Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar September 27th, 1379.

night.

Port of Tulum, a claustrophobic place under the Viglar mansion.

The zealous typewriter made a'chi chi' sound, and large swaths of red writing spurted out like fireworks, floating in front of Viglar, Duke Ross, and Frederick.

Margaret III's command was rude and direct, and Frederick let out an incredulous roar, and his face turned pale with a ‘huh’. He waved his hands feebly and wildly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Viglar in panic.

"Uncle Viglar... how is it possible? Is this information true?"

Viglar looked at Frederick seriously: "There is no doubt that these information are true!"

A line of cold sweat ran down on Friedrich's forehead. He waved his hands and roared, "It has nothing to do with me!"

Viglar nodded solemnly: "I believe it has nothing to do with you, Frederick, don't be nervous...As a member of the imperial royal family, you cannot betray the top secrets of the imperial family."

Taking a deep breath, Viglar squinted and stared at Friedrich firmly: "But, dear Friedrich, you are sure of the people around you, your followers, those staff, they treat you, Are you really loyal to the empire?"

Frederick opened his mouth and his body was swaying. The hair that was originally groomed and slippery, clinging to the scalp like a layer of gray tinplate, was soaked with sweat and hung in disorderly strands. On the scalp, there were a few strands of messy hair hanging down from his forehead, clinging to his face in embarrassment, sweat constantly dripping down.

"I, I..." Frederick let out an angry growl: "Simon, I'm going to kill him!"

Frederick's emotions were on the verge of collapse, his eyes were scattered, and he screamed almost hysterically.

The previous affair between Henie Wei and Marcos and the Bloodsail pirates was nothing at all. Frederick had a ten-percent certainty and would spend a small price at most to put this matter down.

But suddenly, so many deadly top secrets related to the Navy suddenly appeared.

It's as if a child was playing with fire and was caught by the elders of the family. This is at best a trivial matter of being slapped twice on the butt. But suddenly, the kid playing with fire found that a big house in his family was burning, and all the suspicion of arson was directed at the playing with fire...

Frederick panicked, he had never panicked like this in his life.

Viglar clapped his hands lightly, and several inspectors in black uniforms walked out of the door and quickly surrounded Fred.

"No, Frederick, you can't do anything now. In my mansion, there is a special room for you, and everyone around you. From now on, you can only stay in the room alone to cooperate with me. Investigation."

Viglar looked at Frederick deeply: "Give you a task, these little guys from the imperial capital next to you, all their information, their families, their elders, their relatives, social relations, they The current situation of the family, the relationship their family has abroad..."

"Everything you know, don't miss a bit, write it all out."

Frederick kept nodding his head, his whole body was soft, and his body swayed from side to side, like a rusty pendulum.

Viglar shook his head helplessly.

The two inspectors rearranged the confidential information, carefully sealed it in a file bag, and handed it to Viglar with a serious expression.

Unlike Joe, who is ignorant and ignorant, these inspectors just read the titles of these materials and they know how terrible the materials are—this is a real life-death thing. These materials lose their lives.

Among them, there must be a lot of big shots who were once shining!

Margaret III was never a soft-hearted person.

The inspectors in the claustrophobia are also madly cursing in their hearts-after they have handled these materials, their words, deeds, and all actions will be closely monitored for a long time to come.

It's okay if the information is not leaked, if there is any leak... they are all out of luck!

Even if they haven't read the details of these materials, the "suspicions" cannot be cleared away.

For these inspectors, this is also a disaster.

Who did they provoke?

How can this kind of thing disturb them?

On the fanatical typewriter, large swaths of red handwriting continued to surface.

Margaret III in the imperial capital asked: "Who discovered these materials? Tell me the details."

Viglar was silent for a while, and then he raised his voice: "Your Majesty, it is Lieutenant Joe of the Lofgang Branch of the Port of Tulum Police Station... He is at the minister's residence, can he make a statement in person?"

The Duke of Rose on the side fanned his small folding fan, sighed heavily, and muttered to himself: "This year's luck is really bad. I have been busy all day, and I feel troubled every day... Ah, Joe. ..."

