The baby of the immortal species walks in the dark without the protection of his parents, just like a lady with a good appearance wandering naked in the slums. The ending is not in line with the taste of the Gothic bard. Miss Russell's real experience is as skinny as her figure. The parents who did not give her strong feedback died of conceit. After a few glances at the angel statue, they entered the blacklist of the vigil. The first person they sucked was probably not born yet. They traveled in the country where they hated the immortal species the most, etc., even if they were too lazy to pity who they had ever been

Augustine felt sad. But the romantic ideals stuffed in her little head were so full that Augustine had to accompany her to suffer. Fortunately, the great consul was not in a hurry to return to the poem. She wanted to visit any church or ruins, and Augustine would basically satisfy her. This did not mean that Augustine was a nobleman full of gentleman demeanor. But he had some selfishness and left the Black Swan Lake and paid nearly three-quarters of the fortune of the poem. Uliser was handed over to create a larger Scarlett.

Ti Soul Elegy Magic Formation. Augustine, whose heart is bleeding, feels that instead of feeling sorry for the gold coins, it is better to simply appreciate the final result. This forbidden magic requires dark metal and dirty elements astronomical numbers. Correspondingly, it is necessary to burn down the Caesar voucher piled up into a hill. Ulisse is very excited about the black magic circle that can easily blow up the entire Black Swan Lake after completion. He praised Augustine as an imaginative leader for the first time. Augustine could only grit his teeth and remain silent. The journey between Juan County and Marceau County,

In order to cooperate with Miss Russell, Augustine's work and rest during the day, or attend some courses with low thresholds as a monk and a low-level magician. He rushed to the evening. Occasionally, this lady with a wide range of reading was attracted by a book and stayed in the church bookshelf and refused to move. Augustine often had to accompany her to read some books that she had not been involved in the past. However, Miss Russell, who had a very jumping way of thinking, still gave Augustine a series of small inspirations. Generally speaking, this was a trip above the passing line.

There are two counties and provinces left from Marceau County. They live in a small church with few books. Miss Russell was attracted by a classic tragic book "The Syciphus Rock". Augustine could not find books that were beneficial to the pragmatists, so she had to sit on the ground to do the finishing work of the golden pocket watch. Miss Russell, who did not ask for information about the vigil along the way, finally spoke and whispered to the priests who still didn't know the name. "The children and monks I saw in the Angel Garden are not ordinary red gloves, right?"

Augustine did not answer this idiotic question, because it is really unbelievable than any lie. The Tacitus parent who could be the male lead of "Sisyphus Rock" wanted to kill was Eden Gaia, who mistook a man. She made a living by sucking the blood of the immortal species, which was more in line with the title of the immortal species hunter than any prince of the Osar clan. There was a cherry cup in her body that could store and dilute blood and soul that did not belong to her. The child named Menuin was the latest night watchman in the empire, and the last trump card revealed by the Teutonic priest.

Miss Russell whispered: "You have a very different relationship with that monk."

Augustine was alert and said calmly, "Why?"

She said without any scheming: "Intuition."

Augustine smiled and said, "I have known this night watchman's chief dealer for a long time. I have been to Kepler together. It's not too much to say that he is a friend, but now he seems to have become an enemy."

Miss Russell didn't know she almost went to meet her parents, but she just said regretfully: "It's really unfortunate."

Augustine said softly: "It's very unfortunate."

The great consul's words were not complicated, but the eyes looked at the pages of the book were gentle and sad.

There are three years left.

The tree of life, "Wendi", must be transplanted to Black Swan Lake immediately. Moreover, the inspiration induced by Miss Eternal Seed may not be effective. Wenti is a towering tree in the eastern mountains of the empire. The official name is the Eye of the Earth Tree, with a profound meaning. It is regarded by mystic works as the eyes of the mother of the earth, Gaia, staring at the world. There are thirteen trees on the epic continent. Wenti, located in the Holy Empire, is the smallest mother tree with a gentle temperament, but was originally a muse.

The dwarf Obe was injured and was in a withered state and became a bait. Augustine and the Loli Housekeeper's first face-to-face meeting were there. The conspiracy encounter was not pleasant. Augustine later learned from Elizabeth that the madman Obe tried to make the thirteen earth tree eyes bigger than the left eye of God, and cooperated with the "black box" of the sacred weapon lost to the Muse Continent, spreading a plague catastrophe to the Epic Continent that was enough to bring humans similar to divine punishment.

