The top of Mount Michel, in terms of height alone, is a place closer to the starry sky than the Temple of the Olympia. Here are two magical buildings that have been mentioned most frequently in secret magic books. The Silence Square is more famous among the two, because it is almost the most grand embodiment in the history of human architecture, comparable to the intuitive shock brought by a war. It has three statues of gods standing in the triangle direction, and Saint Carroll, whose "will" eyes are embedded with Nibelon-root heart; St. Peter, the thinker who looks down and looks up with a staff in his hand.

Saint Taylor of the Sky forms the most basic three-pointed magic circle. Under this magic circle, it has a carving pattern that is countless times more than the superposition and compound of nearly a thousand large and large magic circles. It is the most vast book, which records all the wisdom crystallizations of human beings since the victory over the dragon. In addition to recording the magic circle, the last words of each temple practitioner will be engraved on the ground of the Silence Square, or the arguments that are most beneficial to humans and magic in their lifetime achievements are still observed and trampled by later generations, with profound meanings.

The first candidate in Mayan history to arrive at the temple on a dragon, the young female magician Gakamiao has been squatting in the square for a month and night, even lying on the square without saying a word. This state that is not only pious but also neurotic, obviously it must be maintained. She even refused to meet with the Mayan top ten members of the Council. Today, Old Gold came to the Silence Square again, watching the young woman leaning quietly on the base of the statue of St. Peter, looking up at the female god Saint Carroll, who opened the "will" purpose, and on her knee was the book "Forbidden Zone" brought to Michel. Old Gold walked past

Go and sit beside her. He is probably the only senior in the temple who is willing to talk to this junior. Of course, because Lao Gold has not communicated with others for too long, some of the advantages brought by the old noble status in the secular world have been faded. Now Lao Gold is just a centenarian who is not talkative at all. He does not expect this child to talk to him, so he said to himself: "Gaqa Miao, under your feet, is not the highest point of our world. Standing on the shoulders of the sage giant and picking the crown of magic requires every magician to climb beyond his abilities. This is the meaning of the existence of the sky above his head."

The lady who had never talked to others after arriving at the temple grinned her dry lips and smiled: "In my hometown, a fool said the same thing. He also said that the world of each of us is to draw a circle. The larger the circle you draw, the more curious and feared the unknown areas outside the circle. So I always think he is a fool magician, but a smart nobleman."

Old Gold nodded slightly, agreeing deeply about it.

The young and terrifying woman in the temple said with a little sadness: "I never know whether he was happy or lonely when he arranged tens of thousands of dominoes. When he prayed in the Monastery of Maedeora, would he think of some people and whether he felt boring when copying scriptures with the elderly. The elegant Duchess told me that intelligence may not be wisdom, but wisdom must be intelligence. Understanding this principle is a qualified lady. But, Old Gold, will it take twenty years or even more to wait for me to get out of here? By then, I am an ugly old woman?"

Old Gold smiled, "I don't think so, youth will particularly favor a lady like you."

The girl turned her head and looked at the white old man, smiled slightly and said, "Old Gold, thank you."

The old man shook his head and said, "As long as you can keep working hard and hard now and surprise us old men one by one, that is the best thanks. But Garmaum, Old Gold doesn't want you to be proud, because many people who have been to Michel and walked out of the temple have made many feats beyond imagination. Even, they have never been recorded by Maya. No matter what kind of glory my teacher has achieved, they always insist on her faith in her heart. Old Gold hopes that you can become a magician like her in the future."

She nodded and said, "In the Dragon Vein, Karape told me about her deeds. Before my grandfather was born, she was so powerful that she drove the Black Dragon Dandong out of the dragon's nest, and eventually caused the seriously injured dragon to fall into the territory of the White Rose Dynasty."

The old man fell into deep memorial and remembrance.

She blinked and asked, "I have been targeting chasing her for years. Old Gold, I say that, you won't be angry, right?"

Old Gold laughed heartily, as if he was more and more willing to talk and chat because he found a confidant: "Of course not. My teacher herself also wants to be surpassed. She doesn't like the look of others at all. I remember when I was still young, she sat in the same place as you, pointing at the statue of Saint Carroll and told me that the true meaning of the god lies in guidance, not in respect of it, but many people have forgotten this point. At least a few of us unsuccessful students disappointed her without exception. So Old Gold hoped that Miss Garkamiao

It can break the record of the Mayan Temple being sealed for a hundred years. Hey, I will leak a little secret to you. There are many old guys in the ten-person review meeting who are resentful of the teacher because she did something even more "excessive" than you. She refused to carve countless brand new magic circles created by her on the square. This is a pity for Silence Square. Is it a hard work for you to take her as your target. Old Gold probably won't live that day. Haha, so, Miss Kakamiao won't be angry, right?"

