St. Thomas took out an ancient book with a red cover and rubbed it with reluctance, as if oblivious to the fanaticism on Augustine's face. "Dear Augustine, there is a mission, a very important one!"

"Give her to me?" Augustine couldn't help but be ecstatic.

"I'm just handing it over to you for safekeeping, do you understand?" Augustine closed his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth and struggled violently in his heart, "Go, go to Ashfurnace Mountain, and copy this scripture again!"

"You mean St. Thomas wants me to copy this book all over again?" Merlin frowned and flipped through the tome of the red cover, the dull yellow smooth pages of unknown material, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance. "What's in it for me?"

"Your Highness, you can't do this, is the friendship of the Arius Academy worthless in your eyes?" said Augustine.

"I'm not a believer in Arius, I'm the lord of Ashburn Mountain, I'm too busy to copy this book for you, what is this?"

"The Book of Doomsday, the name of this book is the Book of Doomsday!" Augustine exclaimed.

"I don't care about the Book of the Last Judgment or the Book of the Gods, I have no interest in any of that. Merlin closed the red-covered Doomsday book in disgust, then pushed it out of front of him, "I'm not interested in copying these tadpole texts at all. You look for someone else, St. Thomas's request must be of interest to many people. ”

Augustine was a little embarrassed, and there were very few tadpole literati who knew Atlantis, let alone someone like Merlin who copied beautiful words. In the Holy Roman Empire, the literate people were basically the aristocracy, but most of the nobles only knew the common language of the continent, and the only words like tadpole script were the upper echelons of the church and some secret monks. Merlin's tadpole Wen Adrianople's Greek slave Lady Marian taught.

Many of the leaders of the northern barbarians liked to buy such slaves, they had good births, and they were well educated, and such slaves could definitely be sold for a very high price in the Holy Roman Empire. Marion was also proficient in ancient court etiquette, which was the envy of the other Gothic lords. However, in the past half a year or so, Marian has been following Varins, it seems that Stirico has already had a plan, Merlin's fate has long been decided, Valins will go to the Holy City to enjoy the prosperity, and Merlin will go to a poor country like Ashfurnace Mountain.

Merlin didn't really resist copying the scriptures, but when he thought about these priests and what the elders were doing in the Ashfurnace Mountain Territory, he felt like a big stone had been pressed on his heart.

"This is Ashfurnace Mountain, why do you guys come here to point fingers!" Merlin said without a clue, leaving Augustine with a surprised look on his face, and then left angrily.

Augustine, of course, didn't know Merlin's thoughts, and he also knew that Merlin wouldn't agree to him so easily, "As long as I can complete the transcription of the Last Judgment, St. Thomas will definitely reward me, so that the gray robe on my body can almost be replaced by a white robe." The Elder of the Arius School thought happily as he returned to his lodgings in Ashfurnace Village.

The next day, just as it was dawn, Merlin was woken up by a cacophony of noises. The body of a young man is a snooze, and the cool summer morning is a time when he is reluctant to get out of bed. If it was Adrianople, Merlin would have covered his head and continued to sleep, but not in Ashhearth Mountain. He's the lord here, and it's his territory.

"What's going on?" Merlin yawned and got up, fumbled for a coat, and went out to stop a hurried Ashfurnace Mountain villager.

"Your Highness, it's not good, the beans have been stolen!" the villager said in a panic.

The ground where the beans were planted was halfway up the Ash Furnace Mountain, not far from the villagers' settlement in the Ash Furnace Mountain, and when Merlin climbed the hillside to the Kidney Bean Field, which had been watered last night, there were already many villagers in the Ash Furnace Mountain. Lance and a few slaves were inspecting the fields, while Bill was patrolling the fields.

It was as if the bean field had been ravaged by some giant beast, and most of the beans that were still standing yesterday were lying on the ground. The ridges were littered with peeled bean husks and leftover crumbs.

Bill leaned down and took advantage of the morning light to peel off the weeds on the ridges, and found a not-so-clear footprint in the heather, and in front of his eyes appeared a stinking animal, with two long fangs, walking silently, "The smell of dragon's blood here." Bill muttered.

"Those bastards are here again!" Lance looked at the tall woods not far away, and although some light could be faintly seen in the bean field, it was still pitch black in the old woods, and there was no movement inside.

"Is the kobold here again?"

"Yes, just look inside the bean field, except for those stench mongrels all over their bodies, who will destroy all the crops that can't be taken away!"

The news of the kobold's attack spread throughout Ashfurnace Mountain after breakfast. Even the birds in the trees seem to be a little different from yesterday.

Merlin went to the pine hillside as usual to make up for the hundred times that he had delayed this morning, this is a habit he developed when he was the director of women's affairs in the empire, if he has already determined something, he must do it, sometimes people slack off when they find all kinds of reasons for themselves, this Merlin knows very well, if he doesn't practice today because of the kobold's affairs, tomorrow there will be other reasons.

By the time Merlin had come down the hillside in a sweat after practicing a hundred times, his breakfast had been warmed three times by the orc maid.

"Kate, how much do you know about kobolds?" asked Merlin, nibbling on verdant kale. Early morning is the best time for aerobic exercise, half an hour of exercise can be a good way to improve all kinds of discomfort in the body, and now Merlin talks about kobolds, and the previous boredom has disappeared.

"Your Highness, I heard that kobolds live in the Great Wasteland, I don't know why they came to Ashfurnace Mountain, it is said that of all species, kobolds are the most unwelcome guests, the frost giants hate them, and they honestly steal the frost giants' grazing livestock. The orc maid turned her eyes to the frost giant standing aside.

"Kobolds are all thieves, they love to steal Phil's little pigs, they are all badasses. "The young Frost Giant stood a head taller than Kate by her side, a naturally strong race like her, who knew all too well about the animals of the wasteland.