canons of the monastery of Maidaiola, and now strictly followed the six prayers a day every day, and prayed with the "children", she thought, although she was training some of the playthings of the future nobles, but if the playthings had some religious atmosphere, it would be more interesting, this is the little wisdom of Lady Fiona, in the past, the widow of the commoner background used countless little wisdom to become the queen of the salon of Marceau, and now she hopes to use her only remaining capital to create wealth for the chief of the order to create wealth for the poem.

The handsome sacramental magnate had the mind that Lady Fiona did not dare to speculate about, and he had calmly told her: "Fiona, if you need it physically, you can go and find anyone in the Sheep's Horn Laboratory, if you want, they will, it is not a shameful thing, on the contrary, I will be grateful to you." ”

She blushed and asked, "Will this damage the piety of the believers?"

He smiled and shook his head.

After that, several members of the Sheep's Horn Lab, who had been sluggish, began to work extremely hard, and for this reason, the Chief of Order gave Lady Fiona an additional five thought points.

In addition to prayer and sleep time, the most beautiful ladies and the most elegant knights were trained all day long, Fiona would carefully correct the wrong syllables and inappropriate tongues of the swallows and crows, and teach them how to speak the purest aristocratic tones, and there were specially dispatched teachers, each of whom would study the political and military history of the empire, oil painting, harp, lyric poetry, the most basic mathematics, and, of course, murder, and dealing with all kinds of contingencies, the unqualified lazy would be whipped, the good children would be rewarded with some expensive purchases from the Raven Bazaar, and the pretty maidens and handsome boys would become the best hunters in the future, the bed is their hunting ground. When Lady Fiona first heard a private complaint that this was a worse hell than the Lolita slave market, she did not hesitate to gather all the children and dismember the offender, which was also a good lesson, and Lady Fiona castrated him with her own hands and threw him on the ground, and her hands were covered with blood and smiled: "There is bread, water, and so many works of art that the average family will not see in a lifetime, and you should cherish the good life now." Can anyone tell me what is the first sentence of the sixth book of the Book of Songs?"

A girl with a good memory timidly replied: "'Row into the depths and cast your nets according to my word, that you may reap abundantly.'" ”

Lady Fiona smiled, "Sophie, I will give you a dress for six Caesars, and it will be your private collection." ”

The other of the most delicate girls said softly, "Let us row into the depths and cast our nets according to the words of the chief, so that we may be rich." ”

Lady Fiona was stunned for a moment, touched her head and said, "Worthy of being the only nobleman among us, Hepburn, I hope you don't make me wait too long." ”

The girl who was like a doll porcelain blushed, and the meaning of Madame's words was only understood by both parties, as the only lucky person who could rub her shoulders for the long order, the next lucky one was to go to bed.

Today, Hepburn is sick, and Lady Fiona takes care of her personally.

The snow-white girl shrunk into the quilt, looked at Madame with trembling lips, and asked, "Madam, if I become pregnant one day, can I give birth?" I promise that I will not hesitate to do any task that you and the Commander give me!"

Her first time was destined to be handed over to the man, the murderer of his father.

Lady Fiona frowned and asked, "Hepburn, can you tell me the real reason?"

She closed her eyes and didn't speak, perhaps too weak.

Because of this action, the girl did not have a chance to see the gloom on Lady Fiona's face, but the lady's tone was still kind and kind, like the girl's biological mother: "Do you want to change your fate with this?"

When the girl opened her eyes, Lady Fiona's face was already very "sincere and kind", like the most pious nun.

Madame patted her head and smiled: "In the future, take your time, I also hope that Hepburn can have a happy future." ”

The girl seemed a little guilty and did not dare to look at Madame.

Fiona didn't seem to pay attention to this, and said some comfort, got up and left, and after walking out of the small room, the corners of her mouth were disdainful, and she said coldly: "Hepburn, it's a beautiful idea to want to take revenge on the chief of order in this stupid way, but you have to work harder." But I can guarantee that when the time comes, I will kill your hope with my own hands, and I am a little fool with immature acting skills. ”

Madame walked down the corridor and drew a triangle gesture on her chest.

