Augustine returned to the study and took out the map of the northwest of Marceau County Province, staring at the Hualu Territory and the Essian Manor adjacent to Black Swan Lake. The Hualu Territory is the private garden of the barbarian Greenspan, and the Essian Manor is the little canary of the Todd family. In terms of land area, the Hualu is four times that of the Essian Manor, but the barbarians have never planned to open the Hualu into a money tree. Apart from the White Elephant Castle in the Heart, there is not even a decent flowerbed or vineyard.

The Esche Manor, which was swept by cosmo, has a 200-person Knights stationed because of the existence of a private arena. The lowest-level cannon fodder Knight under Augustine, with only 90 people, required nearly 30,000 Caesar gold coins. The gold coins required for the intermediate knights that feed 200 people are by no means a simple multiplication of the number of people. It indirectly proves that Viscount Heber's talent in making money is second only to his seducing the noble lady of Masceh.

Recently, Augustine has been considering setting up an underground arena by herself. Mrs. Fiona and Housekeeper Louis gave Viscount Herbert detailed slave trade channels, and Louis also had experience in managing the arena. The only problem is that the source of gladiators depends on the friendship between the arena and the Bounty Hunter Association. As long as this threshold problem is solved, Augustine is confident that he will make the arena more bloody, violent, and cruel than Mississippi, which will definitely make the men of Marceau County and even the imperial capital take out a lot of Caesar coupons.

The Empire stipulated that regular knights and mages could not compete? They could not fight on religious festivals? All this that Mississy needed to hide was easy to get to Augustine. He could even allow young nuns who were short of money and willing to make money to shuttle through the arena hall as maids.

"It seems that it is time to integrate into the noble society of Marceau County." Augustine murmured to himself.

Hera returned from Alpha City, stood behind him, and reported the situation while kneading Augustine's shoulders: "There were 30 children selected, 8 intermediate knights and 1 senior knight. With the materials needed for sheep horns, a total of 42,000 Caesar gold coins were spent."

"Do you want to go back to the Saxon Forest?" Augustine asked suddenly.

The daughter of the big heretic Andre slowed down her hand and did not answer.

"Someone organized a massive circus for [Order], which contained members of your 'Savior'. If you want, I can join this circus and let you leave the castle of Sinaia." Augustine whispered.

"This is not in your style." Hera said bitterly.

"To you, I always give you kindness and measure beyond the level, Hera Borsefeller, you cannot deny this fact." Augustine smiled.

"Although I choose to believe in the loyalty of Rottschild, you cannot ask me to betray the Saxon Forest." Hera frowned.

"Does the female knight who has fought for dignity for more than 20 years want to know the truth of cruelty?" Augustine sneered.

Hera was silent because she might not be able to bear what could be called cruel by this man.

"Think about it, what kind of item is the Saxon Forest, which has contributed an Iron Oak Order and a dozen Yellow Sunflower War Medals to the Empire every year?" Augustine said calmly.

Hera was puzzled.

"Meat grinder," Augustine laughed, "but this is not the most ironic metaphor."

Hera's face was pale.

Every inch of that vast soil was stained with the blood of the Knights of the Holy War and the Saxon heresy.

So the flowers there are always particularly gorgeous.

"In terms of preparation, it is the largest arena in the empire."

Augustine poked the last layer of window paper, "Do you really think the Saxon forest is tough enough to drag the imperial military machine to not fall for decades? A conceited heresy, the dignity, belief, and honor you insist on is nothing more than to increase the merits of the military aristocracy of the Holy Empire. Do you know who originally proposed the idea of ​​cultivating Saxon into a meat grinder? It was my father and Prince Odith, and then the wise emperor allowed it, because he needed someone to be able to do it with

The military empire in which the Titans, son of the God of War, was not enough to gain the upper hand by producing magicians alone. What Emperor Jupiter wanted was a group of young knights who had been edified by war to fight a knight war of the same level with the Titans. As long as the number of participants in each jihad in the empire was systematically studied, you would know that each number was carefully calculated by the professors of the Imperial Knights Academy. Saxon showed enough tenacity, so he appeared and sent you into my house.

The fat man Reinhaled in hell appeared Viscount Powen of the Condy family, Nero of Pompeii appeared, Constantine appeared, one after another, the young hawks wars surfaced and went to the stage of the empire. If there was no holy war, without you and your entourage, a fool like Descartes, the fat man might still tease the maid in the branch of Rottschild, and Nero, who had studied at the Maideola Seminary with me, might really become a You Yin

The poet Saxon worked so hard to deliver fresh blood to the empire. Emperor Jupiter the Great should really award your father the Great Cross with the highest honor. I believe that every knight, warrior, and even children who grew up in the Saxon forest have their own belief that they deserve to die for. But when you, as a leader, think of this conspiracy, can you still make a generous statement before every battle? Does Saxon's goddess need me to give you a little mercy?"

Hera's face was covered in tears.

Dropped on Augustine's shoulder.

She choked and said, "Then do you want me to return to Saxon to see a joke about a clown?"

Augustine did not turn around, and still stared at the map, without warm comfort, but just laughed at himself: "Miss Hera, can you be more clown than me?"

The female knight slowly stopped crying, with a strange expression.

Augustine said calmly: "Don't worry, there is no conspiracy to let you return to Saxon. It's just that I think you are bound to the cage of Silde, and maybe in 20 years, you will be just a great knight. When you chose to be loyal to Rottechild instead of me, I had this idea. Your battlefield should not be a gloomy cosmo, but under the banner of jihad. You are not Quentin Florence, a nobleman, and she may also be able to play the role of a diplomat of Sildete and deal with the nobles of Marceau County. You are not Philip and Shirley. The knight who has only led less than a hundred people to waste his talents, is destined to become a knight goddess who cannot be watched."

Hera firmly said: "Whether it is your conspiracy or not, I will be grateful for your decision today."

Rottenchild's Fat Viscount turned her into a toy for auction by the imperial nobles, and finally the head of Rottenchild's family put her back to Saxon.

Are the goddess of doom and luck slapped each other?

When Hera left the study, she did not try to think about the answer. She always believed in intuition.

Miss Elizabeth stood at the door and smiled sinisterly: "Augustin, you are releasing the little lamb again. Which one is this?"

Herd sheep?

It's another professional term that only Augustine and she understand.

Augustine drew a circle on the White Elephant Castle on the map with his pen, and changed the topic: "There will be a noble dinner in the Gaul Manor tomorrow. Are you interested in attending?"

She asked, "Who are you attending, Master Shi's master? Or a shabby priest."

Augustine replied: "Miss Alice's personal magic teacher, friend of the barbarian Greenspan."

She curled her lips and said disdainfully: "That's it, I have to take care of the little boy and the little girl. They are about to usher in the first estrus period. If you are lucky, the combination of the Nile White Python and the Black Mamba King Snake will give birth to a legendary two-headed golden viper. If you miss this opportunity, I have to wait for more than two hundred years."

Augustine smiled and said, "Strive to have a few more."

She screamed, "Two-headed golden viper, that's the top species among [Asialong]. What do you think it is, the suckling pig lying on the plate at the dinner party?"

Augustine put down her quill and spread her hands out, "I apologize."
Chapter completed!