Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar September 26th, 1379, in the afternoon, near dusk.

Joe rode an icefield dragon horse, triumphantly marching at the forefront of the team, and returned to Tulum with a long team.

The port of Tulum was once again empty. Countless people stood on both sides of the road leading to the police station. Countless people clapped, stomped, exclaimed, and even more daring girls wrapped their handkerchiefs with petals and fruits, and hit Joe from the side of the road. .

The handkerchief spread out, and the petals and fruits fell on Joe's body and Ryoma's body.

Qiao smiled and waved to the girls with flushed cheeks, while the icefield dragon horse under the seat snorted a few impatiently.

Hessian was able to take advantage of the fire.

Icefield Ryoma...This is the control product of the Lucia Empire, and it is never sold.

But this time Princess Lovna caused great trouble and hit her head. In the border barracks, Hesse grabbed Barbaria and didn’t know what to say. This icefield dragon horse became Joe’s mount. !

Strong muscles and bones, great strength, long endurance, good at long distance running, short sprint is also very powerful.

Joe was very satisfied with this big guy with head and shoulders nearly seven feet tall. He finally had a mount that could carry him fast.

"It's just, **** Lucia!" Joe lightly patted the neck of this silver-white horse, named "Xiaobai" by him, and greeted Barbaria's mother a little bit sadly.

Xiaobai was a stallion, but before it was shipped to Tulum Port, it was shot off.

In other words, Xiao Bai could not be a breeder, which made Joe very unhappy.

"Speed ​​up, drag it down, it's going to get dark." Unhappy Joe beckoned behind him, and the long motorcade behind him speeded up. The policemen escorting horses on both sides of the motorcade began to trot with their mounts. , The sound of horseshoes rang out.

In a special four-wheeled wagon with steel plates inside, Hinevey and Marcos were **** by the big five flowers and confined to the seat.

In a carriage with the same configuration behind them, Sorens and his deputy commander, the White Shark, were also tied firmly and lying motionless on the seat.

Behind, on the long open-top four-wheel truck, one by one, blood-covered pirates, piled up randomly with a large number of pirate bodies.

The citizens of Tulum Harbor on the roadside were exclaiming, pointing at these pirates who looked fierce and evil, and knew that they were not good people.

"Bloodsail Pirates... actually is the Bloodsail Pirates!"

"This is a bunch of wicked bastards!"

"Master Qiao is really amazing, he actually killed the Bloodsail Pirates!"

There are many maritime merchants in the Port of Tulum, and of course they are very familiar with the large and small pirate groups on the stormy ocean. The Bloodsail Pirate Group is undoubtedly the most infamous and notorious one of the pirate groups of the size of the storm ocean.

When they learned that these pirates were the backbone of the bloodsail pirate group, after being wiped out by Joe, countless people cheered in unison, waving their arms together, their faces flushed with excitement.

Joe patted Xiaobai and slowed it down a bit. After he waited until the prison wagon where Hineway and Marcos were in catch up, he bent over to the window and turned towards Henny who was leaning on the seat of the car. Wei smiled: "Dear Miss Hainiwei, if the citizens of Tulum Harbor outside knew that you actually traded with the Bloodsail Pirates...you actually traded them large-caliber naval guns!"

Joe pointed at the citizens who were enthusiastically applauding, stomping, cheering, and waving, and said with a weird smile: "What do you think you will end up?"

Henie Wei's face was earthy and she didn't say a word.

Marcos, who was also confined in his seat, was struggling frantically. He lowered his voice and roared in a low voice: "Joe Jung Witto, you are provking the Dlington family and the Harrington family by doing this! "

"You ignorant, stupid, and rude little nobleman of Tulum Harbor... our family can crush you and your ridiculous family with just one little finger!"

Marcos was like a wounded dog, grinning at Qiao, constantly spitting saliva.

"A little finger?" Joe grinned and glanced pity at Marcos, who hadn't figured out the situation until now: "Now I can crush you two directly with a little finger...His Royal Highness will do it for you. Come forward?"

Shaking his head, Qiao murmured: "I don't think he would be so stupid... So, for the sake of money, in violation of the laws of the Empire and the Continental Convention, smuggling large-caliber naval guns to a group of cruel pirates... This charge, It can only be the two of you to carry it."

"His Royal Highness is a member of the royal family, he can't collude with pirates, can he?"

The convoy came to the entrance of the police station, and two prison vehicles slowly drove into the police station compound and came to the entrance to the underground black cell.

Joe looked at the pale-faced Heniwei and Marcos, and smiled and said, "Miss Heniwei, welcome to revisit the old place... This time, you probably won’t have a chance to leave. I will do my best to let you in this life. Retire below."

"And you, Your Excellency Marcos, the great noble young master from the imperial capital, welcome you to experience the black prison style of Tulum Harbour for yourself."

