This was the second time Augustine and Queen Gosher face to each other. After he pushed the door open, the Chief Secretary of State had already stood up. In this treatment, only His Majesty the Emperor was the only one in the Pangda Empire. However, Augustine obviously did not know about this, and would not be grateful if he knew it. His gaze did not pay attention to the craftsmanship level in the corner, but the craftsmanship was only inferior to the symbol of the Titan War [Odin Grand Armor], and did not bet on the bookshelf behind her. Augustine looked at the most powerful woman in the empire without any

Feelings. Queen Gosher's mouth twitched for a moment, and she did not sit down. Both of them stood. In terms of height, they were roughly the same, but in terms of identity, I am afraid that only when Augustine truly stood side by side with the three giants of the Sacramentary Department could she be on par with the leader of the Academic Affairs Department. If the new giant in the Judgment Institute wrote a list of people he hated the most, then today's Chief Secretary of State, who had status and status surpassed him, would definitely be in the top three. The two empires with bad reputations were strange, just standing and looking at each other.

The first female secretary of state in the empire broke the silence first, "I'm sorry, I can't treat the consul with black tea."

Augustine said calmly in an unconventional manner: "If you have the opportunity to entertain His Highness the Secretary of State in the Sacramentary Department, I will personally cook you a cup of black tea."

Queen Gosher smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Augustine stopped talking. She quietly waited for her to unveil the storm. She and he were both figures of the same personality, and would not be easily unveiled at the gambling table until the fruit of victory was determined. Therefore, the two crises of the Seedling Order won the young master of the Cinig Castle, rather than the two groups of guests who were aggressive and were favored by the Grizzly Bear Gambling Table. But this time, Augustine was at an absolute disadvantage with a weak chance of winning. Queen Gosher finally sat down, held her cheeks with her hands, and whispered: "His Majesty the Emperor had just discussed the cross-era reforms brought by a certain topic with several Imperial Legion commanders who rushed to the palace's convention hall. And you are the core figure of this topic."

The core character is excluded, and her subtext is easy to understand. His Majesty the Emperor's trust seems very limited. Augustine sneered, are you playing the game of cats and mice and slowly playing? But the queen does not seem to have the habit of this ordinary noble, and she straighten up the answer to the mystery that confused Augustine for a long time, and said in a unique cold voice: "Ode to the Consul, you have demonstrated the ability to transmit * in front of the Marquis Todd, the Marquis of the Castle of Lauder. I have checked a large number of confidential information through the Imperial Magic Guild.

The skill that can barely be classified into the category of magic circles is only theoretically possible. With the knowledge of the consul, I believe it was named "Demigod Arrival" by some black magic fragment documents. Therefore, I joined hands with some generals to explain in detail the far-reaching significance of this arrival to the war if it could be expanded. The result of the discussion between His Majesty the Emperor and the Generals was that even if only fifty people could be descended at the same time at a time, the maximum interval was temporarily set to one quarter of an hour, which would have a decisive impact on a battle of ten thousand people."

Augustine had to take a deep breath to relieve the rapid and irritability in her heart. It turned out to be this hateful loophole. The reason why he never imagined the pulse point and the arrival of the war was because the pulse point is probably the one with the most say in the world. She clearly stated that there is a double upper limit of energy and direction to transmit through two pulse points. Simply put, there is no possibility of transmitting dozens of people at once. The arrival of single units is extremely long-distance, such as the "miracle" that spans half of the epic continent.

Only powerful magicians like demigods can do it. Augustine has doubts about whether such demigods exist. But will the fanatical generals believe his disappointing explanation? It is by no means a pacifist. In order to cultivate elite knights who compete with Titans, he created the high-ranking empire master of the Saxon Forest meat grinder. Will His Majesty, who has been tirelessly pursuing the key to victory in wars over the years? Will the answer be known even if you think about it with a fool's butt.

Seeing the deliberate suppression and hidden expression of the young consul, Queen Gosher did not reveal the gloating that the winner should have, but said slowly: "I have consulted with scholars including Saint Zerome and Dean of St. Carroll about the arrival. Today I just gave a vague fact that made the generals very disappointed."

