Many middle-aged people in the upper class of Massau County suddenly heard a not-so-comfortable voice. They looked up and saw a shabby young man, a priest? If it weren't for a woman with a rare figure standing beside him, they would have turned a blind eye to this outspoken layman. The man who could not see the title and * smiled and said, "I was lucky enough to make a small profit, and in a few months, I will double again."

"Oh? How many Caesars?" The fat man who lost 5 thousand gold coins sneered.

"12 Bourbon silver coins, doubled, and it would be 24." The man smiled.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then smiled at each other, sighing that the young man was blind and was with such a pauper. Some people had already begun to calculate whether they could spend some gold coins to lure her into their big bed. Although they were not the most important partners of the Kangdi family, they could at least occupy a well-lit corner of the hall and close to the bookshelf. This was an obvious proof of identity for them. You must know that there are many people who don’t have seats in the forest villa.

The silent Mrs. Quentin suddenly felt a slump, half because she might have to get used to being blind people as someone's private pets for the rest of her life, and half was funny for the group of seemingly noble second- and third-tier figures in Marceau County.

Do these fools know who they are talking to?

Once, during a chat, someone was in a good mood and told Mrs. Quentin that when he left the Clover family mansion in Jupiter, he made a bet with his hometown owner according to the rules of the Grizzlies gambling plate. The initial gambling money was a bourbon silver coin. The order did not die a month later. The hometown owner Pollock was going to lose to him 2 pieces, 6 pieces in 3 months, and he never died for half a year, which was 12 pieces, and he doubled one year later.

Just 24 Bourbon silver coins, I'm afraid it's not worth mentioning in the eyes of any little noble in the empire.

But don't forget, whose pocket this money was taken out.

Pollock, the "Vampire Earl" of the Clover family who returned after more than 20 years of hard work at Maedeora Theological Academy, was one of the most evil representatives of the old generation of nobles in the imperial capital. His darkness and arrogance are the same as the arrogance and domineering nature of the Pompeii family. Windsor, Crove, Pompeii, these are the real families in Jupiter City and the real powerful people of the Holy Empire. The old man who claimed to have played with noble ladies in various countries and even elders of the elves, recognized a private priest in the confessional of Maedeora in his later years. This extremely young priest solved the problem.

The difficult problems that disturbed him throughout his life finally made him willingly give up the arrogant demand of "The Lord personally extends his hand to show himself and speaks to me". It is precisely because of the difficulties of this senior politician in the romance-like old man that indirectly allowed Augustine to help Godfather Iyetta complete the final part of "Teaching". It is said that the Germanic Marquis of Greenspan has always admired the same type of "Vampire Earl" and praised the old man as the real politician of the empire. The reply of the Lord of Claff's hometown was to go to his mother politician, I am a believer, a devout believer with a noble and profound personal priest.

Augustine has obtained 12 Bourbon silver coins.

Each one means the loyalty of 10 high-level Clav family entourage knights.

This is his secret agreement with the old man.

Look, what a warm relationship is between the young but ambitious priest and the elderly but unwilling to rest.

The Loli Butler, who was fiddling in the "honey" nest of the Castle of Sinig, once asked Augustine how many "lambs" Augustine did not answer, but Miss Elizabeth learned that there were four of the Vigil's Organization period, and Miss Hera, who was about to be released, had five trump cards that had not been revealed. These cards may not be smaller in the future than the golden puppet raised by the "Vulcan Saliva". In the eyes of outsiders, the little baby in the Black Swan Lake [order] may die in the small wind and waves at any time. In fact, the Thousand Knights of the Lion King of Todd's family, only need to have a wave of shocks of casualties, regardless of casualties. The fourth institution of the ruling station under Sinig Castle cannot withstand the destruction at this stage. The aura of the protection of Jupiter's Great is fading away little by little. Fortunately, Sinig is also growing rapidly.

Augustine and Mrs. Quentin's dress today was completely different from the time they went to Mississy Arena. With their deliberate low-key, many noble men who trembled with their hands and sent confessions at that time did not recognize the great consul who blew the head of the Taurus chief himself.

Augustine was not angry about this group of rich people who used him as a topic of entertainment after dinner. Just like he used to like to join Master Nero, who was also a godfather, and the current student of the dean of the Maida Ora Monastery, the magician York, to discuss which is more beautiful in the empire's Little Princess Enas or the Titan's Princess Barbara. This is a common problem for all nobles on the continent, not only humans, but also for all the high-ranking races in the Muse continent.

"Augustin." Alice was finally busy. Although she did not have the smooth communication of the old nobles, she had been educated by excellent family etiquette officials since she was a child. Basic social engagements were not difficult for her. Moreover, the title of barbarian heir was enough to make this beautiful lady who did not like politics and only liked to study military affairs on paper and chessboard relatively relaxed. She carried a small floral skirt that was much lighter than many noble ladies and socialites in the hall and greeted Augustine with a charming smile.

She was not as brilliant as she was chatting with the most outstanding heir of the Kangdi family upstairs. This made the noble knight who saw this scene on the spiral stairs frown, turned to whisper to ask the housekeeper beside her. After getting the answer, the knight with only two medals on her chest narrowed his eyes and slowed down. She was the heart of a barbarian, he was the clear and future head of the Kangdi family. Behind her is the fearful nouveau riche, who can go with major old brands in the imperial capital.

The upstart who challenged the family, behind him was a long family tree, a large number of administrative governors, court tax officials, barbarians needed background, and old Condy needed fresh motivation. In anyone's opinion, he and she were the most compatible couples, couples, and allies in the province of Marceau. He, Viscount Powen, developed the habit of torture the enemy bit by bit in the Saxon Forest. Undoubtedly, any role that hindered him from obtaining Greenspan's huge dowry was the enemy.

"Sir Hank, who lost five thousand Caesars, your confession is still placed on my desk. It seems that your confession is missing one crucial one. You seem to hope that a 'little person' of the Sacrament will not survive this year." Augustine smiled at the fat nobleman.

The fat man finally remembered that this annoying but familiar young man was a giant in the Sacramentary Department, a character who would definitely die within 3 months after he bets.

"Miss Alice, the banquet is almost over. You leave first, I will go back to Black Swan Lake by myself." Augustine whispered.

Miss Alice left the hall well and obediently. The old housekeeper Asa was worried. She looked at Viscount Powen on the stairs and gently retracted her gaze. She sighed in her heart. The old man only hoped that the "friendly" neighbor who cut off the head of Marquis Todd's son would not make another bloody incident.

Unfortunately, Augustine disappointed the old housekeeper.

When leaving the Bird of Paradise Villa, Sir Fatty's body was hung on the angel statue in the middle of the fountain, and blood was flowing and was soon diluted by the spring water.

He was stabbed through his neck by Mrs. Quentin whose beauty was proportional to the assassination technique, and then dragged him out of the hall and threw him onto the angel sculpture.

This lady is worthy of being a top assassin who is only a few steps away from the hunter. Her killing techniques are full of artistic tension, bloody, but not cruel. She even has a sense of beauty that makes nearby bards inspired to create creative inspiration. War creates soldiers, and the most talented and soulful poet. This sentence is the famous quote of the most famous bard in the epic continent.

The coldness of the scene and the appearance of the murderer Mrs. Quentin happen to be another visual impact.

The entire manor suddenly fell into a boiling and panic.

The Condy family, famous for their gentleness, once again showed unimaginable restraint.
Chapter completed!