Book of Gods and Demons

In the evening, sweet shrimp tavern.

In the hall of the tavern, there was a lot of voices and mists.

Poor Billy was pressed on a wooden table by seven or eight colleagues, with a funnel in his mouth, and a five-liter barrel of rum was constantly being poured into the funnel.

Billy had already rolled his eyes, and the golden-brown liquor kept squirting from his mouth, spraying all over his body.

A group of jolly policemen and sailors gathered around or stood on a wooden table, dancing and cheering loudly: "Drink, drink, drink...fill, fill, fill... continue to drink... continue to fill!"

On the floor next to the wooden table, there were already five or six chubby policemen lying on the ground, drunk all over, and fell into a state of semi-dead fainting.

Unfortunately, even with the use of large fishing tackle, Billy and his friends still fell into the bottom ten in the afternoon fishing competition.

The top ten are all the original sailors on that large fishing boat. They have extremely rich experience in sea fishing. It can be said that this is their ability to feed and support their families. How can they lose?

The dark-skinned sailors triumphantly hugged the gorgeous maid, mingled in the crowd and laughed arrogantly.

Rolling his eyes, Billy looked desperately at the gradually swaying ceiling, his fingers convulsed weakly, as if a drowning man wanted to grab the last straw, but he was surrounded by only a group of "close colleagues" who had fallen into trouble. No straw can be found.

On the second floor of the Sweet Shrimp Tavern, in a private room with a sea view outside, Joe with a reddish skin sits at the square table, burping constantly.

Hot and full of alcohol, Joe pointed to Sherlock opposite the square table and shouted loudly: "I, Joe Jong Witto, have a strong sea fishing skill... Today, it was just an accident, otherwise I will not Maybe you can't catch a fish."

Yes, I don’t know what the reason is, maybe it’s bad luck, maybe Joe too overestimated his sea fishing skills. In short, in this afternoon’s sea fishing event, he didn’t collect any grains or scales!

"However, I will never shame. The last one is the last. A small barrel of rum, how big is it?"

Joe's breathing was a little bit short, and when Billy had just started to drink, he killed a small barrel full of rum as agreed in advance.

Every time he breathed, the wine in the private room was a bit stronger, even the sea breeze outside the window, it was difficult to blow away the wine for a while.

After all, it was five liters of high rum. With his strong physique, Joey drank five liters of rum in one breath. He also felt a little dizzy and drunk.

But after all, Joe's physique is so strong now, after he and Sherlock sat in the private room, just a quarter of an hour later, Jiu Jin also lost 70% to 80%.

Sherlock changed into his usual attire.

The neatly groomed tuxedo, the sharply wiped leather boots, and the slick, meticulous hair.

He looked at the reddish-faced Joe, smiled and nodded: "It can be seen that His Excellency Joe is upright and trustworthy. He is a true nobleman... I came to Love Gun this time."

Joe hit the last full hiccup, then sat up straight, put his hands on the wooden table, and stared at Sherlock with straight eyes: "So, it's not a chance encounter. You came to me specially?"

Sherlock smiled, sincere and soft: "I hate fishing. I think it's a meaningless waste of life."

"However, because of my identity, it is obviously inconvenient for me to visit publicly and directly. The plenipotentiary envoy of the Ice Sea Kingdom specifically visited the family members of the chairman of the Tulum Port Seven-member Committee. There is no doubt that this will lead to Too much over-interpretation will cause a lot of trouble."

"If I use other methods to make appointments with you secretly, Donglu’s saying is very reasonable. There is no impermeable wall in the world. Secret appointments will obviously arouse more suspicion and suspicion. Especially in the port of Tulum, This was originally a place where the major forces had many eyes and ears, and their conspiracies were endless.

"A courteous dinner invitation was triggered by a chance encounter on the sea because of fishing, which is very reasonable."

"This method is very hypocritical, but whether it is you or me, you can tell anyone that this is a courtesy dinner invitation. You are the current'landlord' of Lofgang, and I passed by accidentally. "Guests", such a gathering is in line with noble etiquette and diplomatic etiquette. No one can be faulty."

Joe slapped heavily on his forehead, and he looked at Sherlock speechlessly.

"It's just a meeting. Does it need to be so complicated? Is it necessary?"

Sherlock smiled.

He took out the small pipe, knocked the pipe on the edge of the wooden table, took out a small silk pocket, twisted some tobacco into the pipe, lighted it and took two sips.

