Book of Gods and Demons

The imperial capital, Hyderabad, the claustrophobic hall.

Without looking back, Margaret III stretched out a hand to Hamden who had just put away his sweat.

Hamden, who had been sitting in the position of prime minister of the empire for nearly two decades, immediately took out a small scroll from his sleeve silently, and handed it gently and skillfully into the hands of Margaret III.

Margaret III retracted his hand, gently unrolled the paper roll, and scanned the fine text on it in ten lines.

White and flexible, the white paper made of a special formula has a wax-like luster. On the square of the paper roll, there is a black Hydra sword and shield coat of arms, which is the mark of the intelligence headquarters of the Durham Empire.

On the scroll, the information of the Rittal family is recorded in detail.

From Hesse to Liya, from Golkin, Tifa, Joe to Weimar, the family's information is neatly presented on the scroll.

On the scroll, Hessian was originally a native of a remote province in the northern part of the empire. He joined the army when he was young. Due to his violent personality and ruthless methods, he illegally killed nearly a hundred prisoners who had surrendered on the battlefield. He was expelled by the army and deprived of the army. Among all the honors obtained in, includes an empire level three thorns meritorious medal.

Because he was expelled for violating military regulations, the most basic retirement allowance of the Hessian Company and the subsequent living allowances for veterans that continued to be issued were all cancelled. After returning home with empty pockets, Hessian had no livelihood, so he dragged his family to the port of Tulum to make a living.

On the way to Tulum Harbour, Hessian seemed to have an affair with some bandit groups, and some of the old family members around him seemed a bit unclean.

With the help of the old family members, a group of daring, cruel and cruel killing embryos barely lay a small foundation in Tulum Port.

In the first few years, in the face of the powerful indigenous forces in Tulum Port, the Rittal family had a foothold, but it was only a foothold.

Ten years ago, the Duke of Ross’ husband and two underage sons were assassinated, and Jiasijia Island was shaken. The people of Jiaxijia Island colluded with the indigenous family of Tulum in a plot to overthrow the empire in Tulum and Jiaxijia. rule.

Hessian made a desperate move and assisted the Duke of Ross in exploring the movements of the large indigenous families in Port Tulum, and even linked some small families on the island of Cassica, and made a clear look at the action plan of the people of Cassica.

The Duke of Rose took advantage of the situation, and a crazy massacre almost flattened the thorns among the people of Jiasijia Island, scaring the large indigenous families in Tulum Port into fear and becoming sheep.

Hessian’s adventures were rewarded with generous rewards. Since then, the Rittal family has been protected by the Duke of Ross, and the Rittal family symbolically collects half of the net profit of the Rittal family every year. And the Rose Chamber of Commerce of the Rittal family, under the strong protection of Duke Ross, swelled like a monster.

Under the sponsorship of the Duke of Ross, Hesse donated a large amount of condolence money to the Garrison garrison, so that he was successfully promoted to the nobility class with money. He got a "Rong" in his name, and his title was equivalent to the baron of the Empire.

Ten years of development, especially after the Zhongqiu murder, the Rittal family is already the first family in Tulum Port.

"This Hessian is a bit interesting." Margaret III slowly nodded: "Emperor's birth? Very good... Such a person, even if his personality is a bit flawed, is safe to use, it is more stinky and dirty. The island monkey with the smell of sheep is so much better."

"Well, Liya? Ordinary housewife? However, I have repeatedly called on my bestie family to donate and donate goods and condolences to the Tulum Port Garrison?"

"Very well, this Liya is much better than her husband."

"Golkin... is fighting on the front line of the Lan Yin corridor? He is already an imperial lieutenant colonel? Already taking the Swamp Sabertooth Wolf Potion? It's a pity... No, with the Vol's chapter, maybe this is his opportunity. "

"Tifa...Ah, nice little girl, I like such a little girl. A genius girl with a super IQ? Hey, I have the style of my youth... Well, the youngest trainee judge in the empire? Count this. Time, isn’t she an official judge now? Very good, the Minister of Justice, focus on this little girl, who is a talent, so she must dare to be promoted and promoted in an exceptional way!"

Among the empire's important officials, an old man with a serious face slowly nodded and said nothing, but deeply remembered the name of Tifa, the eldest daughter of the Tulum Port Vito family.

"Joe... Lucky guy, in the investigation of Zhongqiu's **** case, he has made many credits? I think it was good luck, but it was really good for the little guy to survive the street shelling? Mata, my dear, want to say Luck, he is only a little bit worse than you."

Mata XIII smiled in a reserved and a little embarrassing way, and rolled his eyes a little helplessly.

