Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar August 23rd, 1379.

On the soft big bed, with his feet on the pillows, Joe with his head on the end of the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

After a drunk last night, under the siege of Chief Stein, Major General Doron, and a group of officers and police officers, Joe, who had been drinking so much since he was a child, finally got down.

"How did I come back?" Joe rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, and got up from the bed with difficulty and cautiousness.

"A group of men sent you back..." Laplacian's shrill voice sounded in his mind: "Congratulations, Blush. From a small, unknown character, you finally have a little bit of something you can handle. Grades."

Without waiting for Joe to speak, Laplace continued yelling, "Congratulations on becoming the head of the Lovegang branch, congratulations on being promoted. But when will you get rich? Oh, oh, I can’t wait for the accumulation of knowledge here !"

"Can't wait? You can give me some useful knowledge first." Joe immediately followed Laplace's words.

"No money, no talk, even if you are blushing?" Laplace "chuckled" and laughed a few times: "However, I am looking forward to our future transactions...Lofgang town, that's a good place. ."

Laplace disappeared and stopped speaking.

Joe opened the curtains of the bedroom and was surprised to find that it was pitch black outside. He woke up too early-after opening up the sea of ​​power and possessing enough power, his physique was strengthened, even if he was drunk last night. Just slept for two or three hours before waking up.

Joe looked back at the familiar bedroom. The three large bottles that the Grimace shopkeeper gave him yesterday are now upright on the small table next to the bed.

Looking at the three wine bottles, Joe looked at the sky outside the window again. He poured a cup of potion in one sip, then curled up on the ground, his body in a weird twisted posture, his breathing became heavy and long.

In "The Basic Breathing Method of the Imperial Army", there are dynamic power and static power, and the proportion of static power is larger and more complicated.

Qiao's bloated body is like a flexible silkworm, slowly twisting and coiling on the carpet full of debris, every time he breathes, there is a sound of wind in the room, and soon there will be hot sweat on his body Flowing down.

The potion prepared by Grimace Shopkeeper based on the new prescription is more than ten times more effective than the one purchased by Hessian, which is more than ten times more effective than the power potion per one hundred gold mark.

The medicine is stronger, with very few impurities, and it is easily absorbed by the sea of ​​constant contraction and expansion.

By the time it dawned outside the window, Joe had unconsciously drank fifteen cups of the new potion. In terms of the amount of the potion alone, it was about the equivalent of thirty old-fashioned power potions.

The crimson light curtain lit up just in time.

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Energy level: sea of ​​strength (normal state: 7.223%) (perfect state: 0.358%) (physical strength: 257,000 pounds)

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"Hey, Laplace!" Joe was taken aback by the change in his level.

In just a few days, how could his cultivation progress and his strength have increased so much?

If I remember correctly, Joe remembers that his previous energy level attributes were:

Sea of ​​strength (normal state: 2.436%) (perfect state: 0.138%) (physical strength: one hundred and eight thousand pounds)

Laplahi's lazy voice sounded: "As Crimson, whether you are beaten or beaten, if your strength hasn't been improved, are you worthy of the name'Crimson'?"

"In the past few days, how many battles have you experienced, and how many killings have you seen?" Laplace said slowly: "I have a free suggestion. If you kill everyone in the police station, Your sea of ​​strength is very likely to complete all the cultivation in a normal state!"

Qiao snorted expressionlessly: "Shut up... Then, how much has been improved in my practice just now?"

Qiao wanted to know how much his cultivation progress and strength had improved after he drank fifteen cups of new potions just now.

"Ah, sorry, it's not free." Laplace said slowly, "Do you want to compare the data before and after this practice? It's not free... Well, before the practice, You did not check your own data, this is your personal error..."

"It is not appropriate to transfer the loss caused by your personal mistakes to me." Laplace sighed softly, "However, this is not too important for knowledge. Come on, one hundred gold marks, I will give you the most detailed comparison data, how about it?"

Joe was silent for a while, then sneered, raised his head high, and walked into the bathroom in sweat.

"Laplace, I won't let you earn more money on me even if a copper fountain Su!" Joe was washing his body vigorously, while laughing loudly: "These potions, hand over to Liya, She will find someone to test its effectiveness. Next, I will just wait for the gold coins to flow over like flowing water..."

"Uncle Qiao, he will become a rich man! A rich man who makes Golkin's envious drool!" Joe sang a weird little song aloud: "Although I don't know how to spend these gold coins, there are The feeling of money is really great!"

"I have the design drawings of the heavy-duty rifled cannon and the full set of processing technology here. The technology is ahead of the Medland mainland for forty years...Take advantage of one million gold marks, do you really want to do it?" Laplace's soft voice sounded faintly. .

"How about the technology of the new continuous-fire rifle?"

