"Are you going to adopt this frost giant?" Augustine changed into a gray robe, holding a staff and looking like a pious priest, but Merlin's memory has always stayed on Adrianople's colorful and fancy dress, and among the young people of the Empire, there is a group of non-mainstream punks who also like to dress like this.

The frost giant, named Fei'er, was apparently a frost giant's toddler, and she habitually put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, with a broad, soft forehead covered with a sparse yellow hair, and a gray-colored vest on her upper body.

"Yes, I bought it from the head of Reims for 50 gold coins. "It was customary among the Goths to trade prisoners as a regular thing, and the slave trade flourished after the war was over.

"No one does not admit that the Frost Giants are the masters of the wasteland, and in that desolate land they live like fish in water. But they are also evil, they are thieves, they are robbers, and there has never been a village that will take in a frost giant!" Augustine said solemnly.

"She's just a child!" Merlin said with a smile, "The Frost Giant will live for 1,000 years, and by the time Michelle's Chapel is in ruins, and your graveyard is overgrown with weeds, she's not yet an adult!"

Although the frost giant was a head taller than an adult man, her actual age was only 30 years old, which meant that she was equivalent to a three-year-old human child.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the Frost Giant burst into tears. She tilted her head to the side, clutching her head and shoulders.

"She won't eat, she won't eat anything!" the orc maid looked at her master with a grudge, this task was too difficult for her, you can't imagine how hard she had worked since yesterday, such a huge frost giant child, as devastating as a three-year-old child.

"Fei'er, why don't you eat?" Merlin crouched down in front of the frost giant, "Look at how delicious this white bread coated with honey is, my saliva is going to flow out." ”

"Fei'er, don't eat your things, you are all bad people. The Frost Giant buried his head between his knees.

"My brother is not a bad person, my brother is the one who saved Fei'er. Merlin stared at the green box on the Frost Giant's body, which was now a red 65, "Look, this grape is so sweet that I want to eat it." Merlin chased away the bees that were flying around the grapes.

"Fei'er, like you, you are a good person. The Frost Giant burst into tears and smiled, took Merlin's grape, and tilted his head behind him again.

"What a benevolent lord, no lord has ever been so gentle with the Frost Giants. Augustine couldn't help but say.

"His Royal Highness Merlin is so loving. Kate chimed in.

"From today onwards, Fei'er is a villager in Ash Furnace Village. Merlin watched Kate's red favorability grow until it was in the triple digits.

In the following time, all the villagers of Ash Furnace Village devoted themselves to watering the beans. Men are responsible for carrying water, women and children and the elderly are responsible for watering. The division of labor and cooperation, everyone's enthusiasm is high, especially the children, while watering, while playing with water, the ground is not as wet as the body.

Augustine also joined in the watering of the beans, volunteering to carry water, but after falling twice while carrying a bucket up the hill, he joined in the watering business. Night soon covered the whole Ashfurnace Mountain, and the Ashfurnace Village finally fell silent, the silver moonlight sprinkled on the grass, the heather bushes on the hillside, the crickets singing softly, and the smell of dinner wafting from the hut not far away, Augustine fell into deep thought.

Five days ago, in the secret chamber of the Abbey of Michel, an old man in a white robe sat by the candlelight of yellow beeswax, his thick, curly gray hair, and his kind eyes shining with wisdom. He flipped through a manuscript, frowning, then shocked, then obsessed. After almost finishing a bag of tobacco, he put down the manuscript in his hand. "Dear Augustine, your manuscript is so wonderful that it makes you feel like you are bathed in light!"

"St. Thomas, admired by all the peoples, yes, this is a very beautiful manuscript, the handiwork of His Highness Merlin. Augustine's eyes were full of admiration, and the old man's room in front of him was the soul of the Arian school and the guide of Augustine's practice in the monastery.

"Is it the one whom the King of Cyrite does not like?" said St. Thomas, turning the manuscript to the first page of the beginning, "Augustine, your copy has tarnished such a perfect copy." ”

"Yes, my Holy Father, having Augustine transcribe these tadpole texts is like making a horse dance beautifully, and my steed is only fit to run wild in the wilderness. Augustine's face flushed.

St. Thomas shook his head and stopped talking, and he focused his attention on the manuscript again. The tadpole texts written by Merlin make graceful arcs on the parchment, one by one full of poetry and philosophy, and St. Thomas shows an obsessive look.

"Forgive the greed of a lamb, O my holy father!" St. Thomas closed the manuscript with pain, "it must be a miracle of the Holy Father, and there is no other possibility." ”

"Yes, it's no secret that Stirico doesn't like his beautiful halls throughout Selys, and in the bedchamber of His Highness Merlin, the intrigue accompanies the smell of belladonna. But the young boy survived. He is now the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain. One of the youngest barons in the Holy Roman Empire. Augustine said.

"What a tragedy in the sun," St. Thomas sighed, his kind eyes glinting in the candlelight, "he should have had an enviable life, he should have been an example to the young people of the entire Holy Empire, but now he has to decay with the dust of the countryside." Do you know why Stirico doesn't like his eldest son?"

"His Highness Merlin's talent is too poor, even His Highness Varins has awakened the Mind Beast, but he is still an ordinary human!"

St. Thomas shook his head, "The King of Cyris doesn't have to be a transcendent knight!"

When Augustine asked again, St. Thomas still refused to say more. He sighed again and again, "His Highness Merlin is not allowed to go to the Sacred City, because it is a fallen city. ”