"His consul, you are so funny." Mrs. Quentin was stunned for a moment and immediately calmed down. She looked at the young man in front of her up close, spreading her hands and holding a teacup. In her eyes, she looked like a court poet who was preparing to recite poems. As for the initial shock of knowing that he was the chief of the [Order], it was much lessening. After all, it was just like others treated her, because there was a baby face that defeated time, no one would speculate in the direction of heresy who minored in the undead art.

"Alice, go and serve me another cup of Ceylon Heights black tea. I like to drink warm, so don't worry." Augustine smiled and handed Alice the exquisite tea cup.

"Now?" Alice hesitated. Although she had been away from the imperial politicians under the care of her family, away from blood and conspiracy, no matter how simple she could see that the atmosphere between Augustine and Aunt Quentin was not harmonious. Augustine just wanted to help her out. In the end, Alice took the teacup and ran to the main balcony of Daisy's Tower, where the private butler would help her ensure the popularity and taste of Ceylon black tea.

"I'm not only funny, but also very interesting." After Augustine and Alice left the hall, they smiled without fear. In the huge map hall, there was only a young man who dared to enter the White Elephant Castle alone, and a young lady with a swaying identity.

"I can hear the funny thing, but it's hard to say." Mrs. Quentin tilted her head, and her firm chest tilted slightly."

"When cosmo arrives, Mrs. Quentin will be 100% sure." Augustine laughed softly, his gaze did not stop at her plump breasts as spectacular as the mainland territory, but turned to look at the Maideola Monastery in the northwest county province of the empire, where he was expected to inherit the status of Godfather and become the spiritual father of the entire county province. The seminary taught a noble young master how to resist various desires.

"Why should I invite a pure guest from the Hualu territory to [Order] and sit on the balcony of the White Elephant Castle and drink black tea to see the scenery?" Mrs. Quentin said innocently. Her expression was seriously inconsistent with her actual age and mature mind. She looked at the man a few steps away with her pitiful eyes. Now she is no longer surprised why a young magician with poor nuclear weights can have a perfect talisman [hot spring]. Since he is the consul Augustine who created the miracle of the Holy See, the more unrealistic things are, the more normal it is. It is very simple reverse thinking.

In the Queen's Antique Store on Champs-Elysia's Witch Street, Quentin is very sure of Augustine's nuclear weight scale, because the gammaster is born with a keen ability to capture magic fluctuations. This ability to be favored by one-way is similar to the "closeness" of the elemental magician to various elements, but now she can no longer accurately guess the upper limit of his hidden abilities, but she does not believe in the young giant's metaphor about nuclear weights.

Greenspan's royal magician Old Carver didn't dare to stand in the hall with a teacup, saying the exaggerated description.

So before Augustine answered, Mrs. Quentin took a step, pulled the distance closer again, and smiled charmingly: "Further, the great consul who insisted on taking me to the castle of Sinaia to talk about doctrine, where did you get the confidence to take me away from the Hualu Manor protected by Greenspan?"

Each human has a nuclear weight of different capacity. This is a separate gift from the Creator to humans. Generally speaking, nuclear weights are the treasures of the magicians. The size of the treasure varies from person to person. The so-called magic genius is to open the treasure door when he was young and dig out potential wealth. Constantine, the treasure of the "Northern Owufu Family Treasure" who is in the city of Augs, or the "witch" of the Rottenchild lineage, are all magic darlings that surpassed Augustine's ten major streets in his youth. Poor Augustine can only escape dangers by studying heretic magic circles again and again, or to squeeze potential in some of the most basic magic skills. Three carved door posts are erected in front of the Mayan Temple in the Holy Land, and the god Saint Carlo on the left gives humans a proverb: The nuclear weights are an invisible sacred lever. Children, go find the fulcrum and then pry up an empire or even a continent.

The magic scale, that is, the capacity of the nuclear weight, is strictly set by the Imperial Magic Guild, and it also accounts for a large rating share in the magician selection. Augustine, who has been crazy about 9 main professions, has clearly recorded the latest magic certificate obtained by him. The magic control power reaches the amazing master level, but the capacity of the nuclear weight is the level of a cold intermediate level 6 magician. This makes him have the mind and mind of a giant, but only a dwarf body, and he is struggling on the road of magic.

"Since I dare to visit Hualu Manor, it is equivalent to being prepared to deal with the worst situation from the beginning." Augustine said calmly, turning a blind eye to Quentin's closer distance.

"How bad is the worst? I think it may be a little bit higher than you imagined in the end?" Mrs. Quentin smiled.

