A carriage slowly drove from the imperial capital Jupit to the province of Masceau. It was medium speed, but there was no detour. It directly crossed most of Masceau's county and then entered the Black Swan Manor in the northwest corner of the county. It was located under the most majestic Fennel Mountains in the middle of the empire. This famous mountain range that divided the north and south of the empire was rich in Fennel Horses. This small manor called Black Swan Lake had long disappeared from the territory of the empire. Only the collection of poems more than 100 years ago would occasionally mention this beautiful scenic spot that attracts a large number of black swans to live in every spring. However, for nearly 100 years, no black swan has favored this manor, so it gradually disappeared from the vision of the bard.

A simple cheap carriage, a not strong young groom, was sitting in it with a young priest and a follower. The members were immature. In terms of superficial combat power, perhaps it could not be comparable to a small bounty team of three or four levels. However, this inconspicuous carriage crossed several strongholds of the county of Marceau in an almost domineering manner. They were all considered to be a place where merchants and traveled to the rivers. Perhaps the owner of this carriage was so lucky that it was jealous that it was unobstructed. After hearing this, a veteran general with medals on his chest curled his lips. He didn't know whether it was a gladness or a jealousy. This little bastard of the Augs Song City who grew up drinking the milk of the goddess of luck!

"According to the secret archives of the Vatican Church and the Imperial Royal Magic Union, a huge heresy organization has taken root here, gathering a large number of black magicians and secret alchemists. More than 40 years ago, under the command of the two giants "Golden Spear" Lesdun and Teutonic, it has been in a state of desolation since then." Augustine has a confidential document of Level VIII obtained through special channels in Jupit City. Next to him is a strange character with a child-like appearance in black robe. The face of a young woman, the pupils on her left and right eyes are of different colors. The luxurious and charming Lecch family is made the most in history.

"Baby-faced Princess", one of the great puppet works, the child held a book called "Prince William's Memoir - Blood and Flowers" which was quite popular in the upper circle of the Titan Empire. He read it carefully and looked relish. When he heard Augustine mentioning the Black Swan Lake Manor, she raised the beautiful little head that would be determined to be heresy at first glance, and slowly said: "That stronghold is the result of the cooperation of a certain elder in the parliament of Judama, the highest organization of the Great Shaman, "The Dwarf Ober" and the Lecch Supreme Organization. As for whether there are traces of the Pope's Hall in the middle, I don't know very well. Anyway, the so-called "**" of human beings is dirtier than any massacre."

"Dwarf Obe?" Augustine said curiously.

"The wise men on the barbaric continent, the great conspirator, have similar status to the leaders of the Pope Hall or the ruling office in your human society. In terms of pure power, the Pope Hall of Byzano and the Sacraments of Vatralantigan where you are, are not better than the Parliament of Judama and our 'midgod'. But for hundreds of years you have almost wiped out the entire wolf clan, and the arrogant lecch has completely hidden in the darkness according to the "Escape" treaty, and the midgod has never been able to take root and grow in the rich human soil. I didn't understand it, but I was abducted by you and your family to drink the imperial government.

The vortex of the ruling, I began to understand the difficulties of the 'dwarf'." The gorgeous and eternal "baby-faced princess" exhaled, and what she said was obviously not as simple and innocent as her tender appearance. For humans, the Sacred Department of the Judgment Institute, midgod, lecch, and dwarf Obe, these words are obscure and taboo heretic content. Not to mention a child, even a noble socialite who is qualified to contact power with his own hands, it is absolutely impossible for him to spit out this series of words so calmly, which is no easier than being kissed by a nouveau riche on his lips.

"It is inevitable that you will ignore some wisdom if you admire power too much. This is the balance setting of the Creator. Otherwise, there will be one-sided victory everywhere, and it will be too boring. The treacherous and despicable human beings are forced out by you, such powerful species. Just like my sleekness and sleekness were squeezed out by you." Augustine had long been used to her words and deeds. If she had not been dragged into the big vortex that was almost unavoidable, she would still be the "Elizabeth" who gave the sacramental part a headache.

"Squeeze? Like this?" The little girl lifted up the hat covered by her head, smiled mysteriously, and rushed towards Augustine, hugged the helpless young priest's head with both hands, rubbing his chest against his face.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in females without breasts." Augustine held the black hat of this little guy who was as delicate as top porcelain, and then lifted her up and threw her to the corner of the side. Even if he was as weird as some old nobles who liked to raise beautiful children, he thought of her identity. Even though she was still in the "recovery" stage, Augustine still hoped to restrain herself, because there was a motto in the upper circle: Women's revenge is always caught off guard, and it often starts when you slip out of her bed.

"I am a loli with a delicate body, and I will definitely grow into a national treasure loli with a big waist and breasts in the future. How dare you despise me?! I bit you to death!" The little girl rushed towards Augustine again in anger, biting her, focusing on Augustine's ears, making the young priest who can maintain a noble style in front of the dark giants extremely annoyed. She launched a counterattack, grabbed her pink face, pulled her away without pity, threw her hand on the carriage, and then slapped her on her delicate butt. She suddenly stopped moving, bent her waist, and turned her head to reveal a charming smile that was not inferior to an adult woman in the ambiguous position of her butt on the ground, and stretched out her pink tongue to add to the corner of her mouth, and said with a charming look like silk: "Continue, don't feel sorry, I like you to pamper my slave in the storm."

"Abnormal." Augustine rolled her eyes, quickly withdrew her hands, and remained silent.

