The empire needs a continuous stream of new knights and magicians, families need the birth of children, and any institution is like this, and fresh blood is needed. The 8 departments of the Vatican 3 and 8 departments have their own resource delivery channels. Among them, the three major organizations of the Sacramentary Department have established relatively complete and hidden talent echelons. As newborns, order needs to take the initiative to snatch a small piece of cheese from others. The Holy Spirit Court and the Ewe both approved the rude act of order. Only the watchman rejected the sincere application of order, and wrote back to rebuke the order's storage of the traitor Ulisse. It seems that the watchman, who was originally closest to Poetry, changed the established moderate policy of the Teutonic giant after the new leader took office. This is wonderful news for the enemy of order that it is worth drinking a hundred barrels of Tuscan wine.

East of the Empire, Augs Song City.

The city that lost the two signature nobles of Prince Odise and Duke Rottschild has seemed very monotonous in recent years. In addition, the respected Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese, Monofati, did not become the new Patriarch. This famous city with a large number of tempting words such as fashionable, luxurious, elegant and rich has begun to remain silent. Twenty years ago, this city that was rich in gossip liked to spread the news that Master Augustine teased his maids, and also liked to recite the new works of the poet Duke, or

It was the shocking words of His Highness the Prince in the imperial capital. In that golden age, Augsgo might be the only confident city in the empire that did not envy Jupiter. Unfortunately, the two adjacent luxury residences began to fade out of the citizens' horizons, and some great nobles located on the same street moved away one after another. Even the Augsgo nobles who had crazily pursued the poet's duke began to forget the Rottschild mansion at No. 19 Taylor Street, Taber District, and the city residents struggling in the middle and lower buildings?

At the door of the deserted Taylor Street, No. 19, a lonely obsidian stele stands with a lonely holy crystal obsidian tablet engraved on it with the last words of the sixth Master of Purple Illustrated: Everyone who owns the surname Luo Tong Child needs to fight for the empire when they are alive, and only when they die is to fight for themselves and fight against the god of death.

This soldier duke was the only head of the Luotongchild family who died on the battlefield in history, but it was he who injected the already decaying purple flower into living water and brought the flower from the cold winter to spring. The stone tablet did not carve the last words of other heads, but chose him. It can be seen that the descendants of Luotongchild had special emotions about this ancestor who did not mind publicly. It was just that in the eyes of half-baked conspiracy theorists, the reason why they chose this Zhuang word as the facade was that Luotongchild, the cradle of politicians, was deliberately winning the favor of the empire. One thing cannot be denied is that many of the twelve wills of the head written in portraits of the Luotongchild family did not meet the mainstream taste, which was too absurd, and far from the recognized virtues of piety and kindness.

On this day, there were only a few old servants left in the mansion, Lao Piping, who could be ordered by the elderly, still meticulously carried out the same work, cutting and watering the plants and trees in the garden, standing on the bracket carefully wiping the huge portraits, sorting out the study of the Duke of the Traitor and the Young Master, and going to the cellar to observe the fermentation of homemade white wine. At the end of the day, there was not much time to be idle. Such boring work, day after day, year after year, the old man born in this family has been doing his whole life. One day he can rest, probably the day he died.

The old master has been convicted of treason. The little master has become a heretic. The old Piping, who is still dressed up in a decent manner, has become an old dog that is still unwilling to shed hair in the mouth of a mean person in Augs Song City. At this time, the old housekeeper, who has no children, is standing on the stand, carefully erasing dust from the oil painting of the founder of the Luotong Child family. This time, Piping, after taking over from the old-fashioned father in his youth, has been doing forty years in the blink of an eye. The only time to "be lazy" was to be seriously injured in a blood revenge. The beloved Duchess stopped Piping, who was still trying to get up with an irresistible warm reason. She held the young master's hand and smiled at the butler and said that she would let little Augustine do this work today.

Pippin, the old man, stared at the first portrait.

The ninth founding father of the Holy Empire: George Rottschild.