The girl smiled. She didn't like to show a smile. Once she smiled, she was always the most charming scenery. She raised the yellowed cover and looked into the distance with her chin. She was stunned and dazed. After a long time, she finally said: "Old Gold, if one day I miss my hometown and ride a dragon to leave the Maya Mountains, will you be angry?"

Old Gold was stunned for a moment and said softly: "The temple fair is angry, but Old Gold doesn't."

The young lady who insisted on wearing a family badge jumped off the base of the statue, turned around and waved goodbye to the old man, and continued to copy a magic circle in the center of the square.

Her jumping movements are light and elegant, just like she jumped off the head of the giant dragon, which is deeply memorable.

Old Gold sighed: "It's so good to be young. Is it riding a dragon to meet your beloved? Which bastard has this treatment?"

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The imperial capital was very lively these two days. A large number of generals and nobles led their entourages to the southern border. Whenever this happened, there would be many leaflets that would promote the cruelty of Titans after a rain. There would be high-headed horses galloping on the streets, and there were imperial warriors with distinctive armor on the horses. On the balcony and beside the streets, there were ladies and ladies watching their lovers and lovers traveling far away. Octavian, a knight of the big dragon spear, lined up outside the Earl's Mansion with dozens of family knights, holding a bouquet of roses picked from the garden by his son. Is there a warmer farewell gift in the world? Octavian, who was rude, could not hide his excitement, and his eyes were from his respected father and close friend Augustine,

The beloved son finally moved to his wife, nodded slightly, crossed his arms to his chest, bent down slightly, and rode his horse away. Augustine touched the head of the godson and whispered: "Little Cluff, your father is not good at poetry, but he sounds the song of triumph on the battlefield, which is the most moving collection of poems. The godfather's father is not good at killing enemies, but the pen in his hand can still fight for his family. They are all the bravest fathers in the world. Little Cluff, you are still young, and you don't need to rush to choose a spear or a quill. When you get older, you will naturally know what you need to pick up. The godfather believes that you will make the right choice. At that time, the godfather, your parents, and your grandfather will support you."

During the ascetic practice of the Old Clover Monastery, Mrs. Richmond, who "usurped the throne" and tried to change the ancient family according to her own wishes, felt a little guilty. When the old master gave the 120 followers and one million Caesars in the castle, the wise family members led by her directly rejected it at the Clover Family Meeting. In the end, Old Clover had to show his domineering style that he had not shown for many years and forcibly passed the resolution under the pretext of his personal name. However, the old Count had to use his own small vault for the huge amount of gold coins. Mrs. Richmond still did not regret all this, but especially when he saw this Purple Yaohua guest who only retained his ordinary priesthood, he felt a little unspeakable melancholy in his heart.

Augustine and the old Count had afternoon tea in the garden. Mrs. Richmond personally cooked a pot of extremely mellow Ceylon black tea and stayed with Little Cyclops. This family, which made the empire feel cold and unfamiliar, revealed a warm atmosphere for the first time, just like the warm sunshine in winter.

The old Count narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly: "Augustin, I heard that a masked female knight reappeared in the Saxon Forest, causing quite a lot of trouble for the new round of jihad. Why, a swan slipped away from Black Swan Lake?"

Augustine pretended to be stupid: "Maybe the big heretic Andre has two daughters, right? Shi Ye Ge can't escape a fly, let alone a swan with a female dual-professional master. Putting aside her identity, she is a very moving lady. For her sake, I have formed a lot of misunderstandings with sissy Helen. Only the fool would let go of the black swan worth more than 1.2 million Caesar gold coins."

The old man smiled and did not make a judgment.

Mrs. Richmond turned her head and felt helpless. She doubted whether it was a minor mistake to leave her. She really couldn't expect the Grand Consul to have an elegant and tasteful conversation with the Vampire Earl.

The old Count changed the topic and said, "Augustin, have you heard the most horrifying story of the epic continent written by Empress Kami? Not only did he defeat the 40,000 alien races gathered outside the Bell Fortress, but he also took the initiative to attack for the first time in recent decades, slaughtering more than twenty tribes, and there was no living place where he passed. Now it seems that the Principality that was groaning gently under Kami's iron hooves were very lucky. At least, except for the unlucky noble kings and noble knights, the civilians did not suffer much harm. I heard that our Emperor Emperor clearly expressed his admiration and was preparing to send an envoy headed by the foreign minister Ashim to the extreme north and actively demanded the sharing of the jurisdiction of the New Gospel continent. Perhaps, a sacred offensive and defensive alliance will also form, which is a brand new poem for the Empire and Kami. I believe the Titans will not want to see such a result."

