The Chief Secretary of State, who asked His Majesty the Emperor for one year, returned to the Academic Affairs Department early, frustrated many of the Academic Affairs Department conservatives who had better take a vacation for ten or decades. The tall woman sat behind the desk and finally had time to repair the slightly broken frame, which could damage the dragon bones. It was definitely not as simple as falling. A vase was placed on the desk and a bouquet of flowers that were destined to be found elsewhere in the Academic Affairs Department. The notary Haishiz, who was standing in the office to report his work, couldn't help but look at it more.

A few glances, but this did not prevent her from dictating the summary of the affairs of the Academic Affairs Council in the past six months. She confirmed that it was a bouquet of purple flowers that fell into the dust of the imperial history. In the Holy Empire, the nobles knew about purple flowers because of the Luotong Child family. Common people knew that it was because this kind of flowers like to grow in barren soil with harsh environments. As long as a seed was sown, even the narrow cracks of the rocks could bloom green buds. If planted in a greenhouse flower bed, it would not be bright, so the noble gardens did not accept purple flowers.

The intellectual and beautiful Miss Hashiz comes from a middle-class family in the imperial capital. With good education and excellent knowledge, she entered the imperial staff organization and was eventually noticed by the Chief Secretary of State and became a middle-level bureaucrat of the Academic Affairs Office. She had a low position and was only the eighth-level salary, but she was a close attendant of the Secretary of State without any suspense. The Holy Empire is not like the Porcher Dynasty and the Western Continent. The court officials in the palace did not gain too much power and could never get a significant voice from His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, the Academic Affairs Office became the best springboard for the young elites in Jupiter City to dream of, and it has become the first choice for the heirs of small and medium-sized families in the imperial capital.

Queen Gosher slowly put on her glasses, and her temperament became a little stronger in an instant. On the battlefield, she would not wear this pair of dragon skeleton glasses. In the Battle of Titan Apps Harbor, she was shaken out of a crack by the man's reckless hammer. However, for such a small episode, the Chief Secretary of State was unwilling to be petty. She raised her head and asked, "Haishz, have you finished watching "The Blind Eyes"?"

The notary who was nicknamed "Little Secretary of State" in the Academic Affairs Department and thus had many suitors smiled and said, "I have watched it for the third time."

Queen Gosher rarely asked some private questions during her heavy work, which shows that Heisz, who was clean and diligent, gave some exceptions and asked: "The travel diary of the Grand Priest Napoleon, "A Reed of Thoughts?"

The notes honestly said: "I don't plan to read it, those beautiful lyrical chapters seem to be not suitable for me."

The Secretary of State nodded with a smile and picked up a booklet purchased on the way back to the capital. The title is even more unique than Napoleon's wonderful travel notes, just a number, Thirteen. I heard that in terms of sales, "Flowers and Blood" was overwhelmed with "Reed of Thoughts". It seems that the empire will remember that alternative fat man for a long time. Queen Gosher has a supportive attitude towards this. An empire that likes forgetfulness cannot win the respect of the people. The book "Thirteen"

The Thirteen Rules of the Order of the Reinhalt was a book officially published by the Empire. It is not accurate to say that it is a book because it is not thick and more like a booklet. It only has 92 thin pages and a total of thirteen chapters. It begins with each rule and lists the short life of the Iron Oak Knight Reinhalt. The papers submitted by the protagonist to Morgan Academy were carefully printed, but the last chapter left a lot of blank space, only six short words: We have never been alone.

Hashiz whispered: "In two years, three heroes appeared in the empire, but two of them were from the Rotschild family. If you add the old Don Quixote in "The Blind Eyes"..."

Queen Gosher interrupted the note-in-charge and said, "These things can only be kept in my heart and not on my lips. History will prove everything."

The gentle Hashiz gently left the Secretary of State's office, walked to the window at the end of the corridor in a complicated mood, and secretly made a throwing gesture.

The Black Swan Lake in Marceau County, forgotten by the poet, has become the real Black Swan Lake. This year, a large number of black swans live in the lake and reeds, adding many warm colors to the gloomy manor.