Last words: Child, take off the cloak of power given to you by your father, what else do you have?

This great nobleman died from the curse of the undead king of the Titan Empire, which made the rising purple Yaohua feel sad at the beginning.

The old housekeeper, carrying a bucket and a scarf, slowly climbed down from the bracket and changed his seat. Here was a portrait of the second head of the Rottschild family, the dragon slayer Saga Rottschild.

This warrior, who is not only famous in the Holy Empire, has been criticized for his last words: loyalty without a foundation of interest is like a rootless duckweed, which cannot be grasped when the breeze blows, because it is like the oath of a politician, the promise of a businessman, and the chastity of a prostitute, you can only use it as a joke.

Old Piping sighed softly: "It's very wise. Therefore, we have the young masters now, Reinhart and Garkamiao. This is the glorious bloodline that only the Luotong Child family has."

The third picture: A man’s success must be accompanied by looking up at another strong man’s back, but a man’s greatness must first conquer a great woman.

Unfortunately, this talented aristocrat who was invincible in the field of love died in middle age in a delicious meal of a dietary housekeeper who was bribed by his political enemies, which laid the groundwork for the decline of the family.

Picture 4: My young heir, if you meet an old immortal at the level of the Patriarch or the Archbishop of the Cardinal, or an old noble who has lived for seventy or eighty years, then put away your cleverness and be a dutiful fool. This is the wisest choice. Perhaps beauty, power and glory will follow.

The fate of this master of Purple Yaohua is as unfortunate as his father. He died of illness as soon as he reached middle age. Before he could enter the center of the imperial stage, it ended early. The Luo Tongzild family began to withdraw from the core circle of the imperial politics and became a second-rate character.

Picture 5: My child, the prostitute, will not serve you. It must be because she thinks that the gold coins in your pocket are not loud enough, or she has not seen the dragon-gen under your crotch that the males of the Luotong Child family are proud of.

Old Piping smiled knowingly, remembering that the young master liked to stand secretly under this portrait of his ancestors and smiled foolishly.

but

The color of the sixth oil painting is completely different from the other eleven. It is the only portrait of the owner showing a warm smile. It is this man who revived the glory of the purple flower. Luo Tongchair returned to the ranks of the front-line families of the empire, and even surpassed Windsor and Rudolph.

Because of this, the twelfth poet Duke respected this ancestor the most, and used countless lyric poems to praise this man who fought for the empire and family until his death.

Picture 7: For descendants who inherited my title, in addition to having the power of a lion, the perseverance of a wild wolf, and the cunning of a fox, you must also remember the most important character, being as gentle as a dog. Wait until you truly understand the last point. Even if His Majesty the Emperor is furious at you during the day, you can sleep peacefully.

The head of the Ren family is a recognized politician in the empire. He creates conspiracy, just like the most spiritual harpist playing improvisations, like art, but the helpless thing is that this great noble politician, who was highly valued by His Majesty, died on the belly of a maid. The beautiful lady who had been lurking in the Luotongchild family for nearly twenty years was implanted with mysterious venom in her body for 8 years. This is another tragedy. It seems that Luotongchild is only a little distance away from the peak of the empire every time, and then she is suddenly pulled away from the distance.

Picture 8: Children and grandchildren, no matter how many lovers you have, don’t forget to bring your whip when you go to favor them?

Although this last words are full of the rich tone of a playboy, this old duke is a genuine infatuation. I believe this sentence is the only time he has been bold and heroic in his life. His blindness towards love does not confuse the old duke's keen sense of politics, inherits the will of his father, and consolidates the solid status of Luo Tongzield. Many ancient big families began to become allies with Purple Yaohua in his generation. The duke who traveled half of the epic continent has a good foundation in empires such as the Gorgeous Flower. The true richness of the Purple Yaohua soil began with him.

The ninth last words: When you trick a woman into bed and take off her last piece of clothing, don’t relax. That is the farthest moment from success. My junior, you still need to be cautious, be more cautious.

