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Volume 3 The Great Emperor in Robes Chapter 14 I Conquer (Part 1)

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    Facing the Golden Scale's march, which can be described as barbaric, the Empire's Night Watch showed unimaginable restraint and retreat. Except for the first wave of red gloves that symbolically protested, they were instantly washed away by the flood of the undead army.  All the Red Gloves stationed at the border between the two counties were recalled. A few senior members gathered in the Berryman Dark Forest outside the Angel Garden. In addition, several branches received orders from their superiors at the same time and did not need to rush to the headquarters.  , the newness and immaturity of the Order, the ancient power of the Night Watch, contrasting with the arrogance of the Order and the gentleness and caution of the Night Watch, forming a sharp contrast. The top officials of the empire together focused their attention on the two new giants of the Sacrament Ministry. The already silent Gray  The bear betting market was once again boiling. In one night alone, six million Caesars entered the betting market, betting that the golden scale was pinched off by the night watchman. With this wonderful start, the wealthy people in the empire went completely crazy in the next week, betting against the grizzly bears in the past.  The betting market only brought together those who were hostile to Rothschild, so the role of betting on the betting market became more extensive. Even Queen Gocher, the chief secretary of state, disclosed her identity and expressed her disapproval of order. Crown Prince Schopenhauer and  A group of young nobles behind them even took out all their salaries. Even in the solemn Imperial Military Council Hall, the first thing the generals said when they met was how much you bet. Then there is no need to doubt the theme of the Imperial Capital Salon.  Betting on Grizzly Bear has become one of the two benchmarks for whether you are trending with God this winter. The other is whether you have bought the sequel to "The Reed of Thought" by El Chapo Gospel.  When the Order arrived in the Dark Forest of Briman, the Grizzly Bear Gamblers made a record-breaking profit of more than 20 million Caesars, which shocked observers outside the Holy Empire, because the first empire to show respect for wealth was simply too rich.  20 million gold coins can support half of the Red Gogol War. If you want to roughly convert it, the fiscal revenue of some small and medium-sized countries is less than 5 million Caesars a year. No wonder they are worried about it now.  Did the Plantagenet Emperor say something sour about a princess's dowry and all the gold slipped into Jupiter's pocket?  For the first time, Epic Continent has shown such great attention to a casino, and people are speculating about who has such connections and vision, and can skillfully control a tornado that can accommodate tens of millions of Caesars. Experts who understand business rules will understand that such an "epic level"  "Money operations require a large number of professionals comparable to those of the National Finance Department. Is there going to be a second Corso family in mainland China?"  Is it the sissy Helen from the Holy Empire who won the Orange War and quickly rose up the imperial ladder?  To eyes outside the empire, what they see is more of the grand scale of the Grizzly Bear Betting Board. On the contrary, the tragic protagonist who inadvertently caused the betting board to grow into a terrifying form, the young man from a foreign country who does not even have a title, is not that big.  The only ones who are interested in exploring and are willing to calm down and study the eyes of the young fourth man of the Holy Sacrament are those giants who have inextricably weak blood ties with Rothschild. And how many of these shadow giants standing on the continent's territory?  With a pity attitude and a look of pity, the four nominal masters of the Inquisition, the Holy Spear Liesdun, as the second candidate of the Byzantine Pope in the past, even if they are treason, still remain the "golden family"  The Duke of the "Golden" Corso family, and Haiji is a famous "old woman" in the Qiaomena family tree. The current head of the Qiaomena family is just the old woman's younger brother. When she left the madman Qiaomena's  The reason is also consistent with the neurosis of this family - she can't stand her brother's idiotic view that he has always thought that he is a cockroach, because she feels that he is not a cockroach, but a cave rat!  Because of this little contradiction that seemed absurd to the outside world, Haiji, an old woman who had been a beauty for so many years, left Qiaomena without hesitation and chose to live alone in a foreign country, always insisting on being an old and beautiful spinster.  