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Volume 3 The Great Emperor in Robes Chapter 9 The Old Man and the Sea, Awakening from Hibernation

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    The palace of the Holy Empire has led countless lasting trends in this country for decades, but the palace itself is not luxurious. In terms of the size of the garden, it is far less than the center of the Night Watch, which is as majestic and beautiful as the Angel Garden in heaven.  It is extremely beautiful. In terms of the number and height of the churches, not to mention several large monasteries in the Academic Affairs Council, even some county and provincial seminaries and the private estates of the imperial nobles in the suburbs cannot compare. The only thing in the palace that is worth it is that one.  The Owl Fountain, with a brilliant rainbow appearing after every rain, is the only magnificent scenery in the Imperial Palace that can match its status. Princess Relf, ??the youngest daughter of Emperor Jupiter, liked to play here since she was a child. When she was a child, she played with her father.  With her little head raised in her arms, when she could walk alone, she was used to sneaking out of the boring and cumbersome etiquette class in the middle of the class. Regardless of whether there was a rainbow or not, she could stay all afternoon until His Majesty the Emperor, who was diligent in government affairs, had to come in person.  Come and hold your daughter¡¯s little hand.  Today, after the heavy rain, Princess Relf was sitting on the bench. Under her delicate buttocks was a copy of the "Sumerian Code" that a certain etiquette officer's wife told her to take careful care of. However, there was also a young lady sitting next to her.  In the princess's heart, she has a loved one who is as lovely as her father, Prince Colon. What makes the princess sad is that her brother always likes to frown after returning home from a distant battlefield. No matter how hard she tries to reach out to smooth his frown, no matter how hard she tries, she reaches out to smooth his frown.  No matter how many jokes he told that would make him roll on the bed for a long time, his brother would still frown after a while, which made the little princess who was carefree and wanted everyone around her to be carefree feel very helpless.  Just growing up?  Do you need to be unhappy when you grow up?  It would be terrible to grow up.  For the first time, she felt that she should eat less snacks.  For the current Princess Ralph, growing up is something more terrifying than the Queen of Camus who rides a horse and kills people herself, and the dragon that likes to kidnap princesses the most.  Prince Colon is compiling a manuscript he wrote himself. The tentative title of the book is "Death Table of Jupiter City and Adjacent Counties and Provinces", and the subtitle is "Twin Relationships between Nature and Politics". After returning from the south, he began to study the imperial capital.  and the birth and death rates of several counties and provinces, but he was still hesitating whether to submit this unprofessional "Death Table" to his father.  His and his sister's common brother, Schopenhauer, the crown prince of the empire, had submitted an excellent paper on the transfer of power among the imperial aristocrats some time ago. Both his father and the Prime Minister gave high praise, and Columbus was very happy about this.  Yes, he has admired this brother who was evaluated by the empire as most like His Majesty the Emperor since he was a child. Of course, he hopes that this brother who has protected him countless times can make achievements in politics. Crown Prince Schopenhauer is recognized as the best heir to the throne and is regarded as the best successor to the throne.  Praised as a brave knight, a wise thinker, who has found the golden balance between conservatism and radicality, Prince Colon believes more than anyone else that his brother will be able to bring greater achievements to the empire in the future, and he really loves his brother.  He and his sister Ralph had staged countless bloody tragedies on the palace stage, and here in the Holy Empire, it was simply too dull and monotonous for onlookers, but this was who stood on the edge of the stage and looked at his father and brother in the center of the stage.  The happiest thing about Prince Colon. When he thought of this, Colon, who had just been awarded the title of an official knight, showed a smile. The little princess who had been secretly observing her brother's expression immediately became happy. Prince Colon turned around and looked at her.  The younger sister holding her chin put the manuscript on her knees, reached out and patted the little princess's rosy cheek, and said dotingly: "Relf, ??Mr. Yiluoke who teaches mechanical principles is very angry with you. Be careful with us."  