There are no people in the heresy torture hall of the castle of poetry, to be precise, the one-eyed dragon Ulise, when more and more heretics in Marceau County are thrown in, the deputy chief is getting busier and busier, for those dark species who do not know how to fear the gold balance badge, of course, he does not need to take action, the sheep's horn laboratory never rejects test subjects, and the human heretics who have committed all kinds of blasphemy, Ulise is happy to discuss the misunderstandings of faith with them, if the other party has a good eloquence and depth of thought, Ulise will use the thought points he has accumulated to atone for them, if not, there are many kinds of results, most of them are more miserable than entering the sheep's hornsUlise's private bedroom was furnished with a long wooden table, and a dozen fellows lay with their heads intact, so they could think, but not speak, because the tongue had been cut off or paralyzed, but from the head down, it was not so normal, the abdomen was dissected, and the muscles of the whole body were torn apart by a sharp scalpel, so the whole person was like a bright red rose blooming, and the order had come to visit once, and he did not plan to come again.

Ulise found a new joy today, a hypocrite who was locked in the "matchbox" of the torture hall, this is a pitch-black "coffin" without fingers, in addition to water and food to ensure survival, it is only provided with three matches a day, which means that you can see a brief light three times a day, most people can't hold out for a few days, today a strong heretic who has been holding out for a week was taken out by an incomparably tolerant one-eyed man to enjoy a high-profile lunch, and his sanity on the verge of collapse began to recover, and then Ulise "carelessly" Piercing him with a knife and fork in his hand, then covering him with a black cloth and tying his limbs to a chair, Ulise placed a dripping drain full of water on the table, and in the silent hall, only the regular dripping sound could be heard, and the last sentence before Ulise left: "My technique is very precise, and the blood you flow out of your body is followed by the sound of dripping water at a frequency." ”

When Ulise returned to the room after another torture, the heretic was stiff and dead from the fear he had created. If he could still open his eyes, he would find that there was far less blood on the ground than he had imagined, just a small pool of blood.

Ulise picked up the corpse and walked to the next lab, grinning. What a gentle man.

Miss Philee, the chief research officer of the sheep's horn, found an excuse to leave the Lily Laboratory, in the poem, she was the one who could easily walk through the labyrinth of Panshen except for the deputy chief and the Lori butler, and came to the man's study, and did not see this devil who had pulled herself into the abyss, her flushed and beautiful face was full of lust that did not match her identity and reputation, she waited for a while, pulled the chair, and faced the wall, Miss Philip looked at the chair with hazy eyes, and sat there assuming that he was him, and then ripped off her clothes, revealing only a part of her white body, which he had asked for in the past, never wanting her to be completely naked, Miss Philip leaned against the wall, began the immoral "tricks", all the shame techniques he taught, and finally, Miss Philip ascended from the moral hell to the heaven of carnal desires in a slightly sore hand.

She sat down on the floor, gasping for air.

The expression is complicated.

The master of the study, who was standing at the door of the study with a box on his shoulder, smiled: "It seems that I missed a good show." ”

Miss Phile got up in horror, turned her back to the satan in human skin, and frantically arranged her clothes.

Augustine put down a handful of reed pipes and a chest, turned the chair that Miss Phile had changed direction one hundred and eighty degrees again, and after sitting down, he bent down to open the box under his feet, and became more and more labored, which made him pant that could not be concealed, more tired than a small fall of Miss Philip, and Miss Philip, who had already noticed this detail, asked softly, "What is wrong with you?"

Augustine didn't answer, but pointed to the reed pipe on the table and ordered, "Bring these back and help me make some reed pens." ”

After hesitating for a moment, he smiled bitterly: "Please help me carry the box." ”

Miss Philip put the reed tube in her arms, then picked up the somewhat heavy box, and followed him to the hidden corner of the tulip floor, where there was a large door, the size of which suggested that it was probably the largest room in the Underworld of Poetry.

