Book of Gods and Demons

The carriage stopped at the crossing.

One road leads to the mid-levels; the other spirals downwards, leading to the mountain pass of Mount St. Hild.

In the specially widened and elongated carriage, Duke Ross put away the small folding fan and knocked on Joe’s forehead affectionately with the fan: "Joe, you were a bit simpler when you were a kid... But now you have grown up, grown up, and smart. More importantly, luck is really good."

Duke Ross was smiling, his eyes all smiled like a crescent moon.

The small folding fan pointed at Hessian, and Duke Ross smiled and said: "I know, this time in the investigation of Zhongqiu's murder, Hessian did not deliberately help you. You really rely on your...strength to build so many feats."

"The future will be better, you have to work harder." Duke Ross squinted, and the small folding fan knocked on Joe's head again.

"Tomorrow afternoon, go to the station of the Intelligence Headquarters in Port Tulum, and get the documents and related materials of the Intelligence Headquarters." Duke Ross turned his head to look at Hessian: "I have always wanted to place my people in the Intelligence Headquarters, but The old Sijak is like a watchdog, guarding very tightly."

"This time is the best opportunity, and it is also the opportunity specially given to me by Her Majesty the Queen. If you are out of Joe, Hessian, you can also transfer a few people." Duke Ross said slowly: "The intelligence headquarters has this skin. At that time, it was quite useful."

Hessen smiled and nodded. He had a big cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath. The **** of the cigar lit up suddenly, and the cigar burned a full half inch in length.

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Hessian took out a purse that was twice the size of an ordinary money clip from his chest pocket. After unzipping, he took out twelve sheets of dark bronze all over with the edges. There are bearer traveler's checks with a half-finger width of Phnom Penh.

Joe's eyes were a little green.

This kind of paper is three times thicker than ordinary traveler’s cheques, with a much darker color, and with such a wide gilt edge. It is an anti-counterfeit cheque issued by the Royal Bank of Durham Empire for a huge sum of more than ten million gold marks.

Each of these twelve fluttering ‘paper’s represents a huge wealth of at least 10 million golden marks.

There are twelve pictures here, 120 million golden marks...

Well, it doesn't seem to be much money.

According to the current market price, it is only the market price of 300,000 pounds of high-quality black pepper. Three hundred thousand pounds is converted into the ‘metric system of weights and balances’ that has been vigorously promoted by the empire’s senior officials in recent years, but it is less than 140 metric tons.

A medium-sized cargo ship can load all the cargo.

That's it. No fuss. But Joe was so gluttonous.

Laplace even more frantically blew the harsh whistle in Joe’s mind, and then he shouted loudly: "Ah, dear Scarlet, don’t you have any ideas? These cute little pieces of paper, if You can exchange them for shiny gold coins...I can give you some crazy knowledge!"

Joe swallowed and spit.

Hessian puffed out heavy smoke and handed twelve traveler's checks to Duke Ross.

"Dear Rose, the Wells family, and their party members, the assets are too large. Even with the help of the'partners' from the three surrounding provinces, it will take at least three months before we can transfer their Wealth is completely digested."

"However, I will give you your share of payment as quickly as possible first."

"This is the first payment to you. After about five days, there will be a second payment."

Duke Rose's eyes widened suddenly, her eyes glowing, her face was full of spring breeze, and she stretched out her hand with two slender, white fingers. With a'swish', at a speed that Joe could not see clearly, she removed the twelve traveler's cheques from black. Sen took it away.

Opening the twelve dark bronze traveler's cheques like a fan, Duke Ross put them close to his nose, and then took a deep, intoxicated breath.

"Ah, the golden darlings... I seem to have seen a huge battle fleet, a fully equipped new flintlock rifle division, or thousands of new large-caliber field guns!"

The check was closed with a'swish', Duke Ross held it in his hand, and then gave Hessen a deep look: "Then, say goodnight to Leah for me. Your Majesty wants me to take care of Seak's one. The stall, I will be very busy these days, and I don’t have time to have afternoon tea with her."

"Hessian, it’s a great job this time. To be honest, until now, I don’t feel that Tulum Port really belongs to the Empire." Duke Ross squinted his eyes and chuckled: "Think about it? Let Gorkin come back and help me. I will give him a teacher directly!"

Hessen nodded earnestly, and spit out the thick smoke again: "I will consider...but it depends on Gorkin's own meaning. He prefers to be in the field legion, which is more exciting. Rose, yours The troops... a little flattered."

Duke Rose opened his mouth and looked at Hessian with his head slightly tilted and wide-eyed. After two full breaths, she knocked her forehead hard with a small folding fan.

