The Holy Empire has a lady who has won countless applause and flowers. There are three noble surnames in the full name, and the end is Rottecheld, but honestly, this is just the most inconspicuous of the three, because the first two are Fermoth and Constand. The Rottecheld family is the pride of the empire, but the dragon among thinkers and humans is the golden family of the entire continent. At that time, the wife chose Rottecheld among countless emperors, kings and princes. The young poet, the Empire once kindly said that it was not the poet's duke who married his wife, but married her. When she was protected by two gold crowns in treason, she did not have to die at all, but she still sacrificed love for love, rather than being an elegant widow who was still sought after. Now, with secrets and ambitions, her nephews and nieces finally came to this evil empire that was severely condemned by the two major gold families and imposed lasting trade squash. Augustine did not Treat these relatives as fools who can play, and immediately showed their identity, using the skillful white rose language and the relatively unfamiliar Augga language. The two relatives showed different distinct attitudes. Constant, known for their savage and rudeness, introduced themselves happily, and explained that the name Us originated from Augga "a country girl drunk by the god of wine". It sounded like a very feminine name. Fermoth, who is famous for his gentleness, Miss Zusili from this family, had cold eyes and tiptoeing on her slender heels, trying to look down on her relatives of the same age from the spiritual world and geographical heights. The lady full of wild gardenias gently pressed Miss Zusili on the footsteps. The latter seemed to have a good impression of this temporary translator, and just pouted to express her protest.

"I will prepare you accommodation in Alpha tonight? Count Marseille and I are friends. I believe he is willing to entertain the two of you with the most enthusiasm. But if you like the literary atmosphere of Champs Elysees Witch Street, I can provide a river-side room there, but the conditions may be relatively simple. Let's enjoy the scenery of Black Swan Lake tomorrow?" Augustine suggested. Just like a poor man, he saw a wealthy relative who came to visit, even if he was stingy or shabby, he would have to show off his family as a gift. Obviously, Us is a polite nobleman who is willing to accept other people's kindness and has no objection, and Miss Zusili is not so easy to speak. She rejected Augustine's suggestion and sneered: "Is it because your new home is more than a dozen streets worse than the Duke of Augsey City, and you dare not entertain a distinguished guest like me?"

Mrs. Elegant frowned. She could save some inappropriate actions, but the stinging words that ran out of her mouth were not saved. The City of Augs, for the Rottenchild family, was the birthplace of honor, and the city of sadness with flowers withering. It was deliberately used as a topic, just like a punch from Rottenchild face to face, which was something that the second-rate noble who had formed blood revenge would do. The Badge of Fermoth's Laurel Crown that she put away? What is the meaning? The husband with a calm face There was a little emotion in people's hearts that it was equivalent to any golden family that was even above the middle country, with a large number of strange heirs of nobles. Miss Zusili was too careless about conversation skills. It seemed that she was not a wise decision to act as her translator. Augustine had surprisingly no emotional ups and downs on her face, but just smiled and admitted: "Black Swan Lake is indeed not a place suitable for entertaining guests. The natural scenery is pretty good, but when it comes to room decoration, it is really not as good as the average wealthy family in Marceau County."

Augustine also added lightly: "Black Swan Lake is not my home."

A very light statement was not used, and even the sigh was not used, so the careless Miss Zusili didn't put it in her ears. She just insisted: "Go to Black Swan Lake right away! Then a country guy like you will know that Holstey is more suitable for the battlefield than your Haze bastard!"

Augustine was ridiculous and terrified. Where did this lady who had a certain degree of indifference and distant blood relationship with her, she had so many narrow senses of honor, and she seemed to be full of natural hostility towards herself, and was influenced by the family will? Augustine felt that the key to changing Zusili's decision was in the hands of the lady, so she looked at her, with a look of help. The lady did not disappoint him, took the hand of the little sweetheart of the Fermoth family and smiled: "Zusili, I am already very tired, and I can't stand the bumps from Alpha City to Black Swan Lake. I hope you can forgive me."

