The third beautiful girl riding the dragon clan genealogy, Capella, seemed not a lady who liked to read the love story of a knight. After leaving something, she scolded the idiot, jumped onto the head of the dragon again, and rolled up a lake of reeds and went back gently? It seemed that she had really gone back. She went back like this! Augustine sat on the ground holding a wooden box and manuscript, feeling helpless. This arrogant relative of her peers finally met, but she couldn't change her stubborn temper. She stood up and said, "I have only seen the golden subspecies before, and this time I have seen it. I had known that Gakamiao had rushed back to the Mayan Temple in such a hurry, even if she hugged her thigh, she would ask her to let me take a few more glances at the dragon."

What day is today? The teacher is here and Kakamiao is here. If it is not so urgent, it is the greatest reward for Augustine's nightmare in the past six months. Augustine held two meetings that did not look closely but were definitely precious things, and slowly walked towards the Castle of Poetry and Song. The already blurred trajectory of fate is clear again and slipped into the track that can be controlled by himself. The girl sitting on Capella's head was not worried about the terrible consequences of this "elopement", but was worried about a small problem: "Capella, do you think my clothes are not very sloppy in his eyes? Isn't it very bad?"

The dragon spitting out the dragon's breath replied in the frost dragon-type language: "In his eyes, you may not be the most beautiful lady, but you must be the most unique lady after St. Artemis. The most important thing is that you are younger than that witch."

witch?

It can be seen that Augustine's family magic teacher is not only welcomed by the Mayan Temple, but also not a friend in the eyes of the dragon.

"But she stepped into the snow-capped mountains younger than me."

"But you solved the Nibelon-Range Paradox. Although she helped you, the key is in your hand. It is you who opened the sacred door that kept countless magicians out. She just provided some advice. Without her, you can solve the mystery in thirty years."

"Thirty years!"

"For me, it's just a blink of an eye."

"Well, I forgot that you are a dragon and have no say in the age of human women. By the way, Cappela, that half of the Nibelon Heart, according to St. Artemis, is just the second seal that acts on the liberation of him. It sounds like there is no benefit to repairing the hourglass of life. On the contrary, the weaker life is, the less suitable it is for the "bloom" of the nuclear weight. The inlay of the will dragon heart in the body can at most pull back the tilt angle of the balance of life, and the most fundamental one.

The problem has not been solved, and the sequelae of "inlaying" at inappropriate times is very serious. Moreover, with Nibelon's pride, there will definitely be huge repulsion. I am afraid that even the Holy Coffin Knight can't bear it. What should he do? Did I give it too early? The problem is that if I don't hand over the Dragon Heart to him this time, I may really have no chance. Alas, headache. Cappela, you said just now that you smelled the green fragrance of Ursula's tree eyes. Will this be a chance to stitch the gap?"

"Ursula is just the eyes that Pluto dug out of the eyes of Gaia, Mother Earth, and not the bitch full of lustful and filthy juice."

"Capera, you are a lady! Please pay attention to the wording!"

The dragon was silent for a moment and slowly spoke: "I don't want to make a statement that once belonged to my lover."

Kaka Miao, who never easily says "thank you" and "sorry" to anyone, expressed his sincere apology with silence.

"Again, shouldn't you think more about how to face the angry Mayan temple?"

"I thought it through. Isn't it possible to leave Michelle within fifty years? I don't plan to leave either. The books there have been enough books there for me to read for two fifty years."

“Is this a small thing you can forget after a night’s sleep?”

"A small thing."

The dragon no longer speaks.

Augustine spent three days in his study to roughly study the manuscript. It was not difficult to create a genius idea in the field of magic because of inspiration. The difficulty was to use a large string of talented arguments to prove a seemingly simplest conjecture or paradox. The reason why the Nibelon paradox is known as the jewel of magic laurel is precisely because of the simplicity of the principle it described. Why 1+1 equals 2, it must be closer to the basic origin than 1+2 equals 3. Almost every page of this manuscript has precious thoughts that make Augustine's eyes lit up and then think hard. The reader is so difficult, let alone the writer? Augustine knew that Gakamiao was a genius, but how big the gap is, just a pauper didn't know ten thousand Caesars and one million Caesars. Augustine stretched, finally

When I opened the box, the manuscript had already made good intentions and was built with sixteen small magic circles, one by one, but the manuscript gave clues to a single magic circle. It took Augustine all night to crack this little joke. Opening the box was a huge heart that was still beating, green, like the most precious gem, even half, was twice as much as that of a human. It had been beating in the eyes of a magic god in the temple for countless years and months, and finally was taken off by her. I believe this was enough to get her a magic crow badge. She is the third young magician in Mayan history to enter the temple, but she must be the freak who got the badge at the fastest speed. How many records will she create that peers and juniors look up to her? Could it be that she will become the second St. Artemis?