Augustine hesitated for a moment and sighed: "I heard that, but what really scares me is not Kami's fierce cavalry, but the potential dominance shown by the queen has almost penetrated politics, military and culture. She said that it is impossible for a generation to change an empire, but she can make the first change and then cultivate a qualified heir to keep the country a benign inertial sprint. Can we imagine what Kami is like in Kami a hundred years later? This imprisoned lion cannot stay at the origin forever, let the Epic Continent gloat and watch its tragic fate from afar. Just like our empire, a sleeping lion will not take a nap forever."

Augustine hesitated again, "She showed a forward-looking nature beyond our world for at least a century. We formed an offensive and defensive alliance with such an ambitious country, perhaps not a move that would benefit the long-term interests of the Holy Empire."

Mrs. Richmond's eyes were full of surprise, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

Augustine laughed at herself: "I am a pessimist."

The old earl laughed and said, "This is not something the court can hear."

Augustine smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, especially at this sensitive moment when His Majesty the Emperor had some suspicion about me. His Highness, the Secretary of State, seemed to have taken the initiative to let me go to the trial team, but she actually won."

Mrs. Richmond seemed curious about the wonderful secret battle hidden deep under the table, and turned to look at the family priest who leisurely tasted black tea. But the two men, who had been separated by two generations, soon turned the topic to a discussion that made the lady laugh and cry.

"Little Augustine, have you figured out how to write my personal biography?"

"I have thought about the preface at the beginning."

"Speak and listen."

"Maybe the text is not so beautiful. It will allow most noble readers to throw it away when they see the beginning."

"It's okay, I'm mentally prepared. If I hope to speak beautifully, I promised His Majesty the Emperor to hire a court poet."

"The beginning is roughly like this: the last Claff head asked Peng Longna in his youth: Son, how could you steal someone else's bride from the wedding? This young man said, I am more handsome than the groom. Many years have passed, and after being punished by the empire for unprecedented success, His Majesty the Emperor asked: Do you regret the mistakes you made from a marquis who turned from a marquis to an earl overnight? The middle-aged man replied: No, it's not bad to be an earl that makes many dukes and marquis feel uncomfortable. Finally, this damn guy made many enemies old as he wished, staying in Made Ora practice. A priest asked: Old Claff, how can you forgive him if someone hurts you? The old man grinned and said: Forgive him is God's business, and the only thing I have to do is to send these unsightly bastards to see God."

The old count who kept pricking his ears laughed wildly, bursting out tears.

How many old guys can feel no regrets about their not short life?

Mrs. Richmond lowered her head and took a sip of black tea, which seemed particularly sweet.

Clough's chief butler walked into the garden, looked at the young monk and whispered: "Master Augustine, there is a mother and daughter from Richelieu Province who want to express their gratitude to you."

The old Count smiled strangely.

Augustine thought for a while and shook her head, "Please leave."

The butler bowed and left straight away.

Mrs. Richmond was just stunned for a moment and then figured out the mystery.

Outside the Earl's Mansion, the mother and daughter who were refused entry after receiving the news, still stayed for a while. The lady took the hand of her daughter who looked disappointed, "Let's go, Telis."

The lady who had already put on the magic intern at St. Carroll Academy asked sadly: "Mother, is the priest who was rumored to be the master Augustine in the book "Homera Epic", tired of us? But we did not mean to try to get Clough, but just wanted to express our sincere gratitude to him."

Mrs. Menner held her daughter's slender hands, whose joints were blue due to tension, stared at her sad face, shook her head and said softly: "No, Master Augustine is still treating us kindly in his way. The Empire does not understand him, but we cannot. I finally understand why Old Don Quixote would be willing to walk alone for such a young noble."

Two Richelieu ladies bowed and left gently.

In the garden, the old Count had left, and Mrs. Richmond looked at the young man who was still riding on his neck by his godson and asked, "Augustin, will you feel angry, fearful, or panic?"

Augustine, holding the young hands of the godson, smiled and said, "Of course. For example, I am afraid that Little Claff will pee on my head now."

Mrs. Richmond smiled.

From this moment on, he won the welcome of everyone in Clough.
Chapter completed!