Wenti is still in a dying state, but if he wants to move to Black Swan Lake for a long distance, he is afraid that Augustine will fight a protracted battle with the conspirators in the Empire and the Holy See. In front of the order is His Majesty the Emperor with limited trust, Queen Gosher is the Academic Affairs Department where Queen Gousher is in charge. Several lords in the east regard the Tree of Life as a Money Tree, and have always regarded the eyes of the two tree eyes as a forbidden Holy Spirit Court. Augustine suddenly feels that he is more suitable to play the protagonist of "Sisyphus Rock" than Miss Russell's parents.

"Are the monks of the Vatican Church as devout as the clergy of St. Justre Church?" Miss Russell asked in a disgusting question. White Rose was a very strange country. Her rulers and subjects not only did not hate the sons of war who were the first to crush the iron hooves into the country, but instead worshiped and feared them. Instead, they always had innate spit and contempt for the increasingly powerful sacred empire and had a sense of unfounded superiority. Even on the red Gogol Plain, this neighbor created a historical record of defeating the Titan cavalry for the first time. White Rose still couldn't give any respect.

The knowledge and literacy of the Vatican monks in Vatican were even more squinting. Miss Russell, who was very talented in pure mathematics, was no exception. It was not until he met this "ordinary" priest of Saint Just who had made friends that he realized that he had fallen into the misunderstanding of experience. This young man who seemed to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old had a deep understanding of race origins, scholastic philosophy, original sin of business, mathematics and alchemy, botany, human anatomy and soul theory. If there were a hundred such priests in Vatican, Miss Russell felt desperate: White Rose might really be a toy for the Holy Empire.

Augustine took out a crystal bottle with a centaur badge painted. This small work of art was once loaded with the most perfect magic liquid "hot spring", but Augustine no longer needs to rely on the hot spring to support the nuclear weight. This crystal bottle with infinite symbolism has become a secret collection. At this time, this crystal bottle that can reflect a small rainbow in the sunlight holds half of the bottle of warm blood. It is very fresh and thick. It is handed to Miss Russell, who looks tired after not eating for two days. The latter took the exquisite bottle and sniffed it. This has become her habitual movement. Her smile is charming, and she drinks red wine at the slowest speed. Her lips are stained with scarlet colors. The body instantly surges with strength. It is a wonderful experience. Miss Russell did not know the high-quality grapes in the crystal bottle carved by the centaur badge during this period.

There was no investigation into where the wine came from, but she believed that the priest of Saint Just would not fool her. The facts proved that the blood in the crystal bottle maintained a consistent high level. The baby who had just stepped into the middle of the eternal night knew that this food came from the right hand of a saint's godson. The hand had copied countless pampered sacred scriptures, made countless prayers, held up two saints' hearts, and slaughtered countless heresies with the posture of the hand of God. When she had the opportunity to try another blood, she knew that such a blood that would benefit the immortal seed would be a luxury that would make the princely immortal seed cherish. However, for the time being, she could not understand Augustine's unique way of expressing friendship. In this world, what he could truly understand was probably the Little Queen Elizabeth who transformed from an enemy into an ally.

"Will we part?" Miss Russell deserves to retain the good qualities of most noble ladies, and did not overeat, and handed back half a bottle of blood to the priest.

"Of course. I believe Miss Russell will also meet the prince of fate. As long as you don't spend too much time thinking on the knowledge ladder, the prince likes princesses who don't be too smart. Think about it, when the prince kneels on one knee and gives a bouquet of roses, you say, 'Oh, this is a shrub of the Rose family', which is so inconsistent." Augustine joked Miss Russell, who loves mathematics, gently put down the golden pocket watch and centaur crystal bottle, the latter emblem.

The chapter means Constant, who exclusively holds the honor of "Dragon Slaying" on the Epic Continent, is the only "golden family" that owns the Dragon Clan Museum. It contains the spoils obtained by heroes of all generations from the dragon veins, countless dragon teeth, longan eyes and dragon skeletons. Each generation will have at least one holy coffin knight and sword saint at the same time. This is Constant's unparalleled foundation. In a sense, Augustine has a small part of the golden bloodline of this family.

Miss Russell showed two cute little fangs and laughed: "Then you should act as my prince for the time being. Although you are just a little priest with no reputation, at least you can discuss mathematics and philosophy with me, right? It is not easy to find a guy who does not despise mathematics as a female slave to philosophy!"

Augustine burst into laughter and said, "I won't be a substitute."