In the imperial capital, in the claustrophobic hall, Margaret III raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Joe Rong Witto? Is this the name? Is it the little guy who kept getting lucky during the investigation of Zhongqiu's murder? How interesting! "

Now that Margaret III said'interesting', after half a quarter of an hour, Joe, who didn't know how much stormy waves he had caused, stood solemnly in front of the fanatical typewriter, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty the Queen. , Your loyal subject Joe Rong Witto, I would like to extend my highest respect to you!"

On the fanatical typewriter, a line of blood appeared: "Joe, tell me about this time."

Joe blinked his eyes and said loudly, "Ah, what happened is very simple, your majesty. I just brought my brothers to a big case. Brothers have worked hard. I invite them to the Mask Cat Club to drink. A cup, have some fun."

"Have some fun? Well, I can understand, young people, should have some fun, as long as they don't break the law and discipline, I can understand."

"What's next?" Margaret III asked curiously.

"Next, I heard that there is a group of noble sons from other places who are spending money to buy the personal information of my sister Tifa." Joe's face became gloomy: "I'm very curious about who played Tifa behind the scenes. Idea, I hooked up a little girl from the club and asked her to take me to meet those **** who bought information."

"Acquisition of your sister Tifa's personal information?" Margaret III asked again curiously: "Where is the masked cat club?"

"His Majesty, the Masked Cat Club, is a semi-public stronghold of the Al organization in Port Tulum." Viglar stood aside and gave the answer in place of Joe: "The initiator of this club and the current director. The council members are all members of the Al organization."

"However, as far as we know, these directors are just junior members of the Al organization. They can only be regarded as marginal figures of the Al organization." Viglar frowned: "Among them, there is the Tulum Port District Court. The former dean of Tulum, the three previous curators of the Tulum Port Library, and several local painters and writers who are a bit famous."

Viglar spread his hands out: "As you know, the Al Organization has many such semi-public marginal figures... They are proud of themselves as Al members, but they and the true core of the Al Organization are still There is a great distance!"

In the claustrophobic hall, Margaret III slowly nodded, and she muttered to herself: "A semi-public Al stronghold? Then, those shallow guys can't touch such high-end imperial secrets."

Joe glanced at Viglar and continued: "I followed the little girls in the club to Simon and their place... Then I heard them insult my sister Tifa with extremely nasty language... So, I I rushed in and beat Simon!"

Joe angrily repeated the arrogant words of Simon and a group of dudes.

In the claustrophobic hall, Margaret III's face became extremely gloomy. She turned her head back and took a deep look at the important officials behind her: "Whose child is this Simon? Young nobles of the empire? , When did you fall to this level?"

"They are so insulting and disrespectful to women... Isn't their mother a woman? Or, they think my old lady is not a woman?"

"Hamden, my prime minister, this matter, you have to make a good balance with the elders of the aristocratic house, and the minister of education. The future of the Durham Empire must not be given to a **** like Simon. UU Reading wwwww .Uukánshu.com"

"In addition, which family is Simon from? If you can say such a bastard, it can be seen that his tutor is very problematic... Have his elders hold an official position in the empire? If so, Wenzel, vigorously investigate."

The imperial prime minister Hamden, who was also in a cold sweat, bowed deeply to Margaret III, respectful and fearful, and did not dare to say one more word.

Hamden sighed in his heart, very good, very good.

With these words of Margaret III, even if Simon had nothing to do with the confidential information, he would be finished, and his elders would be finished... Hamden had a bit of an impression in his heart, this hapless child named Simon His father was a powerful official in the Imperial Ministry of Finance.

Hamden's heart twitched suddenly and violently.

Damn, if Simon really has something to do with these classified information...The Ministry of Finance is directly under Hamden's authority. If Simon's father has problems with him, Hamden will have to blame!

In the claustrophobic, Qiao talked freely.

"I beat Simon severely, and then, by his side, I searched out a large amount of information... Although I don't understand how important the information is, I still know the words'top secret'."

"So I asked the brothers to arrest Simon and the gang at the first time, and personally sent the information to the residence of Your Excellency Viglar." Joe smiled honestly: "After all, in Tulum Port, you have the right to dispose of it. The only ones with these materials are His Excellency Viglar and Duke Ross, they are all here today!"

Margaret III was silent for a while, then she exhaled heavily.

"Joe, you have saved the empire a huge loss...your feat is no less than an epic victory on the battlefield."

"I remember your feats." Margaret III said at last.