And the child who was only recently known, Y-Menuhin, also has a deep-rooted Teutonic family in the empire. Then, that young man named Augustine, a saintly godfather but so pathetic that he did not deserve the Vante  What are the ordinary priests that Landigon likes?  The undead knight who emerged from the underground known as Shi Ni Ge first appeared in the public eye of the empire. It was Augustine who rushed to the southern White Whale Fortress for a fat man. Now it is the second time. Originally, the horses were all live war horses, but Uli  Immediately after entering the Black Swan Lake, Sai created a group of dead horses matching the identities of the undead knights. They wore bright red vests with the rose pattern loved by the one-eyed evil dragon and the golden scale badge, which the Grand Consul originally held.  I objected, thinking it was too flashy and fancy, and it was simply a waste of the limited resources of the Sheephorn Laboratory. However, when I saw the undead army riding on dead horses with my own eyes, I had to admit that it was more of a deterrent to the visual impact. When the horses trampled the earth,  The undead dressed in black robes with bright red tones walked forward. The nobles from several counties and provinces standing in the distance to join in the fun and appreciation were mostly pale with fright. I am afraid they will remember the order imprinted in black and red for the rest of their lives.  A golden scale.  In the carriage, Mrs. Quentin saw the strange gesture of Augustine squatting down and grabbing a handful of soil, and curiously asked the little Queen Elizabeth who was applying gorse foundation next to her, "Does this action have a special meaning? Is it something else?"Kind of magical chant?  " The little Loli who was busy dressing herself up before going to the battlefield said impatiently: "Don't ask such stupid questions. If Ulisse's head is full of straw, then you are even worse, with chest full of stuff.  Full of inferior straw!  Magic chant?  Need the cunning Augustine who is always looking for shortcuts on the path to magic?  I'm in a good mood now. Let me tell you the truth. Augustine is expressing his respect for the earth. There is a demigod on the top of Olympia. As long as he puts his feet on the ground, he has a steady stream of power. Augustine, the general  He is a coward who has to take risks, and of course he hopes that he can obtain similar mysterious protection. The knowledge here is something that a woman like you, except that your brain development is inversely proportional to your breasts, will not understand, Aunt Quentin!  " Mrs. Quentin's face was stiff. It was not comfortable to be called aunt by a woman who was probably ten times her age. She had no choice but to turn her head and continue to look at Augustine. After thinking about it, she felt that the Shaman Queen's statement  Mostly true, that man always has some mysterious persistence. He is obviously not left-handed but insists on writing with his left hand. Every period must be solid. When thinking, he spins a silver coin. He always uses reed leaves for bookmarks. He sleeps on a hard bed.  Elizabeth prayed boringly every day, staring at Augustine who was slowly getting up, like Mrs. Quentin. In fact, her so-called truth was far from the real answer. Augustine's habit of grabbing sand came from a man.  The unique movements of ancient imperial gladiators after entering the arena. The founder of the Rothschild family was half a gladiator. He grabbed soil 423 times in his life, and then this tradition was discontinued by future generations.  Sexual inheritance, the last time officially recorded by the empire, was the last time the Obsidian Master who died on the battlefield stepped onto the battlefield, but no one could ever hear the words of the Obsidian Master when he grabbed the sand, Elisa  Bai was no exception, and she didn¡¯t want to share this secret with others, especially those idiot women showing off their breasts around Augustine. Mrs. Quentin, who was instinctively afraid of the three major sacramental ministries of the Holy Empire, couldn¡¯t help but said to herself.  : "Are we really going to war with the Night Watch?  " The little queen rolled her eyes and said: "The Red Gloves of the first-level and deputy presiding judges have quietly come to Berryman Forest. Do you think they are here to watch the show?  They want to take the opportunity to make a big meat pie, and you are the meat filling.  Mrs. Quentin forced a smile. The Loli housekeeper said disdainfully: "You can pray that the Night Watch will have giants who like big breasts. Then you can continue to survive. Augustine said that your pair of white rabbits are comparable to your identity as an assassin."  Even more tempting, you have to take advantage of it.  " Mrs. Quentin took a deep breath, looked at the little queen who was more afraid of her than Augustine in poetry, and said softly: "Miss Elizabeth, if I die, can you tell Augustine to give me a message at the Black Swan Lake Cemetery of Heroes?  Can you arrange a place? If possible, I hope he can write an epitaph for me.  " The Loli housekeeper put down the foundation box, clapped her hands, and said with a mean smile as always: "What should I write about?  A Florentine busty resting here?  You, a guy who was the first to enter the order but whose loyalty has never been high, and a lazy woman who is often strongly despised by Augustine for sleeping in, are not qualified to enjoy this kind of treatment.  ¡± ¡°The noble cat who fled from the Plantagenet family to the Holy Empire, and slowly became a puppet of order from a down-and-out aristocratic lady, faced the aloof and habitually embarrassing Elizabeth so calmly for the first time, speaking softly  Said: "Just write a sentence: 'Finally I can stop bumping and *get some sleep'."  " The Loli housekeeper muttered and cursed: "How sensational!  If you are killed intentionally by me, Augustine will have a cold war with me for a short period of time.  " Augustine, who was walking at the front, looked towards the Garden of Angels. There, there was a woman he dragged into the whirlpool. He and her exchanged each other for the first time. It was Augustine's real indulgence in this world, and Quentin.  Madam's little game is nothing more than physical catharsis and will not have too much impact on the most obscure saint in the source of knights. Augustine is a very normal man who likes to possess and conquer, but other than these, as if he took the initiative at this time  Standing at the forefront of the battlefield, he likes to take on the responsibility of protecting some people behind him. The closest one is the blond boy who likes to look up at the stars. A little further away is Elizabeth, and even further away is the woman in the wheelchair in the cat's eye.  , in fact, Augustine doesn't care about many things. He can abandon Mrs. Quentin, the entire army of the undead, and even the entire Castle of Poetry at any time, if he is not a descendant of Obsidian and the former Duke of Rothschild.  Little Augustine, he can live happily, just like his mother said, be a slightly different nobleman, don't do any feats of killing dragons and saving princesses, write some touching love poems with a quill, and talk to beautiful women at banquets.  Princesses and ladies dance a fashionable waltz, be elegant scholars, have a lot of children, sit at a long table and have dinner together, forever.??Carefree, until that day, the Duke's father dismissed the servants, stood in the corridor of eleven oil painting portraits of his ancestors, and called Augustine back from the Mediola Monastery, the most elegant man in the empire holding the hand of the most beautiful wife in the empire.  He held his hand, looked at his son who had grown taller, and asked softly: "Augustin, do you remember which ancestor I respect the most?" In fact, Augustine didn't need to answer, the answer was obvious. First of all, the Duke used too many lyric poems to praise,  Secondly, the Duke was standing under the portrait of the fourth head of the Rothschild family.  The Duke let go of his wife's hand, and the woman with three honorable surnames left with a smile, leaving the entire corridor to the two most important men of contemporary Purple Obsidian.  At that time, Augustine's godfather had just passed away, and he was about to submit the first eight volumes of the "Teachings" manuscript to the Vatican. The Vatican, which is accustomed to canonizing saints after at least two generations after the death of great priests, could not wait.  The red archbishop who gave up the patriarchal scepter canonized as a saint, everything shows that the obsidian flower will be more gorgeous.  At that time, the Empire's Orange War had been over for quite some time, and it seemed that His Majesty the Emperor had healed the wounds caused by some of the weird behavior on the Empire's body, because it turned out that allowing civilians to become knights instead of simple cavalry and mercantilism had brought harm to the Empire.  In order to achieve unprecedented loyalty and wealth, countless nobles voluntarily gave up their sovereignty and moved to large cities. The business nobles were no longer the annoying clowns at the empire's banquets. Land was no longer the main source of income for the nobles. The empire generally recognized those more powerful people.  A new type of bureaucrat with professionalism and professional ethics. The generals are no longer the heroic but lawless double-edged swords of the kingdom. They must adapt to respect the will of the military minister, even if the military minister appointed by His Majesty the Emperor has not won on the battlefield.  