Augustine stopped the irritability of the Lich King and signaled Fiona to go to the Pope Antique Store alone. He looked at the two Champs-Elysian tourists in front of him, a short hunchbacked man wearing a dress that was not common in the empire, looking simple and shabby. Beside him was a strong woman who highlighted the thinness of the old man, hidden in a wide black robe. Her face was not beautiful, but she had a pair of eye-catching silver-white eyes, and a strange pattern and a circle of runes were carved in the center of her smooth forehead, like a craft sculpture, lifeless. Augustine explained with a smile: "That is not the ambition that an ordinary monk should have."

The old man with a disrespectful temperament was a bit vulgar and smiled: "Young man, do you mind spending a few bourbon silver coins to ask an old man who came from afar to smoke a roll of tobacco? This thing will feel uncomfortable if you don't smoke for a few days."

Augustine took out her pocket and smiled, "I just happened to have a few silver coins on her body. As long as you don't mind, I, a pauper, can only ask you to smoke a few rolls of Champs Elysees' cheapest tobacco."

The old man laughed, revealing a yellow teeth that happened to be missing from the front teeth, which seemed a little funny, and said happily: "If the Holy Empire is as holy as you, a young monk, many problems will not be difficult."

The old man who was not a citizen of the Empire, the mysterious maid. Augustine, the Lich King "Vissue" who was alert and hostile to the old man. Let's go to an elegantly decorated bookstore on the riverside. Augustine picked a window on the second floor and ordered two cups of black tea and the cheapest tobacco in the store. These two luxury goods that have only been popular in the Empire for nearly fifty years, come from the distant Mauryan Dynasty and shipped with porcelain. The old man was not polite, lit matches, lit tobacco, took a deep breath, and was full of intoxication. Augustine was not interested in such a pastime, which was among the top ten nobles who liked. She just slowly drank black tea and looked out the window.

The quiet scenery, Champs Elysees obviously did not welcome an ill-polite rule destroyer. Many old magicians were furious and jumped up and scolded him for defiling the last pure land of Alpha City. I believe that many letters of report have been sent to the desks of the great people in the imperial capital. Augustine sat down before taking out a book on the stairs bookshelf, which tells the history of magic, and read it gently. The old man smoked free tobacco, the best thing in the world, after all, it was a free thing. After smoking a roll of tobacco, he spit out the last smoke ring, and finally broke his silence, "Hospital young man, aren't you surprised who I am?"

Augustine stopped reading, looked up and smiled, "I'm curious, but I'm not sure if I asked, you're willing to give the answer."

The old man rolled his eyes, "What a familiar aristocratic tone. If it weren't for the two rolls of tobacco on the table, I would have patted my butt and left."

Augustine thought for a while, called the bookstore owner and signed a bookmark tobacco on credit. When the boss saw the name with Luo Tongzield, his face changed drastically. He immediately fled with the bill and ordered the servant to get a book of the best tobacco he had collected. The old man saw the excellent quality tobacco at a glance. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ignite it. He took a deep breath and was amazed, and he laughed: "Now you beat me, I won't leave."

Augustine shook her head and quipped: "I dare not beat a distant guest from the Caucasus because the entire epic continent knew that the Caucasus had the shortest shelter."

The old man grinned and said, "Young man, are you talking about that bad old man from Old Rome? You must have read too many boring books or listened to the swearing gurus. These guys who cheated money by pens and mouths have probably never been to the ghost place in the Caucasus. Old Rome only likes to see the young lady's big butt, round, just like your follower just now. The Caucasians who said good things were either successful merchants who cheated gold coins from the trade zone, or foreign bankers who sucked blood more than vampires."

Augustine shook her head and said, "I have been to the Caucasus and have been there for more than half a year. The Grand Duke of Rome is indeed a qualified kingdom janitor. The homeless man will not lie. Only those who make them fill their stomachs will say good things."

Augustine became more and more curious about the old man in front of him. He spoke the accent of the Caucasian indigenous people and dared to say bad things about the old Roman prince. He was an ominous old nobleman who was rejected? The old man who was busy fighting tobacco took the time to glance at the viscount standing behind Augustine and said happily: "Young man, I probably guess your identity. It is different from the little bastard of the Augs song city or the executioner in the night watchman in the overwhelming rumors of the empire. I rushed to the Holy Empire to find you. First of all, can you let your dark servant come out of the darkness? Look, I have not hidden any entourage from you. An elderly man like me likes to see something new."

Augustine smiled and nodded. Dimit, who had a saint's heart but was not afraid of the sun, appeared in the corner, restraining his bat wings, which was no different from ordinary human nobles.

The old man said, "Poor Seth has finally welcomed a new prince. The 11 races waiting for trial must not like this fact."

Augustine suppressed the shock in his heart. If the old man had only shown a certain degree of rich experience in the first conversation, then now he easily sensed Dimit's breath and casually told the inside story of the immortal species. Augustine's tense body would not dare to relax. He had too many enemies, all of whom were good at wearing bizarre masks. Moreover, this old man could still call the Grand Duke of Rome an old man and comment on Seth as a poor mysterious guy. If Augustine had not had the Lich King and Dimit as a follower.

