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Sophia finally couldn't say something similar to you leaving quickly, she knew Augustus, of course she also knew Augustus's unreasonable stubbornness, and then when she finally calmed down, facing Augustus's pale face, she hesitated and asked suspiciously, how did you get in? Even if the people in the living room downstairs didn't see it, Violet's defense wouldn't be so lax, right? Augustus smiled and shook his head, and pointed to the storage room next to Sophia's room inscrutablely, saying that he climbed up along the bluestone wall from behind, Sophia was even more confused, there were no patrolling guards? Augustus thought about the two guards who had been lost to another world in his 'mind interference', but his face was full of strangeness and surprise, and it seemed to be very incomprehensible, Of course there is, but didn't Albert tell you? Now that I am walking on the path of a real knight, I am definitely amazingly powerful, and flying cornices and walls is the basic skill.

Sophia's delicate little face was shocked, really?

Augustus nodded as a matter of course, of course it was false.

almost made a very unladylike move, compared to Sophia's indifference and arrogance in front of the people, at this time, if her expression was seen by the young masters of the imperial capital, I am afraid that it would cause a large-scale tearful and crazy picture.

So she didn't even notice it, and the worries and gloom hidden in her heart were much less.

Augustus no longer laughed at the girl holding his arm, his eyes slid over the ivory necklace around the girl's neck, he was ashamed for a while, wondering if Sophia knew that the necklace was just a gift for Queen Terina's pink hairpin, and that a single piece of gold was useless, would she turn around gorgeously and completely lose her reserved elegance and her lady?

Augustus asked quietly, "By the way, what about the cross necklace you wore when you were in the wasteland?"

Sophia wondered how she took out a silver cross necklace from her pocket, and although she didn't know why Augustus suddenly mentioned it, she hesitated for a moment, but she quickly explained: "This is a custom-made necklace for Mass, remember the monastery of Nodunpai Chilla?

"Just ask. Augustus still smiled.

But Sophia didn't notice, and his hand hanging to the side clenched slightly.

In his pocket, too, lay an identical silver cross necklace, which he had taken off from the neck of the Messiah, the female night watchman who had been chasing him to death, when he was on the run, and in fact it was precisely because the necklace was so familiar that he gave up the best time to cut the Messiah's throat, otherwise how could he be so merciful as to easily spare a man who almost killed him?

"Let's go down. ”

Seeing that Sophia was suspicious, Augustus quickly changed the topic, and sure enough, at the mention of this, Sophia hesitated and worried again, and finally said, "Don't you go to see Elizabeth?"

Augustus looked at Sophia's room, did not ask the question directly, and smiled: "As a host, it is very rude to make guests wait for a long time. ”

After he finished speaking, he made a very gentlemanly 'please' gesture with one hand.

Sophia could no longer refuse.

They walked down the stairs to the downstairs living room.

The steps are light.

However, for the guests in the living room, who were originally focused on the upper floors, on Her Royal Highness Princess Constantine, this sound was enough for them to notice that someone had come down, and all of them gave up talking and waiting quite tacitly, and looked up at the circular staircase, and in an instant, the living room, which was still mixed with laughter at first, was suddenly quiet, silent, and even could clearly hear the subconscious heavy breathing of many people.

Surprised, shocked, hateful, playful, jealous, expectant, gloating.

And so on and so forth, almost as soon as they raised their heads, they gathered on the young man beside Princess Constantine.

No one could have imagined that he would appear at this time, and no one could have imagined that he would appear from there.

Augustus, a lowly sinner, almost all of an instant, took the place of the real protagonist next to him and became the focus of the entire living room.

But Augustus didn't seem to notice the strange silence at all.

He even looked at Sophia holding his arm, and couldn't help laughing at himself when he remembered a sentence very absurdly.

It is said that the man held by a woman is her most expensive ornament.

So isn't his jewelry too cheap and too humble?

......

The first to react was undoubtedly the Stanford adults on the right side of the living room, and before Augustus and Sophia walked down the stairs, Count Clark and Count Castilla were talking to Frodo— Constantine spoke softly, and both sides never mentioned to each other that the Knights of Constantine's heavy armor crushed Stanford a few days ago, as if that matter had nothing to do with Frodo, and then waited until Augustus walked down the stairs and appeared in the living room, Count Clark said to Frodo beside him, ignoring the meaning of Frodo's look at his little princess, he and Castile and the others walked straight to Augustus.

The sturdy body and cold expression easily brought a strong sense of oppression.

