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"Augustin, you just used the inspiration I gave you in the two-way transformation field of elementals and the law of base metal conversion wheel. You must pay me the corresponding reward for this! Without me, how could you easily analyze the little fool's question?" Elizabeth, who had not successfully explored the bottom, screamed, with a slender finger, seriously calculated the number of copper plates that Augustine should give her, and gave the answer, "Two points, six bourbon silver coins, 260 copper plates, none of them can be missing!"

"What did you say? I can't understand. I'm just an official orthodox magician who just got a Level 6 certificate in Jupit City. Naturally, I don't understand the 2 transformations of base metals and elements." Augustine, who is more pauper than any of the empire's great figures, said with a puzzled look on his face, then pressed Miss Elizabeth's head to stop her from punching and kicking in a rampage, and excluded her from the safe range. "I remembered that I suddenly thought that someone had said that the bottom of the bunker had abundant nuclear weight resources, and was a spring-like main trunk pulse point, which must be a very valuable place. I think it would be too unwise to give it to someone who would fight me even two or three silver coins. I have to think about it again."

"Cute Master Augustine, I told you that Old Pippin sent the coffin. Can we ignore the boring topics of the two multiple bourbon silver coins?" Elizabeth immediately stopped attacking Augustine. She held her hands in her chest in her princess outfit, staring at the stingy man who hit her weak spots pitifully.

Augustine shrugged indifferently and walked along the spiral passage towards the ground of Sinago Castle.

Elizabeth behind him was so angry that she couldn't dare to be "naughty". She accompanied this stingy and mean guy in front of her to explore. Every time she went down, she could feel the abundant energy fluctuations brought by the nuclear weight spring. The nuclear weight was the fulcrum of all magic and arcane. Without it, even if she had the most powerful lever, she could not pry the magic ball. This is also the biggest reason why Augustine had a large reserve of heretic knowledge but was only a level 6 magician.

As for whether this cunning noble young master deliberately hides his strength, Elizabeth now cannot judge. No matter what, being able to dominate the spring alone, for her and the little black pet who fell into "hibernation" because of the sixth sacred evolution, it is a rare opportunity. Maybe it can also accelerate the "god descending" of the little white python on her shoulder. Thinking of this, the young version of Queen Elizabeth was in a good mood and began to jump again, and welcome her future neighbor with great pleasure.

Walking out of the Castle of Sinig, Augustine saw a gorgeous carriage with a bright purple flower that once seemed to be a never fading color in Augs Song City. An old man with silver hair and a tuxedo got off the car and lifted a woman sitting in a wheelchair. The old man who looked like a housekeeper had his meticulous hair and stood respectfully on the side of the wheelchair, looking at the young man walking step by step, slightly wrinkled by the corners of his eyes, which were carved with deep crow's feet by the sickle of the years. The old man had not been so happy for a long time.

He was the housekeeper of the Rottenchild family and had served three heads. He had witnessed Grandpa Augustine cut off the head of the great heretic General Ron on the battlefield and sent the Xianhe Degrand family, who had fought with Rottenchild for more than two hundred years to hell. Old Pippin also saw the poet Duke of Augs Song City win the heart of the duchess and become one of the three most enviable couples in the empire. 20 years ago, the old man was still the old Pippin who liked to let the little Augustine ride on his neck the most.

The old butler stood up straight without any slackness, as if he was the middle-aged man who became the butler of Luo Tongzield on the first day.

The woman had long black hair that was almost spread on the ground, which was in the sharpest contrast to the old man. She sat in a wheelchair and stared at Augustine, holding a classic with almost only the cover left in her hand, and a delicate paper plane that was neatly folded.

Augustine walked beside the wheelchair, squatted down, picked up her cold hands slightly red from the cold, and put them beside her mouth to breathe heat.

Miss Elizabeth curled her lips in a strange expression, and then climbed into the luxurious carriage herself. Inside, there was only a shocking coffin, dense characters and spells, in which she was in the middle: I slept here, and the saints slept with me.

