Book of Gods and Demons

On the third floor of the Mask Cat Club, a spacious lobby furnishings is extremely solemn and majestic.

If there are great nobles from the imperial capital of the Durham Empire, they will be surprised to find that the furnishings of this hall are almost exactly the same as the furnishings of the hall used when the Empress Margaret III of the current imperial empress ascended the throne.

In front of the huge and heavy throne, an equally huge and heavy camera stands.

The two reporters with the best photography skills of the "Tulum Port Post" carefully adjusted the camera lens and carefully put the expensive film into the camera.

A tall and thin old man with a goatee, wearing the same imperial robe as in the enthronement ceremony of Margaret III, holding a crystal ball in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand, sitting upright On the throne, he tried his best to pose exactly the same as that on the famous oil painting "Enthronement" by Margaret III.

Two elderly people who were also wearing custom-made imperial robes, both young and old, were busy on the sidelines, earnestly helping the goat-bearded old man tidy up his imperial robes, and tried his best to remove every fold on the imperial robes. The care is exactly the same as on the famous oil painting.

In the hall, there are more than a dozen other men ranging in age from forty to seventy sitting on the sidelines, chatting comfortably and waiting-they are all dressed in custom-made, fitted, and sitting The old man on the throne has exactly the same imperial robe!

This is a group of ‘rich idlers’ who are ‘notorious’ in Tulum Harbour, who are so idle.

Last month, Viglars, the Duke of Ross, and the new seven-member committee of Tulum, the new parliament, and the new city hall officials took a group photo on the steps in front of the city hall.

After being published in the newspapers, this large group photo has spread throughout the Durham Empire in just half a month, causing a wave of emulation—photos are more trendy and interesting than oil paintings, and they are more clear and clear. The accuracy is also incomparable to oil painting!

To be precise, the photo stuff has more ‘historical value’ and more ‘preservation value’.

Inspired by this, these old guys who were so idle did not know who had the idea, and immediately came up with an extremely wonderful idea-they arranged such a hall on the third floor and dressed it up as the imperial capital. The famous Great Hall of the Great Hall was exactly the same, and then everyone ordered a set of imperial robes, ready to reproduce the scene of Margaret III's enthronement!

They themselves acted as the protagonists in the enthronement ceremony and prepared to use their cameras to leave this ‘historic scene’!

If you have money, you can do things quickly.

It only took four or five days for the hall to be completely decorated, and all the custom-made imperial robes were worn on him. This group of guys have an appointment today, ready to take photos one by one here, and keep them for private collection.

A beautiful woman in a tuxedo with a nice face silently pushed open the door, walked to the side of the jewel-shaped, white and plump old man who was sitting aside chatting, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

The fat old man stayed for a while, then smiled and nodded: "Ah, funny, so funny! Brothers!"

The fat old man stretched out his left hand and shook his fingers lightly.

On the ring finger of his left hand, a huge gold ring gleams with dazzling light. On the ring side of the ring, small black diamonds are inlaid with a self-chasing and self-devouring black snake with a pattern of'∞'. The print is clearly visible.

The badge representing the mysterious organization ‘Al’ was made into a ring by this old man, and put it on his finger grandiosely.

Observe carefully, in this hall, except for the two busy photographers, everyone wears such an exaggerated and ostentatious ring on their fingers, which highlights their ‘Al members’ identity.

The old man shook his fingers triumphantly and laughed loudly: "Interesting things, you will definitely be interested...Someone will sell the personal information of Rittal’s little Tifa, huh, guess who it will be?"

More than a dozen idlers at the same time widened their eyes and looked at the fat old man.

Even the old man with goatee who was sculpting on the throne, and the two companions who helped him tidy up his royal robes, all looked over here.

The old man shook his head triumphantly: "The one who sent the message to buy this news came from the Imperial Capital, and the three provinces adjacent to Tulum Port. The group of distinguished little lords...and was going to sell this news. Yes, it is our Master Qiao!"

'Wow'!

A dozen idlers applauded at the same time, and each one stood up with excitement.

After removing the police helmet, wearing a black cloak, and wearing a dull opera mask, Joe followed a maid with a cool dress and a bunny ear headdress, and followed the stairs to the mask cat club. the third floor.

