In the twilight, Augustine and Nero York were staggering on the streets of Weilland on Jonathan Street. It was a famous slope that lasted a mile long. It stood at the bottom of the hillside and walked upwards, especially in the winter when the snow was paved, which was like a path to heaven, so it was known as the saints. When York was halfway through, he ran to the street and vomited three times, vomiting and confessing, which made Augustine and Nero smiled uncontrollably. In that youth that could also throw family hopes and badges behind their heads, the two nobles had always regarded bullying York as the only hobby left in their life ascetic life. Praying several times a day and copying ancient scriptures of the sages under the lamp, there was no fun at all. The Great Dragon Spear Knight did not pull Augustine until he was drunk today, and let three young people go. At Nero's suggestion, the three were

Young people of the same age who had been reunited for a long time began to slam the streets. When they reached the top and squatted together, Nero whispered: "Augustin, there will be a fox hunting event tomorrow. The number of people participating is not large, but they are all members of the front-line family of the imperial capital and a group of young heirs who have some reputation in the emperor. Among them are brothers and brothers born in Aphrodi and Constantine, like you, Aphrodi and Constantine, what about you? Are you interested in playing? I heard that before you left your hometown, I exchanged love tokens with the lady of the Northern Owufu family. If you remember correctly, it was you who used a peach blossom falcon made by one hand to exchange for a horse she raised personally. Tsk, it's so touching. I want to tailor a lyric poem for you for free. If you are willing to participate, I will cancel a pre-determined itinerary for tomorrow."

York, who had been a little sober, didn't understand the situation and said, "Why did I hear that this Aphrodie is getting close to Prince Schopenhauer and Napoleon's Grand Priest?"

Augustine was not sad, but just curled her lips and said lightly: "Don't girls all like prince charming and knight heroes? York, if you were a lady, would you like a groom or a butcher?"

York said seriously: "I am a normal male magician. I can't understand the girlish feelings you always talk about, princes, princess, etc. I have never met. I only know a cunning nobleman of Augs Song City who likes to fight close to a magician, and a nobleman of the imperial capital who is so unpromising that he can only use sweet words to deceive ignorant girls. These two bastards have no good reputation in Jupiter. It is a misfortune of knowing them."

Nero hit, "To be precise, you are a 22-year-old pure male magician who still doesn't know the taste of a woman. He is so pure that he can touch heresy. Also, York, why don't you go out and shout out, "I've slept in the same bed with the handsome Master Nero, or go to St. Carol to say that you like to compete for veal lunch with Augustine, the new consul of the Sacramentary Department, to see who doesn't treat you as a big shot? Oh, I almost forgot that Miss Garcím arrived at Maideola for the first time, and you stared at her two beautiful legs, but you didn't get roasted pigs. How did the pretentious idiots in the torch who lie in the medical room accept the injustice of fate?"

York muttered a few symbolic protests. He was not stupid enough to quarrel with a guy who could win countless flowers with a confession poem in Caesar's Great Round Gate Square. Not to argue with Nero and not to fight with Augustine were two painful educations that were unlucky a few years ago. Of course, for a simple magician, these unpleasant memories were all the warm colors that were rare in his old-fashioned youth. If these two noble heirs whom he hated at first, he would probably be the same.

"Life's Crip" who only knows how to memorize magic formulas according to the teacher, and cannot integrate into the life of the imperial capital. Today, I can only become a loner freak of the torch. York has always been proud that Augustine taught him how to raise a top-grade hawk. He still remembered the shock of the nobles of the torch when he saw him, a foreign country bumpkin, skillfully directed Bai Weng to pull the eagle, especially when others were curious about why a monk named Maede Ola could raise hawks. He used Augustine's godfather, the Aerial Monastery

The previous dean, Saint Iyetta, said, "Alehan said that after I die, I will protect the vein of Deaora," which won unprecedentedly unanimous envy and awe. This allowed York, who was born in a pariah, to truly take root in the torch. After the Rottenchild family was removed from the genealogy of the imperial aristocratic family, York, like all the elderly and withered monks in Deaora, did not change their understanding of Augustine at all. Before York walked out of the monastery, he replaced the saint Iyetta as the dean's teacher and treated him privately.

