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There is a statue of a woman erected in the central square of Ferry City, with her upper body half-naked, and her lower body wearing a skirt and bending her knees to do a posture similar to the mainstream of today's ladies, but it is somewhat different from the standard skirt lifting action, the skirt depicted by the statue seems to be carried too high, and the lower body of the woman is almost completely exposed, which seems to be contrary to the mainstream of today's empire from both an artistic and a practical point of view. However, it is such an unpopular statue that not only stands in the central square of Ferry City for a long time, but also almost every governor of Noi Province will personally send someone to guard it, as for the reason is actually very simple, in fact, the posture made by the female statue is the most popular skirt ceremony in the Duchy of Noi before it was annexed by the Holy Empire, and at that time, the women of the Duchy of Noi had to bow as soon as they saw a noble adult.

What is the meaning of such an insulting to women and really eye-catching to men is not important at this time.

The important thing is that since such a statue was erected in Ferry City, the central square has gradually become the most lively area in Ferry City, first there is a group of down-and-out men who claim to admire the art of the old times gathered around the statue every day, and then the widow who died her husband and the gold in her hand cannot replace a certain unique organ of men rushed to hear the news, in the end, there is a group of good-looking and talented artists, and finally those rich, idle and brainy nouveau riche, The little white face unsurprisingly followed the big-ass widow to swarm in, so a virtuous circle, and the central square of Ferry has completely become the most famous and prosperous square in Ferry City and even the entire province of Noe.

From one end of the square to the other end of the square, a short stretch of road, Augustus' carriage squeezed for 10 minutes, which shows the difficulty of this road.

Finally appearing at the tavern appointed by the Bishop of Mass, Augustus got out of the car and ignored the various glances of the crowd around him on his wheelchair, but just glanced sideways at the tavern engraved ' Rockefeller's mosquito', he didn't delve into whether this tavern with an interesting name had anything to do with Bishop Mass, and let old Vernon push the wheelchair into the tavern, and then Katieeni said a word to the attendant who greeted him, and the four of them walked towards the stairs, old Vernon was responsible for carrying the wheelchair, and Katieeni carried Augustus on his back and walked all the way to the third floor, quiet and embarrassed.

When he arrived at the room agreed upon by the Bishop of the Mass, Augustus tidied up the four-layer snow-white collar around his neck and motioned for Elizabeth to knock on the door.

Augustus saw at a glance a middle-aged man in a crimson robe, standing in front of the window of his room, looking out of the square below.

Before he could speak, the middle-aged man turned around as he entered the door, looked at him a few times, and finally put his eyes on the wheelchair under him, and said calmly: "Please forgive me for choosing a location that doesn't seem to be suitable." ”

It seems to explain that if he knew that Augustus had difficulty walking, he would not have chosen the 3rd floor?

is also a perfunctory attitude, the perfunctory feeling of the Marquis of Sauron and the perfunctory feeling of the young and arrogant sun of the Holy See to Augustus is indeed different, Augustus does not rule out that this has a psychological effect, but at the same time he must admit that this is the personality charm of the Bishop of Mass, Augustus, who successfully mixed in the inner circle of a listed company in his previous life, naturally knows very well that the seemingly vain thing of personality charm does exist.

"In ancient times, when a dragon soaring through the sky accidentally stepped on a person when it landed, the dragon might have felt that it was not suitable," he said. ”

Is this a comparison of himself to a human who finally drove out the dragon?

Isn't the Bishop of Mass the dragon he called a dragon?

The middle-aged man smiled, but didn't say anything more, turned around and looked at Ferry's central square again.

Obviously not enthusiastic.

Augustus, who didn't care about it, looked at the young woman sitting at the small round table in the room, and felt amazing at first glance, especially in a snow-white knitted dress, her expression was cold, which made Augustus feel as if he had seen a white orchid in full bloom, beautiful and arrogant and not to be blasphemed. He smiled at the latter, but the young woman did not seem to see him at all, but only fixed her eyes on Elizabeth, and her eyes showed appreciation.

At this time, Elizabeth was completely the little Count of Alfred, who was responsible for all things Alfred for 3 months.

She knew exactly when she could rely on Augustus unreservedly, and when she had to rely on herself.

Elizabeth smiled reservedly, gave a beautiful dress, and did not speak.

The young woman was still sitting, still cold.

Equally not enthusiastic enough.

......

"You won't feel uncomfortable calling you Augustus, will you?"

The middle-aged man who did not look back finally broke the slightly dull atmosphere, and without waiting for Augustus to speak, he continued: "I like to stand here and look at the crowd in the square, but of course it can't be the so-called feeling of overlooking the earth, just purely like the crowd here, because it makes me, who have long given everything to the Lord, feel that I am still in the mortal world, although my heart has returned to the Lord's arms. ”

Augustus spoke slowly, and his slow pace of speech meant that he was cautious: "Faust has this verse that I like very much: You want to be exalted, so look up to the high, and I am exalted, pretending to look down, who among you can laugh and be exalted?"

Bishop Mass finally turned around, and he looked at Augustus with a smirk: "Are you sure this is Faust's poetry?"

Augustus did not hesitate and simply nodded.

He actually doesn't like this feeling very much, because even if the middle-aged man looks peaceful and doesn't have any arrogant posture, but when he looks at this middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a completely ordinary religious robe in his religious robes, he will always subconsciously feel awe, and have a feeling of looking up, especially the bright eyes of the other party, Augustus always feels that he seems to be able to see through everything about him, including his soul.

Augustus couldn't explain this feeling, it was just a feeling.