The ground building of the Sinig Castle has been completed, and the brand new Hall of Our Lady welcomes the owner of this independent kingdom, Augustine, the order leader, but there is no welcome ceremony and the permission of the "underground king". No one dares to say one more sentence and do one more thing by himself. The huge oil painting "Tears of the Virgin" in the hall is slowly opened, revealing a spiral staircase. Augustine whispered: "Dimit, you should be able to sleep peacefully this time. I'm sorry to interrupt your progress to the true ancestor several times."

In the shadow, a magnetic voice came: "Master, is there any blood in this world that is more conducive to the jumping of the immortal species than the blood of a holy coffin knight?"

Augustine disagreed and said, "If it weren't for the complete body of the loyal Ted, I wouldn't give you this opportunity to eat. I don't know if the shriveled semi-finished product in Ares's bag can make the sheep horns become the pinnacle of the Knight's bones, the King of Hell, but I don't think it's possible."

Dimit went straight to the ground cemetery and hibernated. He became a true ancestor one day earlier, which made the master happy more than any praise. Augustine stopped in front of St. Urban and ordered Ares to send the body of the Holy Coffin Knight stuffed with spices and crystals to the horns of sheep. The Lich King Naples consciously went to the sixth floor Paradise Lost where some surviving dark species were imprisoned. The Lich King was very happy to conduct some small experiments that were defaulted by the master.

It was only the female elf Heman who was left beside Augustine. The fallen elves who turned against the goddess of the forest would lose the innate golden color of their eyes and turn into shameful dark green. Heman was a low-level elves that even the twelve elves queens had never seen before. They could come to the underground castle of Shinig Brother alive. If the loli butler saw it, they would definitely be sour and said that Augustine was interested in the plump butt of this female low-level creature.

Mrs. Quentin, holding a notebook, came to the concentric circle and hesitated for a moment.

Augustine moved her footsteps and said, "Go to the study and say."

In the study, Augustine first put down "Flowers and Blood" and the black-bellied rabbit doll, spread out the map, and then placed 42 Titan badges neatly on different positions on the map, indicating that Mrs. Quentin could speak. Although she was a little disgusted with the existence of female elf, since the long order of the always cautious order was not important, she was not pretentious and said bluntly: "According to your request, I urgently created six mechanical birds to monitor the sky above the Black Swan Lake. On the 21st day after you left the Castle of Shinigge, I finally caught a secret bee from the Vatican Holy See. As you wish, I excerpted the password characters in my notes and let the gadget go. In the next six months, the mechanical birds caught bees six times one after another. I took the time to study and decipher them, and they were all secrets of the Sheep Horn Laboratory."

Augustine flipped through a few pages and laughed in silence: "This is the high-level password of Black Sheep, have you cracked it?"

Mrs. Quentin: "Whether it is mechanical birds or passwords, the Pope's Hall seems to be fifty years ahead of the Byzantium Holy See."

Augustine didn't defend anything about this, but just let the female elf rub her shoulders in a good mood and said with a smile: "Then tell me, look at the results. If I satisfy me, I will add you fifteen additional points of thought."

Mrs. Quentin obviously did not pay attention to the idea that the castle of Poems means the weight of life, but she was a little happy that she had received the first recognition of this mean consul, saying: "This leaker is very cunning. He conveyed information six times, covering all three independent laboratories, Lily, Rose and Rose, and the information shows that they are the most core information. From this point of view, it is impossible to obtain evidence of the Chief Research Officer Miss Philip, Professor Shirley and Assistant Professor Kim, who is the real enemy, unless they are all puppets of the mother of the Black Sheep. But after the information is sorted out, it was found that a funny proportion was found, Miss Philip's Lily accounted for 31%, and Rose of Kim's Assistant Professor Kim accounted for 29%.

Augustine said softly: "So the finger pointed at Professor Shirley, it's obvious."

Mrs. Quentin smiled slightly, a little proud. Who said she was just a woman with big breasts?

Augustine stood up and said, "You guys stay here, I'll go and chat with Professor Shirley, who was not happy with Lord Haiji in the ewes."