It is hard to imagine that this head of the family who spoke so frivolously was the only person in the Luo Tongzield family whose political achievements surpassed the seventh duke.

Ten: The purple flower will eventually bloom all the land of the empire.

11: My descendants, pride, greed, lust, anger, gluttony, jealousy, laziness, these seven deadly sins, if you commit three or four of them, then don’t come to heaven to see me and go to hell. If you commit all of them, okay, I admit that you are my descendants, and I will protect you in heaven.

This man, Augustine's grandfather, died in an inexplicable revenge of blood relatives.

Next is the last portrait hanging on the wall, with only one behind who is burying his head to write a poem.

The only traitor from this ancient family.

Last words: "The enemy will never die for a day, and the purple flowers will never wither!"

Old Piping could finally take a break. There was a space for a portrait hanging on the far right side of the corridor wall. If nothing unexpected happened, there would be a place for the little master in the future. However, the dedicated and loyal old housekeeper did not want him to hang it by himself before his death. When he was old, the young master who could not carry it was still young. Moreover, Zi Yaohua needed a master like the fifth duke. Old Piping believed in Master Augustine.

Old Pippin stared at the portrait of the poet Duke again. This man with only a quill in his hand was the bravest father of the empire.

A voice interrupted Old Piping's thoughts: "Hey, Old Piping, do you have any wine?"

Old Piping, who had long felt the arrival of this sloppy guy, turned slowly, without being nervous or surprised, but said angrily: "No!"

Standing opposite the old housekeeper was a middle-aged man with a shabby dress and a messy and annoying beard. The key was that he was lame. Such a homeless man, not to mention a noble lady, even a rough village girl, looked down on him. This guy leaned against the wall, with a flattery of seeking others.

Old Piping frowned and said, "What happened to the young master's parents?"

The man curled his lips and said, "No, in fact, the boring assassination was more frequent in the past two years. It was only once or twice this year. It was all tickling. Not to mention having one leg, even if it was lame, I could deal with it even if it was lame on three legs."

Old Piping said in confusion: "Then you? You want to go there again?"

The man's eyes were calm and he laughed, "I won't go."

Old Pippin glared at this guy who had been a blacksmith in the private estate of Rottenchild for more than ten years. In recent years, after the Rottenchild family was judged as treason, countless entourage knights took off the proud purple flower badge on their chests. Did they retreat?

Of course not!

Zi Yaohua began her blood revenge.

The target of these knights' revenge is not someone else, but Jupiter the Great!

The knights of the Rottenchild family did not protest loudly against treason and demonstrated their loyalty, but instead used the most direct way to prove the flower on their chest and died calmly.

Among them, an unknown blacksmith who was once included in the "Knights' Encyclopedia" on the sixth page was once the most handsome knight in the empire. He assassinated His Majesty the Emperor three times, and each time he met the emperor's personal entourage knight. This man who believed in the source of the knight's faith stood limp before Old Piping.

The man wiped his face and explained: "Neonsen, the child in his early twenties, started to go to the gorge, which made me very embarrassed. Fortunately, a savior appeared. She said she was going to go to Golden Island and along the way, so she helped me a lot."

Old Piping said in surprise: "She?"

The real Guli Gree man stretched and smiled, "Little Augustine's personal magic teacher, a woman I have to use the word "god"."

Old Pippin breathed a sigh of relief.

If she appears, then all the problems will not be difficult.

No Insen is really lucky.

When the old housekeeper was just a child, he vaguely heard the little master's grandfather mention that there was a woman in this world who was so powerful that she could drive the saint-level dragon out of the dragon's nest. Later, when she appeared, the old man who was already called Old Piping was sure that if there was such a demigod, it would be her.

Old Piping was a little regretful. Why didn’t she continue to protect the Luo Tongzield family?

But soon the old housekeeper felt relieved, our young master Augustine no longer needed any protection.

Guli Gree said aggrievedly: "Is there really no wine?"

