It is strange, perhaps because of the unique stubbornness of outstanding women, Mrs. Quentin's greatest and only admiration for Augustine was not the young man summoned the "pride" god [Saint Urban] for full-time trial, but a small persistence that he was riding in a dilapidated carriage. For example, at 4 a.m. before arriving at the underground castle of Black Swan Lake, he began a prayer that he must make every day, just like a monk. This kind of persistence is destined to be unaware of, and even if he saw it with his own eyes, it may not win substantial reputation for the young dark giant. Mrs. Quentin can only understand it as the inertia of Maedeola Theological Seminary for many years. Only at this time did she realize that Augustine was the gods of the saint Iyetta and was one of the two official interpreters of the "Teachings" that were parallel to the entire Holy See.

After praying, the sky was still dark, dawn was far away, Queen Loli curled up in the corner of the carriage and slept soundly. Augustine covered the blanket falling from the little girl, her eyes were warm, Mrs. Quentin can be regarded as the character with the "close" relationship between the Poems and the Underground Castle. She observed many kinds of eyes at close range, looking up at the depth of St. Urban in the sleeping, her confidence when she used a quill to flow beautiful words in the study, her indifference when inspecting the project in the Sheephorn Laboratory, and her cunning calmness when she traded with Archbishop Ram, but when he looked at the Muse Shaman, he was always peaceful, even when the little shaman who usurped Princess Gorgeous Flower's body and soul bit him, Mrs. Quentin, who was sitting in the corner, sighed softly, with complex thoughts.

Mrs. Quentin looked gently at the consul who was reading a theological book, and couldn't help but think about the trend of the chariot cosmo. The moment she handed over the secret inside information of Marceau County, on the way to Mississy Arena, on the second she was ordered to cut off Viscount Heber's head, she was tied to the crazy carriage with a dark road ahead. Compared with the three institutions of the Heretics Prison Institute, cosmo was like a baby in the storm at first, and it was not until St. Urban came that it settled down. The super-large magic circle "God's Left Eye" of Black Swan Lake was about to be completed, and only the only one left

The last Gemini and Aquarius were the first time she came into contact with such an epic magic circle. She didn't know how much energy it contained, but she believed that it was destined to be above [Sgarty's Soul Elegy]. The 90 knights who were privately called the Knights of the Hard Workers' Order were not worth mentioning in her eyes. Its growth was obviously negligible. It was just a group of laborers who were slightly more useful than inferior slaves. The deputy commander Philip showed a satisfactory potential value, but Mrs. Quentin felt that the practical and smart Augustine would not expect this high-level cannon fodder who had just advanced to level 5 knight to play an important strategic significance.

The only valuable one is the "sheep horn", the chief research officer Miss Philip's Little Sayuri Research Office, the Rose Laboratory of the paranoid Kim's assistant teaching staff, and the Rose Laboratory of the Rose Laboratory of Professor Shirley, the sheep horn broken from the ewe, under the pressure of the cruel ending elimination system, has produced 9 mature skeleton knights close to level 10, perhaps the level is not as good as the first three corpses of precious big knights.

The puppet created, but it is said that the latter is more perfect in the most important soul filling process. When Mrs. Quentin thinks of the existence of an unknown undead legion, it feels absurd. When an enemy outside sees the undead legion with his own eyes, what a shocking scene it will be? Moreover, this puppet team does not only have the bone knight, but also the new species "Great Witch". This is simply the undead version of the knight + mage, the most common ten classic combinations, and the most golden combination.

During his years in the Pope Hall, Mrs. Quentin also played the role of a researcher. He understood that in addition to the biggest enemy, "magic", there is also an unknown opponent - "science". Cosmo is more similar to the Pope Hall in this regard. As for the prototype girl mage group, Mrs. Quentin is not optimistic for the time being, but Augustine revealed that to expand the mage team to 300 people, the specific understanding is to fill the entire fourth floor of the underground castle. He said he was willing to spend 10 years to improve this task, so Rottenchild's female escort, Knight Hera Borsefeller, has recently begun to be ordered by him to go to the Lolita slave market to select children she thought were worth investing in. Augustine mentioned that Hera had an unexplained mysterious intuition, which made Mrs. Quentin admit that she was indeed a little jealous.

Mrs. Quentin couldn't help but glance at the sleeping little guy beside Augustine. This female shaman, who was also shrouded in the unknown shadow, was the Sinig Brother's underground castle second only to St. Urban. No, the simple power is no longer enough to describe her. She is simply a pervert. Whether it is the Holy Empire or the Prairie Dynasty, who can raise two golden subspecies as small pets? The most damn thing is that these two "little" pets are now 15 meters long, and the mature 8th level is the next step to be comparable to the giant dragon. I heard that Agu

Sting is a lunatic who practices 9 main professions, and Augustine confesses that he is just chasing his private housekeeper. Mrs. Quentin looks at the little loli who is sleeping peacefully, beautiful and exquisite as the most perfect puppet doll, and behind the innocent mask, the devil's mind and strength are hidden. Mrs. Quentin suddenly feels a little discouraged because she realizes that even if she is an Irish undead warlock at level 13 and a level 9 assassin, the consul who is closest to the consul who majors in the source of the knight [Saints] may always be the real loli who is older than anyone else.