The chat was not public. It was in Professor Shirley's private room full of Tame Gallery style. Just like the first time I got alone, Professor Shirley personally cooked a cup of Ceylon black tea to give order. The tea fragrance lingered. Augustine quietly drank a cup of tea, and then he told Mrs. Quentin's research results. Surprisingly, Professor Shirley looked calm, without panic, without anger, but there was a little bit of sorrow in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Hisser Admiral, you are not a big shot who likes to listen to others' excuses, aren't you?"

Augustine nodded, expressionless.

Professor Shirley sat quietly on a beautiful and slim chair, took off her glasses and closed her eyes.

Augustine helped her put on her glasses, looked at the beautiful face full of surprise and confusion, and said softly: "Order requires a Professor Shirley who is willing to endure loneliness in the underground world of Brother Si, and I also need to come here from time to time to drink a cup of mellow black tea."

Professor Shirley cried but never cried, and said quietly: "Do you believe me?"

Augustine smiled, "I only believe in the truth."

Professor Shirley smiled brightly, "I think I fell in love with you, the wise Master Augustine!"

Augustine stood up and said, "The black tea should taste better in the future."

In the three laboratories, Sayuri, who has always been at the top, Augustine found Miss Philip, the chief research officer with a ponytail, and invited her to walk out of the underground kingdom and come to the lookout hall on the top floor of the Silly Castle to enjoy the peaceful lake view of Black Swan Lake together.

Augustine said softly: "Thanks to Miss Philip for her efforts during this period."

Miss Philip chose to remain silent.

Augustine looked at the black swans in the lake. The third group of guests of this manor, and the only beautiful guests who were not hostile to poetry. He said with a little self-deprecating: "I have also stayed at the bottom of the night watchman. I know that the little people will always sigh at the injustice of fate. No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot climb to the throne of light. Even the bottom-line survival requires the alms of great people. But I believe that compared to the sacred spear Lessun, who is never tired and never wrong, the first Teutonic priest who is so old that he may lie in the cemetery, and your moody Lord Haiji, there is an advantage that no one can deny. I respect your efforts. If you take out a bread worth ten copper plates, I will give you ten copper plates. I am in a good mood and don't even mind taking out eleven."

The calm Miss Philip finally asked, "Why don't you doubt Professor Shirley?"

Augustine turned his head and looked at the pretty face that was not charming and said, "I know a coward mentality that pays attention to details. Once your mechanical bees that climb onto the girl mage, they will destroy some kind of small switch. So when the bees return to the underground castle for the first time, you will know that they have been caught. But you are very smart. Not only did you stop, but you cleverly quietly increased the leaks in the Rose Laboratory. If I were you, you would have made the same conspiracy. In fact, the person I didn't doubt at the beginning was you, because everyone knew that you were a talent valued by Master Hai Ji in ewe, and Professor Shirley was wearing a cloak that was incompatible with Master Hai Ji. The more this happened, the less I trusted the latter. This is called reverse thinking. It is very simple, but it is often very close to the truth. But this time, you gave me a big surprise."

The talented chief research officer approached the window and said to himself: "I am an orphan, adopted by Lord Hai Ji. Before entering the ewe, I lived quietly like an ordinary girl until I showed good memory and divergent thinking that I began to change my destiny. I have no complaints about this. A orphan can have a happy childhood, which is worth repaying me with my entire cheap life."

Augustine took out a bourbon silver coin that she had carried with her all year round and nodded, "Understand."

Miss Philip smiled at the Grand Consul for the first time and apologized: "I'm sorry, I can't be loyal to you, and my wise order is long."

This was the second time that he was praised for being "wise" on the same day. Augustine smiled and put away the silver coins. "You reminded me of someone, you are very similar."

Miss Philip whispered: "Don't you execute me? You are not a big man who is used to giving and tolerating betrayal."

Augustine shook her head and said, "You, there are a few people in the order. I am willing to exchange all your talents for an unwise betrayal. Another reason is that you remind me of that person. I want to thank you for this. But I don't want me to receive such a surprise next time. Miss Philip, you have already paid your life for the ewes. Maybe you feel that the repayment is not enough, but who will really refuse to survive? Being able to live is a very lucky thing. I believe that Lord Hai Ji will understand your silence next time. I am not asking you to betray her as a mother, but I just hope that you can respect your life. When a child can walk, you should respect yourself. Maybe it sounds unsincere, but this is indeed my true words. You know, not to say that I don't like to see betrayal, nor do I like to preach to strangers."