Augustine began to wonder, what was the number one enemy on this table doing? A bigger conspiracy was brewing behind the smile? Otherwise, it would not be to show kindness or weakness to him. The Chief Secretary of State suddenly pointed to a collection of poems on the table, "The Eyes of the Blind", a simple epic nicknamed Homer's Epic in Richelieu Province. The queen said lightly: "Augustin, whether you believe it or not, I do not want to prove anything through some disgraceful means. Perhaps Windsor and Rottschild are good at these things, but I will not do so. Today I invite you to the Academic Affairs Department, not to show off my strength or the Academic Affairs Department, but out of respect for the enemy who has a great entourage knight. However, if I have the chance next time, I will definitely ask myself to be the head of the Grand Judicial Corps without hesitation and start a long questioning of you."

Augustine, who stood straight up opposite Queen Gosher, smiled and said, "I am very moved by the Secretary of State's spirit of fairness. It seems that next time I invite you to the Sacramentary Department, I have to hand you a cup of black tea, and then I have to question you face to face in bed."

The Secretary of State looked surprised.

Augustine turned and left and walked to the door. "I personally like the taste of the Secretary of State. She wore a pair of dragon skeleton glasses that would never be imitated. She sprinkled a little of the top notes, and the middle notes and the tail notes were just right. Chatting with such an older sister on the bed would definitely be very poetic."

Queen Geschel, who was actually "teased" by a man in person, was not angry or surprised. She just laughed it off and said softly: "I won't send it. Also, I hope I won't bring a lecch entourage to the Academic Affairs Office next time. Even if it is a prince, the Academic Affairs Office has enough power to drag it to the sun."

Augustine walked out of the room with a chuckling, and walked out of the Academic Affairs Hall. In the square, she waved goodbye to a woman standing at the window. She smiled slightly bitterly when she sat back on her seat. She held her cheek with one hand, and spread a book called "Blind Eyes" on the desk at the end of the second volume, and said to herself: "Old Quixote, is this what you call Master Augustine full of aristocratic spirit? Oh, to some extent, it looks quite similar, it is quite 'fun' and quite 'gent'."

She re-entered the heavy business.

"elder sister?"

The queen broke the quill that was about to sign a certain document with one hand.

A man who once made public would become the most sensational thing in the empire nowadays, just walked out of the Academic Affairs Office and saw two familiar guys who had not seen for many years, a blonde young man with an extremely handsome face and no badge sign on his body, and a curly-haired peer in a rare mage robe. Augustine walked up and seemed to want to give them a warm hug. They also catered to this welcome ceremony. The scene of returning was very touching. But when the distance was less than one meter, the three of them stretched out their fists and thighs almost at the same time, and punched and kicked each other wildly. Unfortunately, Augustine, who was sprinting wildly towards the masters of all professions, took a big advantage. Kim, who could make the celebrities scream with just one face.

The young man was beaten to the point of being beaten down, and the young man who looked like a magician bent down and gasped with his painful chest, carefully clamped his thighs to protect important parts, and scolded Augustine as a bullshit nobleman who was not etiquette and even didn't let go of his crotch. The three of them finally joined hands and laughed unrestrainedly. Obviously, these two young men did not care about the plague identity of the public enemy of the imperial capital, Master Augustine, and Yes, who made them two the heirs of the Pompei family, and even the number one playboy in Jupiter, Master Nero, who could escape the disaster after walking through the Caesar's honor gate, and the other was the dean of the Maedeola Monastery after the death of the Saint Iyetta, the only student of the old man, York, who studied in the torch.

The three of them had been copying scriptures in the monastery in the air day and night, and secretly browsing the terrifying friendship of Tamelang Danube. Everyone knows that there is the most plump and enchanting girl on the Danube. The nobles who have never been there to taste the female taste of Tamelang will be kindly advised by the returning nobles not to be stingy with the little Caesar gold coins in their pockets. It is a paradise for men, especially nobles who are not short of money! The magical genius young man who was deceived by two noble friends and was always light in the past few years.