The old Piping, the tone of the god of the god, was still not gentle, and she said angrily: "I will take it myself, and I will pretend that I didn't see it."

Guli Gree limped out of the corridor while laughing.

Only then did Old Piping show a rare respect. This is the knight of the Rotten Child family, who is so strong that he can walk alone forever.

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Green Patti, a small harbor known in the eastern part of the empire, is moored by a fleet that has already been famous on the mainland. It is this expedition fleet that discovered the new Gospel Island chain at the same time with Kamie, forming a beautiful triangle on the map* epic continent and subcontinent.

Start an anchor.

The fleet slowly went out to sea. Monofati, an elderly red-clothed archbishop of the Eastern Catholic diocese of the Empire, came out to see him off in person regardless of the wind and cold. In addition to the noble old man who was close classmates with Saint Zerome, who finally parted ways in academic terms, there was also a last secretary of state in the Academic Affairs Department, and countless noble personnel from the East. The Holy Empire gave strong expectations for this new voyage, hoping that Napoleon, the "dwarf" of the Empire, could bring the next gospel. The Empire's sun Napoleon stood at the bow of the ship and waved to everyone. No matter when and where, the young Grand Priest was always graceful and calm.

In the farewell party, the old Monofati's front end of the port in the solitary war, silent and profound. As the oldest archbishop in Vattlenti, the old man had a secret relationship with the young man. The teacher of the High Priest, the priest who opened the bronze door during the election of the Patriarch, was a classmate with good relationships like him. Among the three friends of that year, Monofati chose the most orthodox scholastic philosophy, climbed step by step, and finally took the position of the archbishop in the cardinal position, while Saint Zerom took the path of warlock and gained close

As for the rabbi, in terms of public reputation, it is completely incomparable to the two classmates. He has only been standing at the deepest part of the Holy See and the court for decades, becoming the personal priest of His Majesty the current emperor, and mastering the bank accounts of the two pastors. It can be said that it was his few suggestions that allowed the emerging commercial aristocrats headed by sissy Helen to rise. Without any doubt, this unfamous old priest has held countless secrets that can make ordinary nobles die hundreds of times.

The old priest only trained one student, the diligent and progressive and knowledgeable Napoleon, the young man standing on the flagship at this moment waving.

The fleet consists of the flagship Queen, two armed ships and six light sailing ships. The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the flagship Queen, weighing 210 tons, 50 meters long, with huge jungle sails. It is a well-deserved queen of the sea. This time it goes out to sea is far more grand and grand than a virgin sailor. Last time it was not favored by anyone, so it became a sea that needs the Chief Secretary of State of the Academic Affairs Department to go to various major families for credit. Even the basic number of seafarers could not be collected, so it had to be mixed with more than 40 prisoners caught from the Imperial Prison, including unemployed vagrants, thieves and blasphemers. Sailing was used as a condition for amnesty, but there were still many people who chose it in the middle.

Escape. Generally speaking, the initial craze of sailing was caused by the travel notes of an explorer. In the travel notes, the subcontinent was depicted as a paradise full of oily gold. However, due to the conditions of navigation, going to sea was still an adventure with great investment and little rewards, and few nobles were interested in participating. This time it was different. Not only were there "land pioneers" of the Holy Spirit Court with professional geographical qualities - the white-robed priest, but also professional explorers of the Helen family. There were two cartographers alone. This wonderful group was both participants and investors. In addition, the two armed ships were loaded with nearly 80 magicians and Knights of the Templar.

Away from the port, Napoleon walked in every corner of the flagship and greeted each crew member. He was able to call out all the new crew names clearly, not to mention some old crew members who had returned with him with full honor. Unlike ordinary navigators, the young high priest did not live in the most spacious single room as usual, but instead handed the treatment over to the cartographer who he thought was the greatest contribution. This beginning that made people have to be grateful suddenly brought the captain's relationship with the smart Helen family.