Augustus didn't even have a chance to see who was in the living room, nor did he have a chance to look at Frodo, Clark and the others had already appeared in front of him.

The disparity in height was indeed huge, and Clark looked down on this lowly sin who had made one of his heirs an idiot, and the dignity of another heir had been trampled on in public, so that it was now easy for him to even leave the mansion, he indifferently pointed at the huge giant sword he had inserted in the door of the living room, gritted his teeth, and said: "Give you a chance, cut off your head and let me take it, and I won't let your Alfred become a pitiful joke." ”

Augustus smiled.

Without leaving a trace, he pulled out Sophia's arm, he looked up at the rugged-looking middle-aged man, his eyes slid over the snake body and dragon head pattern badge on his chest, knowing the latter's identity, he pretended to look left and right as if he was looking for someone, and then, clearly revealing the scar, he smiled: "Why didn't you see Master George-Clark, because the scars on his face didn't have a face? No, it's not a little white face, and he doesn't take the route of eating by his face, what is there to scruple about? Do you say that's the truth, Lord Earl?"

Clark was unmoved, no matter how impulsive he was, it would be ridiculous if he was easily provoked by this lowly sinner.

He said indifferently, "Don't try to test my patience. ”

Augustus retracted his smile, and in a quiet environment, he said expressionlessly: "I can see that you really don't have much patience, but Earl, are you sure you don't wait anymore, maybe you don't know too well, you are not the only one who wants my head, wait a little longer, wouldn't it be more sure to have more friends?" After a pause, he noticed a subtle but steady footstep slowly walking behind him and stopping on the left side, and he said calmly: "Besides, are you sure that you are absolutely sure to cut off my head at this time?"

Behind him, of course, can only be his old butler, old Vernon.

In fact, at the moment when old Vernon quietly appeared in this living room, almost more than eighty percent of the nobles and adults focused on this old man who had a strong sense of presence in the recent period, and they all knew the bloody tragedy of Stanford that day, and they all knew how powerful and terrible this old man from the wasteland was, so although old Vernon was very light, but in the process of his slow walking, no one could be completely calm, especially these people who had deeply experienced the Stanford tragedy that day opposite Augustus, and it was difficult for Earl Clark and Castile and others to take their eyes off。

But since they knew that this old man must be there, how could they come without any preparation?

Clark sneered.

Before she could speak, Sophia, who had been quiet beside Augustus, suddenly spoke, and she frowned, "Earl, are you sure you want to settle your personal affairs at my coming-of-age ceremony?" ”

Declare war.

The living room was in an uproar.

Although most of the imperial capital knew that it was an open secret that Her Royal Highness Princess Constantine liked this lowly sinner, it was still shocking to pull the entire Constantine to stand behind this lowly sinner.

But the question is, even if she is the princess of Constantine, why is she?

You know, in this living room sat Constantine's real first in line to the throne, who was also her father.

Augustus noticed that the corner of Clark's eyes seemed to glance at the location where he was walking, and then, from there, a mellow middle-aged man's voice soon came, the voice was very feminine, gentle but not to be refused, he said: "Sophia, don't meddle in Count Clark's private affairs, I believe that the count will not affect your coming-of-age ceremony." ”

Sophia's face suddenly turned gloomy, but she didn't pay attention to it at all.

"It seems that before they came down, the Stanford adults had already reached some kind of implicit agreement with Froda. ”

Thinking of this, Augustus looked at the first in line to the throne of Constantine, who was sitting there.

The first feeling, on the surface, the elegant and bookish middle-aged man is indeed difficult to make people feel bad, if it weren't for Augustus knowing the shady things of the Constantine family, he really found it hard to believe that such a man actually had a dirty heart, he looked at him, he was also smiling at him, but although Frodo's eyes were on Augustus, Augustus could still clearly see from his eyes, he couldn't see him at all, or rather, he saw him and ignored him.

That's the distance.

......

Count Clark did not speak again.

But it is not the so-called jealousy, but because in this situation of confrontation at the beginning, there was a clear sound of footsteps from outside the manor, accompanied by footsteps, a young man in a dark red embroidered gold robe walked into the living room, his steps were not big, but every time he raised his foot, the steps under his feet could always match the shaking of the long sword at his waist, and the blonde hair tied behind his head constituted a wonderful sense of rhythm, as if he naturally had a cohesion, attraction, where he walked, there was only him.

And it's certainly not just because of his last name. (To be continued.) )