Complaints about how shameless Nero told how there was a girl who longed for a pure land of the soul and how the treacherous Augustine deliberately blocked the sign of "A wonderful night only costs six gold coins" at the door. Fortunately, he just talked to the girl about the "The Transformation of the Holy Body" and "Sardinian Doctrine" that he had talked to the girl all night, and successfully convinced her to donate ten silver coins to the church anonymously every year. But fortunately, York was inevitably a little quiet and quiet. If he had learned more about the lady dressed as a nun that night, who would have known?

The blonde Master Nero glanced at the gate of the Academic Affairs Office and asked with a smile: "Why, Augustine, come to visit the most seductive woman in the empire? Tsk tsk, she looks charming in the Academic Affairs Office uniform."

Augustine said, "Next time I meet her, I will help you convey this praise without missing a word."

Nero rolled his eyes.

York complained: "The rules of the torch are too harsh. I need to pass six or seven approvals for a time. And when Kakamiao went out to shop, she didn't hear anyone she needed to nod."

Augustine hugged his shoulders and walked towards the carriage that was one or two more luxurious than Miss Da Yantong, comforting him: "York, you are a monk of Maedeola, and you must be able to tolerate some bad habits in the world."

York also rolled his eyes. All the "bad habits" he had learned from these two noble masters.

"Go to my house?" Nero asked after getting on the carriage.

"Go to the Antlers Tavern in Jonathan, I made an appointment with Octavia of Clough to go for a drink." Augustine smiled.

"Drinking? The professor in the torch will definitely ask me to write a review letter of thousands of words!" York said with a bitter face. Although the consequences were serious, he did not reject the proposal in his words.

"York, you are a student of Dean Maidiola. Are you a little confident in making mistakes? Didn't the dean tell you that young people should make more mistakes to have good memories of their old age?" Augustine slapped York in the head.

York, who quickly tidied up his hair, said aggrievedly: "I haven't said it."

Augustine said kindly: "That must be the dean who forgot. Nero and I have heard this warning from the dean in Maideola."

Nero immediately agreed: "Yes, I heard of it when I was sitting next to the dean in the workshop when I copied the scriptures, and more than once!"

York said oh, looking at the faces of the two friends, as sincere as they should be, and then he was half-believing and half-doubting.

The innocent and poor York.

When I came to the most attractive Antler Tavern in Jonathan, I was filled with various carriages that came from far and near, and there were many cars with amazing badges from famous families. The carriages of the Clover family would be outstanding no matter where they were. They followed the same principle as Augustine's so-called world. The more prominent the car, the more prominent the car, they would be placed in the most conspicuous position outside the tavern. Coincidentally, the carriages of Master Nero's Pompeii were arranged next to Clover. Both families had the most unreasonable manic bloodline of the empire, and were filled with neuroticism that ordinary families could not understand. Otherwise, Pompeii's Duke would not have his beautiful son, who was only twelve years old, witnessed the front-line battle with his own eyes, and let the teenager go to the execution platform to swing his sword and cut off the prisoners of war's head.

The tavern has three floors, but except for a few hidden rooms, seats will not be defined according to their identity, because the noble gentlemen and wealthy businessmen who can come here to consume are not short of money. No one wants to drink wine and thinks it is a dwarf. Moreover, the tavern will entertain some palace literati and bards for free, especially some women who are not particular about details. The antlers are not stingy with the most delicious afternoon tea and pastries. Therefore, the antlers' business has always been booming, and they need to reserve a seat to sit down for a comfortable afternoon or dusk. What's more, not far from the antlers is the Haitang Street, where the richest night programs in the Empire. Not only rich men find various entertainment there.