Zusili has always been intimate and reluctant to borrow from his friend's family, but he still acquiesced. Before the group left the Orange, the lady insisted on placing the black pearl necklace at the auction house. Augustine respected her principles, and did not want to protect the noble lady like a knight, and the white and flawless honor as if she were to death. Unexpectedly, this ungenital approach made Miss Zusili's impression of Augustine drop from hell to the next hell. Three carriages, Fermoth of the giant horse Halderland, Constand of the warm-blooded horse, and the golden scale badge of the most ordinary horses drove to Champs-Elysee Witch Street. This was the lady's decision. It turned out that Augustine did not let her

Disappointed, Witch Street, which has accumulated hundreds of years of unique literary atmosphere, is very suitable for rest. In the bookstore by the river, there were many writers who wrote excellent classics while drinking black tea. After Augustine monopolized half of the Champs-Elysia, he transformed several large bookstores into hotels, but did not destroy the overall layout of the bookstore. The top floor of the hotel adjacent to the river was opened into bedrooms, and there were countless books under his feet, which were not luxurious, but absolutely unique. The ladies and Us who lived in the two hotels were very satisfied. As for Miss Zusili's feelings, Augustine was too lazy to care about it. Doing business is like the belief of the people of the Muse mainland. The customers are gods, but there are always some names recorded in the divine spectrum that can be ignored.

Augustine lives alone in a smaller bookstore. Now the two girls, Agatha and Juliet, who are now the hostess of Champs Elysia, usually live here. Augustine did not disturb the guests' rest, but asked Agatha to find a pot of sparrow tongue gardenia to send it to her wife's room. Then Juliet chose two lyric poems he named and sent them together. Then she ordered a cup of the cheapest rich black tea and sat by the window on the first floor.

Looking through the "Advocate" is a book borrowed from Verdun's monastery, which tells how the demons sent teachers in angel robes to the human world to preach. Under this purpose, some heretic leaders and founders became the demons in "Advocate". They deny the creation of the Lord, deny the Father's best, beautiful, omniscient and omnipotent, "sow sinister tares in the rice", and use "the Almighty God can create a stone that cannot be moved.

"The absurdity of "deslandering our father". Augustine likes to read such books, not its logical reasoning, but detailed explanations at the root. Although there are still loopholes, it can inspire and broaden one's own thinking. Augustine has seen many priests with distinct personalities and read many books, but is still tireless, using the wisdom of his ancestors to make up for his own disadvantages. This effort to always reject a narrow vision will benefit from

The magic teacher in childhood. Juliet, who became a noble girl to a relatively valuable slave of Lolita, and then transformed from a slave to a chess piece of order, was influenced by the great consul, and developed the habit of reading every day. At this time, she sat next door, doing book picks, occasionally looking up and glanced at Agatha, who was sitting opposite the long order, who was very attentive. This "vast vase of the descendants of the last artist" was destined to be Juliet's lifelong enemy.

Agatha, who was becoming more and more feminine, took advantage of the long order to put down her book and looked at the night view outside the window and asked softly: "The long order, why do you always like to sit next to the window?"

Augustine turned her head, stared at the girl in front of her, and smiled, "This place can see more scenery."

Agatha smiled and admired her eyes, without deliberate praise. She knew that the young and powerful consul in front of her was not a great nobleman who would be moved by any hypocritical words.

Augustine turned around and waved to Juliet, signaling her to sit over together, and then poured them a cup of black tea himself. She ignored the excitement and excitement from the bottom of their eyes, and drew two badge patterns on a piece of paper, including the crown of osmanthus, and the centaur, and asked softly: "Do you know them?"

They each recognized one: "Felmoth." "Constand."

Augustine sighed: "They are all very old and powerful golden families. Unfortunately, no one in our empire has appeared. I hope there will be them in the future."

Agatha said carefully: "You can definitely lead Zi Yaohua into such a family!"

The cautious Juliet didn't speak.

Augustine smiled and reminded: "It's time for you to drink black tea."

The girls quickly lowered their heads and drank black tea.

Augustine stopped talking, and waited for them to finish a cup of black tea and said, "Go to rest early, and tomorrow's Witch Street will need two energetic little masters."

The girl dared not act spoiled casually. After drinking black tea, she bowed and left gently. Augustine continued to read "The Advocate" and thought about the true intentions of the two major families. Fermoth and Constant were different from those few royal families. They had a large number of outstanding heirs. These old but wise giants knew better than anyone that the greatest disaster of a family was not a temporary loss of power, nor was it the ranking of the top ten gold families from seventh to eighth or ninth, but the next one

The weakness of the helm, Fermoth has paid amazing attention to the cultivation of any direct heir since the first day of birth. The choice of the godfather brings the most elegant etiquette officer, the most profound literary teacher, and of course the powerful magic teacher and knight, as well as arranging future marriages from a young age. Every step is full of wisdom in dealing with the world, like a chess player who is most proficient in Paya war chess, familiar with the rules and the meaning of each piece. And Constand

It is even more "rude and interesting". This warrior with the Dragon Clan Museum has a very simple and simple screening of heirs. He throws it into the battlefield one by one. Whoever lives to the end will be the next head of the family who controls the Centaur badge. The one mentioned most is that the owner of this family is often the illegitimate son of some big figures. Each new head of the family who is incubated with the killing can inject more barbaric and bloody colors into the family. Kous, a young man who has been together for a short time

, it seems different from ordinary members of the centaur family. As for Miss Zusli, it is more appropriate to replace the family position with Us. These two relatives who do not match the family temperament look like guests who are highly desirable in the family. Does it mean that Fermoth and Constant are perfunctory and disregarded? Augustine tapped the "Advocative Teaching" with his fingers, which happened to be on a line: Those short-sighted heretics, even in the most sacred church, cannot see God.