Miss Philip whispered, “Can you give me some time to think?”

Augustine refused, "No. You must give your choice immediately! My good mood and patience are limited now. I am afraid that I can't help but throw you into Miss Elizabeth's glass bottle and become food for something."

Miss Philip shook her head.

Augustine sighed, she was such a silly girl who didn't know how to compromise.

First, he brought the stubborn chief research officer to the study, because Augustine wanted to bring the dolls and books, which were gifts for the loli housekeeper. When he arrived at the lady's boudoir of honey, he put down the black-bellied rabbit doll and "Flowers and Blood". Augustine was about to throw this young fool into the glass bottle. Don't doubt whether the great consul would be so cruel. The beautiful women who died in the vigil butcher were quite a few. In the past six months, the lady and plump lady who died indirectly in assassination could count several times with one hand. At the last moment, Miss Philip said with red eyes: "Do you remember me?"

Augustine reached out and grabbed her neck, lifted it up, and was about to throw it into a glass bottle with the lid open, shook her head and said, "No, the enemy of death, without this treatment, let alone you are not beautiful, it is difficult for me to remember."

Because she couldn't speak, she began to struggle violently.

However, Augustine had no mercy and threw her into the glass bottle and covered it again.

In the transparent glass bottle that was tall, Miss Philip began to suffocate in pain, her face began to twist, her hands slapped the glass, and her eyes were filled with nostalgia.

Augustine stood quietly, watching the slow passage of her life.

A few seconds before she fell into a coma, Augustine sneered, opened the lid, raised the glass bottle, and threw it to the ground, "I forgot the original owner of this glass bottle, the Lich King Naples is no longer here, I have to help Miss Philip change a cemetery."

Miss Philip, who was lying on the ground coughing violently, screamed, "No!"

Augustine squatted down and said with a look of embarrassment: "Don't do this, Miss Philip, too unstrong. In my impression, you are a lady with far more courageous and wisdom than survival in the face of death."

When Augustine acted to pinch her neck again, the mentally broken chief research officer cried loudly, "I don't want to die!"

Augustine stroked her smooth and tender neck like a poor young white swan, and smiled cruelly, "Don't you want to die?"

She grabbed the slender hands of the great consul, and cried desolately: "I don't want to!"

Augustine shook her hand and thought for a moment, "Then I'll give you a chance at the end. Miss Philip, who is not very beautiful, please take off your clothes and masturbate for me. If you reach orgasm smoothly within ten minutes, I'll consider letting you continue to live. The Castle of Poems is so boring, I have to find some unknown little fun. Although I brought a female elf back, that kind of catharsis will affect my knight source."

She was almost crazy.

Is this the fourth giant in the Imperial Sacrament?

Augustine patted her face and reminded: "I will count three times and I won't take it off, but I'll send you to another glass bottle, where there are dark species that are unknown to me."

Ten minutes later, the orderly leader walked out of the room with a smile, followed by Miss Philip, whose face was flushed but whose eyes were distracted.

It seems that the long order has found fresh fun, and the degenerate chief research officer ushered in an endless nightmare.

Three days later, Augustine walked to Sayuri's laboratory and threw a look.

Miss Philip followed him out.

Half an hour later, the chief research officer with a weird expression returned to the laboratory.

The next month, Miss Philip would go out every few days to report on the laboratory progress, which became a common routine for Lily Laboratory.

Alpha City.

A small college under the Marceau County Magic Guild, the magician Don Juan-Goran is teaching. This magic lecturer who always forces students to accept some strange theories is really unpopular. If it weren't for his father, Lao Guan, a court priest with a good reputation in the imperial capital, the guild leaders of the Marceau County Province would have let this unemployed guy get out of the way. There was no uninvited violin solo at the banquet in which house in Alpha City. In the Holy Empire, the mainstream is the "king of instruments" piano, which has always rejected the violin that has developed rapidly for nearly a hundred years. Even if this instrument is known as the long-lost queen of instruments, the Holy Empire is not popular in the Holy Empire, so the Master Don Juan, who has brilliant and smooth violin skills, has always lacked a soulmate in Alpha City.

