Book of Gods and Demons

Tulum Port Police Station, the first floor of the underground black cell.

The circular hall, which can be fifty feet in diameter, is surrounded by prison doors, filled with the most important clansmen of the six top big families in the original seven-member committee of Tulum Port.

Among them are Mordell Jung Wells, who used to call the wind and rain in Tulum Harbour, who was almost omnipotent.

Mordel's complexion was poor.

The dry little old man never stopped the arrogance of Hessian bargaining with him on the stairs of the city hall a few days ago.

His cheeks were sunken, his eye bags swelled high under his eyelids, his messy hair hung on his head wet, his clothes were dirty, and several places were torn out.

He was standing behind a prison door, his hands firmly holding the fine steel fence of the arm, his small head almost squeezed out of the gap in the fence, his eyes spitting fire at those standing in the hall.

"You traitors, you shameless traitors, just wait for the **** revenge from Jiasijia!"

Mordel suddenly screamed hoarse, his hands vigorously shook the firm prison door in front of him, the back of his hand was bulging with green veins, and his fingers squeezed the fence made of steel to creak.

"Ross, you **** devil, our brothers can kill your grandfather, your father, your husband, your son...our brothers, they will definitely be able to kill Damn you!"

"And you, the Haydn family, the Duolun family, the Kaban family, you traitors, you have betrayed Jiaxijia, you have betrayed Tulum, you have betrayed our former covenant, you will all die... Our brothers, I will not let you go!"

After shaking vigorously for a few times, Model began to gasp loudly, his body buckled, and the sound of tendons and joints rubbing continuously came out of his body. The unbearable pain hit, and Model slumped to the ground feebly.

Several senior leaders of the Wells family hurriedly leaned over, carefully supported Mordel, and placed him on a large rock in the cell.

The bluish-white flame of the gas lamp lit up the whole hall.

In the middle of the hall, beside a round table with a diameter of ten feet, Duke Ross is standing in the north in a blood-colored dress with a smile on his face. She fanned the small folding fan with a smile, as if she hadn't heard Mordel's crazy clamor.

By her side, there are four members of the seven-member committee, Hesse, Butcher, Geiger, and Victoria.

Opposite them, to the south of the round table, stood Dada Jon Haydn, Charon Jon Kaban, and Peterfan Jon Doron.

They used to be members of a committee of seven.

In the future, they will continue to be part of the seven-member committee. They, and the family behind them, can still beat the wind and rain in Tulum Harbor, and can still enjoy the glory and wealth.

It's just that, in the past, Mordel Jung Wells was their leader, and in the future, their leader will become the Hessian master of the Rittal family.

A tall, handsome young man with gray hair and green eyes, dressed neatly and neatly dressed in a double-breasted black suit with a large lapel, stood directly east of the round table. He glanced sideways at Mo who was standing behind the cell door and shouting. Del, a slight tick at the corner of his mouth, then put a huge leather briefcase on the round table.

"I, Sean von Master, the third-class secretary of the Supervisory Office of the Imperial Southern Special Administrative Region, on behalf of the inspector-general of Marquis Viglar von Sindenberg, and hereby, I am the new seven-member committee of Tulum Port. Was born, notarized."

Shaun, a young man with gray hair and green eyes, took out a small key, unlocked the padlock on the briefcase, and then took out a thick stack of documents.

He handed the document to the Duke of Ross, "Please have a look."

The Duke of Ross pushed the document to Hesse. "I believe the work of the Ombudsman is meticulous and reliable, Hesse?"

Hessen was not so polite. He grabbed the document in front of him, squinted his eyes, and flipped through it quickly. His eyes were shining with pale golden light, and a powerful wave rippled, and dozens of gas lamps hung on the wall of the hall, and the bluish-white lights shook slightly.

A palpitating pressure rippled through the hall.

Inside the cell, the senior members of the original six families, no matter whether they were strong or weak, felt a terrifying aura belonging to top predators spreading wantonly.

Many people were shocked by this inexplicable pressure and their skins turned pale. They shivered and backed away until their backs were pressed against the hard and cold walls of the cell, and they felt a little sense of insignificant security.

A little golden light flickered in Hessian's pupils, and he flipped through these documents extremely fast. Sheets of white, stiff papers with dark gray Hydra article watermarks inside were flipped quickly under his fingers.

In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred thick documents were reviewed by Hessian.

He nodded with satisfaction, "The work of the Supervision Office is indeed meticulous and reliable."

He put the documents on the round table, and then pushed several documents in front of Dada, Charon, and Peterfan.

"Everyone is old friends, so there is no need to pretend. After signing these documents, everyone will be good brothers. Everyone, you can continue to make money together, drink together, and play cards together!"

Dada Jon Haydn turned over the thick documents in front of him, and he sighed heavily, "Ah, it's wonderful. So, as a taint witness, I exposed the Wells family, the Turing family, The Cecil family has a series of crimes against law and discipline?"