The wife, who was the translator, appeared alone at the door of the bookstore and knocked on the door politely, both light and heavy, just in time to remind Augustine.

Augustine stood up to greet her, and she said softly: "I just walked here, I hope I did not disturb the reading of the Grand Consul."

Augustine sat down after she shook her head and said, "I'm really sorry, there's only cold black tea on the table."

The lady's words and eyes are always full of convincing sincerity. "You are already a very considerate and considerate host. I like the pot of sparrow tongue gardenia and two collections of poems. As a guest, if you are dissatisfied, you are really not a qualified guest."

Augustine said helplessly: "It would be great if Miss Zusili had one-tenth of her wife's understanding."

The lady smiled softly, not extending to the topic. She glanced at the scholastic philosophy book that Augustine had already put together and asked, "Can I borrow it?"

Augustine gently pushed "Advisor" to her and blinked and smiled: "Of course. Sharing gold coins with others may not be so pleasant, but sharing knowledge is definitely a happy thing."

The lady nodded, and a charming curve slightly curled up. Augustine saw that the lady smiled just meant not to hate, but the more hidden curved curved corners proved that she was really happy. Augustine remembered some of the time buried deep in her heart, but soon restrained her thoughts and re-sumed the battlefield. Yes, it was the battlefield. Dimit, the Avenger of the Seth family, once said that its owner was more like walking from one battlefield to another than its Seth family.

At that time, Augustine replied that I had not sat on another throne from one throne. The prince's servant smiled and said: It was only a matter of time. It was difficult for Augustine to dislike such servants. The lady just read the preface to "The Advocate" and returned the book to Augustine. Unfortunately, this was not a book that she would spend time reading carefully. This was in Augustine's expectation, so he asked Juliet to send a book called "A Reed of Thought" instead of another book.

She was not an interlocutor who would make the atmosphere uneven. She found an entry point and asked curiously: "Ask a question that has troubled me for a long time. Since the first sacred book of the Vatican Church clearly stated that 'not those who are talking about the Lord, Lord, can enter the kingdom of heaven', why did the Madhiola where you were at that time be more demanding than any monastery or seminary in the Empire?'

Augustine thought for a moment and said calmly: "The Gospels Volume 16, 49, 'It is not to say that Lord, Lord, you can enter the kingdom of heaven, but those who carry the will of the Father.' Madam, the second half of the sentence has actually given the answer. The reason why Madhyaola is sacred is not the arduous form of praying for six days, but the "Performing the will of the Father" behind this form that is regarded as a rigid and rigid by a small group of people. I believe you know that since Madhyaola was founded, it has not received any donations or attended any feasts. If it was just the persistence of a generation, it may be described as an alternative gimmick, but this is a tradition that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The saints, pastors and archbishops in the cardinal, even if they are in high positions, are leaving the monastery to insist on these tedious prayers, but these prayers are often not valued and well-known."

The lady asked with a smile, "Are you the same?"

Augustine answered from a different perspective: "I wanted to be lazy back then, but I was punished by my godfather to copy the scriptures countless times, so I had to develop this habit."

The corner of the lady's mouth curled up again and said sincerely: "The Teachings are worthy of any loud praise."

Augustine smiled and said, "That's not what my godfather wanted."

"I like the sentence "Teaching" 'Whoever exalts himself will be defamed; whatever defamed himself will be exalted'." The lady nodded. Any book is the author's confession, and careful readers can use it to peek into the author's inner world. She is such a reader, so she respects the saint who wrote the Teaching. At this time, the young man sitting in front of her is the interpreter of this Holy See's classic. She has always been curious and has some small questions and hopes to be answered. Seeing that she was not ready to ask for a while, Augustine fell into her own contemplation. The last robe sewn by the godfather was damaged. When will the remaining five volumes of "Teaching" be published publicly?

This lady, who is still a shadow, has moved to some more relaxed topics. Augustine's rich travel and extensive reading made him cope easily. The lady actually had an understanding of the administrative system of various kingdoms. Otherwise, it would be impossible to say that the Augusta Empire had only five fixed dukes, "Bavaria", "Anderson", "Sason", "Brandenburg" and "Stefan". Her evaluation of the Bianrong Earls of Gerry, was very pertinent, both of the softness of women and the coldness of bystanders.

