The fat boss is obviously also a creature of "King Control". Seeing Augustine chooses the whip he loves most in private, plus 5 bourbon silver coins in his hand, his smiling face not only flatters but also adds a bit of self-righteous tacit understanding. He has a little admiration for the young foreigner who is shabby but has a unique taste. After all, ordinary masters choose little loli for training and development, but the customers who look serious are developing directly towards the "King". The so-called king control is the opposite of the queen control. The little loli does not have an extra flexible body and gentle personality, so it is difficult for the king to be controlled by the king.

So the "aweful" fat man explained the commercial distribution of the crow market in detail to Augustine. The black market for magic props Augustine needed is in the Dunkton underground trade zone not far from the Orange of the Francophone. In addition, there is a higher-end Champs-Elysium Witch Street in the northernmost corner of the crow. More than 20 shops of various sizes have a long history of at least a hundred years, and there are even two brands that are said to be as old as the Vatican Church. The fat man has only heard of one of the signs, the Pope.

Augustine did not go to the bustling Duncton Trade Zone as Elizabeth wished, headed straight to Witch Street, and found the "Pope" prop shop at the end of the street. Witch Street looked particularly gloomy and darker than the noisy and noisy crow market. The narrow stone road was filled with silent people in black robes.

The level of the Imperial Magician is more complicated and strict than arcane and gamma. It is different from the two main professions of the Knight and Swordsman who are unable to wear identity badges under level 10. Each level of magician officially recognized by the Empire has the right to put badges on the chest of the magic robe. Levels 1 to 3 are low-level, wearing magic badges of Sugenca, 4 to 6 are middle-level, and wearing purple lily flower badges.

7 to 9 are the high-level sword butterfly chrysanthemum association badges. For example, Augustine, who has obtained the level 5 magician qualification of the Magic Association, can wear two-petal purple lily, and advance to the great magician at level 10. From 10 to 16, the tulip flower badge will also increase from a single petal to 6 petals that are enough for ordinary magicians to worship.

From 17 to 20, most magicians in this rank enter the Royal Magic Society, either coaching at the cradle of the Imperial Magicians Morgan Academy, or occupies a high position in the local county and provincial magic associations, with a very small number scattered in the large families of the Empire and becoming the noble family magic teachers. They usually receive a Golden Triple Leaf Crop Medal with the Imperial Prime Minister or occasionally issued by Emperor Jupit the Great.

The Holy Empire can withstand the "Son of the God of War" Titan Empire, which launches a tide offensive almost every five years. Of course, it is not the Holy Coffin Knights and Holy Swordsmen, which are only one-quarter of the "War Maniac" Titans, but the huge team of magicians and arcane artists second only to the Prague Dynasty. An Imperial Think Tank has analyzed that the cost of cultivating a Titan's initial-level Holy Coffin Knight is 1.6 times that of the Imperial Magic Sage, so the most words of the Holy Empire court mage, "It is our spell that drags the wheels of the Titan chariot and breaks the spear of the Titan Devil."

Someone disdained this, "Twenty years ago, the Black Rose Knights, the most blood-contaminated in the Empire, blocked the crazy attack of the Titans. It was Prince Odise who used the entire Knights to pull the Titans the most sinister and bloody hawkish general group in a century together with their fanatical followers into hell. 20 years later, the Empire Caesar gold coins stuffed with the pockets of the Titan nobles slowed down the pace of the war beast, the great meritorious imperial magician? Proud guys, go to the southern battlefield to see. The corpse that is most strung on the Titan spear is the ignorant and weak you."

He was Augustine's father, and later regarded as the No. 2 Traitor dressed in the cloak of an empire's elegant poet.

Augustine has never participated in large-scale military operations, but she is extremely sure that there is no commander who is well versed in knight warfare and magic deployment. His magicians are often slower than knights or even infantry. Once the enemy is pulled closer, their dazzling spells will definitely not work as expected in front of the army. At that time, they will only be unilateral slaughter. The Titan Knights like to do the most is to stab the mage-wearing magician with one shot, then string the corpses together, and pick them on the sharp spear soaked in blood. That is the knight's biggest and silent bright red honor.

Therefore, the cowardly Master Augustine has never chosen to devote himself to magic books since childhood, and has not been intoxicated by it. Even if he has a magic teacher who is more beautiful than Miss Elizabeth and must be closer to the gods, Augustine only chose to believe in her rather than magic. For Augustine, who is more conscious of crisis than the Duke and Prince Odise, he can sleep more peacefully by mastering more skills.

Your own strength is the last and most reliable ace in this world.

This is the fundamental reason that supports him to reach the advanced level by 9 main professions in the empire. As for whether he still has a little desire to be qualified to blaspheme the body of the witch Artemis, it is all the secrets buried deep in the hearts of the empire's public enemies.