"I know you're just being patient. Which nobleman doesn't have a devil with erotic deformity in his heart? Sooner or later, you'll take off his robe and throw it into my arms." The little girl said amazing words that were seriously inconsistent with her appearance. What she said was the kind of erotic old nobleman who had been immersed in the upper filthy circle for most of her life. However, when she put on her hat and picked up the famous autobiography of the Prime Minister of the Titan Empire, she returned to her quiet posture, but she quickly wiped her saliva: "The book says that the 'Salon Queen' of the Titan Empire has a facial oil made of special medicinal materials and precious petals, which can make women look 20 years younger, and they don't know what is true or not."

"Let's talk about it when your breasts grow from plains to hills. Besides, you are two 20 years younger, and you can still be my grandma at your age." Augustine said sarcastically.

"This will definitely be the most spectacular mountain in the future." The little girl rubbed her chest hard and gritted her teeth, "When the time comes, you will bow to the beautiful loli's 'Grandma Elizabeth' skirt!"

Augustine remained silent, lifted up the curtains and looked at the beautiful Black Swan Manor, quiet and peaceful. Who could have imagined that half a century ago this place was a base where heresy was born continuously.

"The nobles and men in the imperial capital did not attack you until the end, and it was not in line with their evil taste of catching mice." The little girl said a little disappointed.

"In the empire, I'm afraid no one is willing to directly provoke the big man in Jupiter City, but when I arrive at Brother Si, the situation will be different. By then, my mouse in the water will probably attract many cats, as well as snakes hiding behind the cats." Augustine smiled and narrowed her eyes. This young monk who did not feel cunning in St. John's Cathedral looked a little deep at the moment.

"What a poor little mouse, let Sister Elizabeth love you well." Once the little girl's eyes shifted from the book "Flowers and Blood" to Augustine, she would be like a female cat in heat. Of course, from a physiological point of view, the little female cat was a little too young. She pounced on Augustine again, and then was blocked by Augustine with her feet without any suspense, and finally kicked back to her original position.

The carriage stopped outside a remote castle named Shinig. The inconspicuous castle was abandoned for many years, with mottled walls and cracks deep, and covered with plants, like a skeleton crawling in the Black Swan Lake Manor. Augustine took a staff like a black crystal ball and walked off the carriage and stood at the gate of the city.

The groom is a dull-looking lame boy, dressed simply, and was a hemp dress that was not popular in the upper circle for many years. He neither wore a family badge that was intimidating, nor a magic association badge that could make people shine. He didn't even have a pretend sword and limped around. This is really not a competent groom who could make his master's face shine. The little girl in a wide hooded black robe held the book "Flowers and Blood" and was obviously not interested in the Sinig Castle. Augustine walked into the castle with only three floors of the main building. This castle, which was bloody in the history of the Sacramentary Department, had no outstanding appearance in appearance and did not occupy a large area. It was like a rough toy created by a not-so-rich nobleman. When he opened the door of the main building, it was a huge living room floor that violated the common sense of architecture, covered with dust and spider webs.

The castle is empty.

The Great Jupiter, who stood at the top of the honor of the empire, was lukewarm to Master Augustine, regardless of whether it was as rumored to the outside world, the powerful emperor who replaced the apostle playing cards as a substitute for the old pastor was not stingy. Since he gave Augustine the sensitive power to form cosmo, he naturally would not just send the young "new giant" to a remote corner with only memorial significance. Augustine used his hand

The ancient staff of the middle was knocked out the spider webs, walked to the center of the spacious living room that was beyond the norm, squatted down, his palms pressed against the ground, and a breeze surged from the center of him, forming a tornado that was not big or small, sweeping away countless spider webs and heavy dust in the castle. The lame boy stood at the door, motionless, and the little girl had been sitting on the railing on the second floor, playing with a crystal-clear little white snake.

As the dust on the floor drifted away, a huge "Holy Virgin" appeared in front of the three. The two major churches of Byzano and Vatican had major differences in many aspects, but they all unanimously opposed the "Holy Virgin Worship". Two centuries ago, a movement that was later called "Holy Virgin Catastrophe" was launched. It was a mighty and destroyed many statues of the Virgin Mary, and a large number of paintings of Virgin Mary were burned. The painting of Virgin Mary, full of holy atmosphere, is the most famous "Holy Virgin Mary". Not only theologians of the Church, but also many philosophers and historians, have discussed this painting before Feigodo's death.

The motivation for the creation of the masterpiece is puzzled. For centuries, no one has given a suitable explanation. In this painting, the Virgin Mary is contrary to the kind face of the past, but she looks sad, and a tear is about to slide out of her eyes. Augustine did not focus too much on the famous paintings, but instead suppressed her inner excitement, raised her head and looked at the little girl sitting on the railing on the second floor, stretched out her hand, who reluctantly took out a white crystal. Nearly 85% of the amazing purity will make ordinary magicians crazy. She muttered: "It's just that little family fortune. You save some money. If you open a mechanism, you need a crystal. Sister, I want to bite people again."

Augustine ignored her gritted teeth and embedded the crystal stone into the left pupil of the statue of the Virgin Mary. Then the "tears" shone brightly. Then with it as the core, the entire painting's veins began to brighten as if they were infused with energy. Finally, "Tears of Virgin Mary" were divided into nearly hundreds of pieces, and a dazzling division and reorganization was carried out. Augustine stood still and moved in various directions with the ground under her feet. When he silently recited 52, he had already passively moved to a position near the door not far from the lame boy, and in front of him a huge ladder that seemed to be infinitely progressing downward, as if its terminal was the abyss of another plane.

The lame boy still had a dull and dull expression, while the little girl blinked her eyes that were so beautiful that it made the noble lady and the famous lady crazy, with a curious look on her face. After all, the following represents the glory created by her two predecessors half a century ago.
Chapter completed!