Miss Russell said in a slut: "I don't care, I'll decide to travel with you anyway."

Augustine was very polite to expose her little thoughts, "That's right, traveling with a St. Just, you can enter the various church libraries at will. The priest also risked dragging into the Sacrament and being questioned to find red wine for you. Along the way, this inexperienced priest took silver coins to buy limited edition books. If I were Miss Russell, I would be reluctant to part. This is not what the prince should do, but the groom."

Miss Russell's face turned red and looked at Augustine with a strange expression.

Augustine couldn't understand the meaning of her eyes at first, but after a little thought, she came to a ridiculous but not far from the truth. Under her butt was a book called "History of Philosophy" that was criticized by Miss Russell, and she leaned against the bookshelf and didn't want to pay attention to this immortal baby. The lady's imagination was really wonderful. She actually felt that he wanted to have a physical collision with her other than spiritual communication. The damn thing was her appearance, and she was quite reluctant, which made the handsome and handsome consul who had always been praised and injured.

"Are you angry?" Miss Russell asked carefully.

"No." Augustine shook her head, very sincere. Such a small episode is actually a rare warmth for the founder of Kepler's gallows.

"Are you still that? Will you feel uncomfortable? Do you rely on prayer to support your faith when you feel uncomfortable? Use your spirit to overcome the original desire of the flesh?" Miss Russell asked a private question in the most rigorous academic attitude. The so-called that is probably a virgin. As far as she knows, there are countless ascetic monks in the history of the Holy See who rely on extreme forms of whipping themselves to hurt the flesh to fight for desire.

"The peaceful faith is the sea, and the hot faith is the flood. Some memorialists believe that the latter needs appropriate guidance in particular. Simply suppressing can only lead to a complete depravity after the dam breaks. This is not the mainstream idea, but it makes sense. As for how I solve this problem that every priest cannot bypass, I don't want to tell a virgin who is still there for the first kiss and sucking." Augustine smiled. This plane strictly follows the principle of equivalence. For example, a human being becomes a lecch relative, and his sexual desire decreases in turn as his strength increases.

, until the pleasure is completely lost, correspondingly, the sucking of blood by the immortal species can bring a tide of sex-love. The higher the blood quality, the stronger the sense of happiness. There are many funny examples of low-level lecch dying from excitement because of gluttony in high blood. It can be seen that the blood clan claims to have "permanent in eternal night" for thousands of years, which is quite fragile. Augustine did not tell Miss Russell this inside story, for fear that this lady who worked hard to find the prince mistakenly thought that she was greedy for her temporarily irresistible and happy body.

"A few questions?" Miss Russell made a decision.

"Can you not answer?" Augustine smiled.

"Can't!"

Miss Russell said angrily: "First, your name."

Augustine did not answer.

"Then change one, your favorite food." Miss Russell compromised wisely.

"Everything can fill your stomach," Augustine thought for a moment and added: "Ches."

“Favorite color.”

"The color of the robe on the body."

"The most respected person?"

"I respect many people, but most of them are not famous. If you say the most respect, you should be the godfather and the private magic teacher of childhood."

"Where is the best friend?"

"It's rare, at least Miss Russell is not among them yet."

"What are you most afraid of?"

"Belief."

"What is your enemy?"

"I can't count it."

“Favorite book to read?”

"The fourth classic of our Vatican, "Teachings."

"Hobby."

"Alive."

"Favorite verse."

“The ‘Veterans Immortal’ in “The Flowers Immortal” and the ending of “Thirteen”: We’ve never been alone.”

"Do you like women?"

“Yes, and love them deeply.”

"Is she in County Juan where St. Just Cathedral is located?"

"no."

"Where is that?"

The priest who had been honest with Miss Russell finally fell silent, pointed to his heart, and said in an inaudible voice: "It's probably here."

"The biggest wish?"

"Can you tell her face to face."

“Is it ‘I love you’?”

"no."

"That's it?"

"Can you not answer?"

"Yes." This time, Miss Russell was very understanding.

Augustine looked up, looked at the ceiling, and said softly: "'I found you.'"