"You are the guy who wears a half-body robe to eat the mixed orc sword saint?" The little Megan shaman with a horned horn on his forehead squatted at the door of the study, holding his cheek for several days, and finally couldn't help speaking. It was not that he could not hold on for a few more days, but that he intuition told him that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, the human being who descended to the Sobian Plain to cause damage would continue to shut up. When the ancestor blew the first trumpet of destruction, he happened to chat with some older ancestor heroes in the depths of the Ancestor's Temple, and wanted to run out, but the trumpet of destruction was activated by the trumpet of destruction.

The soul chain of shamanism was locked inside. When he went out, he only saw the big guy who was not like an angel, the devil, and the devil, climbing up. He was shocked. Fortunately, the shaman emperor in his family stopped the big guy from reaching the top. When he lay on the railing and looked at it, he saw a guy who was not like a human, the devil, and the devil squatting on a tombstone and gnawing on a corpse. These two bad-tempered guests were monsters climbing up from the abyss? It is said that during the Battle of the Gods, the Titan giant carried a hell furnace and climbed across Mount Olympia under the leadership of his mother Gaia!

Augustine covered the box again and looked at the little shaman who showed obvious disdain when talking about the Dead Sword Saint. Augustine looked at the child and said calmly: "It died for the Muse. I don't care how your muse respects power or how great your ancestors are, but for such characters, you should at least give a little patience and add a name."

The little shaman curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "What's the bullshit? Wherever we have a hard fist, whoever is qualified to occupy the throne, and whoever can control everything about the weak."

Augustine narrowed her eyes and said, "I am the reason here."

Little Megan turned her head slightly, even more disdainful, and she didn't even bother to say anything. It was strange that this little guy could speak fluent language of the Holy Empire. If his mathematical talent that is different from ordinary people could roughly express his intellectual level, it would be a miracle.

Augustine smiled and said, "Don't believe it? Then I'll let your Queen Elizabeth talk to you later?"

Little Megan hummed, "Don't think that she had a bad relationship with my ancestors. When I was a child, I liked to follow Aunt Elizabeth to tame tribes that refused to bow down and tame. My aunt often praised me for being good at math!"

Augustine's face twitched: "Did you learn math from her?"

Little Megan raised her chest, snapped her fingers, nodded proudly, "Bingo!"

Augustine asked with a smile: "What is three plus two equal?"

Little Megan quickly reached behind her, calculated with her fingers, and gave an answer instantly: "Five! You idiot! You actually asked such a mentally retarded question!"

Augustine was not angry and continued to ask, "Is twelve plus fourteen equal to twenty-five or twenty-seven? Is it twenty-seven? Is it true?"

Little Megan's eyes rolled and immediately replied with certainty: "It's twenty-seven!"

Augustine praised: "The wilderness is really a fertile soil that breeds infinite hope."

Little Megan seemed to hear the joke in this guy's words and asked tentatively: "Is it twenty-five?"

"Idiot Megan, he must have given you both wrong answers!" A loli, who is no more tall than Megan, kicked the little shaman in the butt. When the child turned around in surprise, he was immediately pulled by the loli with the horn that was of great significance to the Muse Continent, and jumped around in the air, like a ragdoll rabbit with only his ears held. Fortunately, it was not the separatum rabbit brought from the Titan.

"Aunt Elizabeth?! Are you still alive?" Little Megan burst into tears, but unfortunately she was hung in the air, which was very funny.

"It's not that easy to meet the ancestors' heroes." The Loli Butler rolled his eyes and said.

As soon as the fact was confirmed, Little Megan's grief came and went quickly. He immediately smiled and his feet were still off the ground and said, "Aunt, when will I go back to our side? I want to flatten the tribal villages with you. I have already thought of a route for you."

The little queen let go of the sheep horn that appeared every five generations in the "Emperor" family and said calmly: "I won't go back."

The little guy looked confused.

Augustine felt a strong sense of frustration about this golden combination and was ready to read the process of solving the Nibelon paradox again. This is undoubtedly a treasure that can dig out countless spiritual wealth. As soon as she turned around, Loli walked behind him and patted her back. Augustine turned around in confusion. Loli, who rarely had serious conversations, glanced at the box, withdrew her gaze, and chuckled: "I just studied the dragon armor of the leader sent by the Constant family. Its fundamental significance lies in the confinement and torture of the soul, but if she put it alone, she would

Entangled by the resentful spirits of three abnormal death dragons, talking to them with human wisdom, inequality, and may not be able to get relief for life. It is similar to a plant without a high-level soul but without hindering survival, but the half of the Nibelon-root dragon heart on the table will give you bloom. Augustine, don't explain, you are almost dead, and no matter how good your acting skills are, it cannot hide your life's failure. I am a shaman, and have a say in the soul than anyone else, so I decided to borrow this half of the dragon heart from you, but when will I return it to you, I am not sure."