Jing, when the topic turned to horses, she even knew that the young orphans of Ulm Army, a specialty of the northwest of the empire, were fostered by another mare, the groom used the milk of the "stepmother" to apply the mare to the orphans to increase the degree of acceptance of the orphans. She also knew very well about the court life of several empires, and was even more familiar with the words and sentences of "The Wealth of Nations". As the topics expanded, Augustine increasingly appreciated this lady who was not limited to beautiful poetry collections and knight literature.

The light and bright ending of the conversation, and the topic shifted back to a heavy but not heavy religion, is undoubtedly the area where Augustine has the most say. You see, what a delicate and intelligent lady this is.

She asked in a puzzled tone: "The Teachings tell us that our bodies are palaces of the Holy Spirit. So what about those who have been judged as heresy by the Holy Church?"

This exploration has already involved the last five volumes of "Teachings". Augustine hesitated and explained the sensitive issue with a vague and general statement: "They are just lambs who lost their way in the church jungle outside the palace. If they are lost, they can still be redeemed. Perhaps we cannot use words and gestures to point out churches ten miles away for those who are myopic, but we can lead them on the right path and with them."

The lady looked at Augustine, the first time she stared at him so attentively.

Augustine smiled and said, "The answer to this question is only an ordinary reader who has just finished reading "Teaching and Advocate".

The lady smiled intoxicatingly and stood up to say goodbye.

After the lady left, Us, who had not brought his servant, came.

He is a very honest noble heir. "Cousin Augustine, my family wants to know whether you need help now, because you are already the heir recognized by Constant. To put it more directly, you are now a qualified competitor to the next Centaur badge. Of course, I am destined not to be your enemy. Constant desires a family member like you, not a mediocre heir who cannot raise a sword and shield. Already."

Augustine replied: "No. I know that to be a 'contender' in Constant, there are two basic requirements, killing a competitor and completing tasks arranged by a family, are unsolvable problems for me."

Us looked puzzled and showed greater sincerity, saying, "Although these two problems are not easy to solve, it is not easy to become a competitor, and you can obtain certain valuable resources in itself. Augustine, plus you, there are only twelve competitors in this Constant. Like me, I have been excluded from the ranks of heirs, so I am your cousin now, and you don't need to worry about it. This time I came to your empire just to give you a pair of dragon armor symbolizing the identity of "Centaur Contender". It is a very high-end collection of our family museum. It is made of three high-level dragon bones and is called the 'leader will'. So the family really attaches great importance to you and ranks you in the fourth place in the top!"

Augustine said calmly: "According to Constant's rules, if I accept the 'leader', who will I be drawn to compete with?"

Us looked a little embarrassed and said softly: "Turing, who is ranked second."

Augustine smiled and said, "Cousin Us, is this a bad news?"

Us sighed and did not deny it, but still tried to convince Augustine: "But accepting any challenge and stepping on the corpses of all enemies, including relatives, to the top is Constant's first family rule."

This is not a pale and empty word. For example, in this competition, a biological father and son were drawn to fight each other. Unlike Augustine, they happily accepted their fate.

Augustine showed a very unkind stubbornness, "I refuse."

Us changed a more tactful way, "I hope you can win in my heart. I believe you are a winner who can also speak to me in the future as the head of the family. I can represent an important branch of the Constand family where I am, and promise to bring you all the support within your ability."

Augustine smiled and said, "Cousin Us, I don't want to conduct business tests with you now, but I really can't accept this kind of good intention."

Us looked a little lonely, but he still didn't give up: "Augustin, you also saw my entourage. That was just the tip of the iceberg of my family. Can't you still be moved?"

Augustine shook her head and said, "If this competition is ten years late, I will promise you without hesitation."

Us showed a reluctant smile, took a deep breath, and tried to relieve herself: "Well, you may be one of the few guys in the family history who are willing to refuse to participate in the competition. I'm very happy to know you."

Augustine laughed at herself: "Do I know that once I refuse once, I will be rejected by the Centaur badge for life and be recognized as its descendants."

Us, who is more like a poet than an orthodox heir to the ancient family, said sadly: "So I hope you can think carefully about it again. After all, you are one of the twelve people closest to that position. This opportunity makes many people tremble when they think of it."

Augustine quipped: "Cousin Us, at least you are not, so we can sit here and talk about some small topics right away. We may not have any ideals or ambitions, but we can bring our late friendship and family closer."

