Book of Gods and Demons

Glory calendar August 19, 1379, in the afternoon, near dusk.

Two Old Ma, pulling an open-top extended salted fish cart.

Yes, its really a flatbed cart used to pull salted fish at the Tulum Port Fish Port Terminal. The four wheels are slanted and slanted. The cart is full of large and large sea salt particles, many fish tails and fish. The skull and fish scales are scattered on the car, and the pungent salty fish smell can float hundreds of feet without wind.

Ya rides on the back of an Old Ma, pulls the bridle, and controls the two horses to run forward in small steps.

Joe changed into a new suit, carrying the silver-handled saber he had snatched from the highlander, with his legs apart, standing majesticly on the front of the flatbed.

He looked around triumphantly. If it weren't for his bloated body, Joe at this moment had the heroic spirit of a'feather fan towel, majestic hair'.

Hundreds of Vitos guards lined up neatly, crowded with salted fish carts.

Behind the salted fish cart, more than a thousand soldiers in iron gray uniforms lined up. In the middle of the team, there are a dozen gun carts, a total of Six Sect 100-cent field guns and twelve 60-cent field guns.

Sinbad lay on the salted fish cart with rags and messy hair. His left arm was chopped off by his elbows during the previous capture operation. At this moment, his wound was wrapped in bandages. It was tight, but blood still oozes out of the bandage slowly.

An unknown, dark cloth strip with a strange smell was stuffed into Sinbad's mouth, making him unable to make any noise.

His right hand and both legs were firmly fixed to the salted fish cart by handcuffs made of steel essence, and his limbs and joints were removed by the violence of his teeth, and his body was limp. It was like mud, shivering slightly as the carriage moved forward.

The neat team swaggered across the city along the street, wherever it passed, pedestrians on the side of the road looked at it.

Soon, the team traversed the Grand Plaza in front of the city hall and turned north after three blocks. After two more intersections, a mottled exterior wall appeared on the side of the road, which looked a bit old. The architecture of the old 4-Layer building.

There are also white walls and red tiles. The arched windows on the outer wall are made of multicolored glass, which spell out scenes of local Myths and Legends in Tulum.

The main entrance of the building faces south, and the large black round rivets on the gate made of old black shipboard. These iron rivets are rubbed smoothly, and matched with the vicissitudes of old ship boards, this gate is full of an inexplicable historical charm.

On the right wall of the gate, under a large gas street lamp, on a steel essence chain with the thickness of a thumb, a golden anchor that is more than two feet high hangs.

This anchor is extremely famous throughout Tulum Port, and it is known to everyone.

This anchor weighs nearly a thousand pounds. It is really made of pure gold, not a gilded fake.

This anchor is of high value. If it can be stolen, it will be enough to make people rich overnight and have a life-long life.

Its just that this anchor has been hung here for more than two hundred years, and someone had thought about it, but all of them disappeared, disappear without a trace, as if there was never in the world Like this person.

Anchors made of pure gold are always hung here, unscrupulously declaring power, wealth, and brutal and primordial order and strength.

This is the'Golden Anchor Club', the oldest and most famous selling gold nest in Tulum Port.

In this 4-Layer building covering an area of more than 20,000 square feet, wine, color, wealth, and gas are all available. It is said that as long as you can walk into this ancient ship board You can satisfy all the noble or despicable desires in your heart.

It's just different from the pink mermaid who opens its doors to receive all customers.

Golden Anchor Club, this is the reserved place of the indigenous forces in Tulum Port. Their door is only open to the Jiaxijia people who have pure bloodline.

"Encircle here!" Joe waved to the Fiercely Golden Anchor Club. When he gave the order, his two eyes were glowing like cats in the night, and the cold light flashed inexplicably. People are terrified.

Smashing the Golden Anchor Club is a dream of Joe and his big brother Gorkin for many years!

The body is trembling slightly, this is excitement and excitement, not because of tension or fear. Qiao wondered, whether he would find an excuse later, get the ignition oil, and burn the damn building on fire.

On the benevolent Muteste, Joe knows the position of the Golden Anchor Club in the hearts of the natives of Tulum.

This is a monument, this is a Totem. In the history of Tulum Port, countless prestigious great characters have come and gone here, and countless thrilling major events happened here.

The Port of Tulum and the Chamber of Commerce were established here.

The first overseas free trade certificate of Tulum Port was issued here.

The "Convention on Free Navigation" between the Port of Tulum and the United Kingdom of Nice is also drawn up here one by one.

The Golden Anchor Club has witnessed almost from beginning to end how Tulum Port has transformed from a spontaneous smuggling distribution center into one of the richest and most attractive trading hubs along the coast of the storm ocean.

40 years ago, it was also at the Golden Anchor Club. The indigenous forces in Tulum, headed by the Wells family, signed the Tulum Port Freedom Declaration here, announcing that Tulum Port had formed its own militia , Resist the annexation of the Durham Empire.

Of course, the ending is a bit bleak.

