Book of Gods and Demons

MiddleLand glory calendar early morning, August 22, 1379.

"Praise the benevolent Muteste."

At the door of the shopkeeper's little medicine shop, Joe stood up his stomach and carried his hands on his back. Laughingly looked at the opposite person crying, smiling and hugging together, Father, mother and daughter of several families.

The grimace shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves, squinting at those who are immersed in surprise and happiness.

"That's great, isn't it?"

Grimace shopkeeper sighed with satisfaction: "Anyway, Yaolu Street is my site, although these guys are dark when they collect money Some of them can be regarded as my colleagues. These little girls are also the ones I watched to grow up."

"The damn guys of the Corruption Spirit...They are now locked up in St. Hild's Cathedral The grimace shopkeeper looked up at the sky and cursed in a low voice: "When will they be sent to the torture frame? I can go donate two catties of kerosene to the cathedral."

"I will donate one hundred catties to them. "Joe looked at the group of people who were crying together.

The potions and secret techniques used by the Corrupt Spirit have expired, and those fathers and mothers have already remembered their daughters.

These little girls and children were concentrated in the garrison barracks for observation for a day. After careful inspection by the nuns of the Yingui Church, they confirmed that they did not have any troubles left behind, and there were no heretical methods. No, they were sent home early in the morning.

Joe took a group of police officers who were familiar with the place and personally escorted these little girls home. Fiercely had a good reputation in the neighborhoods around Yaolu Street.

These happy and fragile people.

Seeing these people, Joe felt full of sunshine in his heart. In comparison, Henie Wei, who curled up in the dungeon and cursed, was really a disgusting stupid woman. Joe seriously wondered whether she wanted to "escape from prison" like Hanks?

"What are you thinking about?" The grimace shopkeeper poked Joe's arm.

"Unfortunately, I did not see the purification ceremony hosted by Lauren Archbishop himself." Joe curl one's lip, he could sorry to tell the grimace shopkeeper that he was planning to shoot a beautiful, noble, but heart-warming Vicious little woman.

Although her heart is vicious, she is a woman after all.

It can be done to hurt a woman, but speaking out, it is not enough for a man.

"There is nothing to regret...When dealing with the church, unless you have enough power, it is better to stay away from any of their religious ceremony." The grimace shopkeeper said leisurely: "I don't want to be naive and simple. Joe Young Master, one day suddenly became a pious church running dog."

Qiao only felt the hair Shua' on the back of his neck stand up.

"Huh?" Joe hurriedly asked: "Is there such a thing? There is such a thing?"

"Never overestimate the moral bottom line of a group of gods, especially When it is profitable. Joe Young Master, the Vito family is about to... No, no, it has become the first family of Tulum Harbour. You have to be more careful in the future."

"Not only Be careful with your body, and even more with your soul." The grimace shopkeeper looked at Joe with a deep gaze, and put his hand in his heart and poked hard: "The heroes are fighting for hegemony, the winner is king... A group of heretics competes for faith, and finally wins. The biggest heresy is Supremes "my lord"!"

"The methods of the Golden Oak Church are much crueler than those heretics. The fire torture that everyone fears? It's just something to scare ordinary people. "

The grimace shopkeeper kept shaking his head and sighing, turned around, and walked behind his counter.

He opened the drawer,'dong, dong, dong', and threw out three huge, five-liter glass rum bottles. The quality is not very good, with some impurities, so the transparency is not high, and the gray wine bottle is filled with bloody red liquid.

"The medicine recipe you brought last time, I have enough materials here. Although there have been more things in the past two days, I took the time to prepare some." The grimace shopkeeper put three wine bottles in front of Joe. One tweet: "Take it back and try it. You know my craft. If the effect is okay, tell Hessian Lord that I sell this medicine in partnership with the Vito family, and I can get 30% net profit." /p>

Qiao stared at the three bottles full of potions, faintly said: "I think, divided into proportions, we can talk about it... Dear Grimace Uncle, you see, I will be an 18-year-old adult soon People...a grown-up man, shouldnt he have a little bit of pitiful, meager private money?"

The ghost face shopkeeper lifts the head in amazement, he pouted and took a breath. Then seriously nodded.

"That's right, this is very reasonable... A man without private money, without a doubt, his life is a tragedy. Then, except for my 30%, you can hit me Go and talk to Lord Hessian under the banner of, as for how much you can get, it depends on your own!"

Joe puffed up his chest and turned and looked towards the direction of Tulum Harbour City Hall.

"Hope everything goes well... Dear Sir Father, I am impatient and want to see you."

At this moment, the top floor of the Tulum City Hall.

Sunlight shone in from the round glass dome of the conference hall, shining brightly on the conference hall.

In the venue, headed by Hessian, the lean Bucher Jon Sicil old man, the tall and burly Tagore Jon Leyton old man, and the outstanding Victorian Mrs. Ron Barrett, four of them dressed in fancy dresses, stood lined up in the middle of the venue.