I have advised not to forget some valuable friendships. Therefore, York's first time writing a review was because he heard the arrogant Constantine in the torch telling Augustine's bad words, and then smashed a super-large magic [Flame Gallery] of level 58 without saying a word. Then, Dean Maedeola, who heard about this, just mentioned it in regular letters, and wrote in a rare humorous tone that "it seems that your nuclear weight capacity still needs to be improved, and you will try to lose one above level 60 next time."

Augustine finally remembered Nero's first question and replied: "I won't go hunting foxes. I don't have a fox hunting dog, let alone the North Pole Bear Hunter that has no market value. Nero, don't forget that I am no longer a nobleman. Fox hunting is not allowed by imperial laws, but rabbit hunting is OK."

Nero regretted, "Don't play this with me! Augustine, I don't know who you are? Alas, you really don't want to let the lady with the title of Imperial Moon fall into regret?"

Augustine shook her head and said, "This is unrealistic."

Nero sighed and annoyed, "She is such a blind man!"

Augustine said softly: "The rose thorn in your heart, different eyes are not good?"

Nero sighed with a bitter face,

Augustine patted the shoulders of the most controversial aristocratic young man in the imperial capital nowadays and smiled: "For women, especially beautiful women, time is more ruthless than any enemy. If you hate a woman, try to live a few more years, and then when she is old, she hugged a young mistress and walked up to her, saying softly that you are so ugly."

Nero whispered: "So gentle. So cruel."

York couldn't help but curse, "What a nobleman, so shameless."

The three of them laughed at the same time, and the quiet streets of Weilland were pierced by laughter. When will the rising sacred empire be pierced through the sky by this golden triangle composed of heretic giant, the chief marshal of the empire and the holy magician?

In any case, these three young people who spent their youth together in the monastery tonight were destined to be crowded on a large bed in a small roadside hotel. Next street is the gathering place for Jonathan prostitutes who were praised by the nobles as "never sleeping at night". You can vaguely hear the wonderful and restless string music. On the bed, the three of them discussed a very serious and academic topic together.

A handsome guy who actually made Miss Jonathan devote himself without spending a copper plate looked at the ceiling and said softly: "Augustin, York, I still have some gold coins on me, about thirty-something Caesars, why don't you find a few girls of medium price?"

A guy who is no longer a noble but at least a handsome monk scolded: "" "Jonathan is so expensive? Ten Caesars are of medium appearance?"

"Of course, otherwise, why is it the imperial capital? There are too many foolish country bumpkins like you who have flocked in to raise the price. Now the middle-aged and old nobles in Jupiter are complaining and want to get you a ban."

The monk looked at the ceiling pitifully, "I would have borrowed some gold coins from Octavian if I had known it."

Finally, the young magician who claimed to be pure suggested: "Why don't you just find a top-notch prostitute and take turns?"

The handsome nobleman shivered for a moment and pretended to be horrified: "York, you really have a strong taste."

The priest from the source of the Knight of Practice [Saints] echoed: "More pervert than the old nobles."

The magician who was huddled at the base of the wall was angry and embarrassed, "I mean you, I didn't say I wanted to participate!"

"But you want to."

"I really want to do it!"

"York, haven't you noticed that some part of your sheet is raised?"

“What a pure sight.”

"You two get out of bed!"

"Augustin, fortunately I slept outside, you have to be careful. York's spear is obviously eager to try."

"Nero, don't you always say you are more handsome than me? I believe York will make the right choice. I don't mind helping him at that time."

A magician began to recite the magic spells silently.

Amid his snoring, two other allies with the same godfather chatted softly all night with the pleasant string music of the street next door, talking about women, war, politics, and everything.

In the early morning, when York woke up, the three of them made a long-lost prayer together. Then Nero and Augustine sent York to the gate of St. Carroll Academy. Finally, today, Nero, who followed the general's father to the frontier of the empire, sent Augustine to the Earl of Clover. This super-class heir of the empire who was highly expected in his youth but only showed a depression after walking out of the medhiola, finally stretched out the bloody fangs unique to the Pompei family. On the border border with Titans, aristocratic general led by the commanders of various legions, as well as the rising stars like the barbarian Greenspan, were even more sissy.