"How about the technology of the new armored battleship?"

"Or, the drawing of the powerful forbidden gun used by the assassin who killed Zahir?"

"Aha, if these are not tempting, then, respected Uncle Joe, the formula of the Elixir of Immortality, don't you really think about it?"

"For Crimson, the elixir of life is meaningless. But your father, your mother, your brother, your sister, your sister..."

"Dear Crimson, you just said, you won't let me earn more than a copper fountain?" Laplace said leisurely: "I think this is not very rigorous logically, what do you think? "

After taking a bath, Qiao walked out of the bathroom with a gloomy face, and did not call the maid, so he dressed himself.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the cloakroom, Qiao sighed heavily: "But, my dear Laplacian, what's the use of you asking for money?"

Laplace’s answer was very quick: "A sense of satisfaction, right? Yes, it’s a sense of satisfaction. Dear Crimson, maybe I am a legendary dragon. I like to lie on the golden mountain to sleep, which makes me Feeling satisfied, that's it."

Joe rolled his eyes, took a baton on the shelf and hung it around his waist, and strode out of his room.

In the small restaurant on the first floor, Hessian was already sitting at the table, squinting at the "Port of Tulum Post" with the scent of ink in his hand, holding a large jug of milk in his right hand, and taking it to his mouth from time to time. A bite.

Joe sat across from Hessian, picked up the knife, ‘Kakaka’ cut three big sausages and placed them on the plate in front of him.

After eating two bites, Tifa looked blank, and drifted into the restaurant silently under his feet with a dull hair that stood up like a reed.

As usual, Liya was biting a few hairpins in her mouth, holding a comb in her right hand, and silently following Tifa at her feet, following her step by step, helping her comb her long hair all the way.

Tifa sat down beside Joe, stretched out his hand blankly, grabbed the sausage from Joe's plate, and took a big bite.

Joe looked at Tifa, sighed, and stood up, busy cutting off pieces of barbecue, sausages, and forks of bacon and fried eggs, constantly placing them in front of Tifa.

In just a few minutes, Tifa easily solved enough food for ten sturdy guys.

Joe handed a cup of hot coffee to Tifa, and a sip of fragrant coffee was poured into her belly. Tifa's dull eyes finally moved. She looked at Joe, then at Hessian, and laughed ‘hehehe’.

"Father, early; Joe, early... Ah, Joe, I heard that you got the first-class thorns merit medal? Great Mu, Gorkin's eyes are red with jealousy. You wait, wait for him to come back to visit relatives, he I will definitely beat you up!"

Tifa smiled so that his eyes narrowed into a line: "Moutest, benevolent, first-class thorns medal, Gorkin is already a lieutenant colonel, he has no hope in his life, he will definitely beat him hard. You'll have it, Joe!"

Hessen laughed "hehehe" a few times. He dropped the newspaper in his hand. On the headline of the newspaper, there was a huge group photo. It was yesterday noon on the steps of the city hall. The port of Tulum was freshly released. A group photo of officials and parliamentarians.

"Tifa, don't envy Joe, you are about to end your internship and become an official imperial judge." Hessen picked up a half-foot-thick portfolio from the seat beside him, and threw it at him with a bang. In front of Tifa.

"The next month ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Tulum Port District Court will be very busy, and all the judges will be very busy."

"Here is the evidence of a part of the Welsh family's direct descendants. You will be the trial judge to determine the crimes of these guys and determine their punishment." Hessian patted the thick file bag hard and looked at it seriously. Tifa: "My dear, it was so easy for me to give you this little rookie and win this opportunity!"

"This is destined to be a big trial that has attracted the attention of the smaller half of the empire." Hessen said solemnly, "Behave well!"

Tifa’s eyes were bloodshot for an instant, and then her face and neck turned red at a terrifying speed. She slammed out the small magic mallet hanging from her waist and waved it forcefully in the air. There was a terrifying'huhu' breaking through the air.

"I will send them all to the gallows... Family Wells, there is not a single innocent person!"

"I knew it was like this!" Joe turned his head and murmured to Liya secretly.

"But Tifa doesn't make sense?" Liya slapped Joe's arm vigorously, let him sit on the seat, picked up the comb, and took care of the messy hair on his head that had just been washed. .

"Tifa makes sense. Those guys from the Wells family should all go to the gallows!"

Weima rushed into the restaurant like a clever little bird. She happily and happily rushed towards Joe: "Joe, when did you come back? It's been a long time since I saw you... I heard that you were on your body. Have a lot of holes? Take off your clothes and let me see!"

Weima rushed forward, and then she tripped over a chair leg and fell into the fruit basket by the dining table.

In the small restaurant of Rittal’s house, there was a lot of people’s happy laughter and Weimar’s faint crying.