Just after he whispered to the bartender at the counter, he was taken to a dressing room. After asking his opinion, Joe chose such a concealed outfit.

While leading the way, the maid kept turning back and throwing gurgling eyes at Joe: "Sir, you are really burly and tall, Tulum Port, you are such a strong man, but it is rare."

With a faint fragrance, the maid stuffed a strong little card to Joe: "My name is Grace. I live in Coconut Lane next to Palm Tree Avenue. There is my house number on it... to you, My door is always open!"

Grace's soft little hand squeezed Joe's arm smoothly, and then let out an inexplicable laugh.

Joe's eyes widened, he looked at the small card in his hand, and smiled dryly.

This little pink card was held in his hand like a hot soldering iron, and Joe wanted to throw it far away. But seeing the Qiubo that Grace was constantly tossing over, Joe struggled and stuffed the small card into his trouser pocket.

"Ah, hahaha, Coconut Lane, that's a good place!" Joe grinned dryly.

Grace laughed ‘chi ch', and led Joe to the third floor. She introduced softly: "Dear sir, the first floor of the club is open to the public. Anyone can enter and exit at will, and consume at will."

"But all the facilities on the second floor, only annual card members and friends brought by the annual card members are eligible to enjoy...Annual card members, the annual membership fee is 100,000 gold marks, you can think about it. There is a great value service!"

"On the third floor, only life members, or some more special members, or VIPs with a certain amount of consumption, can be on the third floor. You may consider that if you recharge one million gold marks, you will automatically get a lifetime membership. qualifications."

"The service on the third floor is absolutely fantastic... don't you want to try it?"

Joe continued to laugh dryly.

On the third floor of the Mask Cat Club, there are staggered corridors, which are separated by fully enclosed private rooms of various sizes. Outside every gate that flows with gold and colorful colors, there are serious guards standing here.

In the corridor, male and female waiters with cool clothes and a variety of styles between their eyebrows roam around, just like hardworking bees, constantly sending a variety of food and wine into separate spaces.

The maid took Joe a few turns along the corridor, and when Joe was almost confused, she stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor.

A maid opened the door and brought drinks to the private room.

From the half-open door, the strong smell of cigar smoke wafted out, followed by a burst of hysterical and obscene laughter.

"Any woman has weaknesses, whether she is aristocrat or civilian, whether it is a wealthy woman or a poor woman, whether it is a pure girl or a mature woman, whether she is pure and pure, or she is charming and charming."

"Women, any woman, have weaknesses."

"No woman can't be conquered, no woman can't play-and-play, it just depends on how much you put in your mind and how much capital you spend. As long as you are attentive, as long as you are willing to cost, all women in the world can become yours. Pets become your play-things!"

A high-pitched voice yelled loudly in the room, constantly triggering a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause.

"For example, we look like Miss Tifa who looks like an iceberg~www.ltnovel.com~, she has a good background, has money in her family, and is actually a rare formal judge... Such a woman seems very difficult to succeed. Isn't it? According to the eyes of you guys, you must think that this woman is very difficult to succeed!"

"But, for me, this woman is not hard to get!"

"It's nothing more than the energy and cost invested...As long as I know her preferences, as long as I prescribe the right medicine for her weakness...Who is going to have a gamble with me? As long as I get the information I want, three months, After I get the information I need, at most three months, I can give her a cute little life in her belly!"

The maid leading the way looked at Joe gently and tenderly, and laughed softly: "Lovely sir, here we are!"

Under the dull mask, Joe grinned silently.

On that black card just now, Joe was surprised to find that someone was collecting Tifa’s preferences... He was very curious about who was collecting these things through the Al organization.

Therefore, after exhorting Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo, he pretended to be selling information and followed the maid to come here.

Sure enough, he heard these obscene words that made him give out endless anger out of thin air, and heard these obscene words that were extremely disrespectful and extremely insulting to women in the world, especially to Tifa.

After chucking a few times, Joe asked in a low voice, "It's them, offering a reward for Miss Tifa's information?"

The maid cast a wink at Joe: "The lords inside are all very distinguished guests. They... have strong financial resources... If your information is very scarce and true, the price can be negotiated."

"Yeah, the price is negotiable... Go to Yaolu Street and give my name. The price is negotiable."

Joe giggled.

Then, he kicked the half-open door to pieces.