Even women can find corresponding special services to satisfy. They can choose naked handsome men through small holes on the wall behind the scenes. The owners in the name of the Lady Salon will completely screen the men's age, appearance, and even nationality according to their requirements. After paying a certain amount of gold coins, if they are shy or worried about the leakage of their identity, they can wear various goddess masks carefully created by their masters and have a naked exchange with the man on a comfortable bed. Their husbands obviously do not have the strength to make them tired until their legs become weak, so they can often get rewards equivalent to gold coins, are willing to linger and enjoy squandering gold coins.

Octavian's purpose of coming to Deer Antlers is very simple, which is to drink. There is a wine cellar with the richest variety of imperial capital. You can drink it as long as you can call your name.

The Knight of the Dragon Spear had no good feelings for Nero, who liked the poem and played the piano and seduced the famous socialite. However, for the sake of the little Augustine, he did not slam the table and drove people. He just watched the playboy who had a mixed reputation in the aristocratic circle drink a whole bottle of Soviet spirits, and could shout another bottle without curling his tongue. Octavian thought this guy was good, at least a qualified drinker. As for the curly-haired young man, he was much inferior. He only brewed a glass of mimosa wine from the footest, and his face turned red. As for the past few times, he didn't drink much each time, but he could always drink with him until he had fun.

Soon York became drowsy and lay on the table and napped.

Master Nero looked at the window with great interest at the maid who was as charming as wine in the antlers.

Octavian looked at the awake Augustine and asked softly: "Little Augustine, the Secretary of State is not difficult for you, right?"

Augustine shook her head and said, "No. Instead, like a goddess holding a fair Libra. If possible, I don't mind crucifying her in front of a tripod and asking her for a drink."

Odawei grinned, "Don't forget to call me to drink together then."

Augustine smiled and said, "As long as you are not worried about being punished by Mrs. Richmond to stand all day long when you return home, and you will be ordered to copy the Knightly virtues a hundred times."

Octavian had a bitter face. Whenever he encountered a headache, he would habitually wipe his beard. He sighed heavily, and was still scared. But soon the Lotte Knight returned to his smile and said, "My wife hated me for coming to the antlers, but after hearing that with you today, she not only agreed, but also gave me a large bag of Caesar gold coins, saying that it would not matter to go home later. It can be seen that she is very satisfied with you, the godfather of Little Clough. Little Augustine, I knew that you are my gospel. You really should go to the battlefield with me, cut off the enemy's heads, break their spears, and win all the knight's badges together!"

Augustine was also a little surprised by Mrs. Richmond's transformation. The last time she entered Clough's mansion, he could still keenly feel her hidden hostility. Facing Octavian's invitation without bothering, he shook his head and said, "Our battlefield is different."

Octavian opened his throat and said, "How could it be different? I knew very early that you were the butcher of the Night Watch! In the battle of Kepler's gallows, how many heretic heads did you break? Forty? Fifty? Or one hundred? Little Augustine, you would have been the successor to the Count of Sword Saint Wilde!"

Augustine punched the Great Dragon Spear Knight in the forehead, "You whisper to me."

Octavian shut up in depression, looking pitiful, who was seriously inconsistent with his identity.

Nero, who had been turning his head away, had a strange smile.

Augustine smiled and said, "Okay, let's drink all your gold coins first."

As soon as he heard this, Octavian was no longer depressed. He was worried, and he would not care too much. For example, he was always worried about how to untie Prince William of Titan, but he had never been able to do it over the years, and he almost died in the Titan land several times, but he was still able to drink and have a lot of fun.

So he particularly liked the little guy Augustine, who could kill people and kill more than him, who could drink more alcohol, and always drink more than him. The most amazing thing is that this young man could always live well, walk up Kepler, walk out alive, come to the imperial capital alive, leave alive, and then go to the Academic Affairs Office again today. Judging from the situation, he went to prostitutes with the unscrupulous client who did not pay for the Chief Secretary of State. He was so handsome, which was even more powerful than his long spear-stuck head. Octavian began to subconsciously touch the only sloppy beard that violated his wife's wishes and did not shave off. He was a little contradictory and worried: I was not a woman, otherwise I would definitely fall in love with this little guy.
Chapter completed!