Book of Gods and Demons

Tulum Harbor, 99 Palm Street.

The storm is violent outside, and the house is peaceful and peaceful. In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, the flames of two thin white candles swayed, and the small candlelight illuminates the bedroom dimly, making the fragrance in the air more and more ambiguous.

On the large four-poster bed, among the brocades, Zahir von Schiller slept soundly.

Beside him, the tall, beautiful, green-haired and green-eyed Xiu Boer leaned against the bed, with a thin, spiced lady in her red lips. cigar.

Lightly spit out a long light smoke, crushed the cigar in the crystal ashtray on the bedside table, Xiu Boer touched the messy blond hair on Zahirs head, sighed contentedly .

"Oh, my dear, you are such a cute little elk." Xiu Boer chuckled softly, and his slender fingers naughty stroked Zahir's neat and tidy beard.

As an unfamiliar tap dancer, he has no connections, no background, no backstage. Every time he performs, he can only mix with a large group of actors and become the heroine of the theater. Felt extremely desperate for the future.

At the time of prosperity, he could only serve as a background as a third-rate little actor, with a total annual income of less than one hundred gold marks.

This kind of income can barely make ends meet.

Add some necessary expenses for cosmetics and clothing. After a year of hard work, Saubol couldnt even survive a copper fountain Su.

If this continues, after the old age fades, in Tulum Port, a sinful city full of copper odor, extremely snobbery and reality, Saubol can't imagine how miserable it will be to wait for her. life.

Zahir von Schiller, editor-in-chief of "Tulum Port Post", a noble from Imperial Capital, young and promising, brimming over with talent Jun Yan, like a ray of sunshine in the night , Illuminates the life of Xiu Boer.

Young, rich, talented, passionate, especially without the burden of the family, completely regarded Xiu Boer as the only lover, and even gave Xiu Boer his own small vault. .

"Oh, my dear, you are such a cute, naughty, and strong little elk... You know, my sisters, how envy me?" Xiu Boer looked down and fell asleep Zahir in the middle of the game, she was so excited that she managed to control herself, and did not laugh out loud.

"It's a charming little cutie...you can't let those sluts, especially those dancing ballet sluts close to you." Showball took a deep breath, and then held his breath, lightly She left the big bed, wearing soft velvet slippers, picked up a leather briefcase on the bedside table.

Opened her mouth, her red lips opened and closed lightly, silently singing a cheerful little tune, Xiu Boer followed the footsteps of the'those ballet dancers-people' in her mouth, padding The tiptoes, like a wind blowing across the bedroom, came to an oil painting in the corner.

Holding the frame of the oil painting with both hands, the oil painting slid aside a few feet, revealing the heavy alloy door of the mountain shield safe inlaid on the wall.

Xiu Boer looked left and right, then turned the cipher disc carefully, and opened the safe door without any movement as much as possible.

In the three-foot-square safe, stacks of brand new gold mark banknotes neat and tidy are placed. Under the dim candle light, the bronze banknotes give people a heavy and very heavy The feeling of weight.

Xiu Boer looked at these banknotes fascinated, and a green vein in his eyebrows beat violently.

Every time she saw these "cuties" in the safe, she couldn't help the blood flow all over her body speeding up, and she felt dizzy and happy.

Zhahir, her careful liver, her little baby, the master who changed her destiny, is so capable.

She and Zahir were only together for more than a year. She personally stuffed stacks of banknotes into the originally empty safe, and watched the safe being covered with banknotes and All kinds of valuables are filled.

But... these banknotes, gems, pearls and the like are nothing compared to what will be put in the safe today.

Gently opened the briefcase, Xiu Boer took out a huge kraft paper envelope from it.

In the envelope is a share contract with several large seals.

She, Xiu Boer, is the beneficiary of this share contract. With this contract, she owns the Chamber of Commerce Chamber of Commerce in Tulum Port. Points of shares.

0.5% of the shares are very small, and they dont even have a say in the shareholders meeting.

However, Chamber of Commerce, the sub-Chamber of Commerce of Chamber of Commerce, sells millions of slaves every year. As far as Xiu Boer knows, the average net profit of a slave is 20 Above the gold mark, the profits of some high-end slaves are even more expensive.

This trifling half a point of stock is enough to bring the annual profits of hundreds of thousands of gold marks to Showball.

"It's such a good baby to put it down...Why are you so capable?" Xiu Boer looked at this thin but high-value contract with great intoxication.

In the past few days, the undercurrent of Tulum Port has been turbulent and the changeable situation has made everyone feel uneasy, and there is a sense of panic that a catastrophe is coming.

But at this moment, what Xiu Boer has in his heart is endless happiness and sweetness.

No matter how Zaheer got on the line with the people of Chamber of Commerce, no matter how he got half a point of shares, Zaheer put this half point of shares in Show Boer!