"Sometimes, if you can save some trouble, just save some trouble." Sherlock smiled happily, and across the wooden table, he stretched out his right hand to Joe: "Introduce yourself, Sherlock Thur Springland , The Earl of the Ice Sea Kingdom, there are some other idle positions in his body. Of course, these positions are not important, I am here to see you today... My identity is-the swordsman of El.

Joe took Sherlock's hand and shook it gently.

Hearing Sherlock's self-introduction, Qiao looked at him in amazement: "El Swordman? What is this?"

Laplace screamed in Joe's mind: "Oh, wealthy, crimson, I know what Al is like... Do you need Al's information? Only one million gold marks, as long as a trivial one million... …"

One million gold marks?

Joe's face twitched heavily, and his eyes looked at Sherlock strangely: "Honorable Sherlock, can you tell me what is the swordman of El?"

In Joe's heart, there was a little excitement and excitement, and even a little bit of happiness brought by the little revenge on Laplace.

Intelligence worth one million golden marks?

Ooooooo, honorable Her Excellency Sherlock, Crimson Joe, who is ‘rich and stingy’, is ready to listen.

The palms of the two were separated, and Sherlock moved her body to make herself sit more comfortable. He leaned on the chair, snorting smoke, and slowly said: "Al, is a long-standing mutual aid organization."

"Some people say that Al is the biggest intelligence dealer in Medland."

"Some people say that Al is the most dangerous conspirator in Medland."

"Some people say that Al is an evil heresy controlled by demons."

"Some people say that Al exists to destroy the world."

"If you know all these various and strange claims about Al, you will definitely think that this is a dangerous, terrifying, filthy and shady organization."

"But as I said, this is just a very open, loose, spontaneous, inclusive, cooperative and mutually beneficial mutual aid group."

"Ayre has many members. They are either in Midland, or in the East, or in the North, or in the South, or in the West... Or they are more dangerous, more miraculous, more incredible, and more indescribable. Region."

"They are of different origins, they have different experiences, their races are different, their ethnicities are different, their skin color, gender, language, culture, their thoughts, and behaviors are all different."

"The only thing in common is that they occasionally act in Al's name."

"Don't deny that there are intelligence dealers among Al."

"Do not deny that there are ambitious elements among Al."

"Don't deny that there are alien demons among Al."

"Don't deny that someone in Al wants to destroy the world."

"But among Al, there are more people of all kinds... the top chefs, the top blacksmiths, the top tailors, the top painters... the smartest people, the wisest people, the most powerful People, the most wonderful people..."

"Because of their existence, because of their behavior, the outside world's speculation about Al has become more complex and changeable...because of mystery, because of ignorance, so in the hearts of the outside world, Al is such an unpredictable dangerous organization."

Sherlock shook his head and sighed softly.

He looked at Joe seriously, smiled and asked, "Do you know the meaning of the word ‘Al’?"

Joe looked at Sherlock sluggishly, and he said a little annoyed: "Sorry, this is the first time I have heard of this word in my life."

Sherlock's gaze flickered for a while, and he quickly remembered Joe's results in various subjects during his investigation from childhood enlightenment to graduation from the Judicial College through certain channels!

Very good, this one in front of me is a ‘genius’ who failed even the most basic "General History of the Mainland"!

She laughed dryly, and Sherlock said solemnly: "'Ayre', in the prophecies of the gods of the golden age, it represents perfection, represents perfection, represents truth, represents order, and represents all tangible and intangible existence! "

"The Al organization, his philosophy is tolerance, freedom, communication, and mutual assistance... He transcends the country, the nation, the race, and most of the rules and precepts in reality..."

"The purpose of the Al organization ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can be summed up in this sentence-everyone is for me, I am for everyone, with'fairness' as the only order, how much you pay and how much you get."

Joe looked at Sherlock dumbfounded, and then he clapped softly, exaggerated smile on his face and exclaimed: "Wow, it's great, it's great, I'm excited about this, and I'm about to move...oh ,very impressive!"

The smile narrowed, Joe collapsed, and looked at Sherlock with the gaze of an ordinary citizen looking at a crappy liar: "Then, dear Mr. Sherlock, the Al Organization, there has been something earth-shattering that I have heard of. Thing?"

Sherlock stared straight at Joe: "The Chapter of Wall was traded to the Durham Empire. The reason why Rafa was seriously injured was beaten by me."

Joe slowly opened his mouth.

After a short silence, Qiao said in a deep voice, "So, this time you met me at sea, do you want?"

Sherlock took out a delicate black card and placed it gently in front of Joe.

"I formally invite you, Joe Rong Witto, to join the Al organization and become my disciple!"