"I don't know what the conditions are for the black prison in the imperial capital, but the black prison in Tulum Port... is very unique. You have enough time to slowly feel the primitive style below. Those rats, fleas, cockroaches, slugs ... It must be an extremely novel experience for you, who is delicate and expensive."

Henie Wei's body trembled violently, her lips were completely bloodless, and her eyes trembled dumbly.

Marcos swallowed hard and spit: "His Excellency Joe, we can...can solve the problem in a noble way. You can give me a condition, how about it? Among the nobles, there is no problem that cannot be solved."

"I'm not a nobleman!" Joe held the car window with both hands, and looked at Heinewei and Marcos seriously: "You dare to attack my family, you dare to count my sister...especially you, Marcos, dirty Disgusting bastard, would you dare to peep at Vema? Ah, how old is Vemma, who is like a small bean sprout, how old are you to peep at her?"

"You are dead!" Qiao said with a sullen face, and pointed towards Henie Wei and Marcos: "Keep them together with Captain Sorens and the deputy head of the White Shark... Ha ha, uh, Suo Captain Lance and Deputy White Shark were injured. We treated the captives preferentially, so let go of the shackles on them."

"And our Miss Heniway and Your Excellency Marcos, in view of the fact that Miss Heineway’s fiancé, that is, Your Excellency Marcos’s brother Hanks, once had a record of shameless escape from prison...the shackles and shackles on their bodies, Keep it!"

Billy and a group of chubby policemen rushed over. They happily opened the car door, and enthusiastically carried Heineway, Marcos, Solrance, and White Shark, and dragged them all the way into the black jail.

In the dark corridor, there was a hysterical scream from Henie Wei: "Joe Rong Witto..."

Then Billy's voice came: "Gang her mouth...give me a sock!"

Standing in front of the black jail door, Joe took out a cigar and lit it, puffing out a few puffs of smoke. He looked up at the large red clouds to the west, and muttered: "It's been a long day... now back to Lovehill? Oh, no..."

"Hibiscus, Campanulaceae, come to the Royal Bank with me, ah, my mood is suddenly so brilliant, it's amazing!"

"Oh, by the way, who is on duty in the black jail these days? Remember, I must remember that Miss Heiniwei is very dissatisfied with her bloated figure recently. She is on a diet to lose weight, understand?"

"Her roommates should share the ups and downs with her. Don't give them food and water for three days."

Joe rode Xiaobai, followed by a large group of policemen, all the way to the Royal Imperial Bank Tulum Port branch.

At the same time, another large-scale team has reached the mid-levels of Mount Saint Hild.

Frederick, Viglar, Duke of Ross, Count Chaffee, Duke of Barbaria, and Lomond, Lovna and others who caused the huge storm last night are escorted and monitored by the Imperial Army. Hurry to the mansion of Viglar in the Peak District.

It is different from the hapless Heinewei, Marcos, and the pirates of the Bloodsail Pirates.

Lomond, Lovna, and their identities are different, and the misfortunes they cause are different. They cannot be imprisoned in the black jail of the police station. At most, they are under house arrest in Viglar or the mansion of some other big man. Mid~www.ltnovel.com~ The team slowly climbed along the winding road.

Friedrich and Lucien shared a four-wheeled carriage, the windows were confined, and the craftsmanship and materials were all top-quality carriages. They were tightly stitched and no sound could be heard.

Lucien was holding a glass of champagne, taking sips.

Frederick put his elbows on his thighs, his chins in his hands, and looked at Lucien with a gloomy expression: "Hyneway and Marcos, as you said, they are two idiots... They can't do anything. Can't do anything..."

"On the line of the Bloodsail Pirates, it took our navy nearly ten years to reach a stable and tacit cooperative relationship with him... But this time... this time... ten years of hard work... ten years of hard work... Father will be angry!"

Frederick gently swayed his body from side to side, whispering restlessly.

"But your Highness, the opportunity is here, and the opportunity that belongs to us is here." Lucian put down his wine glass, his blue eyes gleaming fiercely, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Frederick suddenly raised his head to look at Lucien, his eyes widened, and he said in a low voice: "Borrowing the incident between the Ice Sea Kingdom and the Lucia Empire? Taking advantage of the chaos?"

Lucien nodded vigorously: "Yes, taking advantage of the chaos, this time, our goal is not the Rittal family, but one or two of the other six families in the seven-member committee...let our people become Patriarch, let the current Patriarch rest in peace."

After hesitating for a while, Friedrich nodded slowly: "I agree with your plan, but be careful. Well, I'm fed up with that rude fat man...especially, four hundred thousand pounds of raw power... Damn it. That's it. The person, if it’s not ours, let him become a dead person."

Lucien nodded slowly, picked up his glass, and drank it all in one go.