With any medal, in the military council hall, generals who disagree with each other can beat their colleagues, but they are not allowed to raise their fists at the military minister, even a slight spit. All of this shows the glory of the Holy Empire as the most powerful country in the epic continent.  He was running wildly on the road, but there were many potential obstacles on the road. Augustine, who had taken the initiative to study the history of the empire since he was a child, could see it more clearly than many people and foresaw the crisis. However, Augustine didn't realize it until the Duke's father calmly told it in person.  Feeling the fear of being pushed passively and hastily to the center stage for the first time in this world, surrounded by fangs and thorns, his father gave him two choices: "Augustin, now you have two choices, deny the obsidian, do  A stable and wealthy man, Emperor Jupiter has given me a sincere promise. On the other hand, I don¡¯t want you to go forward and inherit Purple Obsidian. Like the fourth family head, you may end up doing it for Luo Tongchai.  Ed, died on the battlefield. Your mother, she also hopes that you can live in peace. "That day, Augustine learned that his father turned out to be one of the empire's scavengers, a man who had never put on a heavy suit.  A poet man who rides armor and fights on horseback, but he is the leader of the moderate conservative party in the undercurrent of the empire. He becomes a neighbor with Prince Odis, the leader of the radical faction, and it is a "humorous" arrangement.  Unlike the eagles of the radical conservatives, in the eyes of Emperor Jupiter, the gentle doves were more able to bring embarrassment to his epoch-making strategy, because these nobles were too familiar with the rules of the aristocratic game and knew the bottom line of the empire.  , without violating the bottom line of their opponents, they brought huge obstacles to the development of the empire. For example, as local army commanders, county and provincial administrators, chief justices of the high courts, palace financial secretaries and other positions at various levels, they never knew  On the surface, he opposed His Majesty the Emperor's will, but he was willing to create a little "inaction" for the empire's reform on the honorable premise of protecting his family's vital interests. Too many measures that could have brought fruitful results to the empire were abandoned.  rejected, and finally had to be buried in the imperial archives. In response to the resistance of the radicals, the emperor with far-sighted vision and iron-blooded wrists could directly use force and conspiracy to strangle and encroach. The reason why Prince Odis's Black Rose Knights withered, if  Without the instruction of the master of the Imperial Palace, how could those army commanders who were extremely afraid of His Highness dare to stand by and watch the Son of War crush that extremely dazzling black rose?  Who is Odis?  An arrogant warrior who beat the former crown prince and now the emperor to the ground several times in his youth, a member of the royal family who teased and made the current queen cry, a man so powerful that Titan cursed him at the cost of the lives of several of the highest-level necromancers.  At that time, he did not even disdain the throne of the Holy Empire. He was the only knight among the six Holy Coffin Knights in the empire who did not wear a great armor. He said an extremely crazy thing to the Emperor Jupiter who succeeded him: "This shabby position, I  Give it to you. But the war crown belongs to me." In the portrait corridor, when the Duke received his son's reply, he said sadly: "There is only one father and one son here. I can tell you that His Majesty the Emperor is not what he seems.  The tolerant king, of course he is very wise, but he can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. When you hand over a pile of reports written by me, it means that the Rothschild family has not only been removed from the nobility, but also established a second family.  Fourteen enemies who all have ancient origins, and today they are still the Rothschilds who talk about everything.Allies, but tomorrow, I may assassinate you in a rage, Old Pepin, the Knight of the Purple Obsidian Retinue, and even everyone who has anything to do with the Rothschild family.  Moreover, the emperor will only give you a small amount of asylum rights to ensure that you will not die young in the early stage. When he thinks about what kind of chess piece you will become, his limited commitment will automatically terminate. Your survival is tantamount to dedicating to the empire and opening up the world under His Majesty the Emperor.  Fight for him on the battlefield, and when you die, the Emperor also completes his deal with the Rothschilds.  