Archbishop Ram's aristocratic wisdom is proportional to the weight of his bloated fat body. This is also an important reason why his extremely noble archbishop's uncle was willing to cultivate him. The priests of the empire need more and more noble minds to be promoted, rather than rigidly following dogmas. This is the biggest public secret of the Holy Empire's Holy Empire's Holy Empire's Holy Empire in the past fifty years. The archbishop does not mind spreading the "Teaching" to the young consul in front of him. The "Teaching" is originally Vatragan

The recognized classic teachings are, after all, not only are the descendants of a traitor who holds the title of leader of the Sacramentary Department, but also a beautiful lady with a graceful but aggressive figure, and three undead puppets with a terrifying aura. The fat man's eyes are gently turned to measure the pros and cons, and to guess the possibility of the other party becoming a papa in the province of Marceau County. Compared with the initial anger and disdain, the fat man who is about to become a metropolis has a lot of harmonious smile on his face.

Augustine picked a chair and sat down. Because the chairs were tailored for Archbishop Ram, who was "pious and poor", Augustine seemed to have too much left after she sat in. Everyone was a nobleman who was well-influenced by the family. He naturally knew that Fatty was an excellent businessman who could give as much strength as he got. He threw away the evidence in his hand that had to prevent the fat man from climbing to the position of the capitalist to a certain extent, took out a document similar to the contract, handed it to the fat man Ram, and smiled in the tone of a businessman: "Now the whole Marso

The only thing left is my [order] in the county and province. If you can turn "Teachings" into the only classic in several cities and churches, I can pay you how much shelter. There are detailed instructions on the documents, and there will never be meaningless disputes in the future. I believe that if you sign this document, there will be no stubborn priests who will talk to the Jupiter City Academic Affairs Office to question the great men your true abiding by the rules, and no one will use the small matter of participating in dividends at the Mississippi. "

Ram took the document and quickly browsed it word by word, confirming that there were no traps, but when he thought of the need to sign it on the document, the fat Archbishop, who was cautious by nature, still had a headache and was in a difficult face. Augustine smiled slightly and said, "Well, I believe that the verbal promises of the real nobles are more guaranteed than the signatures of the philistine merchants. What do you think, Bishop Ram? You can burn this document now. I think this can become a small tacit understanding that only you and me know."

The fat man was extremely surprised, and the fat on his face was trembling violently. He quickly stretched out his documents to the candle and burned them all. The candlelight shone on his ecstatic greasy face, making Mrs. Quentin, who came from the fallen noble family of the gorge, feel disgusting. Perhaps it was this proud discomfort that made the stubborn old-school family Florence farther and farther away from the center of power. Augustine watched calmly as the fat man burned the contract clean, always with a calm and warm smile, and was in a happy mood.

The fat man rubbed his hands and finally sat in a comfortable mood on the chair and had an equal conversation with his new allies. He felt that he had begun to adapt to the atmosphere of dealing with this young man, and said with a slightly flattering smile: "Dear Grand Consul, do you need to feel the unique entertainment program of Watt City? I believe you also know that the ladies of Watt City are the most devout ladies in the province of Marceau, and I have always maintained a good relationship with this rare and cute group."

Augustine shook her head gently, glanced at Mrs. Quentin and asked back, "Is there any quality as her?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, staring at the elegant lady who played the role of a maid not far away, smiled knowingly, turned to look at his allies, and said regretfully and guiltily: "It's true."

Mrs. Quentin resisted the violent urge to cut off the fat man's huge head with the "Lu Si sickle" in her hand. With her extremely rich assassin experience, she believed that as long as a hole of moderate size was poked, the fat man could release at least a hundred kilograms of blood. Augustine ignored Aunt Quentin's angry murderous intent, took out another elegant letter paper with a list, handed it to the curious fat man, and said calmly: "These are all the private arena of the Lauder Castle.

The perverts and despotics in Watt City were involved, and each nobleman had a corresponding amount of Caesar gold coins behind them. I believe they had to pay some gold coins for their mistakes. Of course, this price was my preliminary assessment. If the future Bishop Ram could increase the price a little more, every extra Caesar gold coins would be half apart from the Order. The Order took 50 Bourbon silver coins and the Order took 50."

"Is it just Watt City?" The fat man's eyes widened, his smile became more and more exaggerated. "Dear the wise great consul, you may not know that I have a certain say in half of the province of Marceau and can definitely help you run errands. For example, the 'slave city' Alpha City, I have a good relationship with the city lord, and for example, Ron City, where the Archbishop is a loyal student of my uncle, and he is more loyal than the most docile hound."

Augustine seemed to have expected Archbishop Ram's greed for a long time, and then cooperated to hand out four or five lists. The fat man held the list tightly, and because of his excitement, the huge chair began to shake.

Obviously, it was a party that didn't start with a nice start but ended perfectly.

When leaving the Maka Cathedral, Archbishop Ram, who clearly stated in the recommendation book of the Holy See, "I never want to bow down to the nobles", personally sent it to the church door with compliments.

Two carriages drove out of Watt City and Mrs. Quentin, who was riding in the same car as Augustine, looked admirable and said helplessly: "No wonder my family has fallen, because aristocrats like you are becoming more and more common."