The entourage never dared to sit opposite the old man with ease, and the feeling of being shrouded in the unknown was not good. The strong maid behind the old man said a string of obscure words. The old man listened sideways, looked at Augustine, and smiled and said, "Heimer said you have the familiar smell of her. It seems that the sacred surrender of St. Urban is a fact, not a trick of a loser to fool Jupiter in order to increase his value. Young man, you are the second guy in your empire that surprised me except for the old gangster of Zerome."

Augustine held back the black tea that almost spit out her mouth. The master of the arcane, the most majestic mountain in the history of arcane, Saint Zerom, would be called an old hooligan? In my impression, the teacher of the godfather Iyetta was hardworking, silent, noble, and everything had nothing to do with the old hooligan. The only time Augustine had a face-to-face conversation with the figure who came to the view of the playing cards was in an unknown chapel. The old man was simple and peaceful, not like an old man wearing a sacred title at all. If one should be respected for this world of dragons and magic, it should be the same for such an old man. Of course, in that private conversation, Saint Zerom did not get the result he wanted. In the old man's eyes, he tried to protect a child who had lost the cover of his family's wings and cultivate a young arcane with potential.

Augustine put down the teacup and sighed, "I guess your identity, the Caucasus patron god, the Grand Duke of Rome."

The old man snapped his fingers, and an old and not so serious smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Smart little Augustine, then I'll just say it. If you give me this new puppet species, I will promise you a condition."

The Lich King, who was once the new puppet king, could not bear being treated as a trading item, was completely angry, and various elements gathered violently, filled with restless jumps and combinations. Once it broke out, the bookstore probably wouldn't exist. This time Augustine did not stop it, but the woman behind the old man just recited a Gulalan word and eliminated everything. This time Augustine, who was proficient in Gulalan, understood it and was "dispelling".

He looked shocked. The old man grinned and rolled his eyes and muttered that the younger generation is really impatient. No wonder he became a duke-level puppet master and was finally made into a puppet by someone else. He ignored the viscount's fear and reluctantly smoked cheap tobacco, and said, "Introduction to this, Heimer, my little princess is the 'monster' commonly known as the Titan. To clarify, she is not half angel and half human, but two thirds of angel and one third of human."

Viscount and Dimit's faces were twitching.

Augustine smiled bitterly and said, "Old Rome, sorry I can't hand over the viscount to you. It is a personal property of one of my friends."

The old man glared and said, "You actually rejected my kindness?"

The legendary figure, the semi-god puppet behind the Roman Grand Duke, slowly took off his cloak.

This inexplicable small-scale war was a headache for Augustine than all the enemies on the land of Black Swan Lake.

But Augustine nodded and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit it."

The old man suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Is your friend a woman?"

Augustine nodded, secretly ready to escape.

Fighting against the Roman Grand Duke who competed with the Titan Empire with one person, the odds of winning are infinitely close to zero no matter how you look at it.

The old man laughed, and the solemn atmosphere disappeared instantly, and he said, "I understand, who has never been young?"

Augustine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old Roman grandfather sighed softly: "A young man who will not refuse is not a cute young man. A young man who will not say no to some shit big names is not an interesting young man. I can live to this day because I rejected many seemingly attractive invitations like you."

Augustine smiled and said, "It should be that I am like you, I am the young man."

The old man cursed: "It's another abominable aristocratic accent."

Augustine said calmly: "After all, I am from Rottschild."

The old man said oh and fell into deep thought.

Augustine narrowed her eyes and smiled and said, "Old Rome, I asked you to smoke four rolls of tobacco. Can you ask you some small questions about puppet art and black magic?"

The Grand Duke of Rome looked embarrassed and coughed a few times, saying, "I am not good at answering difficult questions. I have always been a mess with the combination of vocabulary. When I was young, I was given a low score by the invigilator. Later, I made an exception for interviews. The professors also said that I was completely incomprehensible. Alas, because of this, I gave up on myself, went astray and chose the damn puppet technique. Over the years, there has been no beautiful lady who is willing to have dinner with a puppet master who is not handsome or funny. When I raised a young dragon, I simply lost some old friends."

Augustine hesitated for a moment, asked Dimit to ask for paper and pen, and quickly drew a sketch. The old man was just thinking about how to smoke some free tobacco at first, but after glanced at the pattern from the smoke, he figured out the clues. Once the colorful spell world entered the advanced level, he often had a certain understanding of the nearby areas. For example, the magician and the arcane were not two circles without intersection. Saint Gerome himself was a magician who had picked the tulip badge. As for his strength, he mostly reached the level of the golden clover, but all of this was covered by his unparalleled arcane achievements. Old Rome's eyes became heavier and he finally couldn't help but take the drawings and throw away the tobacco, and whispered: "How many years have you not seen this pattern? Fifty years? Sixty years?"
Chapter completed!