His Majesty the Emperor has ordered you to copy the Prologue to the Book of Revelation three times, and you are not allowed to ask me for help then. The little princess made a face and said shamelessly, "If you don't help me copy the Prologue, I will go to your room at night and let you breathe."  Tell ten fairy tales! "Colon had a headache. No matter how many stories he told, there would be a day when he would finish telling them. Now he was so tragic that he had to make up lame fairy tales by himself. Ten?  This is more troublesome than writing a purely academic "Death Table".  Just when the threat to Colon was successful, a guy who was qualified to pass through the tight security and reach the hinterland of the palace patted Prince Colon and the little princess on the head respectively. Ralph knew that it was Schopenhauer without looking up.  , rolled his eyes and said nothing.  It's strange that she hasn't been very close to the crown prince since she was a child, even though he is her own brother. Young children are probably the most sensitive to the blood on knights, and have an innate sense of unfamiliarity.  Prince Columb raised his head and smiled, without saying hello affectionately, but for the somewhat withdrawn Columbine, it was no longer perfunctory at all. Schopenhauer was very familiar with this younger brother's temper and thin face, and put a hand under his arm.  This collection of essays was thrown to him, he sat down on the chair, stretched out and said: "It is a new work by Cardinal Maupassant. There are only two copies. One is given to the Vatican Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, and the other is sent to  When I arrived at my father's desk, my father just asked me to give it to you to borrow. I flipped through it on the way here. It was very boring. In addition to the explanation of the "Teachings", there are more than 400 reasoning and examination processes on theological and philosophical issues. Even if it is published,  I can¡¯t sell a few copies.¡± Prince Columbus tweeted.Said: "I deeply apologize for delaying your welcome to your good friend Napoleon." Prince Schopenhauer laughed loudly and put his arms around his younger brother's neck. It was really slender. Indeed, some ladies and ladies could not compare with this younger brother's neck.  His appearance and figure were too weak, so even though the little Columbine was already a knight and had participated in the war, Schopenhauer was still used to treating him as a fledgling bird who needed his close protection, half-carrying his younger brother  , Schopenhauer lowered his voice and said: "Colon, you really have no intention of getting close to Aphrodite? Although Napoleon is a good friend of mine, you are my biological brother. Of course I hope you can win the young moon goddess of the empire.  If you can succeed, I will promise you anything!" "Golun smiled bitterly and said, "Don't make things difficult for me. Even you can refuse that young lady from the Beio Wufu family. I am simply pursuing an army of suitors!"  Adding an inconspicuous loser, not to mention I don¡¯t like such a girl, she¡¯s too good and not suitable for me.¡± Schopenhauer glared and said, ¡°It¡¯s not like my brother to admit defeat without pursuit!  "Colon joked: "Then you go and accept Constantine as your younger brother." Schopenhauer was stunned, and his strong arms that had already relaxed tightened around his unfulfilled brother again, and threatened: "Boy,  How dare you tease me? Do you believe that I will immediately tell others about your heroic deeds of wetting the bed at the age of nine?" Colon blushed and said, "Anyway, the imperial capital will only say how funny Schopenhauer's younger brother is.  "I don't care, your reputation will definitely be damaged more than mine." The Imperial Crown Prince laughed angrily, and finally just pinched his brother's nose affectionately, sighed and let go of Colon, and sat upright again.  The label of the sitting posture is tranquility, and he is a scholar full of thinking atmosphere, so Prince Schopenhauer shows a distinct military color, perseverance and tenacity. In the empire, except for Pompey, the playboy who grew more and more depraved earlier than the crown prince.  Going to the battlefield and killing people, no child from a big family can ride a horse and hold a spear like Schopenhauer. The ten-year-old future master of the empire learned how to ride and fight under the personal guidance of the current emperor. He rode a horse as a boy.  The Heize pure-blooded war horse tamed by him began to accumulate military exploits without moisture, such as the battle of the Red Gogol Plains. If it weren't for the glorious hills that were too tragic and sad, Rommel's performance in the later war was too terrifying and eye-catching.  , the entire empire was destined to be impressed by the crown prince's knightly style. Regarding this irresistible fate, Schopenhauer did not have much anger. Except that he had always disliked the fat knight, Schopenhauer had always admired Rommel.  