Their subsequent conversation was indeed very casual. Augustine also learned from Us that Zusili was just a Miss Fermoth who was attracted by the minstrels and ran away from home without permission. However, her father did not kill her daughter's arrogance, but asked Us, who was visiting the White Rose, to take the innocent daughter. All this, Miss Zusili, who had no inherited family wisdom, had never known about it. She just felt that she was carrying a servant like a female rider.

It is a cool feat to go into strange fields. In Jupiter, very close to County Marceau, he "lucky" met his friend's friend, the lady who understood her behavior, and walked together to Alpha City, Marceau County. On the way, he learned a few sacred empire languages ​​that were so badly pronounced by her. He felt that he could read the most obscure scholastic philosophical works in the empire. This is Miss Zusili's unique brilliant confidence.

Farewell to Us cousin, Augustine walked towards the night outside the door and walked along the riverside trail, but accidentally saw Zusili, who was reaching into the river barefoot. She sat by the river, and behind her was the burly bell tower monster, Kasimdo.

Augustine was about to take a detour, but was called by Zu Sili. Judging from the posture, if she didn't stop, she would be carried on her shoulder and thrown into the river. Augustine really didn't want to show the power of the Sacramentary Department with a relative here, so she walked over and stood by the river. Compared to being closer to the monster and farther away from her.

The lady's question was very straightforward and vulgar: "I heard that you are the youngest giant in the Vatican Church. How did you do it? Is it paving the way with the saint's godfather?"

Augustine replied, “Yes.”

Miss Zu Sili said contemptly: "It's so sad."

Augustine continued, “I think so.”

She stepped on the water with her feet, splashing water, turned to look at Augustine and said with a spitting look: "Where do you have the dignity of Fermoth's blood flowing? Even if you are only a tiny dozen, you should be ashamed of this!"

Augustine said calmly: "I think I should have died immediately in shame, but I am afraid that this way of death is not worthy of Fermoth's glory."

Miss Zusili was quite satisfied with the first half of the sentence, but finally heard the irony in the second half of the sentence, and immediately screamed and ordered the servant to say, "Qasimodo, smash this guy with no sense of honor into the river!"

The stranger said: "My mother said to treat people who have never committed crimes with kindness."

The lady said nervously and angry: "You fool, you are an orphan, without parents!"

The weird man said stupidly: "My mother said that only those trees that do not bear good fruit should pick up the axe placed on the roots of the tree, and they will definitely cut it down and throw it into the fire. But Qasimdor likes this person."

Augustine smiled knowingly and said, "Qasimodo, I like you too."

Miss Zu Sili slapped the water with her hands and feet, and said crazy: "I'm so angry that I'm a fool, a coward!"

Augustine ignored the psychopath and just asked the weirdo softly: "Qasimodo, are you the latest nine in the [Sage]?"

The weird man scratched his head and looked at the lady, not knowing how to answer the question, but his actions that he did not want to lie but did not know how to cover it up had already explained everything.

Zu Sili stopped his irritable movements and stared at Augustine with vigilance. Quasimodo entered the sage and became the only human leader. This is a secret that only a few people in the Fermoth family knew.

Augustine whispered: "Don't be nervous, I'm just guessing."

Zu Sili, who is not good at wasting time on headaches, quickly ignored it automatically. She is not like a direct member of the "thinker" Fermoth. This lady who likes to carry a horse whip to the etiquette officer is recognized as a naughty in the family. She does not have the important talents that are essential for all celebrities such as literature, poetry, painting, and financial management. She has sloppy swordsmanship and riding skills, and her magic attainments are ordinary. Everything is not eye-catching, but this does not prevent her from obtaining it.

The doting of her father and the master of her hometown, who made her the most extraordinary naughty little guy who was the most extraordinary in the extraordinary Fermoth? Not everyone dared to draw on the face of the master of Fermoth. What’s abominable is that the improvisational work is so unrelated to talent. Even if she added two beards to the lady in the precious oil painting "Madame Seanley" collected by the family, the master of her hometown just laughed it off, preventing her grandson from punishing this naughty great-granddaughter.

Miss Zu Sili sat up, holding her shoes and socks in her hand, and said something illogical: "No matter how lucky you are, you are far worse than my fiancé!"

Augustine smiled and said, "I'm glad that Miss Zusili has found a fiancé who is more fortunate than me. He must be brave, handsome, knowledgeable, perfect, and most importantly, lucky to meet a fiancée like you."

The lady hummed, "Of course!"

The monster from the Bell Tower nodded and said, "Miss' fiancé, Quasimo has seen it countless times, very handsome!"

Augustine observed a moment of silence for the handsome guy in her heart.
Chapter completed!