"Don't lend it to her!" Little Megan said flushingly, revealing the secret suddenly, and his voice hoarsely. "Aunt Elizabeth wants to inject his soul into the armor and the dragon heart in the box, so as to increase the resonance between the two after they merge with your body. This means that the length of my aunt's life will drop without a bottom line, just like you are now! The worst thing is that in addition to the uncertain lower limit of her life, the upper limit will also be fixed, and it will be agreed with your highest value. This is simply a chronic suicide. The age of human beings in a hundred years is simply the age of youth compared to higher shamans like my aunt."

Augustine shook her head.

Little Megan was stunned.

I didn't seem to think it was so straightforward.

The little queen stubbornly said: "I knew it, but I have injected part of my soul into the armor of will."

Augustine whispered: "Although I don't know much about the top shaman's soul realm, you can extradite it, and there will be losses during the period, but this is at most decades of losses. It's a bad behavior, but it's much better than the worst."

The little queen grabbed Augustine's hand and said softly: "I'm willing to walk with you."

Augustine rubbed Loli's blonde hair and said calmly: "I still have ten years to go. If I don't find a solution then, even if you regret it, I will beg you."

The little queen stared at Augustine's eyes for a long time, finally snorted coldly, raised her proud sharp chin, pulled her arm, dragged the golden double-headed viper who had wrapped her body around the foot of the chair and didn't want to leave out of the study. Only Augustine and Megan were left here, who was confused and asked sincerely: "You guy named Augustine, are you doing this to every woman?"

Augustine, who was resting on the back of the chair, was amused by the question and laughed: "Not much, you can count it with one hand."

The child began to squat in the corner of the wall and drew circles, saying to himself: "It's not easy for Aunt Elizabeth. Except for my family, our aunt has been strong for countless years. The race where my aunt is only rising because of her. Our Maga is called the Emperor's family and has a corresponding queen family. However, in the past two hundred years, this family has been suppressed by my aunt alone. This time, it was this family that united all the deputy speakers except the dwarf Obe to demote my aunt's race to a inferior race. My aunt can only challenge my ancestors according to the rules of the shaman world. Only in this way can she prove the 'immunity' of her race."

The child pointed to the childish horns on his forehead, lowered his head and sighed, "See, I am still young, only one horn of destruction, my ancestors have three, but I was prophesied by the Temple Prophet to have three to four, and one can fall off every time I advance. If I grow up, I can protect my aunt with my fists. However, I am too young and dare not and cannot disobey the wishes of my ancestors. Augustine, thank you for saving Aunt Elizabeth last time. Uncle Dante, who likes my aunt the most, told me that when he comes back from traveling, he will come here to do three things for you. He is very powerful, has the blood of the Titan giant, and is the only student of the dwarf Obey. In fact, I would rather he be with my aunt and look at it from our perspective. Uncle Dante is much more pleasing to you than you."

Augustine curiously said, "Dante? The gray descendant of the Titan giant?"

Little Megan looked up and said with envious expression: "It's tall and strong. I like to let Uncle Dante carry me to chase the tornado. Can you do it?"

Augustine smiled and said, "Probably not."

The pitiful little Megan, who was squatting in the corner of the wall, began to sigh again by the adults.

Augustine slowly stood up with the box containing the heart of Nibelon and the stack of manuscripts on it, and said to the little shaman: "Megan, please send me a message. I will have to rest these days."

The child frowned and said, "No one saw him?"

Augustine nodded.

The child pretended to be mature and worried, "Augustin, think about it more easily, don't commit suicide."

Augustine resisted the urge to kick him, squeezed out a smile and said, "I disappoint you. I don't have the strong body of your Uncle Dante, but I am more ineligible than him."

Little Megan raised a little finger, and in the muse, this represents mockery and is often a declaration of challenge. Augustine reminded: "You are more terrible than that swordsman? Believe it or not, I ate you raw?"

Little Megan didn't even make a fart, and ran out of the study and disappeared. This kid was a mess in math, but he was really not stupid.

Augustine brought some water to drink bread. As soon as she walked out of the study, Mrs. Quentin hurried over. Her chest trembled like the most spectacular waves on the sea. Augustine measured it carefully and could not hold it in one hand. She held a letter from the imperial capital in her hand. Augustine didn't mind giving her the privilege of priority reading. Although the quality of faith in this Florentine kitten has always been high or low, she has a very interesting advantage. When she lies,

No matter how sincere the eyes and face are, the right finger that reveals her true identity as a practitioner of the Irish Book of Dead will subconsciously bend slightly, with a very small arc, but in Augustine's eyes, it is no different from the label I was lying on my face. This is the truth that Augustine verified with countless seemingly careless questions. Mrs. Quentin said happily: "His Majesty the Emperor is preparing to rent the entire White Elephant Castle to you, the deadline is fifty years!"