He hopes to be included in his youth army camp. In the conversation with his father just now, he clearly expressed his support for Rommel as the deputy commander of the Grand Army. His Majesty the Emperor also seemed to appreciate the crown prince's overall view, which was rare.  Qijia made fun of Miss Bei Owufu that her son was not invincible on all battlefields.  Schopenhauer casually took the manuscript of his brother's "Death Table" and lost interest after reading a few pages. He had never been too lazy to understand the mediocrity of the lower world of the empire. For the crown prince of the Holy Empire, who controlled the nobility, especially  Whoever among the fifty big families holds the scepter of the empire, Schopenhauer has been committed to building the superstructure of the kingdom. At present, it seems that the results have gradually emerged, and no one can openly question him.  Narrow vision.  Schopenhauer felt that it was necessary to pull his brother back from the wrong path, and he taught him earnestly: "Colon, don't always squander your eyes on such trivial matters. This will limit your world view. My father said that in governing a kingdom, politics  "Short-sightedness is a hundred times more dangerous than being physically blind." Colon smiled shyly and said, "It doesn't matter. From now on, I just need to help you manage a small manor. If you like drinking, I can help you cultivate the people on the mainland."  The best quality vineyards, if they have a good year, will definitely produce the best wine." Schopenhauer pointed to the sister who was having fun under a statue. The statue was of a man peeing attentively.  The little angel, and the naughty Princess Ralph was stretching out her fingers to play the little boy's sparrow. Schopenhauer slapped his head and said: "You are more desperate than our Princess Ralph." Prince Golem was cheerful  He smiled and said, "It's so hard for you to have such younger brothers and sisters." Schopenhauer spread his hands and said with an annoyed look but gentle eyes: "Is there any more unfortunate brother?" At the end of the cheerful and warm conversation, the Crown Prince  Schopenhauer set off for the seaport of Green Patty, where the Imperial Gospel created the latest great gospel. Napoleon's high priest Ma* returned full of glory to welcome the cheers of the Empire.  When Princess Ralph saw Schopenhauer leaving, she sat back down. Seeing that there was a book in Colon's hand, she curiously asked: "Whose work is it? Is it a fairy tale?" Colon had actually been there for a long time.  After carefully reading this book in his father's study, he shook his head and said, "This is a new work by Cardinal Maupassant. This is a respectable priest."Scholar, not only because he is a student of Saint Ietta, but also because of his loyal maintenance of the empire's faith over the years. It was he who persuaded many unbelieving philosophers. He chose a different path from Saint Alehan.  path, abandoning mysticism, using reason to guide strict logical and philosophical debates on faith, and providing the most successful defense of doctrine in this era. This book is the crystallization of the cardinal¡¯s wisdom, and the most outstanding part is the old man.  Regarding the further explanation of the "Teachings", he has stripped away the dust and dispersed the shadows from many of the gold frozen in classical speculation and sophistry by the sages. However, it seems that the explanation of the "Teachings" is somewhat different from the old man's consistent writing style.  , maybe, and I mean maybe, some of this essence came from someone else's quill.  " Princess Relf has never been able to understand her brother's words anyway, but she still listens attentively and becomes his little confidant. Mrs. Ekaterina, the second etiquette officer, has said many times that an elegant lady must  Knowing how to listen kindly, Colon came to his senses and apologized: "I said something you didn't want to hear.  " The little princess imitated the adults and waved her hands, and said magnanimously: "As a lady, Ralph is very patient.  "Colon was amused. Schopenhauer pinched his nose, and he went to pinch his sister's nose. As expected of a family, "Then let me tell you something interesting. I heard the leader say something before: a man without a woman.  , can't go to heaven, can't go to hell either.  The little lady who still didn't understand said seriously: "It sounds like it's very powerful."  "Colon raised the collection of manuscripts in his hand, shook it, and nodded: "This sentence was said by a priest whom the regiment leader most respected. I guess he may be the person who did not want to sign this book.  The general meaning of this sentence is that women are very important. Ralph, don't say this casually, it will make the priests very angry and troubled.  "Princess Relf clicked her tongue and said: "Then this priest is really knowledgeable, and most importantly, he is very gentle. I like a guy like this. Brother, how old is he? Does he have a wife or lover?  "Colon burst into laughter," Ralph, you want to get married now?  Wait until you stop playing with sparrows. According to my private guess, this priest only likes mature ladies.  "Relf was suddenly in a dilemma. The sparrow in the statue was so fun! Colon didn't want his little sister to be distressed, so he smiled and said, "Go play with the sparrow. I promise not to tell anyone.  "The little princess jumped up and played under the statue. It seems that the statue is more unfortunate than the Crown Prince Schopenhauer. "Here is a small warmth, but somewhere in the distant northern continent, there are stormy waves and magnificent scenery.  . A standard Macdonald-style pirate ship with a scarlet skull flag rose and fell with the waves amidst the lightning and thunder. This pirate ship was already the largest among the Vikings. Generally speaking, Viking pirates were not only responsible for ravaging the coastline.  Locust swarms are natural predators, and are also excellent sailors and shipwrights. However, in order to allow ships to sail into any port and river, the hulls of these terrible locust "mounts" will not be too large, and narrow hulls will be required.  It can bring the advantage of shallow draft, but this ship is an outlier on the sea. It is an astonishing forty meters long. The hull is made of the thickest oak. The keel of the ship makes this rebellious work look like a real water dragon.  , the mast is the largest pine wood, this kind of wood can bring about moderate bending in violent storms, showing unparalleled adaptability, which is very suitable for the perseverance of the Vikings, a plague group. At this time, with the strong wind and rain.  The rugged Vikings who fought against the waves were not timid, but were howling with excitement. In addition to protecting the ship from being damaged by wind and waves at their respective posts, each member tried their best to keep their eyes on the rough sea surface in the waves. It seemed that there would be something there.  A miracle happened. There was lightning and thunder above their heads. Every pirate was almost blinded by the wind and rain, but this did not affect the roar of all the strong pirates. I can only say that it was too wild.  The roaring tune is an ancient folk song passed down by the Vikings from generation to generation. It is by no means pleasant, but it is heroic enough. ¡°We come from the fjords covered in ice and snow. Barrenness and cold are not excuses for cowardice, but are the best cradle for the strong.  Those who die in battle will enter the palace of the gods and sing and drink with their ancestors.  If you retreat, you will fall into the abyss and be locked in winter forever.  Death is just a journey, why not end with a heroic death?  Cut off the enemy's head, cut open the enemy's chest and abdomen, and exterminate the enemy's children. Is there anything more just in the world than this?  The saints and gods loudly told us: No!  "The pirates, with naturally violent blood flowing in their bodies, repeated ancient folk songs, waiting for the calm of the storm. As for the thunder that almost shattered the eardrums, for Viking men, it was the best praise of the ancient gods to their descendants. In Pirates  Before exhaustion reaches the physical limit, wind, rain and thunder? Yu Xiao Qu.  The most reckless and dangerous men on the continent collectively fell into silence.  At the stern of the ship, a hand grabbing the deck appeared in everyone's sight.  Cheers.  More piercing than thunder, countless men nearly two meters tall violently beat their naked chests.  A head was revealed, with an indifferent face and long black hair, tied into the simplest and neatest single ponytail, coiled around the neck.     woman?  A very beautiful woman?  Even though her skin looks dark due to exposure to wind and sun, it seems that there is no healthier woman than her in the world.  A group of Viking men raised their arms and shouted.  Their king has returned in triumph!  In the world of Vikings, strength is everything. The biggest king must be the warrior who stands at the front after two gangs of feuding Viking pirates meet at sea and the two ships are silently pulled and tied together.  The first hero to jump onto the enemy's ship and kill the most people. Only such a person is worthy of the deck stained with the blood of countless ancestors under his feet, and worthy of the head of every Viking, who has single-handedly fought against Olympia and several hateful groups.  Holy gods!  Such a king can win the respect of all enemies.  She, the woman who jumped on the board of the ship and held the tail of a Dresser water dragon corpse in her left hand, was their supreme king!  The Valkyrie who made most of the Viking Kingdom willing to worship her!  A stream of rich blood filled the water around the ship.  