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In a dark and wet prison, the middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, dressed in rags, his face covered with stubbornness, his hands and feet were confined by four iron chains that were thicker than the male arms. The chains were poured with a large amount of dark gold elements, which was indestructible. This was not enough. Outside the cell, four great warlocks who took turns to release arcane stagnant magic, cooperated with the linear magic circle [Angelic Cage] carved on the ground, constantly suppressing and absorbing the man's original abundant power to prevent any evil actions. On the ground where he looked, he spread a book of Confessions, and a classical giant sword was inserted in the corner of the prison. This was the biggest silent mockery of a swordsman. Those who enjoyed this treatment were the original owner of the Confessions Church, Wilde, one of the four official sword saints of the Empire, and the night watchman giant nicknamed "King of the Hills".

He has recognized vulgarity and once publicly stated in the parliament of the sacramental giant that he wanted to exchange all the points of faith for Lord Hai Ji's one-night stand. The not-strong man had unparalleled strength and carved his name on the Mughal Stone at the age of 31. His barbaric style is famous for the night of the empire, and all enemies were split into pieces under the giant sword. He was once the new leader of the night watchman who was expected to go further from the gatekeeper of the Confessional Church. The outside world speculated that the Holy Spear and the Mother of the Black Sheep both hoped that the Sword Saint, whose intelligence was not matched with force, would ascend to the throne, but in the end, all the prophets did not guess this bleak ending.

The King of the Hill opened his eyes, pulled a cold-blooded arc on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the child outside the prison, Menuyin, a little madman who said he was "a rusty blunt sword."

In addition to Menuine, there is also Wilde's leader in swordsmanship, an old swordsman who served the highest night watchman of the empire throughout his life. It was this old guy who was not ignorant of old love, who joined forces with the Bourbon to imprison the King of the Hill in this cage.

The child bowed gently and smiled, "Dear Uncle Wilde, do you want to breathe the air outside?"

The Sword Saint grinned and said, "Child, I want to soothe your body more than the air outside. Hey, that self-righteous fool Ulisse doesn't know. Do I know that there is a 'boarding' of Olympia' in your body, so it's up to you to decide your future gender, right?"

Menuyin deliberately showed a terrified and timid face, turned to the old sword saint and asked for help, "Old Lyon, Uncle Wilde is so terrible."

Immediately, a wide blood trough cut out from the chest of the King of Hills, and the sound of blood dripping in the quiet basement was particularly clear.

Menuyin turned a blind eye to this and asked "Good intentionally": "Uncle, I'll ask you one last time, are you really unwilling to help me? Go and act as a scavenger?"

The King of the Hills breathed out a breath of turbid air, and the pain in his body was completely ignored. He narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Scavenger? This is a character who is destined to have no good ending. Isn't Rottenchild a lesson? It is more tragic than the Rudolf family with a worse reputation. Although the latter has no friends in the empire, he will at least not be charged with treason. Both families are serving as scavengers who clean the streets of the empire for His Majesty. Purple Yaohua has made greater contributions, almost helping Emperor Jupiter eliminate all moderate conservatives and let the empire truly embark on the track envisioned by His Majesty. The radical conservatives led by Prince Odes are just a meal to cheer up. I am afraid

Those moderates who were secretly executed by Rudolf, stubborn chief executives, the great lords who refused to integrate into the life of the new nobles, the old nobles who were born to despise business and feared that the wealth of more than ten generations had been reduced, did not know the truth until death. The empire finally rose, and the duke then walked onto the gallows lonely. His only descendant, the little Augustine, who I admire very much, became the second Teutonic priest. His Majesty the Emperor was really wise, and he refused to let go of the shriveled purple Yaohua, secretly controlled the grizzly betting plate, and squeezed countless gold coins from Augustine. I am afraid that the little guy himself would not understand the greatest hero of the empire's navigation industry, it was not someone else, it was him, a poor man!"

Menuyin praised: "Did grandpa say you are very smart? Unfortunately, many people don't understand your wisdom? Ulisai is a conspirator, but you are an excellent politician. I really need your mind. The night watchmen are willing to rely more on the former than the giant sword that needs yours."

The sword saint Wilde smiled dryly and said, "Uncle is still the little request. If you give your delicate body, I will help you do things. Uncle will let you know that no matter whether you are a boy or a girl, it doesn't matter. The key is that you can enjoy it."

Menuyin seemed innocent and said, "Is it really OK to have uncle's hands covered with calluses and blood of sin?"

The King of Hills, who was seriously injured before he was imprisoned and had not received any treatment, nodded hard and said, "Uncle can guarantee that you will be intoxicated. You must know that the big axe in my uncle's crotch is so hungry. Haha, Xiao Meinuin, do you want to appreciate the majesty of this big axe? This is a scenery you don't have."
To be continued...