The black-robed magicians walking on the Champs-Elysia Witch Street mostly wear sword butterfly chrysanthemum badges, and occasionally one or two elderly tulip badges will pass by Augustine. The profession of the magician may be a path that may win great honors, but it is definitely a path of silence. Except for the empire darlings like Constantine who are extremely talented and lucky in a big family, Augustine happens to have a lot of mustard with the young upstarts in Jupiter City.

When he had hoped to improve this situation, Prince Odise was sent to the statue of Saint Urban, and Rottenchild also slid into the abyss of darkness. The Flower of Augs Song, who was originally quite interested in him, also wisely changed the investment target. After all, Napoleon, the Grand Priest, as the old pastoral godson, is the hottest celebrity in the imperial capital at present. I am afraid that even Emperor Jupiter would have to take the time to look at this young, pious, but quiet and kind short young man.

Augustine stood across the street, looking at the antique shop that was much simpler than expected, and did not rush into it. Elizabeth, who obviously prefers the underground market in Dunkton, said impatiently: "I know you don't want the many observers hiding in the dark to know your background. After all, a guy owns two bottles of Hero Poppy's "hot springs" of unknown origin, which is a new thing that can make the Crow Fair boil for a long time, but aren't you afraid that a strange and unlucky guy in Witch Street recognizes the Longan Titan Staff in your hand? The trouble will only be greater at that time! You short-sighted coward!"

"I'm not afraid of dealing with big guys like Greenspan, or even going to war. But I'm very troubled with the greedy little nobles in Alpha City. The former doesn't care whether I own two bottles or ten bottles of Hero Poppy Magic Liquid. They must be more interested in today's auction of Leaf Orange, but the latter will." Augustine disagreed and decided to enter the "pope". This sign that would definitely not appear in the imperial capital, in the Holy Empire.

The Pope is a taboo word that needs to be above the Titans. Because of the serious differences in the doctrines such as "whether the Pope is invincible", Baitigan was divided into two parts: the Byzan O'Capital and the Vatican Vatican Vatican. The powerful Byzan O'Capital was the spiritual father of the entire continent. Vatican was eventually accepted by the Holy Empire and as the state religion, the two expelled the Pope and Patriarch from each other. This is the root cause of the endless secret battle between the Pope and the Sacramentary Department.

"But I want to go to Dunkton, and the fat man said there are a lot of beautiful magic powders there that can beautify." Elizabeth frowned and finally told the truth.

"When I have money in my pocket, I am no longer a dangerous person with two bottles of conch hot springs. Of course, I will take Miss Elizabeth to Dunkton to feast my eyes. I think a miser with 40,000 Caesar gold coins in my pocket. When dealing with a lady butler who is dedicated to housework, I am willing to take out dozens of gold coins to buy some rewards." Augustine smiled.

Elizabeth was moved by Augustine's rare generosity and she burst into tears. She had forgotten how long she had eaten black bread with one and a half copper plate every day. When she was thirsty, she could only drink the water of Black Swan Lake. When she was tired, she only had the cold wooden bed without gooseberry sheets. Occasionally, she wanted to go to Augustine's small bed to get a little warmth, and she would kick her down by him. Queen Elizabeth, who lamented the tragic fate, could only transfer her anger to the head of a pet whose fate was even more tragic than her.

There was no strange old man who dozed off or wrinkled old witch in the antique shop "Pope", but a young girl Professor Shirley. A pure angel face that would make men feel innocent even if they killed someone. It was paired with the hottest prostitute of the White Rose Principality, which was inferior to the devil figure, especially the pair of weapons on her chest that were enough to make a bard praise the Creator, which made Augustine stunned for a long time. If this girl in a clean black and white maid outfit appeared alone, Augustine would never be dull at all, but she stood alone in this antique shop with a Gothic style that sounded like a name. She tiptoed to wipe the glass cabinet with a feather duster. When she touched the height, she would jump gently. What was shaken was naturally the two heavy beautiful balls on her chest. Miss Elizabeth wanted to immediately pull out a whip and beat her.

"Beautiful lady, can you buy a 'hot spring' here?" Augustine asked with a smile, looking at the antique shop without any trace. There are not many collections, but each piece is a luxury item that only level 10 or above magic has the power to fully control. Not far from Augustine is a row of "praise"-level black crystal magic wands. What is amazing is that those magic wands are made of "late autumn"-level black crystals that are not scarce.

In the field of magic training, magic craftsmen who can make props of two levels different from each other are already geniuses. The "Late Autumn" which belongs to the flawless level ranks fifth in the mineral rating, and "Song" is already the 9th level of sacred, epic, and aria. Then the master who created these crystal magic wands is undoubtedly a madman among geniuses. The value and price of such a magic wand are 8 times that of aria-level equipment, or even higher. The extremely amazing Augustine's vision never returns to "

In addition to the magic wand, there are also robes and a large number of praise-level magic powder and liquids alchemy from the "Winter Bird"-level minerals. Augustine finally discovered a rule that made him laugh and cry but was extremely shocking. The props and equipment of this antique shop in the public's view can be among the luxury ranks, but it is definitely not more expensive and rare than some collection stores on Witch Street. But it is definitely the only big-name antique shop that can raise the price to an exaggerated level. Augustine believes that the good things that the "Popular" really collects will be valuable.