She was too lazy to pay attention to the boring reunion of a young couple. The guys here were what she was most interested in. She sat on the coffin, also as an enemy of mankind, and was regarded by Byzano and Vatican as the pinnacle enemy with extremely high experimental value. Elizabeth was arrogant and would not easily disturb the sleep of a princely immortal species. She also had to maintain moderate respect and kindness.

"Thank you for your hard work, Old Pippin." Augustine raised her head and said gratefully.

"Young Master, this is Lao Piping's duty." Lao Piping said with a smile.

Augustine stood up and looked at the old housekeeper who had been born with Rottenchild as the center, but couldn't speak. A large family that carries too much heavy glory and honor suddenly declined, and many forces surrounding Rottenchild began to retreat like a tide. The branches that used to climb onto the huge purple flowers also quietly retreated. In the end, the only one left was the old man in front of him. Augustine could fully imagine the loneliness of Old Piping alone wiping the 13 huge portrait oil paintings every day. The old man would definitely guard the Duke of Rottenchild in the eastern part of the empire until the day when he couldn't walk.

Augustine and the butler Old Pippin carried the coffin, and the cripple Ares pushed a wheelchair. Poor Miss Elizabeth had to carry a box that was seriously inconsistent with her delicate body. The group of people looked to Shinig's underground castle for the fourth floor, and the coffin with a princely leech was temporarily placed in Augustine's study.

Under Augustine's bloody and high-pressure methods, no one dared to move around easily, so no one discovered this strange team.

"Young Master, you have finally grown up." Old Piping stood in the study, looking at the rows of heavy pens on the simple bookshelf, and turned to look at the young master who seemed to suddenly jump from a baby to a boy and then suddenly matured into an adult. The old butler couldn't help but feel a little astringent, "Old Piping can't wait by the young master all the time, I hope you don't mind."

Ares pushed a wheelchair and took Pandora, Prince Odise's daughter, to the square at the bottom of Swan Lake, while Elizabeth crawled around on the coffin and studied it constantly, trying to figure out how a marquis Leech could be promoted to the top of the pyramid of power in just a hundred years.

"Old Pippin, I'm sorry." Augustine said in a deep voice, red eyes.

Elizabeth raised her head and looked at this human ally who didn't like to express emotions.

She knew what he was guilty of.

The old butler shook his head and said with a kind face: "The master and his wife always regard the young master as their greatest pride, and Luo Tongzild also regard the young master as their glory. Old Piping has never been doubted for a day. Unfortunately, Old Piping wants to set off to return to Augsey City immediately, because the Duke's Mansion is too big, and an old guy always needs to take care of you every day. Master, Old Piping can no longer carry you. I hope you can walk along the way in the future. If you are tired, stop and rest for a while."

Augustine nodded, smiled with a cracked mouth, the sun shining brightly, as simple and clean as the young master who had arrived at the Rotten Child family for a while.

"One box was handed over to you by the master after that time, and the other box was filled with some precious items collected by the wife for you." Old Piping paused for a moment and sighed: "I really hope I can live for decades more, wipe the portrait of the young master every day, and tell the children of Luotongchild in person that this is the greatest devout in the empire, Master Augustine."

Augustine blinked and smiled, "Old Piping, you can't carry me, you can continue carrying my child."

Old Piping smiled slightly and nodded.

He sent the old housekeeper out of Shinig Castle alone, and waited for the old man to get into the carriage driving position, Augustine whispered: "The enemy will never die for a day, and the purple flowers will never wither."

Old Piping looked down at the purple flower badge on his chest. When he heard this sentence of the 12th Duke of Rotten Child, Augustine's father, said the last sentence before he climbed onto the gallows, he could not help but leave two lines of old tears.

The old man firmly believed that if Master Augustine didn't fall down for a day, Luo Tongzild would never lose her glory!

Miss Elizabeth, who was hiding on the top floor of Shinig Castle, sighed: "Is the excessively vigorous human emotions a stumbling block on the road of biological evolution or the biggest source?"