Augustine told her to put the box down and chuckled, "If Miss Philip is confident that she can come again, wait for me in the study, and if she is satisfied, she can go back to the horns." Oh, I forgot, women don't have confidence or self-confidence in this kind of thing. ”

Miss Philip fled.

Augustine looked at her slender back and smiled, his smile surprisingly not full of sarcasm.

Turning around and opening the door very gently, he did not rush into the room, but squatted down to open the box, the objects inside were very unlike things that could be worthy of a weak archon to carry in person, dominoes, wooden, very new, should not have been used by anyone, such things, only liked and played by two kinds of people, one is the nobleman who wants to change his impetuous habits, and the other is the magician, the former is about a few thousand pieces is the limit of mental and physical fitness, but for the latter, it is a bottomless pit, there is no record, Augustine has intermittently successfully placed tens of thousands of pieces when he was a child, but the most time, has not broken through 50,000 pieces, but the first time Gakkamiao appeared in the city of Augs as a relative, Augustine jealously placed 40,000 yuan, and later every time he visited the palace of the Duke of Rotonchild, he would tell the magical idiot in the monastery of Maidaiola in the form of a letter at the end, "This time it's 100,000 yuan" and "this time it's 150,000 yuan".

Inside the gate.

Countless dominoes of the erector! dense scene, like the starry sky overhead.

This is close to all the dominoes in the entire county of Marceau, and the Count of Marseille, who has been too busy making money and gold coins for more than half a year, has to scrape the dominoes for the Grand Consul with a bitter face, and later has to let several manor owners who own forests hire people to make dominoes, which is not a headache, and the most important thing for the Count of Marseille is that His Excellency the Grand Consul also has strict requirements for each domino, the scale and weight must be the same, and the noble city lord of Alpha was almost driven crazy, but when he thought that this ally was the drawer of the Golden Balance Badge, the Count of Marseille can be in a good mood to complete this troublesome task that does not earn even a copper plate.

All that remained before Augustine's eyes was a semi-arc circle, as the entire room was filled with dominoes, leaving him little space.

It's understandable why he was so careful to open the door, and a breeze could have ruined the project.

Augustine pushed the box into the room and placed the dominoes in a kneeling position, each movement was delicate and slow, each placement was precise and patient, sweat fell to the ground drop by drop, Augustine's pale face was expressionless, and his mouth was just silent:

"Article 498611. ”

"Article 498622. ”

......

"Article 499001. ”

When the last dominoes at the bottom of the box were placed at the end of this dense phalanx, Augustine sat in the doorway, sweaty, and there was no room for him to sit down.

Augustine, who sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped his sweat and smiled stupidly.

He remembered almost all the conversations he had with that family magic teacher.

In the past six months, Augustine has spent most of his time reminiscing about his childhood, in addition to placing dominoes and calculating the hourglass of life.

The old man in the twilight will be so tireless in reminiscing.

"Teacher, who are the people who created the prototype of magic in the first place?"

"The ancient smelters, in order to resist the dragon, began to explore the unknown, and finally created a mysterious substance that can harm the body and soul, to control this substance, it requires fixed experience and data, so the principles of magic are recorded in writing, the initial development, are out of the most simple desire of human beings, every line of characters, have penetrated the blood and tears of the pioneers and sages, many smelters, have automatically given their lives, when the dragon is defeated, the "Law of Moses" is formulated , the term magic, has begun to deteriorate, the two hundred volumes and sixty thousand "trajectories" that recorded all the magic props, recipe formulas, and spell rituals were forcibly divided, and the first written movement in the history of magic was declared a failure, like the ancient tower of Babylon, which began to collapse. Later, the Mayan temple collected most of it in a long time, and after the modification of contradictions, the elimination of falsehood and the extraction of key points, there was the current magic system, but in general, in addition to the transcendence of the details of the branches, few people were able to repair and fill in the rotten part of the magic trunk, but the Maya side was still unwilling to take responsibility for this, so many years, only the meaningless deification of magic, regarded as a private taboo. ”

......