"Okay. Bishop Mass, who had a good personal relationship with Faust's heretical man, uncharacteristically failed to debunk Augustus's immature lie, and continued: "Then let's not waste any time, and declare that I do not like aristocratic and lengthy and hypocritical conversations, although sadly I seem to have a noble status myself." ”

Augustus had no reason to refuse, and it would be puzzling if the conversation between the superior and the inferior still needed to be subtle and hypocritical.

"I'm going to show you some information first, all about the period from your awakening until you attended the Council of Sauron and then appeared in the Empire. Mass motioned to the cold-looking woman to push the information about Augustus on the small round table in front of Augustus, and then said: "I must be emotional, Augustus, if it weren't for the fact that I knew very well that you were really only 17 years old, then I'm afraid it would be hard for me to believe that this series of things came from you, and not from a wise or cunning old nobleman." ”

"Can I interpret this as an appreciation for me?" said Augustus calmly.

"Of course. Mass slowly walked to the round table, but did not sit down, he looked at the information on the round table that Augustus did not flip through, and said: "From the time you woke up to the first time you appeared at the Sauron Conference, there is no doubt about it, you are the only male heir of Alfred after all, but I am a little puzzled, since you successfully provoked Christopher's support for you in the meeting, and unexpectedly received an olive branch from Donald, then why did you choose to refuse?" Don't tell me it's to pave the way for your future revenge for Alfred's attack, whether you can survive is still a huge suspense after all. ”

Augustus was not surprised that Mass was able to grasp everything about him.

This is not to say that Mass's intelligence ability is far more powerful than that of Alfred's Baron Obilla, but the identity is there, and the strength is really disparity, and it is not comparable at all.

He said expressionlessly: "It's very simple, I don't have the habit of pinning my fate on others. ”

Mass smiled: "But the problem is that according to your plan, your fate seems to be pinned on me. ”

"No, my fate has never been in my hands, as for you, I just look forward to cooperating with you, not putting my fate in your hands, you have at most a choice to change my fate. ”

This is probably stubborn pride.

Mass thought for a moment, although he didn't know whether Augustus's words were just a toughness in his mouth, or if he really had other plans, but he obviously didn't attach much importance to this, he opened the book and turned directly to the last page: "Then the last question remains, Augustus, what is your intention in that last request, that is, that all the civilians of the wasteland will pass through your Alfred's territory?" Is it just to attract the attention of the nobles of the wasteland and let them know that there is a connection between you and me?"

"Yes. Augustus glanced at the page and said, "Since I tried to ask the Holy See to intervene in this Lich invasion, then of course I have reason to let the Holy See know that I came to ask the Holy See to intervene not only on behalf of me, Alfred, but also all the families in the wasteland, after all, they are all watching, so from this point of view, I am using the influence of all the families in the wasteland." ”

That's a reasonable explanation. ”

Mass suddenly pressed his hand on the page, stared at Augustus' eyes, and said indifferently: "But it shouldn't be exactly like this, right? Augustus, do you want to listen to my analysis?"

Augustus fell silent suddenly, his eyes squinting at the Mass, and for a moment a palpitating emotional color flashed.

It's just that Mass, of course, ignores his so-called sudden change.

Without warning, Augustus turned his head and looked at Elizabeth, his usual gentle smile on his face again, and said, "Elizabeth, don't you mind going down to find boiling water for your brother? ”

Elizabeth was stunned, not knowing at all when Augustus had this habit, but of course she would not refuse.

She turned to leave the room, and Augustus motioned for Katieani to go out with her.

Always watching Augustus's sudden reaction to Mass thoughtfully, he didn't mind the insinuation in Augustus's words at all, and was about to expose his last devilish face, didn't he allow this poor boy who no longer had any secrets in front of his eyes to take revenge with his little words?

"It seems that you really value your sister, don't you want her to know your cruelty and viciousness?"

Augustus ignored the caustic ridicule of the Bishop of the Mass, and when he turned around again, he just said calmly: "Let me listen to your analysis. ”

Mass sighed, really stubborn, his bright eyes suddenly flashed with deep hatred, said: "If I am not mistaken, then to win all the civilian retreat routes to your territory, your intention is that when the Lich invades, once Alfred has no ability to resist, then you will use the last strength in your hands to drive all the civilians under the Lich's butcher's knife, and you will watch the civilians struggle and cry in the tide of the Lich, Death, just to give Alfred a chance to survive - you may wait for the Lich to get tired of killing, and then leave the wasteland on your own initiative, or you may take advantage of the Lich's slaughter of civilians, take your sister, and take your Alfred to a distant land that no one knows. ”

"Is that so? poor, oh no, pathetic little devil. ”

"That's pretty much it, but I have to correct it, some of the details you're still guessing wrong. It is hard to imagine that even at this time, Augustus will still be able to maintain his calm, he said: "I will not push all the civilians under the butcher's knife of the lich at the first time, I will first take all the old and weak, sick and disabled, and then force the civilians who can afford to carry weapons to the battlefield, if luck delays enough time, then the rest of the people will naturally not have to die, but if there is not enough time, what you say is my last plan." ”

How cold-blooded does this have to be to say such a thing?

Mass could no longer hide his hatred, he sighed deeply, and said, "Do you know, Augustus, that you deserve to be thrown into the darkest and dirtiest abyss of hell, and don't you fear that you will have to live in hell from now on?"

"Hell?"

Augustus spread his hands and looked down at his white, completely bloodless hands, and he was silent.

Then he muttered in a low voice, "Lord Bishop, can you let me crawl out of this hell before I can go to the next hell before I can breathe?"