In his letters with Miss Alice, Augustine had already learned that Greenspan was going to station in the south of the Empire, but the Barbarian's heart, the White Elephant Castle, was transferred to his hands in disguise? It was still a surprise. Augustine took the letter and opened it. It was indeed a beautiful letter paper exclusive to the imperial royal family, and it was still a font with distinct personality in Jupiter. The letter said that the Greenspan family would immediately send representatives to sign the lease contract. Augustine read it twice, and after the surprise, he carefully speculated that this was definitely not a Barbarian.

The original intention of this, did Mrs. Ekaterina have already passed the conversation here to His Majesty the Emperor's ears? Even so, it still does not constitute a complete reason for surprise. Is it the slackness of Saint Urban's departure, or the guilt of Reinhalt, or the shock and glory brought to the empire by Gacamie riding the dragon? Augustine folded the letter and handed it back to Mrs. Quentin and walked silently to the room that collapsed for nearly half a million dominoes. Mrs. Quentin was very dissatisfied with Augustine's indifference and could only stare at the back and sulk.

Augustine came to the room alone, pushed open the door, and looked at the "grave pile" of dominoes that had accumulated hardships for more than half a year but were instantly destroyed by Megan with a gentle finger. Augustine was a little stunning, with nearly 500,000 dominoes, weighing more than 3 tons. In addition to the low-level meaning of establishment and downfall, this game also has many special significance for magicians. For example, the teacher said that a paranoid magician once made a set of fourteen most sophisticated dominoes in history. The first one was only one-third of the fingernails, and then expanded at 15 times. After calculation, the kinetic energy released when the last one fell down will be 4.5 billion times the first card. The magician's epitaph is not limited to the domino itself, but covers humans: "When will humans who abuse their power lie in the tomb of their own digging?"

Augustine fears this world because there are countless wise men like this magician. Here, the dragon bows to humans, and the immortal seeds out of the throne and retreats to the corner of the night. There are indeed countless gods on the earth before the dusk of Ragnarok. If humans rest and slack off, they may be replaced by the next powerful race that matches power and wisdom. The Damolix sword above their heads will fall at any time. But these are just things that the teacher and the demigods like Maga Black Ram are considered. Augustine doesn't care. This coward just doesn't want to die at all. He also hopes to go to the Byzan O'Cai.

After walking and looking, I have not been to the Mayan Snow Mountain Temple, the Golden Island floating on the ocean and the Sun Temple rumored to be located in the trench. Only by living and seeing the scenery can I be willing to go to hell after death. Augustine was entertained and imagined himself, laughing, taking a deep breath, and sweeping all the dominoes to the corner of the wall after three basic [Goddess Blowing]. He placed the box at the center of the room. Augustine sat on the ground, spreading pages of manuscripts around her, forming a circle, spreading out layer by layer, silent room, thinking manuscripts, passing lives, precious manuscripts, incomplete dragon hearts, and piled dominoes.

In the next few days, Augustine was drinking water and gnawing on bread, repeatedly studying the verification process of the Nibelon-Root Paradox, which is the most thorough understanding of Nibelon-Root Heart.

He vaguely saw a glimmer of light.

After studying the manuscript carefully, Augustine, who had a stubborn face, left the box, but took the manuscript and walked out of the room, took out the golden pocket watch, and looked at the time. It was early morning. After praying in the study, he walked out of the underground castle of Sinig Brother, came to Black Swan Lake, took off his clothes, and jumped into the lake. The lake water was not cold, and Augustine swam very happily. When he walked ashore, two complex magic arrays that could be called the crystallization of wisdom appeared on his back, layered, like the North Pole Bell Cathedral and the square ground of Mayan Snow Mountain. They have been with Augustine for more than 20 years. When he was a child, there was no mirror in the duke's mansion, but he was worried that the young Augustine was frightened by the pattern on his back. Augustine was wet.

Put on his clothes, return to the bedroom, take a razor, shave off the hard stubble, put on a clean dress, lie on the bed that is not comfortable at all, close his eyes to meditate. If the knight and swordsman are professions to maximize the development of the body, especially the limbs, then the magician is definitely the most "sophisticated" group of people on the brain. This group tirelessly piles up building blocks for the breadth and depth of thinking. This road has no end. Augustine is not a genius in the strict and narrow sense, but he has some broad dark gold leverages, struggling to support Augustine to this point today. Augustine said a string of Old Laranos and fell asleep.

“IndivisibiliteracInseparabiliter.”
Chapter completed!