Before Napoleon went to sea, Jupiter the Great summoned this interesting dwarf. At that time, there was a sailing diary with amazing sales "A Reed of Thoughts" on the desk. It was praised by the picky court poets as "beautiful lyricism, strong travel". His Majesty the Emperor patiently asked at the end of the conversation: "Napoleon, you can make an extra request. I can use a man who dreamed of sailing for an hour. This private identity promises and satisfy you to the greatest extent."

Napoleon replied carefully: "The low cabin, the kitchen facilities are simple, half-cooked food, too small fresh water barrels, and insufficient reserves of fresh vegetables will all cause scurvy, which is more dangerous than the storms on the ocean and unknown ancient creatures. The last voyage mortality rate reached 80%, which is not something that an empire can bear, but what is even more unacceptable is that half of this proportion is due to poor sanitation conditions. Furthermore, if a voyage lasts for half a year or even longer, if there are no "interesting" books, the emotions of the crew will be difficult to control. No matter how good the temper is, the good temper will be exhausted by the long boring time. But I only dare to tell you about these things to you, His Majesty, and please forgive Napoleon's greed."

Jupiter the Great smiled and said, "I would rather have more greed like this."

Then everything was improved, and no one dared to have any objection to the banned books and the fleet's "squandering like burning piles of Caesars coupons". And two brig supply ships with a load of 100 tons were added to the plan.

When the wind is down, the fleet can sail 180 nautical miles in one day and night. This is a very impressive number. This extraordinary number means that the sailing cause of the Holy Empire is at the forefront of the epic continent. Napoleon is different from his first trip. He prepared three navigation logs and a secret diary, which are only shared with the pastor and the cartographer to record the real navigation distance. The second book is disclosed to all seafarers. The recorded voyage is deliberately smaller than the first log. This is

Only experienced navigators know the trick, and Napoleon will mix some emotional words in this public diary, and there will be special seamen recited loudly every day. This is the most pleasant time of the day for most men who can only lie on the deck. You must know that their young captain is the author of the most popular bestselling book "The Reed of Thought" in the Empire! And they will be the first readers of the sequel to "The Reed of Reed", which is a great honor.

The last diary, the Dwarf Grand Priest will not disclose it to anyone.

Half a year later, the fleet bypassed the Gospel Island Chain and continued to move south.

In the evening, after a terrifying wave, everyone lay exhausted on the deck. The thick dark clouds dissipated, and the brilliant afterglow fell down in the form of light columns. The furious ocean became calm. It was hard to imagine that she was still a crazy beast the moment before, but as gentle as a shy lady. Napoleon immediately got the list of crew members washed away by the waves, and finished the solemn prayer with the priest. The sad short man comforted everyone as usual and said with a smile. He walked under a mast. A knight boy who was still a teenager was staring at a big hourglass. The fleet needed to use the hourglass to determine the exact time. Napoleon whispered: "Paul, go and rest, I'll help you stare at the hourglass."

The knight boy from the Helen family shook his head strongly. In the shipwreck not long ago, Uncle Petru, who was supposed to have given him the title of knight after returning, was washed away by a overwhelming wave and buried in a deep sea that could not be remembered by future generations.

But sadness is not a reason to be lazy, not to mention that the Grand Priest in front of him is so diligent, and he is more brave and fearless than anyone in the face of any disaster. Napoleon smiled, as if he remembered something, and returned to the library on the ship to get a "Heavenly Stage" defined by the Vatican Church as [Pseudo-Classic]. This classic, together with the Syrian theologian of the Byzan Odesh, "Paradise", laid the basic framework of angelism. They are all banned books that are destined to appear in the classic groups of the two major holy Sees. Its appearance is attributed to Napoleon's little greed. The Grand Priest handed the book to the knight's attendant Paul and chuckled: "Back to the empire, don't say you have read this book."

The boy nodded vigorously.

So the Grand Priest and the Knight Boy leaned on the thick mast together. The former was writing the most private diary, while the latter was reading "The Stage of Heaven".

Not only Paul, the servant without foundation, but the Grand Priest has such a harmonious relationship with any crew member.
To be continued...