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Standing quietly behind Diana to listen to this conversation that would surely shock the entire empire once it was leaked, Miss Lucia secretly sighed, it was indeed emotion rather than mockery, and even Lucia herself was puzzled why she did not gloat but sighed, could it be that the overflow of sympathy flared up again, and once again damn sympathy, this mean bastard? Is it a feeling that in some way, this bastard is in the hands of others as fate as she is? Definitely not, Lucia quietly raised her lips, as this bastard said, she is just a high-class plaything, but she is a nobleman of noble blood, how can she be worthy to be compared to him? She also sighed for Anna at this time, feeling that Anna was as good as ever, and also feeling the huge amount of information contained in this not obscure conversation, but in any case, if nothing else, this mean bastard could only face the situation of being manipulated, and he could only follow Anna's thinking all the way down, whether to live on knees or die standing up, it was up to him to decide.

It's pathetic.

Unconsciously unable to fully contain her sympathy, Lucia looked at the stone bed, as if trying to capture the despair that the bastard should have, but as soon as her eyes fell on him, she saw that in this oppressive atmosphere of unfinished words, he actually struggled to get up from the stone bed.

Are you leaving?

It was also unexpected that Queen Diana, who had been calm from beginning to end, but this thought was only fleeting, she felt that this little guy was just bluffing, and she just wanted to fight back powerlessly through this silent way, because after all, he was the actual helmsman of the Alfred family, and it was impossible for him not to wonder how the exiled Alfred family in the wasteland could keep in touch with her, the chief secretary of state of the empire, and even more impossible not to know why the powerful hermitage would kill him Alfred, not to mention that either of them had the ability to bury Alfred easily, and he could not leave so easily。

But to her surprise, Augustus really planned to leave.

As an ant, he has no right to express his opinion, and he can't shake the huge body of the elephant, but he can't escape the ending of being crushed by the elephant left and right, Augustus, the ant, can at least choose his way of death, so he ignored Diana in front of him, Augustus sat up with difficulty and then lowered his head and put his broken little leather boots on his feet, and then he stood up, for a moment it may have been too much blood loss, or it may be because he has been lying down for too long, he felt dizzy, and then gasped for a moment, and when he finally stood firm, he casually picked up the stone bed that Lucia had prepared for him before and draped it on his body, and walked towards the door without any hesitation。

In this process, Augustus also admitted that he was indeed wondering if his father had private contact with the chief secretary of state of the empire in this room, and he also admitted that he really wanted to know why he was secretly in contact with this high-ranking secretary of state in his father's capacity, but after thinking about it, Augustus really did not have the desire to find an answer to figure out the whole thing, he was not stupid, and it was easy to see from the attitude of the secretary of state to test him that once he asked, then in the future, whether it was in the wasteland or the imperial capital, everything he did needed to be approved by this Queen Diana, at that time, his fateThe fate of Alfred was completely in the hands of the secretary of state, although in exchange for the secretary of state should have provided him with the necessary asylum, but that was not what Augustus wanted.

In the two options of standing and kneeling, Augustus' paranoia itself is incomprehensible.

He walked to the door.

Diana, who was sitting in front of the stone bed behind her, her eyes were still on the stone bed with her back to Augustus, and finally couldn't help but speak, her tone was still flat, and she couldn't hear whether it was a joke or a doubt: "Don't you really want to know why your father came to the imperial capital back then?"

Augustus paused and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't look back, his eyes were on the wooden door in front of him, and the corners of his lips outlined a self-deprecating arc: "Think, why don't you want to?" But even if you don't say it, I can think of it that since you, the chief secretary of state, are willing to put aside your identity to secretly contact a criminal in the wasteland, the conspiracy must be extraordinary; I am not my father after all, I am naturally timid, and I am a little self-aware that I almost died in your little test, so I dare not participate in what you are plotting, since I can't afford to provoke it, I will avoid the head office, right? So one thing I hope you can understand is that I am not my father, and now that Alfred is at the helm of me, he will no longer be the Alfred of the past, and no matter why my father came to the imperial capital to see you, it has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with Alfred in the future. ”

For the first time, Diana's expression changed.

She frowned slightly.