Mordel lay on the icy damp stone slab, and he yelled with all his strength, "The idiots of the Haydn family shouldn't trust you, you shameless traitors...traitors...traitors!"

"Shameless?" Dada Jong Haydn shrugged, grabbed the pen, and swiftly signed his name on the documents in front of him. "In the face of family interests, in front of the survival of the family, shameless? In my dictionary, The word'shameless' does not exist!"

Signed, ten fingers were soaked in red inkpad, and they pressed their own fingerprints on each document one by one.

Then Dada untied a gold chain from his neck, and hung on the gold chain, representing the identity of the head of the Haydn family. The thumb-sized black stone seal was stained with red ink and stamped the documents one by one. Imprint.

"Your Excellency Hessian, please take care of me in the future. I believe that under your leadership, the Port of Tulum will be more prosperous and prosperous!"

Dada smiled. He walked around the round table and came to Hessen and the others. He bowed solemnly to the Duke of Ross, then wiped his hands on his clothes vigorously, palms facing up, and his hands stretched towards the black. Sen.

The indigenous people of Jiaxijia have a tradition of murder and revenge. When they meet, they actively show their hands with their palms facing up. This represents the greatest trust in their friends. It also shows that they have no weapons in their hands and that they have full goodwill. Come.

Hessian smiled, and he stretched out his hands with the same palms up, and then flipped his palms and patted Dada's palms, "From now on, everyone will be your real family. Long live the empire, long live the port of Tulum!"

Dada was the first to sign these documents.

Charon and Peter Fan looked at each other. Like Dada, they did not hesitate to sign all the documents quickly.

Then they walked around the round table, bowed to Duke Ross, and shook hands with Hessian warmly.

"Then, my task is completed. In the name of the Ombudsman, I certify that the three Excellencies, Dada Jon Haydn, Charon Jon Caban, and Peterfan Jon Duolun, you strictly abide by the laws of the Empire. , You are completely loyal to the empire and your majesty the queen, and you take the initiative to expose and report a series of crimes committed by the Wells family, the Turing family, and the Cecil family."

"You have upheld the laws of the empire, you have guarded the justice of the empire, and you have eradicated the malignant tumor for Tulum Port... And because of your consistent good performance and all the members of your family, congratulations, you are still the seven of Tulum Port. A member of the committee."

"I hope you can work together to build Tulum Port better and make greater contributions to the empire."

Xiao En smiled, and he pointed to the documents on the round table. "Then, in triplicate, I will take one from here, and I need one on file at the Supervision Office."

"It's a matter of course." The Duke of Ross laughed with a smile "Well, welcome to Port Tulum... You will find that this is a wonderful place."

Xiao En smiled and nodded. He counted carefully, put away a part of the documents on the round table and put it into a briefcase. After saying goodbye to Duke Rose, he walked briskly out of the suffocating black prison.

"Very well, then, as long as the three brothers, and a part of the three tribesmen, testify in court, we can send them to the gallows." After Sean left, Hessen took out his cigar. It was distributed to everyone present.

Except for the Duke of Ross and the old lady of Victoria, the Committee of Seven had a cigar in hand, and began to spit out the clouds and mist in comfort.

"Then, I'll leave first." Duke Ross flapped his small folding fan briskly. "I will also take a copy of these documents. Three respected lords, I hope you can better rule Jiasijia for the empire in the future. Make due contributions."

Dada, Charon, and Peter Fan bowed to the Duke of Rose again.

They knew that during the drastic changes in Port Tulum, their place in the Committee of Seven could be retained, so that they are the indigenous people of Jiaxijia Island. Their existence can better appease the indigenous people and allow the empire to rule the indigenous people more smoothly. .

They signed those documents...and they officially set foot on the chariot of the empire.

They can no longer be the same as in the past ~www.ltnovel.com~ Helping relatives in the mountains of Jiasijia Island, constantly attacking the Imperial Army...On the contrary, they must cooperate with Duke Ross to appease those relatives in the mountains and appease They, seduced them, and finally... calmed them down.

"Your Excellency Charon, don't worry too." Duke Ross turned to Charon Jon Caban. "Although some of your clansmen have done stupid things, I have already explained it clearly for you at the Golden Oak Church... It's not a heresy, so you can rest assured."

"Fuder's confession is here...As long as the Kaban family serves the empire with all their heart, the Kaban family must not be a heresy." Duke Ross smiled with a smile, surrounded by a group of female guards. Leaving the black jail.

Hessen slapped the extremely pale old man Charon with a sigh of face. He waved the big cigar in his hand and smiled and said, "Very well, sir, now I need your help."

"Lofgang, I hope everyone will cooperate... I only have a son like Joe. If he is unhappy in Lovegang, I believe that many people will be unhappy, won't they?"

Several old people from the Rittal family walked up, put away the last document on the round table, and put it in a huge briefcase.