In class, a young man wearing Damascus costume participated in the auditor's audition, wearing a low-level Sugar Grass badge on his chest. This is probably the fundamental reason why he was able to enter the academy. Master Don Juan was delighted that his course could attract the audience. He specially revised the content of the pre-study and explained the "Mantejulatin Elemental Restlessness" which he believed was wonderful. This is his paper used to apply for a third-level Sugar Grass from the County and Provincial Magic Guild, but the review team actually gave an unqualified score, which made Master Don Juan, who was determined to be a golden Clover, very injured. The rank was higher than him.

The first-level strange young man was a good listener. Whenever Don Juan talked about the most essential theory, the young man would nod in tacitly. The classroom was not big, and the resources of magic interns in Alpha City were very scarce, which was far less abundant than some eastern counties and provinces. Not only Alpha, but also the number of interns admitted to St. Carroll College in the entire Marceau County Province was at the bottom of the empire every year, which made the chief executive and magic president of the county province very embarrassed. More than a dozen interns in the classroom were curious about looking at the men sitting in the last row, with jealousy and envy in their eyes. They got the third-level horoscope at a very young age, which looked very amazing.

It was probably rare to meet someone who understood him. The bell rang and Don Juan was reluctant to finish the course, which made the magic apprentices feel quite impatient. Some boys with superior families started to whistle, and a few girls didn't mind turning their heads and looking at the handsome man by the window. Don Juan finally felt happy. When he said that the get out of class was over, the apprentices rushed out immediately. A brave female apprentice walked to the stranger and introduced herself. The man who did not report the name according to etiquette just smiled and said that he was very happy to know you. This made the lady from a wealthy family in Alpha City feel excited and left the classroom to share this little sweetness with two good rich girls.

Don Juan, who was originally planning to leave the classroom, saw the man walking to the blackboard and thinking intently, but frowned slightly. He was about to go home to practice a violin sonata and stopped and said curiously: "This Sugencao magician, is there any error in my verification of the personification of the elements of Mantejuladin?"

The listener smiled and said, "I have been in contact with this Mantejuladin's theory for the first time, but I am a little confused by some laymen."

Master Don Juan patted his shoulder and laughed: "It's normal! The magic professor in Alpha City can't understand it. If you are interested in exploring the darkest but most charming area of ​​this magic hall, you can come to me and have afternoon tea together. If you have the chance, you can listen to my violin. By the way, I just composed a symphony recently, and I highly recommend you to enjoy it."

The man who was patted on his shoulder a few times and was more or less educated nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Master Don Juan, whose vanity was perfectly satisfied, once again reminded the stranger who was willing to accept new things to visit his home. Then he walked out of the classroom and paused at the door. He turned around and saw that the man was still standing under the blackboard in a daze. Master Don Juan was in a better mood and walked away humming a small song.

The guy standing under the blackboard finished thinking, took out a charcoal pen and modified several wrong formulas. The dean of the college, the tulip magician of Alpha City, stood respectfully at the door, preferring to stand boring and waiting without disturbing the big man at all. At this moment, no one in the upper class of the empire knew that Count Dürer was dead and was nailed to the wall. The evil golden scale badge was said to be the symbol of the new organization of the Sacramentary Ministry, plus the head of a Viscount Heber, and the fat jazz hanging on the angel sculpture in the Villa of the Bliss of the Condy Family, Old Gilber did not want to be the next one.

The old dean didn't know whether it was the idiot who should curse Don Juan or should start showing kindness to the playboy immediately. This answer needs to be waited for the weird consul Augustine to give a hint.

After leaving the classroom, the shadow leader of the Marceau County who suddenly visited the academy said, "Don Juan Gorlan is a qualified magician."

Old Gilber immediately understood that the third-level sacred grass stuck by the old men of the guild must be immediately issued to the fancy young master.
To be continued...