It really didn't mean that this young Alfred at the helm could be so single, in her position, which kind of nobles of the empire, large and small, she had never seen or understood? It can be said that whether it was proud, conceited, stupid, cowardly, treacherous, she never felt that there was anyone who was really completely unable to master, but what about this little guy in front of her? There is a strategy in the political arena called retreat as advance, so is this little guy's strategy at this time purely retreating for retreat? It's really difficult to do, how can a wise person like Alfred have such an unprincipled and bottomless heir?

She furrowed her brows, turned around, looked at Augustus's back, and sneered, "Hide, can you hide? Even if I don't say what role the monastic plays in my relationship with your father, do you think that even if you ignore these things of Alfred, the monastic will let you go, Alfred?"

Augustus still didn't turn around: "So I won't leave the wasteland easily, I won't try to come to the imperial capital again until I'm strong enough, as long as I don't leave the wasteland, I don't feel the need for me to be afraid of the hermitage, you may not know very well, I am from the wasteland, I belong to the wasteland, and the wasteland also belongs to me." ”

"Truly the ignorant are fearless. Queen Diana mocked.

"Probably, but so what? Even if I really underestimated the Hermitage and overestimated my abilities, what if I was completely buried by the Hermit in the wasteland?"

Augustus suddenly turned around and faced Diana, who was graceful and luxurious, with an indifferent expression, and he narrowed his eyes deeply: "The important thing is that this is my choice, even if it is death, it is also my decision, I can't change the world or change the environment around me, and I can't stop the hermit and your attitude, but at least I can let you know that no one can point the finger at my fate, not even God." ”

Is this paranoia? or hysterical madness?

Diana was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that she saw the shadow of his father in this child, the same stubbornness and the same ego, she really wanted to tell him about this whole thing, including many secrets of Alfred and everything between her and his father, because in this way, he would probably change his mind and stop and listen to her, didn't his father also flatly refuse at first, and then changed his mind when he knew that he was silent behind the scenes? But she still didn't, not afraid that he would end up being attacked because of these inside stories like his father, the key was that since his father's death had proved that no matter how secretive they were, those people could always find clues and find the source and eventually kill Alfred, then why couldn't she change the way? Isn't it also a strategy to let this kid take root in the wasteland without knowing anything?

She was silent and didn't speak again.

Augustus did not hesitate any longer, and walked to the door again.

He reached out and pulled the door.

Diana, who was silent for a moment, suddenly said again: "By the way, there are some things that you don't know in a coma these days, your sister, that is, Elizabeth, thought that it was your enemy in the imperial capital who attacked you that night, so three days ago she and your old butler went to the Stanford area to find your whereabouts, the process was very unpeaceful, it is said that at least 30 knights died in the Stanford area that day, not including the swordsmen." After a pause, she may also be aware of Augustus's instantaneous stiffness, she was not bored and waited for Augustus to be anxious, and quickly continued: "Of course, you don't have to worry, Elizabeth and your old butler have nothing to do, it was Constantine's children who arrived in time, but this does not mean that the matter is over, you should know how much the Stanford guys cherish their insignificant pride and glory, and the hatred generated by blood can only be ended by blood after all." ”

"That is to say, if you stay here and stay in the Whip of God, you will be safe, and if you get out of the Whip of God, you will lose my protection, and you will face the hatred and wrath of the entire Imperial Capital, oh yes, and the Inquisition of the Holy See, they are all waiting for you to return. ”

Augustus went from nervous to relaxed, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief that as long as Elizabeth was okay, it didn't matter.

He turned around, his right hand clenched into a fist on his chest, an elegant aristocratic salute, and he could even smile brightly: "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Then he stepped out the door, and out of the abandoned abbey under the patronage of Queen Diana, seemingly unconcerned about the world that awaited him outside.

This was clearly something that Diana expected, and she was not surprised.

But Miss Lucia on the side couldn't figure it out, knowing that it was death, should she still die so senselessly? Even if she was unwilling to stay, even if she was unwilling to compromise with Anna, wouldn't it be better to stay in the monastery for a few more days to heal her injuries and then leave? Could this be the so-called pride of this mean bastard?

Lucia looked in the direction the bastard had left with a complicated look in her eyes, and suddenly remembered a quote from the 'Faust Poems'.

"Desperate recklessness is a man's romance. (To be continued.) )