And once you are stronger than he expected, you will still be in danger. I believe that as long as the emperor has the ability, he will definitely be willing to eliminate the most disobedient sacramental ministry and replace it with a group of more docile and well-behaved puppets, so I regret to say that  , From now on, Augustine, your real enemy is His Majesty the Emperor.  " Augustine said softly: "I will continue to fight the empire on your behalf and ally with the emperor.  However, I will be loyal to the empire that raised Obsidian, and I will never be loyal to the emperor.  "The Duke's voice was hoarse and he said slowly: "Little Augustine has really grown up.  Augustine asked with red eyes: "Father, do you regret being friends with the emperor?"  The Duke shook his head and patted Augustine on the shoulder, "Your mother still has a lot to say to you."  " Augustine turned to look at his mother, who was standing quietly at the end of the corridor, and walked over quickly. The duchess picked up her son, who had grown tall enough to look at him. With a happy smile on her face, the two of them sat on the steps without etiquette. Madam  Help Augustine's position wipe away the dust that does not actually exist, but mothers in the world are like this. They are willing to take the trouble to do many seemingly meaningless things without asking for anything in return. Mother and son sit side by side on the bunk.  On the luxurious carpet on the stairs, she turned her head and carefully stared at every detail of her son's face. She had been in Mediola Monastery for nearly ten years, a full ten years, and only saw her a few times during this period. How could she see enough?  I always feel that my beloved son has grown up secretly. Look, he has grown a beard. However, as a mother, she has not done many trivial things that she has longed for since she was a girl. For example, at that time, she always imagined giving  My future son shaved his beard and took him to meet his grandparents. I watched him worrying about the gains and losses of a certain girl and peeking at the love letters my son wrote to the girl. Haha, I found it interesting just thinking about it, but it seemed that it was too late.  She said softly: "Augustine, just like the great heretics in religious history are often the most devout believers in God, the Rothschild family who will be accused of treason is the most loyal family to the empire. Don't complain.  Your father, everything he did was out of love for this empire, because the roots of the obsidian flower are here.  The Rudolf family is the scavenger of His Majesty the Emperor, but Rothschild is not, so one day in the future the truth will surface. If someone ridicules Obsidian as the lackey of His Majesty the Emperor, I hope you can refute these people.  Your father may have said a lot to you just now, but there is one sentence that you will definitely forget, that is, he has always felt that he is not a father who can make his son proud.  " Augustine pursed his lips and said nothing. The Duchess fell into recollection and smiled softly: "I was born in a family that slays dragons, but maybe I have seen too many warriors with blood on their hands, and I don't want to find such a husband.  , because no matter how brave you are, you will never surpass your grandpa.  The first time I met your father was on a street with sycamore trees in Oguja in early spring. I met a young man who was short of money. He saw a blind man sitting on the street begging. When he saw  Countless passers-by were unwilling to help the old man, so the young man found a wooden board, picked up a charcoal pen and wrote on it, "Winter has just left, I can feel it; spring has come, but I can't see it." Then, countless people  I voluntarily paid money for this sentence, but the kind man left quietly. I believed at that time that this was my husband. Even if he becomes so poor that he becomes a beggar in the future, I am willing to beg with him.  Over the years, your father has been talking about how he pursued me at the beginning. In fact, that was not the case. I was the one pursuing him at that time. You see, he is so gentle. I remember the first time he officially met your grandpa, your proud grandpa.  I asked him contemptuously, why did you marry my daughter? Your father took my hand and calmly said that although I only have a quill, I can write more than just poetry.  When you come to the Holy Empire, your family is definitely not the richest, but it is definitely the most willing to show respect to its servants. You have never seen your father roll up his sleeves to deliver the baby horse of the serf family before. At that time,  He is so handsome. Augustine, you will become such a man in the future, okay?  No matter how miserable or glorious you are, you cannot lose your respect for the world. The starry sky above your head, the earth under your feet, and the morality in your heart. These three things that are most easily ignored by people are all worthy of our sincere respect.  " Augustine nodded heavily. She touched her son's head and smiled: "Your father said that you will write our epitaph in the future. He has always believed that if you were a poet, you would be better than him.  ?? Augustine lowered his head.  The duchess hugged her son and sighed: "Live well. No matter what, you must live. You don't need to do it for your parents and family, let alone the empire, just for yourself. This is a mother's greatest wish for her son."  As dawn approached that day, Augustine walked into the secret passage under the leadership of the housekeeper Old Pepin and went to the prince's mansion together. At Dracula's Tooth Astrology Building, he saw Pandora in a wheelchair and the hunchbacked old prince holding the wheelchair.  Pandora's father, Prince Odis, as the leader of the radical faction, has been secretly arrested. For this purpose, the empire used two of the six Holy Coffin Knights, plus two Saint Maul Stone Sword Masters and several magic sages, the hunchbacked old prince.  When he saw Augustine, he did not show too much loneliness. He just pushed the wheelchair into Augustine's hands and said: "Pandora will be handed over to you for protection from now on, and I will not give you any reward, but this is an order!" Augustine did not have any  With no extra words, he just said firmly: "Okay." At dawn, Augustine took the "Teachings" and the letter of report to the city of Jupiter for the first time, which was the heart of the empire that would hate him to the extreme for a long time to come.  Next, the treason of the Rothschild family was exposed.  The Duke chose the most cowardly acquiescence in the face of the verdict of the mighty jury.  The gallows.  Died for love.  The Purple Obsidian retinue launched a heroic revenge against His Majesty the Emperor.  The enemies of the Rothschild family also began to take action. For example, the children of old Pepin died in a vendetta. This tragedy is just one of countless bright episodes.  The larger the family, the more desolate it is when it collapses, and the more the dust it raises stings the eyes.  In an inconspicuous cemetery, there is a pair of adjacent tombstones that make it seem less lonely. One of them is engraved with the name of the imperial poet, and under the name are engraved two Gulalan words: The Heart of All.  Another tombstone is engraved with a woman¡¯s complete name, and under the name is a string of Oguja language: No one loves the man around me more than me.  The cemetery is full of obsidian flowers.  The gravekeeper is a lame uncle who often drinks alcohol.  Was Augustine lucky?  Of course, he is from the Rothschild family and is the heir to Purple Obsidian.  There is a mysterious family magic teacher.  There are a pair of parents who are the most eye-catching in the empire.  There is a saintly godfather.  Was Augustine unlucky?  Of course, in his early twenties, he began to bear the shackles of the traitor's descendants. His parents died, and his magic teacher only led the way but never walked with him. The godfather's legacy attracted the jealousy and hatred of the Vatican, and he fought with countless families.  enemies, fighting against the three major sacramental ministries.  When I was a child, I naughtily asked my female magic teacher if I was the protagonist of this world. The reply was sad: No, there are countless people who are more like the protagonist than you.  Now, this young man who cannot be the protagonist has on the blacklist of enemies in his heart, including the chief secretary of state, Queen Gocher, the giant of the sacramental ministry, two cardinal archbishops, and forty-two families, just like Miss Russell.  There are too many to count, and the number one enemy is the nearly omniscient and omnipotent Emperor Jupiter. This enemy, he can't even tell anyone about, pauper Augustine, wretch Augustine, coward Augustine, always  I like those simple people around me to live happily.  He likes Jane in the dark castle of Poetry far better than the clever Juliet and Agatha. He likes Miss Russell who he met by chance, who has a rough life and is very talented in academics. He likes Little Huo who only has ideals in the field of magic.  Er, the reason why I like them is not because of how smart they are or how valuable they are to me, but because of their simplicity, which is exactly what Augustine lacks.  When Augustine, who was standing at the edge of the Angel Garden, gently raised his arm, the blond boy Ares began to put on the mask of redemption. The Lich King Naples intertwined numerous sons of Satan with his hands, using the Holy Coffin of the Hell Heroic Spirit Ted and the Dead Sea Knight Flute.  The undead army led by Karl dismounted neatly and drew their swords.
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