The Loli butler, who was wearing the beautiful body of the "Princess Mi Peifen" of the Porcelain Dynasty, lay on the street stall, snatching his fingers to settle how many gold coins could the fat man bring to Shinig Castle. Augustine, who closed her eyes and rested, shook her head and said, "What's strange is not the decline of your family, but its initial rise. That kind of family can stand out, which is the greatest funny thing."

Mrs. Quentin looked unconcealed and full of anger. Although she was driven to the Holy Empire by the female monster trained by the Pope Hall, she still instinctively maintained a sense of family honor. This is the commonality and common problem of all the down and shabby nobles in the Epic Continent. Augustine opened her eyes, opened the curtains, looked at the night, and said softly: "Even the Todd family, the Todd family, who believed in justice, needs to build a heir who made money in the gray area to maintain the glory of the golden lion. Why should you, a second-class family in Florence, behave yourself? The former huge Rotchende family, even if the head of the family is the most elegant poet in the empire, he still needs to personally have a headache about some not-so-clean slave business. I say so, do you not hesitate to belittle your family and reduce your childish anger? Aunt Quentin?"

Mrs. Quentin, who was originally out of anger, became more and more vigorous after hearing the last title.

What adds fuel to the fire is that the little loli touched her tender cheeks and said intoxicatedly: "Time is ruthless, it's so good to be young, and youth is invincible."

Sadly, Mrs. Quentin, who is not old at all, dares to be angry with Augustine, but she is absolutely unwilling to be an enemy of the seemingly innocent little Queen Elizabeth. The dual-professional master Hera is no exception.

Augustine smiled and said, "Stingy Housekeeper, how much disposable money does cosmo have now? Of course, it does not include your private property."

Loli calculated seriously: "The Caesar voucher seized from Lauder Castle is 600,000 gold coins. Excluding expenses, there is still 550,000 left. If the transaction with the fat pig can be completed this time, the income will fluctuate around 1.5 million."

Mrs. Quentin was amused and crying. The big head harvested by Lauder Castle was not a Caesar voucher, but a collection of antique silk oil paintings and jewelry worth at least 1.8 million yuan once auctioned. Unfortunately, all these luxury goods were included in the pocket of a private butler. What made Mrs. Quentin speechless was that the consul who had always been careful in calculating had no objection to this. The loli butler continued: "I have calculated the valuation of an aunt's antique store in the "Queen" on the Champs Elysees Witch Street. If all sold at 20% off, they can quickly exchange for 900,000 gold coins. This is a considerable income for Brother Shi."

Mrs. Quentin protested: "That's my only family!"

Augustine smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, the 'Queen' will not be closed. Not only will it not be sold at a low price, I also plan to buy several antique collection stores that compete with the Queen's Store in one breath, monopolizing one or two industries. In the future, there will be fresh things in the Sheep Horn Laboratory and can be sold in the store. I also plan to create a small auction house myself, Mrs. Quentin, are you interested in being the boss behind the scenes?"

Loli sarcastically said: "This elderly aunt has no business acumen, and the bleak business in the Queen's store can prove it."

Mrs. Quentin's pretty face was slightly red.

She complained about who is really old, but she didn't dare to say it.

Augustine hesitated and thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Agatha is a good candidate."

Mrs. Quentin agreed: "She is indeed a shrewd girl."

Augustine smiled and said, "Don't you think that putting Agatha and Juliet together can maximize their potential?"

Mrs. Quentin sighed: "Women's competition."

In her opinion, after Agatha, who was born in an artistic family and Juliet, a noble son, entered the underground castle of Siniggo, faced the absolute spiritual leader Augustine, like two daughters who took credit, they worked hard and competed secretly in order to gain more attention and favor from their father. As for the madman in the three laboratories of Sheephorn, they were completely out of a strong desire for survival and a deformed pursuit of truth, which was beyond the normal range. Mrs. Quentin suddenly became confused. What was her purpose or belief that made her survive the initial resistance and quickly escaped from her decadent state of depression and accompanied this cosmo's biggest madman to go crazy?

Don't forget that she had cut off the head of Viscount Heber, a descendant of the Lion King, and carried it until it dries the last drop of blood.

Augustine suddenly corrected: "Unless the fat man of Marca doesn't do it, if he makes up his mind, he will not only give us 1.5 million Caesar gold coins. I believe that his ability to squeeze similar people, especially those who are one or two levels weaker than his. The driving force that money brings to him is more effective than the teachings of the Holy See."

Mrs. Quentin said curiously: "Will he be willing to work for you?"

Augustine shook her head and said, "Of course not. I don't have a master-servant or employment relationship with him. I'm just a non-reliable ally. If you earn gold coins, you can maintain it. If you have a big risk, you will just break up. A perfect business partner will not become an enemy if you turn against each other. Having an archbishop in the back is really an invincible trump card. It's far more direct and useful than a consul who holds a gorgeous and empty title like me."

In the empire, a deep family is the biggest trump card.

This is the Truth Son born from the Mother of Power.
Chapter completed!