This represents Zahir's love for Soupol, his trust in her, and the happy future for him and her.

In MiddleLand, any family, as long as there are hundreds of thousands of gold mark income each year, it is enough to live extremely luxuriously.

"Awesome, my little elk, oh, great Mu, my little elk, its so awesome!"

Siu Boer is very intoxicated, will The rigorous provisions on the contract were read over and over silently. She stood in front of the safe for half an hour and was sighed with satisfaction. She put the contract back into the kraft paper envelope, and put the envelope cautiously. He entered the safe and placed it on top of the pile of bronze banknotes.

'ka-cha'!

Saubol was about to close the safe door, when the floor-to-ceiling windows from the bedroom to the terrace heard a crisp noise.

Zahir who was lying on the bed suddenly awakened, he suddenly jumped up, grabbed his hands on the bedside table, his left hand held a double barrel of flintlock, right The hand grabbed a slender, sharp stabbing sword.

"Zahir!" Xiu Bo was taken aback by the sudden movement. She looked at Zahir who was suddenly startled and gave a hysterical scream.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were violently pushed open, and the gust of wind rushed in, blowing the heavy velvet blackout curtains and thin gauze curtains high.

A tall and thin silhouette rushed in from the terrace.

There was thunder and lightning from the outside world, and the violent thunder rolled across the sky one after another. The huge thunder shook the crystal vessel in the bedroom'buzzing'.

'Boom, boom' with two gunshots, Zahir without the slightest hesitation's moved towards the intruded silhouette pulled the trigger.

A very thin cold light flashed past. Two large-caliber lead bullets were still far away from the intruder. They were split into a dozen pieces by the cold light, and the shrapnel fell weakly. On the thick cashmere carpet, there was no sound.

The thunder exploded, drowning out the gunfire.

Zhahir swung his stabbing sword, and his shoulder blades lit up and turned red with a faint fire, and then a large fire star sprayed out and turned into a few feet wide fire behind him. star condensed wings.

A bizarre, primordial and wild coercion was released from Zahir, his low roar, carrying a wave of heat, the right hand stabbing sword shook rapidly, turning into palms wide. The arc of light led to the intruder.

In the hands of Zahir, the pointed and thin thorn sword has become more powerful than the Double-Handed Horse Sword.

The invading silhouette body suddenly turned into a translucent state, and his breath and voice all disappeared at this moment.

Even Zahir is like a headless fly, losing control of the target at this moment. He could only vaguely see the opponent's shadow flickering and shaking in front of him, but he completely lost the concept of where the opponent's body was and how far away he was.

The intruder silently entered Zahir's arms like a phantom.

'Boom'!

A special short-tube single-tube large-caliber fire blundere made a loud noise, and the muzzle was almost ignited by Zahir's forehead. A special cemented carbide projectile spun out quickly, Zahir's head burst open, and his body flew high back.

Xiu Boer stared blankly at Zahir, whose head was flying backwards, with his hands on his chest, and he screamed hysterically.

The violent storm and rain roared down, and violent thunder and lightning ruled the world.

The gunshots and shouts were all washed away without a trace by the heavy rain.

On the road from Old Pier No. 2 to Palm Tree Avenue, half of Joe's body came out of the carriage window, letting rainstorm make him wet.

"Hurry up, Uncle Ya, hurry up... Damn Palm Street, I have an enemy against it, and I declare that I have an enemy against it. Don't let me find opportunities in the future, otherwise I will demolish all the houses on Palm Street!"

Just now in the Card Nine Warehouse, Qiao Zheng was very interested and wanted to appreciate the legendary Golden Oak Church purification ceremony, and see and see Lawren Archbishop The means to purify heretics.

As a result, while Loren Archbishop was still preparing various Magical Artifacts, someone from the Caban's Manor sent information.

Fuder finally spoke up and asked him to help meet and hide these heretics. It was Zahir von Schiller, the editor-in-chief of the "Tulum Post". The grimace shopkeeper immediately told Joe that Zahir had spent the night at 99 Palm Street every night for more than a year.

The power of the'Sparrow Gang' is undoubtedly unfolding again, because the grimace shopkeeper adopted an orphan back then, and is now a small helper at 99 Palm Street, who is responsible for taking care of the furnace water room at night.

The Duke of Ross is just a casually moved towards Joe. Joe, who was about to watch the excitement, set off again with his team to arrest Zahir at 99 Palm Street.

Because of the involvement of heresy, Loren Archbishop also assigned several high-level churchman to take people with him.

The torrential rain was so loud that Joe finally took the team and visited Palm Street for the third time in just two days.

"No. 97, No. 98..." Qiao murmured chanting the house number of a house on the side of the road. Suddenly at this moment, he heard two violent wind and rain thunderbolt sounds. The gun sounded.

"Alert! On alert!" Joe raised his throat and screamed.