The grandfather of the Duke of Ross, the magnificent old Marquis of Huntingburg, waved his hand, a million imperial army roared, and hundreds of thousands of Tulum Port militias scattered ashes and dispersed in just two days. Smoke, the Welsh family and other indigenous forces kneeled and surrendered.

It is said that if it were not for the Wells family and several other Great families, they had privately offered a huge amount of sincerity to the old Marquis of Huntingburg. The Golden Anchor Club had been regarded as a chaotic party 40 years ago. Lao Chao's burned.

Qiao silently recalled the vicissitudes of the Golden Anchor Club over the past two hundred years.

The soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms quickly dispersed, enclosing the Golden Anchor Club from all sides.

The soldiers big-toed leather boots stepped on the street and clamored, and there was a mess of exclamation in the Golden Anchor Club. The second, third, and fourth floors were all The window was opened, someone looked out, then slammed back and closed the window heavily.

"In the name of the imperial law, I order you to open the door and cooperate with the next investigation."

Joe wielding a heavy war knife, loudly with great air and majesty Roaring.

The sea of power and the lungs resonated strangely, making Joe's voice extremely loud, like a field gun fired by a boom.

He stood on the salted fish cart and yelled loudly. On the first floor of the Golden Anchor Club, facing the street, the two glass windows closest to Joe's'ka-cha' sounded, and he shocked many of the multi-colored glass panes. Cracked.

'Boom'!

The heavy door bolt sliding sounded, and the heavy old ship door of the Golden Anchor Club opened slowly.

An old man with extraordinary bearing and aristocratic style walked out of the door.

Half-length white hair is neat and tidy combed, smoothly groomed, and draped backwards into a big back. The tuxedo is neat and tidy, both hands are wearing white silk gloves, and the left hand is pestle A thin cane with a pure gold sheep head and ivory rod.

Claude Jon Haydn, the member director of the Golden Anchor Club, is an old man who is nearly 90 years old and has a strong waist.

Looking at the densely packed Vito guards and soldiers on the street in front of him, Claude coughed heavily: "Joe, what happened? What do you want to do? You, must do this? Consider? Alright? This is the Vito family, the will of Hessian?"

The thin cane in the left hand slammed heavily on the ground, and with a sneer, the rod made of ivory sank deeply After the granite floor tiles were more than a foot deep, Claude drooped his eyelids and said in a low voice: "You...you...are sure you can bear all the consequences?"

There is no scene, long time Claude in wind and rain straight to the point directly hit Joe.

Joe looked at the ivory cane in Crowder's hand, and the fat on his face twitched violently.

The relatively fragile ivory, like a knife cutting butter, pierced into the hard granite so easily. Even if Joe now has hundreds of pounds of brute force, he thinks it is absolutely impossible to do this step.

This involves a higher level of power sea and the Divine Sea, and involves the use of higher realm power.

Joe is away from such a Transcendent Realm, and there is a section of the road long by Elder.

Ya jumped off Old Ma, Skins walked behind Ya silently, a dozen Vitos experts, along with several officers with soft epaulettes of lieutenant colonel and major, walked forward. A few steps.

The burly lieutenant colonel with the highest rank, over six feet five inches tall, coughed heavily, and spit out thick sputum on the ground with a'poof'.

'Hoo~Hoo!'

A pavement brick at the feet of the lieutenant colonel was crushed by a mouthful of phlegm and sank into a deep pit the size of his fist.

The fat on Joe's face shivered again, and then he smiled and shook the head to Claude's old man: "The benevolent Muteste is here, and the Vito family has no intention of provoking a dispute..."

Claude the old man quickly interrupted Joe, and the cold light flickered behind his drooped eyelids, coldly said: "Then, take your henchman and get out! At a young age, show off here. one's military strength, who gave you the courage?"

The Imperial Army officers and soldiers present exhaled at the same time.

The guards of Vito's house are undoubtedly Joe's loyal henchman.

But they are a serious imperial army, and Claude's words immediately offended all the imperial soldiers present.

Joe suddenly burst into laughter: "No, no, no, esteemed Claude Lord, I'm just following orders."

Qiao scowled and kicked hard. Sinbad on the foot salted fish cart.

"On the order of the Duke of Jiaxijia and the Governor of the Southern Special Zone of the Empire, Rose von Jiaxijia Huntingburg, a thorough investigation of the murder of Zhongqiu." Joe shouted loudly: "There is a suspect Xin. Bada confessed that in the Golden Retriever Club, someone colluded with foreign troops and committed treason."

Joe Fiercely stared at Claude Old Man, and roared: "In the name of the imperial law, Make way, we need to seal the Golden Anchor Club and arrest suspects related to Zhongqius bloody murder and treason felony!"

"Any blocker will be dealt with in the same crime!" Joe's voice became louder and louder, with a voice Hysterical excitement.

Claude old man looked at Joe tremblingly. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Who is it? Give his name, and I will let him out!"

Joe gave Crowder a dark look, and the sword in his hand moved towards the building in front of him in a circle.

"Inside, everyone!"