"Have anyone ever praised you for being cute when thinking about problems?" Augustine, who was reading books in the vague night, raised her head and chuckled. When she thought about the sister she knew in the Champs Elysees antique shop, she had never even had a sincere praise except for taking advantage of the spanking and merciless one-on-one challenge. As for the aristocratic praise that the two talked endlessly when they started an epic war, the credibility was too low to count.

In the night, Mrs. Quentin seemed to blush and turned her face away.

"Can you tell me what you were thinking just now?" Augustine whispered, closing the book, chatting with the lady and the lady, maintaining a focused look and a serious attitude. This is the good education that the Luotong Child family has passed down for hundreds of years.

"When can order last?" Mrs. Quentin murmured.

"At least we can persist until the day when the three giants personally arrive at Black Swan Lake." Augustine gave the answer.

"I heard that in St. John's Cathedral, the dark giant of the 'ewe' is the only big shot who expresses your affection for you." Mrs. Quentin said softly, "Mother of the Ewe" Hai Ji, a woman who is afraid of her far away in the Pope's Hall. For example, the female rattlesnake who showed her deformed and dark "sexual interest", was as proud as the disciple of St. Givenchy, and also admitted that Hai Ji, the most powerful old woman in Vattlentigan, was a woman she could not surpass for the time being.

"Fear?" Augustine smiled and shook her head. "The Holy Spear among the three giants disdained me. Because I was a member of the Night Watcher, the Teutonic Priest has ambiguous attitude and cannot be hated or close. Only Lord Hai Ji is the clear enemy who most wants to refine me into a puppet. In fact, the day before meeting in St. John's Cathedral, the ewe launched a powerful assassination against me. The guy in her plane is unreasonable. Besides, your brain wisdom has always been inversely proportional to the weight of your chest, and it should be even more incomprehensible."

Mrs. Quentin was used to his blows and mockery, and was indifferent. On the surface, she felt unknown inside.

She asked in confusion: "Then why would she give you the horns?"

Augustine said with a sarcastic meaning: "It's just a boring little game for Lord Hai Ji. It's like putting a little wandering base metal or dirty element in a paladin's body. The knight needs to dig it out by himself. Mrs. Quentin, you won't be so naive that you think sheep horns are a group of research craziers with high loyalty index, right?"

Mrs. Quentin snorted coldly.

After taunting Mrs. Quentin, Augustine immediately mocked herself: "The traitor hidden deep in the horns may be the Philip Research Officer who has always stood opposite to Lord Hai Ji, perhaps the former confidant Professor Shirley of the Black Sheep, or the assistant Kim who was promoted by me in obscurity. He also has the opportunity to be some characters with hidden strength. Maybe one day, he or they will stab the knife in the back. How about this game of finding the Silence Lambs is very interesting?"

Mrs. Quentin shook her head and smiled bitterly, speechless. The noble game has always been hated by her, which is also one of the reasons why she chose to enter the Pope Hall Science and Technology Academy at a young age instead of marrying a male of the same sub-noble.

Augustine picked up the theological book again, and Mrs. Quentin was very sensible and did not interrupt his reading progress.

After dawn, the carriage entered the Black Swan Lake. Augustine got off the car and checked the magic circle that was about to be completed. The poor Knights of the Harry were almost spurred as construction laborers day and night. Fortunately, they had the opportunity to contact a group of young and beautiful girls every day. This may be the biggest benefit. Hera, who was originally in charge of the worker, was not present at this time because he rushed to the Lolita slave market in Alpha City to select slave children to fill the mage team. Augustine said that he did not have the bad habit of rotting Caesar gold coins in the underground castle storage room. Hera was not only going to spend a little money to screen the future.

The mage spent more on a dark project, buying intermediate knights as experimental materials for sheep horns. Even in Lolita, the largest slave market in the central part of the empire, high-end knights are rare. Fortunately, the city lord of Clockwork Orange, Earl Marse, one of the bosses of Clockwork Orange, showed enough respect for Cosmo and gave Hera good privileges. Hera wears tight clothes, wears a cloak, and brings a little saliva or a big witch. After all, her identity is sensitive, and it is difficult to guarantee that no big family will be moved by the identity of "Daughter of Zeus".

Agatha is still a girl who dares to say hello every time when she sees Augustine. She is like the leader of the girl mage group. The arrogant and outlived Juliet can no longer compete with her for leadership. As for Jane, who is shy, introverted and has no outstanding performance, she is even more incomparable to Agatha, who is more mature.

"His handsome and kind consul, can I call you that?" Agatha said with a bright smile, and stood in front of Augustine without any fright.

Handsome? If Augustine doesn't wear a humble priest robe and put on a noble outfit, it is indeed quite in line with the aesthetic view of aristocratic socialites.

Kindness? The biggest butcher of contemporary night watchmen, the executioner wearing red gloves, seems to be very incompatible.

Augustine smiled and nodded, not seemingly minding the girl's flattery slightly over the scale.
Chapter completed!