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After Pippin left Black Swan Lake, Augustine did not even open the two boxes, nor did she visit the astrologer Pandora who came from the east of the distant empire, but she groped directly at the bottom. He and Elizabeth had already walked down to the 7th floor and were about to enter the 8th floor. She said Pippin brought the coffin, and then stopped. When Augustine set out again, it took an entire hour to find the hidden entrance to the 9th floor. Her intuition told him why the great shaman dwarf Obey and the elders of the Judama Parliament joined forces to create this secret stronghold, and the final answer was to be revealed in front of him.

Following the last and longest staircase to the 9th floor, a vast amount of magical energy rushed over like a wave, Augustine holding a black ball staff

The magic wand was inserted into the ground at the first time, and it was not directly rushed back to the 8th floor. The robe flew, and he opened his eyes hard. The 14 huge stone tablets surrounded it into a flawless circle. The stone tablets were engraved with miscellaneous spells that Augustine had never touched. He could only vaguely judge that the seven stone tablets were built by the heresy of the wild "Muse", because they were all rough and simple muse runes, which appeared a deep black. The other half of the seven stone tablets were created by the kings of the leech clan of the once underground dynasty. They were red, bright and dazzling, like pieces of solidified blood.

The center of the circle is a black hole. The nuclear weight bursts out in a wonderful state between gas and liquid that is visible to the naked eye, and is divided into 14 strands to inhale 14 stone tablets. What shocked Augustine was that these 14 forces did not absorb into the stone tablets in a quantitatively equal manner, but instead formed 14 energy at the first time when they rushed out of the pulse point. Therefore, what is powerful is that this amazing selective force that has never appeared in any official orthodox books in the world. Just like a surgeon, he usually dissects at the physical level, but now there is a terrifying character who can act on the soul level.

At this moment, Augustine, who was led into the first magic threshold by the witch Artemis, seemed to have really touched the critical point of the next threshold. Perhaps he could lift his foot and take this step, and he could be extremely powerful and completely break the restriction of his own low upper limit of the capacity of the nuclear weight. But in the face of huge temptation, Augustine chose to remain in place and persisted for a whole hour, trying to crack the secrets on the 14 stone tablets.

Before cracking, he would never take a step forward easily.

"Lucky is always a little better than ordinary people. Do you need your sister to tell you about their dark history?" The little girl Elizabeth didn't know when she sat on the stairs behind Augustine, holding her cheeks with her hands.

Augustine did not respond to Queen Elizabeth's olive branch.

Elizabeth exposed the stunning in her eyes and said to herself: "This is a magic circle that a madman only studied for 150 years. The 14 stone tablets and springs you see with your naked eyes together form the first magic circle. Do you know what the red stone tablet you are facing is the raw material? The blood, and it is all the blood of the high-level priests of the Holy See. This is called holiness. It is said that the Judah Mar Parliament even used the Supreme Secret Force to capture a group of poor worms above the archbishops, including two cardinal archbishops in Byzan O. The most important thing is that a certain "holy son" in the Vatican Church was also squeezed out of blood. This is why the two dark giants of the Sacramentary Department came here in person. The second large magic circle is called on our continent.

For the large necrotic forbidden technique of "sacrifice", you just need to take a few steps forward, and a three-dimensional defense system guarded by 49 shaman souls will appear on the ground. Your weak soul will be swallowed up in front of them without a few seconds. As for the third one, it is a complicated superimposed magic array set up by the 12 zodiac palaces. Well, I will completely take back the words "Obe" at this moment, you are a wild boar's childish slander, the dwarf shaman, you are indeed the craziest wise man in our continent. The 12th palace, what a huge project, and if you are careless in the process, it is equivalent to detonating the entire powder keg. You are worthy of being the great genius second only to the "Duke of the Black Maga Ram". In the end, Augustine, in front of you, it is known as the left eye of God."

Augustine was unmoved, with a sense of fanaticism in her eyes, and asked, "I just want to know if it can be controlled by me."

Elizabeth laughed kindly, "My cute little Augustine, if you can be controlled, do you think that damn sacred spear and your old boss, Lord Teutonic, will not move it?"
Chapter completed!