With a straight face, she handed the trophy that was unfortunately discovered by the fleet and strangled by her to the crew. The thick tail was tied to the stern of the pirate ship. The blood flowing from the water dragon's corpse refused to disperse for a long time, following the ship's route.  , forming a road of blood. ??????????????????????????????? We took the jug thrown by one of his men, and it contained the strongest soju. Even the Vikings who dared to drink the most were unwilling to try it, let alone those weak losers on the mainland who were used to drinking soft wine.  The woman raised her head and took a sip. The wine stained her body, but she didn't wipe it off. She just walked on the path that the Vikings automatically gave way to, came to the top observation deck, and sat down against the mast. In the dusk, the dark clouds gradually  Dispersed, the sunset appeared, already like an old man's sunset. This was a rare and peaceful scenery on the northern continent. A group of half-wild and half-bred black gulls were hovering in the sky. A few swooped down and pecked at the tail of Dresser's water dragon.  The corpse, the woman drank half of the soju in a few gulps, began to slow down, looked up at the ferocious overlord among the group of seabirds, reached out to take a piece of feather with a dark golden tail, placed it in the air, and stared at the sunset in the distance.  , the feathers suddenly showed a completely charming golden color before her eyes.  "Shelley, you look very lonely. Is there no one who dares to 'make out' with your Herzen? A Dresser water dragon can't satisfy your stomach?" A voice wearing a bright red siren said  There was a sound coming from behind the woman in tight leather armor.  The woman dropped her feathers, without raising her head, and said in a stiff tone: "I have slaughtered eight Dresser water dragons for you in ten years. Apart from secretly drinking my wine, when will you fulfill your promise?" A slightly bloated black man  The old man in the robe wiped the wine stains from his mouth, sat next to the young woman, and said carelessly: "No hurry, no rush, anyway, before I go to the Thunder Temple, I will definitely promise you to go to Oguga. Will Turing or you win?"  , it is an acceptable fact for the centaurs. A lunatic who can drive the family chariot and an Avenger who can inject the purest Viking blood into the family, Constand is happy to welcome him with both hands and feet.  "The woman called Shelley took a sip of wine and asked, "Have you met your grandson?" The old man nodded and said, "Yes." The woman frowned. "  You handed over the coat of arms instead of giving it to your favorite madman before you died?" The old man remained silent.  The woman finally turned around and asked: "Is this centaur's abandoned child forgotten in the Eastern Continent begging for charity from your grandfather?" The old man cursed an Icelandic dialect and said angrily: "If he begs me, I won't even give a shit.  Give him one. Shelley, don¡¯t think that just because you are regarded as the Queen of Camus, you can look down on all Centaur descendants!¡± The young woman sneered: ¡°A man who dares not even attend the Centaur competition dinner deserves to be thrown away by Thor!  Fantu attaches so much importance to it?¡± The old man smiled and said: ¡°Shelley, you are really becoming less and less cute as you grow older. The woman sitting next to me is still the one who would put a white rose on a broken spear when she saw the battlefield for the first time.  A kind child?" She sneered: "If kindness can be revenged, I can immediately cover every short spear with flowers on the battlefield of Oguja." The old man sighed and said some nonsense.  Women are so fickleanimal, thinking about how innocent and innocent that lonely little Shelley was, in less than twenty years, he turned into a violent and cold female dragon.  The old man who was so old that he didn't want to mention Mjolnir anymore said softly: "You know, that kid named Augustine, after seeing my mean grandfather, the first thing he said was that he was worried that I would be entangled by his mortal enemy Liesdun. The last thing he said  I'm sorry for not being able to protect his mother. I'm old, but I don't have eyesight. I know that he really doesn't want to get anything from me to carry out his unknown revenge.  It's more like a combination of you and Turing, so I'm willing to give him a reason to move on, rather than giving him unnecessary support. That would be disrespectful to him. Quake is not suitable for you, and it is not suitable for Turing.  , but it suits Augustine, he is like me when I was young, like the saints and gods who chose to fight until the last moment in that heroic dusk." "In the afterglow.  The old man looking into the distance said to himself: "Shelley, this world is very wonderful. After I die, if you feel bored one day, go challenge Augustine who holds Thor's hammer." The woman said stereotypedly: "You  Are you sure he can come out of the Thunder Temple alive in the future?