The White Elephant Castle, which has few servants on the surface, has a degree of defense. She is confident that it is far beyond the imagination of young people. "The Empire is the empire of the nobles." This is a hidden but unquestionable truth, not even the empire of His Majesty, because every noble who occupies a place on the stage of the Holy Empire has complex forces in addition to its strength, just like a plant in the desert, just like the top 20 Luotong Child family, even if they are convicted of treason, they will be threatening assassination of Emperor Jupit no less than 10 times. Therefore, a magic sage, a holy coffin knight, or a prince-level vampire cannot compete with a family with its strong individual strength, especially an old noble.

Mrs. Quentin, who knows Greenspan, knows more about White Elephant Castle, not only does not fear a title of [Order], but also does not care about a young man. She is not afraid of under the bed, and of course she is not afraid of on the bed. She even says that she has some dispensable expectations.

She deliberately stretched out her right hand and pressed it against her cheek.

The slender little finger indeed has a dark golden ancient Latin text.

"In the past two years, I have been working hard to become a qualified politician. The effect is subtle. I found that it is easy and easy to do it, because the politicians in the Empire like to compete with chips too much, and are not willing to take big risks. They always want to make a profit by talking." Augustine took out two red and black gloves, which was the secret private wealth left to him by Rottenchild. He finally didn't have the patience to continue to accompany a little gamma master in circles, climbing to the top of the second only to the Teutonic giant in the Sacramentary Vigil organization. How could it be funny and interesting?

"No more fun?" Mrs. Quentin or the girl Quentin pretended to be in panic.

"Well, I'm still waiting for Alice's cup of black tea to warm up first." Augustine grinned and showed a rare violent smile.

Because he chose the highest level of Knight faith [Practical], he was unable to enjoy the body of women in recent years, and he lacked the most lovely way for the nobles of the empire. When all dark emotions such as irritability, hatred, greed, etc. accumulate in Augustine's heart, and after reaching a certain boundary, he could not withstand more "tease". More importantly, he was more eager to know how deep the nuclear weight was after bathing in the Holy Descendant.

The greater the bet, the risk and the return will definitely be proportional to the benefit, but once the bet is won, the fruits of victory will definitely be very fruitful.

Augustine strongly summoned a [Saint Urban] that seemed to be symbolic far exceeding the actual nature. The afterglow of the Holy Descendant firstly allowed Elizabeth’s two golden subspecies pets to level 8, which was only one step away from the vertex of the biological evolution chain. The Black Mamba King Snake was thrown into the Black Swan Lake again by Elizabeth, so as not to threaten the underground castle of Shinigko by blasting the bottom of the glass lake. The Nile White Python guards the 8th floor nest, where there are a series of research results of the Shaman Queen.

The second advantage is that Prince Dimit sleeps in the blood stone tablet, and welcomes the new term, which is the second-last time for the Dark Monarch. It turns out that the remaining blood "coffin" is the best habitat for vampires, almost equivalent to the meaning of [Black Water] to the wolf clan. In addition, the most hidden and terrifying change is that [Saint Urban] opened a confinement magic circle behind Augustine during the awakening of the abyss plane. It is called [Morbius Ring], which is a mysterious magic circle that Augustine was born in Luotongchild since the first day.

In addition, the witch Artemis, Augustine's private magic teacher in childhood, also set up two magic circles, [Nipelon-Root Heart] and [13 Saints]. These magic circles that never load into official or even heretic books have been with Augustine for more than 20 years. They had no idea about [Morbius Ring] before. After untied, Augustine realized that it was a powerful magic circle that restrained his nuclear weights. In addition to imprisonment and checks and balances, they also have a ability similar to "[collapse] and [pet]". Once liberated at a suitable critical point, the previously suppressed nuclear weights will increase exponentially.

Augustine is now like a wild horse that has broken away from its reins. After its strength has skyrocketed, it can't help but rush around.

"You really plan to take action on a girl with a pure heart, Lord Augustine?" Mrs. Quentin said with tears in her eyes, but her eyes were full of contempt.

"I'm missing a qualified female slave." Augustine smiled and put on two gloves.

"I wonder which military strategist has said that the most crowded Sparrow Knights of the Academic Affairs Council may not be able to conquer the Hualu Manor. Do you have to challenge the barbarians alone? Do you think you are the king of the Holy Coffin Knights and can defeat a thousand-person Knights? Lord Augustine, your unparalleled confidence touched me, Luo Tongzild never lost her 'war bloodline'." Mrs. Quentin's tone was full of joking.

"I hope that your mouth can still maintain such agility when you arrive in the uncomfortable bed of Shinig Castle." Augustine narrowed her eyes and stood there, ready to go.
Chapter completed!