"Dear sir, we only purchase hot springs above the 'weight bud' level. If it is a conch poppies with a capacity of 95 or above, we will definitely give you a satisfactory price." The innocent maid turned around and smiled, innocent, like a little girl who was not well-versed in the world. It is hard to imagine that the "Pope" would be assured to let such a character manage the store. It looks like she is a simple vase that was abducted to bed by a handsome noble master with a few sweet words.

"You can identify it." Augustine took out a beautiful crystal bottle carved with centaur patterns.

"Perfect Conch Pork! This is the second time I have seen such a pure hot spring. The 99:99 camera talisman, sir, are you really going to sell this little guy? It is not an ordinary Conch Pork Hot Spring. If I remember correctly, such a cute hot spring has not appeared in the Empire Market for many years. I advise you to take it to Morgan City. Believe me, respected sir, there will be a lot of great magicians above level 10 to buy it at a sky-high price! Someone even borrowed loans from the damn blood-sucking banker and owned it!" The girl with infinitely attractive figure but cool dressed up exclaimed, with her sincere face that should never appear on a businessman's face.

"Don't you want to buy it here?" Augustine said embarrassedly, and an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

It seems that he despised these little guys carved with ancient Centaur badges from the beginning, and right, the eternal elegant Duchess always gave his most distressed son the best thing.

Her greatest pleasure, who has three ancient surnames, is listening to Augustine recite "The Flowers Immortal" in a tender and crisp voice.

At that time, the sky in Augs Song City was always clear, and the sunshine in Rottenchild was always warm. The wise and kind mother would tell her children the stories of the dragon and the princess.

"My child, killing the dragon and saving the princess is something that the warriors do. Just be a carefree nobleman. When you grow up, your mother will find you the most touching girl in the empire. OK?"

At that time, the mediocre heir of Luo Tong Child would always slouch with a foolish and nodded vigorously.

Augustine's eyes were dull and dull.

"Of course I do, but the price is definitely not as good as the Morgan auction. This is 100,000 Caesar gold coins and 100 Empire Caesar coupons. You can take a closer look." The girl handed Augustine 100 Empire Caesar coupons worth 1,000 Caesar gold coins. The huge wealth of the 100,000 Caesar gold coins was handed over to Augustine like a handkerchief. She quickly took the crystal bottle, as if she was afraid that the guests in front of her would regret it.

"Sorry, I'll take it back." Augustine suddenly shook her head.

"Sir, do you think the price I gave is not fair enough?"

The deals in the "pope" never bargained. This time, the girl seemed to be unable to help breaking this ancient and stereotyped rule and said sincerely: "I will add another 20,000 Caesar gold coins, sir, this is my greatest sincerity. It is impossible to have a higher price in the Crow Fair and Champs Elysees."

Augustine shook her head gently and gave the girl a stack of Caesar vouchers that could quickly get rid of his status as a poor nobleman and qualified to enter the Orange Auction of the Legal Bar. She put away the crystal bottle again, and turned around and walked out of the "pope" in the shock, anger and confusion of the girl. The girl stood there, she did not feel that this middle-level magician in ordinary robes wanted to make a fortune on a bottle of conch hot springs to the distant Morgan Plain. She could see that he had no desire for wealth when he refused this deal. A young magician without hot greed did not have that ambition and speculative hobby.

The weird girl with a figure comparable to Professor Shirley's horns snapped her fingers. A delicate and beautiful long-tailed black canary walked through the window and stopped on her arm. She tore off a piece of white paper, wrote a passage, and stuffed it into the mouth of the black canary. This is a mechanical bird representing the high level of the Vatican Ministry of Science and Technology. It is a crystal of wisdom that perfectly integrates magic and alchemy.

The girl's voice suddenly changed from the lightness of her conversation with Augustine to a mature charm, and she said to herself: "Little Alice from the Greenspan family, it seems that I have found you a good personal magic teacher."

Augustine walked out of the pope, sighed and apologized: "Elizabeth, I can only owe you dozens of Caesar gold coins."

This time, the Loli Housekeeper, who lost a lot of wealth, was surprisingly unhappy. She held Augustine's hand gently and smiled: "Public Augustine, after you return to Black Swan Lake, can you sing "Lullaby" to me before going to bed?"

Augustine nodded and said, "Okay, Miss Elizabeth."

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Elizabeth did not answer because she knew the solemnity in Augustine's heart.

As she said, she was the only one who accompanied a pauper on the darkest journey of his life.

At this moment, she is the real Queen Elizabeth of mature wisdom.
Chapter completed!