"Madam, there are so many magic factions, how many languages do you have to master?"

"Twenty-one official languages, close to a hundred dialects, and six ancient languages that have been lost. ”

......

"Teacher, don't you find it annoying?"

"A great scholar once compared a literati who was incomprehensible to a lonely bird in a cave, saying that this man avoided the world as much as possible, but this cave bird, which was afraid of migration, wanted to figure out where every dust flew in front of him, otherwise it would not be at ease. ”

"Oh, then this man of letters is very much like my father now, because my father said that writing is like a sweeter sleep for him, that is, death, just as no one can pull the dead out of the grave, nor pull him away from his desk, but all stand or hide in the shadows and look at the world. But no, you travel a lot, and even if it's a bird, it's a migratory bird that always likes to migrate. ”

"The Temple of Magic is a tomb. ”

......

"Ma'am, if you start traveling again, will you come back to see me?"

"Not necessarily. But the number of times should be counted on one hand. ”

"You're so irresponsible!"

"Want me to feed me a big bottle of Ulth Viper bile?"

“......”

Finally, Augustine remembered the last conversation with the godfather of the monastery of Maideola, when the godfather had come to the end of his life, leaned over and said some trivial things about paying attention to the warmth and coldness, and then took the hand of the godson and watched the most ordinary sunset together.

"Is the world a book? So what page have I gotten to, teacher?"

Augustine sighed and held out a finger, ready to knock down the first domino.

A cold voice came from behind Augustine: "You are still far from the finale. This book is much thicker than you might think. ”

Augustine didn't turn his head, didn't make a sound.

The man sat beside Augustine, his plain black robe was slightly torn in a rare way, and when she took off her cloak, it was a beautiful and ethereal face, she looked at the dominoes and smiled, "I'm leaving soon, but I have brought you a new friend." ”

A petite figure snuck up to Augustine, glanced at the dominoes, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and swooped out a finger to knock down the entire world of building blocks, and it was too late to stop it.

Augustine turned his head suddenly, and besides her and the black robe, there was also the little bastard.

is very small.

It was a little boy, with curly brown hair, wearing a special white robe that only the shamans were eligible to wear on the temple of the ancestors, but with gold trim, it seemed that his status was very unusual.

The most awkward thing is that this little kid is "decorated" with a strange thing in the shape of a sheep's horn on his forehead. Augustine looked at the world that had been built for more than half a year and was collapsing little by little, angry, slapped the little guy on the head, and scolded angrily: "Itchy hands, you?"

Then what made the kid even more aggrieved was that Augustine immediately turned his head to look at the teacher, shook her hand, and said courteously: "Teacher, are you leaving soon?

She smiled strangely and said, "Augustine, it's okay to have a cup of tea, but let me remind you, this naughty child, named Maga, is from the most famous Megan family in the Muse Continent, and his grandfather's grandfather is the ......"

Before Mrs. finished speaking, the child immediately jumped up with his head in his arms and said angrily: "Wrong, it's the father's father's father's father!"

Isn't this different?

Augustine reached out and wanted to smoke the little idiot who was underpumped.

Madame said softly: "Anyway, I just reasoned with this child's ancestor over there, and he lost, so I will bring this little guy out." ”

The child lost his momentum and muttered, "My ancestor was the Shaman Emperor, the great Duke of Maga Black Sheep! is also reasonable, talking about a fart, it is clearly demolishing the ancestral temple. Females are liars, especially human females!"

Augustine's childhood magic teacher turned his head and glanced lightly at the child.

The child immediately squeezed out a smile, and said with a flattering expression even more than Augustine: "Madam, you are so powerful, even my ancestors have lost, you must be the most powerful demigod in the world, and my admiration for you has exceeded the shaman of the entire continent combined by three times, oh, more than that, twice as much!"

Augustine ignored the little shaman of astonishing mathematical attainment, and stood up, but shook a little, and Madame did not support her, as before, she had made it clear that she was only Augustine's guide in the world, showing a way, and not going to go with it.