"Plain? Benevolent Muteste, this is the most'beautiful' evaluation of the Garcija Garrison I've heard in recent years... Oh, plain? Well, with this unexpected income , I will make Cathy Island lively!" Duke Ross pursed his lips, showing a bit of murderous intent on his beautiful flowery face.

"The Wells family and their party members, since they have gone to meet the benevolent Muteste, then their relatives on the island will naturally accompany them. Family reunion, lively, isn't it? ?"

Hessian clapped softly and said with a smile, "Hey", "Yes, I totally agree with you."

The Duke of Ross smiled with a smile, suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Qiao Fengying's cheek forcefully, and then pushed the car door, with his head up and chest up like a proud little hen. 'Laughing and jumped out of the carriage.

Duke Rose’s car was on the side. She jumped into the carriage, stretched out her hand from the window and waved it wildly. A large group of cavalry surrounded her carriage and galloped away.

"Your Excellency Rose is very cute." When Duke Rose's team went away, he couldn't even hear the sound of horseshoes. Joe looked at Hessen seriously and said.

"She is a good friend of your mother, and a good friend of the Rittal family." Hessen dangling a big cigar, staring at Joe fiercely with wide eyes: "Don't look at me with such strange eyes, I and Duke Ross , Is a very pure partner."

Taking a puff of smoke, Hessen took out another dark bronze traveler's cheque with a half-finger-width gold edge from the huge money clip.

He held the check with his thumb and index finger, shook it lightly, and then slammed it lightly into Joe's arms, as if a naughty child had dropped a snot-wiping tissue.

"Take it, this belongs to you... Mr. Black's suggestion, all the proceeds from your potion go to you."

Hessian waved his right hand vigorously and said nonchalantly: "I think he makes sense. You have to learn to spend, learn to make money, learn to manage money. Not much, a little bit, just a trivial small goal. ."

"Take it, take it, this money is at your disposal... Well, don't do things that make Liya and Tifa angry and crazy, otherwise you will die and I will be in trouble."

"Take it, take it, enjoy it, dominate it..."

Joe’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he stared at the traveler’s check lying in his arms, with a stroke on it, using numerals and the official language of the Durham Empire and the common language of the mainland of Medland. The huge numbers written in this way make a buzzing sound in my mind.

"Dear Crimson, grandfather Crimson, think about it, what can I buy from me?" Laplace's aria sounded in Joe's mind.

Joe fell into great happiness. His face was flushed, his hands were waving wildly, and he looked at a nonchalant Hessian in a bewilderment.

He was frightened, his whole body was weak, his whole body was light and fluttering, as if he was in the clouds, as if he had ascended to heaven, he had no idea...what should I say?

At the same time, in the top area of ​​the hill, in the residence of Rear Admiral Papasi, Commander of the Turun Port Fleet of the Durham Imperial Navy.

Frederick looked angrily at the group of inspectors standing in front of him, wearing black uniforms, expressionless, like sculptures.

Around the hall, there were sailors with flintlock rifles. Because of Friedrich's order ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they raised their rifles and aimed them at the black-clothed inspectors in the hall.

In this group of inspectors, Papathi was held by two tall men in black, one on the left and one on the right. His legs were weak, his eyes were dizzy, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his mouth was difficult to open. Panting, looking at Frederick tremblingly.

"His Royal Highness... I... I... I am... loyal to the Empire... I was wounded for the Empire... I shed blood for the Empire..."

Frederick's face was flushed with anger. He gritted his teeth and looked at the two senior inspectors standing in front of him, half a head shorter than himself, and said word by word: "No one can take away right in front of me. The loyal admiral of the Empire!"

Just now, Frederick was drinking and discussing with his staff, his partner, and the navy’s supreme general in Tulum Port, Papaxi, to discuss the preparations for the next Marine Corps.

This group of inspectors suddenly broke in, without saying anything, grabbed the blank-faced Papathi directly from the seat, and was about to take him away on the spot.

Papaxi was so frightened that Frederick gave orders very simply, letting the sailors surround this group of inspectors.

The grim-faced Friedrich stared at the two inspectors in front of him: "Even if Papathy is at fault, it must be discussed within our navy. How dare you intervene in military affairs?"

A high-level inspector looked up at Frederick and said in a cold voice, "This is the will of the Queen."

Frederick's face suddenly paled, and he took two steps back subconsciously.

Papaxi let out a weird hiccup, rolled his eyes and passed out.

The sailors surrounding the hall put down their rifles one after another, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.