¡± The old God of Thunder smiled: ¡°As long as you can hear that he is still alive in a few years, then it will be okay if my grandson unfortunately dies.  It will automatically become my legacy to you." She smiled and said, "Okay." Diophantu glanced at the grown-up woman and stopped talking.  A god of thunder who is extremely glorious but has finally aged, and a god of war who is reaching the climax of the Viking world, quietly watching the sunset together.  The old man and the sea.  The young woman raised her head and drank the last sip of strong wine.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª When an old Constand guy who alarmed the chief magnate of the Sacrament Ministry left the empire, the Holy Spear sitting in the study closed a yellowed classic and said softly: "My friend Teutonic is gone,  The enemy Diophantus is also leaving. "At about this time, a young giant from the underground world of the Vatican Church walked into a dark room. On the ground was a magic circle of the Unruly Queen [Winter Crown] in black magic.  Drawn with nearly thirty kilograms of his own blood, the final sacrifice will be his soul, proof that humans are angels on earth.  He was naked and stepped into the unknown darkness, with countless scars "engraved" on his body. In addition, there were three overlapping magic array patterns on his back. One of them had dimmed, while the other two still had light flowing, subtle but subtle.  fear.  Where does the soul live?  This is a question that even knowledgeable theologians are unwilling to ponder.  The man stretched out a hand, pulled his heart out of his body, and placed it in the center of the magic circle.  The dried blood stains drawn into one hundred and four complicated lines began to come to life, flowing out like water, resonating with another magic circle on the ceiling, forming a complete world of vacuum and symmetry.  He will accept soul torture from dragons, fallen angels, abyss demons or unknown beings.  For half a year, there was no trace of the Chief Order Officer in Shinege Castle again. It was said that he had gone on a long trip.  Ulisse didn¡¯t understand why the cautious Augustine would take risks when he was at his weakest. Could it be a huge speculation with huge returns?  Going to White Rose's relatives, the Fermoth family, to ask for brand new chips?  In addition to being more dedicated in presiding over the excavation of the Sunshine Passage, Ulise actually doesn't mind taking over the underground kingdom completely. He even has a complete blueprint in his head. He will first brainwash the horns and control more than a hundred weapons in the Hall of the Dead.  "Little friend", secretly planted a few soul seeds for the Lich King Naples that were not so loyal to the old master, but the little queen probably didn't have Augustine to act like a spoiled child. She was too bored and just stared at Ulisse all day long.  Later, even the little Megan, the shaman of the Maga tribe who appeared from nowhere, came to join in the fun, which made the one-eyed dragon a little helpless. However, this kind of obstacle will not reduce the enthusiasm of the deputy chief of order, but will only increase it.  His pleasure, anyway, he only stayed to play chess with young people, and was not asked to pay boring loyalty. Just like now, little Megan has completely swung to his side. There is no way, Ulisse has a weird temper.  The bad little queen aunt is much easier to get along with. At least he will take the little shaman with long horns to watch the feasts, just like the little game being played at this time: In a secret room of the torture hall, Ulisse brought a  A stubborn and stupid heretic visited a hollow iron box erected on top of a fire. The fire temporarily only had some small flames. It was not completely sealed. There was a row of small holes that provided air to prevent people from suffocating to death. Then he  The chief order officer smiled and told the heretic: "You will be invited into this 'greenhouse', and then I will put more charcoal and heat it very slowly. The temperature of the room will slowly exceed your body temperature, and then reach  ?This process is relatively slow at a temperature that allows the water to boil. In my experience, you can survive for at least half an hour. Little Megan, please give this game a name. I think you have more literary talent.  "The little shaman squatting aside to watch the excitement laughed and said: "Roasted suckling pig?  " Ulise nodded seriously and said: "Not bad.  " The heretic tried his best to squeeze out a sneer, but his lips were trembling. Ulisse threw this brave human into it. In addition to darkness, it seemed destined to be a hot purgatory. Little Megan couldn't wait to add charcoal. At the beginning, Ulisse  Sai did not stop him, but when the temperature became enough to make the prisoners in the cage feel uncomfortable, Ulisei stopped the little shaman from making trouble and added charcoal himself, taking his time, and the temperature was always in his hands, just like he had the truth.  