In the study, Augustine made her a cup of black tea and gave up the only chair to the teacher. The boy crouched in the corner and drew circles, chanting, "The reason why my ancestors who hurt me the most lost was because there was a horn of destruction that could not be pulled out of the stone of the temple!"

Augustine said bitterly, "You also went to the Muse Continent?"

She took a sip of tea and said softly, "You're only part of the reason, and there are some things that are even trickier." I was going to stay on the Golden Isle for a while, then go to the Badlands, and then to the Muse, because you created a holy descent, and I will clean up the mess for you by the way. ”

Augustine cautiously said three words: "Kamio, Muse, Gate?"

She nodded.

Augustine said to himself, "Any door that is opened is a disaster." Especially the second one, I don't even dare to imagine it now. ”

As Madame drank her tea, she flipped through a copy of Augustine's recently read "The Structure of Burriman's Magic" on her desk, and she was stunned for a moment when she saw a reed leaf bookmark sandwiched between them.

After she took little Megan into Black Swan Lake, she saw Quebec sugar maple and plane plane tree, which seemed to be more normal and elegant with maple leaves and plane leaves as labels.

Augustine laughed at himself, "Get used to it." ”

After drinking tea, Augustine did not take her on a tour of the underworld, but walked out of the castle and into the reeds by the lake, where little Megan was left behind. Augustine walked with his teacher on a path he had guessed, the breeze was blowing, and the reeds seemed to be wailing.

The path was narrow, and Augustine could only follow her, looking at her tattered black robe, which was one of the most shocking images in his life.

His staff of Titan Dragon's Eye was given to Teheza, the elderly astrologer of the Aerial Abbey, and the teacher in front of him was the teacher of the former royal astrologer who claimed to have chased desperately but could only look up all his life.

No wonder Duke Marga the Black Sheep was able to bring Elizabeth almost complete death.

Augustine felt that a character like the teacher standing on the top of Mount Olympia should not have more than ten continents combined.

The lady who walked in front of Augustine, to be precise, the only black emperor and empress in history who overlapped their heads, St. Artemis, turned around and stopped, reached out and touched Augustine's head, and said softly: "I'm sorry for Obsidian. ”

Augustine smiled and shook his head.

She smiled, "Before coming here, I went to a place where I was not welcome, and I asked the girl one question and answered three more questions in three weeks. Then he left, hoping to bring you good luck. ”

St. Artemis departed like this, like she left every landscape she stopped by, and there was no nostalgia for it, but her voice still lingered in Augustine's ears, "The world is a book, but there are people who are an important bookmark for this reader." ”

The teacher is gone.

Augustine, whose life was still passing sharply, sat at the end of the reeds and paths, looking at the sky.

Then I saw a black dot, growing bigger and bigger, too big to imagine.

This year is destined to be a year of great glory for the Holy Empire, and before the triumphant return of Napoleon, the Gospel of the Empire, Miss Gakkami, a genius woman who entered the Mayan Temple, became the youngest recipient of the Raven Badge in Mayan history, which is almost equal to the entire history of magic, because she took the jewel in the crown of magic, "Nibelon-Root Heart", and then, this young lady rode the sacred ice dragon Capella out of the temple without permission and returned to the Holy Empire! Half of the empire trembled with excitement as they saw the human riding atop the dragon's head, and this human was none other than the proud lady of the Holy Empire! When she and the dragon soared over the imperial capital together in the precise predictions of mathematicians, it is said that even His Majesty the Emperor happily picked up the lookout and witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

The Vatican See has already thought of the most appropriate end-of-year prayer: "Lord bless the Empire!"

At this moment, the Capella Ice Dragon, who was a close comrade-in-arms of the Frost Goddess in the age of the gods, fell into the lake with her huge body and set off a huge wave.

The young woman jumped down and threw a small box and stack of drafts to the man, who was so weak that he couldn't stop coughing, and she red-eyed and cried, "Idiot!"