"However, this Joe's IQ... When he was seven years old, his IQ test scored only 49 points? Ah, isn't this a mentally retarded?" Margaret III sneered softly: "Such an IQ can become Tulun Representative of outstanding graduates of the Hong Kong School of Justice?"

Among the most important ministers, several ministers lowered their heads, and another layer of cold sweat oozes from the back of their necks.

"There is no doubt that there is something illegal in this...but, in terms of his contribution to the empire...oh no, hell, why should I cheat for a mentally retarded fat man?"

"Written to the Dean of the Tulum Port School of Justice, only this time, not as an example." Margaret III murmured: "It's just that he dared to clash with the cudgel of St. Hild's Cathedral on the street?"

"Well, mentally handicapped children are hard-hearted. The gods have set an example. Such children don't have to worry about it. They are more loyal and reliable..."

"Ross and Viglar sponsored at the same time and awarded him the first-level thorns medal of the empire?"

"Ross may be foolish, but Viglar, this little guy, he is very dedicated and reliable."

"So, this little fat man's feats should be real." Margaret III raised her head and glanced at Conrad standing at the desk: "Conrad, my dear, this little guy got Won the first-level thorns merit medal, what do you think?"

Conrad's face went dark-Joe was able to get the first-class Thorns Merit Medal, the main credit, wasn't he recaptured the navy survey data?

Joe stepped on the head of the entire navy, enough for the medal.

Conrad gritted his teeth with a sullen face and said nothing. He didn't want to answer this nasty question from his grandmother.

Salian on the side smiled and said: "Your Majesty, as you said, Viglar is dutiful and reliable. This little guy named Joe, his performance in this Zhongqiu murder investigation is worthy of this first-class thorns medal. ."

Margaret III smiled slightly, she handed her right hand back, and Hamm took a step forward and retracted the paper roll.

Margaret III whispered softly: "The last Vima, the little girl doesn't need much attention... Hamden, now the Rittal family is in the actual sense of Tulum Port... the family of leaders. So, At least in name, the empire has truly and thoroughly mastered the Port of Tulum."

He exhaled heavily: "Hamden, inform the aristocratic house to promote Hesse with new medals and ribbons. Well, because of his merits, and his current status and influence, Earl of the Empire? Me? I think it's okay."

Hamden bowed silently.

"Then, increase the focus on the Rittal family. I hope that the Rittal family can always be loyal and dedicated to the empire."

When Margaret III reviewed the information on the scroll, and at the same time commented and issued orders, the fanatical typewriter had been tapped frantically, and lines of blood-colored handwriting continued to emerge from above it, quietly floating. in the air.

Margaret III squinted her eyes, her hands behind her back, and quietly watched the **** handwriting that kept popping up.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting. Mata, my dear, are you lucky or bad for this little guy? The **** in Zhong Qiu's murder were actually hit by him."

Mata XIII smiled, and then he thought for a while, and smiled unhurriedly and said: "Luck is also part of strength. If his future luck can be as good as this, then it is worth training."

Margaret III turned her head and rolled her eyes at Mata XIII.

Margaret III, who is over ninety years old, now inexplicably reveals the amorous feelings of a girl.

King Mata XIII laughed a few times, tiptoed, and almost blew the whistle.

Inside the claustrophobia~www.ltnovel.com~ Joe stood tall at the old and tattered desk, facing the weird typewriter, and "snapped" from what he saw at the beginning of the investigation of Zhongqiu's murder. Wen, all personal experiences, except those related to'Crimson' and'La Place', are all repeated in detail.

Of course, Joe is not a broad-minded Virgin, and he has to add some oil and jealousy in his statement.

"Therefore, your honorable Majesty, the abuse of power by the Marquis of Seac, the wanton plundering and occupying of private industries are undoubtedly shameless and despicable, and it is not in line with the identity and decency of the nobility."

"Especially, he attacked me heavily in front of so many people. I can even suspect that he has ulterior ties with some of the parties responsible for Zhong Qiu's murder."

Seak's face was twisted, and he raised his head angrily, staring at Joe with triangular eyes almost round.

When Seak made a statement just now, Margaret III did not reply, not a word of reply... the more so, the more shocked Seak was.

He has served for the empire for decades. He knows the strength and dominance of Margaret III and the horror of this old grandmother.

Margaret III made no reply to his statement. It was like an invisible knife hanging above his head, which could fall at any time and cut him off.

Seak's heart was already overwhelmed, anxious and suffering to the extreme.

Joe is still adding fuel and vinegar here, and there are countless fierce thoughts flashing through Seak's heart, which are precisely connected with some of his bad thoughts last night.

On the typewriter, a line of **** handwriting floated out: "Is that right? The old lady is a little angry... **** fat guy, go on, how did you get rid of that... that **** godhead?"