"Did you think about how to structure your 'order'?" Elizabeth asked casually.

"There must be a rough framework, a thick stack of drafts. But the key to the problem is that I have no ability to plump the skeleton. There is no chess piece in my hand that can hold the tabletop. Even if I have this maze, I will never be able to realize even one-tenth of its potential in a short period of time. According to my initial setting, I should need 3 to 4 levels of prisons, the same number of research laboratories, to study black magic, red gamma and puppet, and a comprehensive department, plus two libraries that collect various heretic books, a beast fighting arena, confessional room, and the Saints Hall. I have two or three pages of detailed information for each project. As for the general interrogation and supervision room in the Saint Department, the combat department will fight.

I don’t want to leave behind any permanent institutions such as the Department, Preparatory Department, Inspection Department, Secretariat, Theory Department, Intelligence Room, and Foreign Affairs Bureau. You may not know that when I was a child, I liked to play chess with a fat man the most." Augustine smiled bitterly, "I don’t need to hide it from you. There are three organizations that are focused on, one is the strategic reserve room, the other is the Garden of Eden, and the last one belongs to my own Knights. All of this is set on the ordinary Swan Lake Manor. Now it seems that if you want to play the full function of the underground maze of Son Lake, at least the prison, laboratory and Eden can be doubled. In this way, I will find that the ideal is not only very far away, but also the kind that is out of reach."

"Augustin, can I help you take charge of prison in the future?" Elizabeth took the initiative to filter out the parts she was not interested in. Her mind was filled with scenes of cute pets running around in the cage, and of course they were only considered cute in her eyes.

"You can't show up in public." Augustine said resolutely, without any room for bargaining, because she is one of the few trump cards in his hands that can save his life at critical moments. Although Elizabeth is still just a dormant beast at this stage, she is almost a fierce character with unlimited potential, not to mention that she has two small reptiles that can advance to the top of the biological chain. Unfortunately, one is unknown where she is hiding. Augustine doesn't know from beginning to end that the "Miss" who ranks among the top ten on the Vatican blacklist. She is only vaguely sure that she now has only the comprehensive strength of level 5 magicians, level 4 knights, and level 4 arcane masters and intermediate gamma. If separated, she is just the top level among a lieutenant, and can be combined together. If it is not a single field, it will be at least two.

An opponent of order of magnitude would not be fatal to her. Augustine himself is a grade certificate assessment maniac. During the period when he left the seminary and was lurking in the Sacramentary Vigil organization, he obtained a large number of certificates. Unfortunately, all the grades were mediocre, but if it was exposed, it was enough to shock the world. In the history of the empire, he passed more than 9 main functions and level 3, less than double digits. Augustine is only 24 years old and has completed two-thirds of the bottom line of this feat. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have at least 40 or 50 years to create miracles. But the problem is that Augustine has already had too many accidents in his 24-year short life. Now, the empire has specially opened a gambling game in which when will the Augustine evaporate huge gambling bets? Three-fifths of the bets will be overwhelmed by this new giant in half a year.

"Do you think I will give you a chance to refuse? I am just politely expressing my opinion. Whether you agree or not is harmless and insignificant." Elizabeth's mouth curled up a standard aristocratic arc, filled with aristocratic arrogance and sarcasm.

Augustine had no choice but to date her, and she had no suitable bargaining chips, so she didn't want her to bow her head and tame her. The book she handed out to buy "Flowers and Blood" was not something she took out from Augustine's pocket with a small gamma recipe.

Stepping into a "room" somewhere, Elizabeth screamed.

This is not a room, it is simply an empty square.

But this was not the most surprising thing. The huge crystal arc-shaped glass above her and Augustine's heads were smooth and transparent, and it was a jaw-dropping oval.

So, they stood at the bottom of Black Swan Lake!

This is the most shocking scene when Augustine witnessed witch astrology in Prince Odith's Astrology Tower and watched the sunrise for the first time in Maideola Monastery.

"Augustin, it's mine." Elizabeth murmured to herself, her possessiveness was notoriously terrifying.

Augustine shook her head, looked up at the green scenery filled with eyes at the bottom of the lake, and said, "I promised Pandora that I would give her a gift."

Elizabeth frowned, and she was not entangled for the first time.

"Thank you." Augustine said softly.

"Thank you for how many Caesar gold coins can you be worth?" Elizabeth snorted, obviously this time it was not easy for Augustine to make concessions.

"It is because it is not worth a few gold coins that it is worth cherishing." Augustine chuckled and rubbed Elizabeth's little head.

Elizabeth curled her lips, but did not refute.

Augustine, who is only an ordinary priest, looked up at the lake that was as bright as a cat's eye and murmured: "There is a child born in a world with dragons, magical princesses and knights. He is very lucky to have an elegant and profound father, a beautiful and wise mother, and an old housekeeper who likes to put him on his neck. His childhood was very interesting. A witch who lived perhaps longer than his grandfather's grandfather taught him how to cross the threshold of magic, so his years were ordinary but not mediocre. After suffering a lot, he was able to open his eyes and look at this strange city and country. Then he grew up and welcomed the godfather who was like a sea and a mountain. He spent his youth in the monastery closest to God. When he just felt that he could

It is enough to master a small part of this world. The beautiful witch teacher has gone away from him and is silent in the profound magic world. The godfather gave up the scepter of the Patriarch, and his parents also chose to walk on the guillotine with his family. At that moment, the child realized that in this world, besides himself, he also needs to protect him with all his might. Originally, his greatest dream was to write a thousand-page travel book in the world, traveling all over the continents, walking like a minstrel in mountains, markets, churches, palaces and cemeteries, and to noble ladies, knights, elves, heretics and civilians. Later, he had an ideal, which was to have the most gold coins, become the strongest knight or magician, and grasp the greatest power. Finally, when the ideal transformed into ambition, he also became a calm madman."

Elizabeth sighed softly, grabbed Augustine's slightly cold hand and said, "This is really a bad story, so I'm sure you are not suitable for being a bard."

She raised her head, but did not see a depressed young face that she had expected, but a deep face that was as firm as a rock.

"Rottschild has no retreat."

The most prominent young nobleman in the eastern part of the empire subconsciously clenched his hand, which made Elizabeth, who was still weak, feel ache in her little hand, but she did not resist at all, and did not frown. The bloody and noble shaman could finally understand why human women always showed general weakness that other races were puzzled, but could occasionally burst out astonishing energy.

Perhaps on the magnificent territory, only the unreasonable human males can show the dignity that is inconsistent with power to the greatest extent.

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment and asked softly: "I know you hate many people, I just want to know this. Do you hate that person?"

That person.

It seems that it should be the most undecisive character of the Holy Empire, as if sitting in the sun.

Augustine said with a blank expression: "I am in awe of him."

It still doesn't sound like the real answer.
Chapter completed!