Wanting to control, after more than ten minutes, little Megan stretched out her hand to test the temperature and asked gently: "Wouldn't this burn him to death?"  The expressionless Ulisse said softly: "Isn't it interesting to burn him to death?"  "Little Megan, who has seen too many cruel killings, curled her lips and said: "Of course!  "Ulisei asked back: "What is more interesting than burning him to death?  " The little shaman was stumped. After thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with an answer. Ulise didn't give the truth immediately, but continued to control the heat. Half an hour later, he heard the wailing inside and said slowly: "  The three most invincible things for human beings, ranked third, have changed a lot. Among them are the dragons that once dominated the sky, plagues and floods. The second is the faith abandoned by the gods, but first, since the birth of human beings,  It has never changed.  " Little Megan exclaimed: "What is it?  So scary?  !  "Ulisai raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gloomily: "It's human beings themselves.  " The little shaman was very unhappy with this bullshit truth and muttered: "It's our powerful shaman who is the one!  "Ulisei smiled and was too lazy to refute. An hour later, the cage was opened. The human heretic inside was limp, with peeling nails and a hideous face. He died of fear. Little Megan looked at Ulise as if he was looking at the most dangerous person.  The devil said in shock: "You humans are so despicable and cunning!  " Ulise shook his head and said: "Not everyone is as willing to explore 'self' as I am.  " At the White Elephant Castle, Mrs. Quentin handed a letter to the guest Count Marseille as requested by the orderer. The Alpha City Lord finally made up his mind to go to the Richelieu County Province to serve as the administrator. The French Auction House is still in his possession.  However, a certain proportion of dividends was given to the new city owner who took over. As for the Black Swan Lake Arena, it has also begun to officially make a profit. More and more wealthy people are willing to come to the manor to spend money to enjoy the tragic fights of various species, although it is better than Marseille.  The Count was much slower than expected. After all, it was still good news. However, the Count of Marseille could not help but feel regretful that the Grand Consul could not give him a friendly farewell. He walked through the creepy Hall of the Dead and walked down the White Elephant Castle.  On the stairs, thinking that there was an appointment letter signed by the Prime Minister of the Empire on the family desk, the fat Earl felt that such regrets were really unnecessary. Finally, Mrs. Quentin, who could no longer see the fat pig's dirty eyes, came to the castle's observation terrace.  , Miss Alice will send her a letter every two months. In addition to common topics between women, the barbarian princess will always ask a few questions about Augustine's current situation. Fortunately, Augustine has already prepared some responses.  The information made Mrs. Quentin feel relaxed and at the same time, she felt the pressure that this demon could bring even if he did not exist at close range, which made her feel suffocated. He seemed to always pay attention to every detail and was simply impeccable. There was no poem under his supervision.  The song, the cruel male bird Louis, the enchanting slut Fiona, the girls who make money on the Champs-Elysees Witch Street, the horns who work extra hard to earn thought points, no one thinks they can avoid the eyes of that man.  Lazy, Mrs. Quentin is lying on the stone railing of the terrace. They are really a pair of restless white rabbits. Her breasts are as spectacular as the mountains where the White Elephant Castle is located. No wonder Queen Elizabeth is displeased. Half a year later, almost all the poems were written.  Residents of the Nege Underground Castle can hear a terrifying sound similar to the roar of a giant dragon. It comes from the dragon armor that Ulisse has temporarily preserved, the fiery red body that Ulisse has been standing in for a long time.  Before the armor, no reasonable results were obtained. A year later, the Ursula ancient tree began to grow rapidly, spreading wildly and aimlessly. But half a year later, the "tear path" of Mother Earth showed a strange slope and shape.  Concentrate. Finally, a shocking green road was paved to a certain room on a certain floor. Ulisse suddenly realized and sighed: "Augustin, is this what you call a long journey?"  It's quite far.  ¡± Silent and dark cat¡¯s eye.  Pandora reached out and touched a harp string, and said softly with tears, "Are you finally going to wake up?"
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