The shadow of war speculators like Helen, of course, there are also the miscellaneous knights led by the fat Reinhalte, a group of descendants of countless messy nobles led by the fat man Reinhalte, and a large number of performers who just watch the war scenes to return to their respective counties and provinces to brag about how they bravely killed the enemy. Nero did not ask Augustine to see him off. His bright and beautiful face was wearing a dazzling smile, and he hugged his only real friend and said softly: "In the future, you will be the godfather of my children and York, and I will be the best man for you two guys. This was an agreement made in Maedeora. So, Augustine, let's not die."

Before leaving, Nero took out a gift from the carriage and gave it to Augustine.

It is a maze box made of cleverly piled up of building blocks. To open it, it requires good intelligence.

All morning, Augustine, who was sitting in Clough Garden, racked her brains to open the box. Before lunch, Augustine finally opened it. He was originally going to knock on the hateful maze of the nickname Golden Fleece with an axe.

What is the common hobby of the most tasteful and paranoid group of top collectors? It is not vulgar jewelry, not rare porcelain, nor heretical specimens that are spoiled by orthodox, but the apostle playing cards that have always become the biggest puzzle of the epic continent.

There is only one deck of apostle playing cards in the Golden Wool Maze box, and a yellowed page of a book torn from a certain document.

A deck of playing cards is 55. The red heart symbolizes the war of blood. Spades represent deep wisdom. Plum blossom means peace and women. The square is power. Each color has thirteen playing cards, ten letter cards plus three human head cards. The red letter cards are painted with the most warlike legion or knights badges on the continent, and the Titan Empire occupies the most seats. The plum blossom letter cards have the most famous logos of each seminary and monastery. The Holy Empire has no doubt that the next apostle playing cards will be added to the aerial monastery. J, Q, K, each has three human head cards, a total of twelve, painting the avatars of the epic characters standing on the peak on the epic continent. Add the last three, the pinnacle of heresy: the Black Emperor; the spiritual father of the continent: the White Emperor; and the queen who will be blank if the candidate is vacant.

The replacement of apostle playing cards was changed every twenty years. The most recent time in the year of the Holy Calendar 821, that year, the emperor of the Holy Empire returned to the top card of the Cube after two hundred years. Saxon, the "razor theologian" who was judged as a heretic by the Pope of Byzano, a thousand years old, fled to the Kamiao Empire and became the latest black emperor. After killing dozens of royal members with the same blood relationship in one breath, Queen Kamiao became Cube Q, one higher than Jupiter of Cube J. The White Rose Dynasty, which is still high in Spade A, was completely abandoned by the Apostle playing cards. The young emperor who was once scared by the Kamiao Iron Cavalry and hid in the quilt and cried bitterly after getting the cards, became furious and became a joke. Even the White Rose nobles scoffed at it and had to worry about the future of the dynasty.

After each Apostle playing cards are finalized, they will be sent to the Mayan Temple, the Altar of the Sun God, the Golden Island and the Byzan Ode to be issued only after the four parties are determined.

No one questioned its authority.

Augustine soon discovered the weirdness and preciousness of this set of Apostle playing cards, because it was different from the final popular version of the Epic Continent that year, because it had only 54 unprecedented numbers. According to the fragment, the original version of the playing cards in that year saw the overlap of two human head cards, [Black Emperor] and [Queen]. What made Augustine stunned the most was the version in the maze box, which was exactly the same as the head card given by the magic teacher in his arms. The drawings and materials were exactly the same. It was very difficult to tell the fragments.

The secrets verified by later generations, Golden Island and Sun God Altar both recognized this set of unruly playing cards, but both Mayan Temple and Byzan Odean rejected them. In the end, the four sets were sealed, destroyed, or lost. For some reason, the Pompey family obtained a complete set called "not even worthless" and then handed over to Augustine by Nero. In the next forty years, the [Queen] has always been the top card of the blank card. Was the maker "aggressive" with the spiritual father of the magic holy land Mayan Temple and the entire continent?

Augustine sat on the garden bench throughout the sunny afternoon.

Old Claff stopped outsiders from disturbing.

The old man watched the cigarette for a long time before leaving with his hands behind his back.

In the quiet garden, in the dusk, Augustine stretched out one hand, the palm of her hand covered with the last sunlight, gently clenched, and murmured: "Teacher, is it you?"
Chapter completed!