In their up ahead, on the three-foot-high rostrum, behind the chairman's table, Duke Ross and a middle-aged man sit side by side.

Behind them, on the stair-distributed seats, more than a hundred men also dressed in costumes, one by one, tensed and sat on their seats with serious faces.

motionless, without saying a word, everyone's eyes were focused on the Duke of Ross behind the chairman's table, especially the middle-aged man.

The Duke of Rose changed into a blood-colored long dress, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and the hat was filled with blood-colored azaleas. He was smiling and briskly fanning his hands. Small folding fan.

"Your Excellency Viglar, you can rush back to the port of Tulum in time. This is really good." Duke Ross glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to him from the corner of his eye. : "Speaking of which seriously, at least 70% of these messy things these days should be your responsibility."

"But unfathomable mystery, why are things pushed to my head?"

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"I'm just a weak woman. These killings, arson, rebellion, rebellion, and even those evil and terrifying heretics are involved, why are they pushed to my head?"

"Well, who made me a widow with a hard life? Things are coming, and I can only take over."

The Duke of Ross sighed and closed it with a snap A small folding fan: "Anyway, my personal ability is limited... I am not a majestic queen Your Majesty, I am just a poor country widow who has not read much, the past few days I was exhausted. Look at my dark bags under my eyes... Damn it!"

"I have done everything I can, and the situation is the best I can do." The folding fan gently knocked on the conference table in front of him: "Look, if you think it's okay..."

Viglar von Sindenburg.

The iron-gray half chi long hair is smooth and meticulous, neat and tidy draped behind the head, exposing a wide, high raised ivory white forehead.

In the deep eye sockets, the dark gray eyes are calm and cold, like two deep pools.

The straight bridge of the nose makes his face full of three-dimensionality. The lips under the nose are a little thin. He not at all deliberately pursed his mouth, and his extra-sharp lips are inexplicably sharp. A strong sense of danger on the neck.

Viglar's appearance is similar to Friedrich von Heidelberg has several points of, especially the iron gray hair and dark gray eyes, which represent the origin of their bloodline.

Viglar, Marquis of the Empire, his mother is the fourth daughter of the Empress of the Empire. He has half of the Imperial Family bloodline on his body. He belongs to the righteous "Imperial Family Near Minister" and belongs to Zhenger. The "Emperor's Relatives" of the Eight Classics.

He is also the inspector general of the Imperial Southern Special Administrative Office.

His jurisdiction covers Jiasijia Island, Tulum Port, and the three provinces bordering Tulum Port.

According to the authority granted by the Queen Your Majesty 60 years ago when the imperial supervision department was newly established, Viglar had all the'normality' of all the military, political, civil, and legal institutions in his jurisdiction And abnormal affairs, with independent supervision, investigation, interrogation, and disposal.

In a word, in Viglar's jurisdiction, he can intervene in anything that is not pleasing to his eyes.

Anything Viglar intervenes, all relevant institutions, departments, officials, and nobles must cooperate unconditionally.

Even, when the'exceptional' incident occurs, Viglar can execute the marquis and the nobles below the marquis on the spot, and he can execute all the governor of the province, the chief officer of the provincial garrison and all below. Officials.

A few days ago, Viglar was patrolling local government affairs, and he took the train back to Tulum Port in the early hours of this morning.

While the Duke of Ross was talking about him, Viglar was expressionless, flipping through the thick stack of archive documents in front of him.

The official appointment letter of Tulum Port City Hall and the following administrative agencies, the new member appointment letter of Tulum Port City Council, and Tulum Ports corresponding civil organizations, such as Silk Association, Tea Association, Wine The approval documents of the new presidents and directors of groups such as the Federation of Industries, etc., these important documents related to the future power structure of Tulum Port, are all in this thick stack of archive documents.

Viglar said nothing, flipping through the documents before him.

All the archives are stamped with the official seal of the Governor of the Southern Special Zone of the Empire and the private seal of the Duke of Ross.

The Duke of Ross moved towards Hesse slightly smiled.

These appointments are the works of the Duke of Hesse and Ross who worked overtime to drive them out. Once these official positions are implemented, the division of power and interests of the entire Port of Tulum will be initially completed. Hessen and Ross The duke will pick the most plump fruit.

But if Viglar cuts in...

The Duke of Rose cant withstand the pressure of Viglar. After all, even the Duke of Rose himself is under the supervision of Viglar. Under authority.

Viglar flipped through the documents faster and faster. At the end, he gently threw the thick file in front of him, coldly said: "Before, the Port of Tulum was set up by a committee of seven. Governance, I think seven people are more appropriate, balanced and stable. Here, there are only four?"

Hesse leaned to Viglar to give a salute.

The Duke of Ross said with a slight smile: "In the original committee of seven, in addition to the Vito family, three families will remain in place."

Viglar looked deeply. He glanced at Hessian, and then slowly nodded: "Then, I agree to these appointments. Dantes, affix the official seal of the Ombudsman... The port of Tulum must continue to be stable and prosperous."