Book of Gods and Demons

With impaired self-esteem, Joe left the small restaurant angrily.

"The Chronicles of the Empire" in elementary education is very good. Joe made up his mind that he would look through this book when he was free and in the mood.

But now...it's getting late, and the meal is bigger than the sky, and Joe in a bad mood is going to eat at the most expensive restaurant in Ruhr City.

Rich, so Joe must look for the most expensive, not the ‘best’ restaurant.

As for the arrest of the Marquis of Seac, Joe was going to think again. Anyway, he has explained everything to Little Caesar and Lieutenant General Otto, and the task assigned to him by the Queen has been completed.

Holding Salian's letter of order, he has unlimited power in Ruhr City. He wants to leave halfway to eat. No one can do anything about him, and no one can stop him.

Little Caesar and Lieutenant General Otto really have no choice but to take Joe.

They could only smile bitterly, and ordered the royal knights and the army brought by Lieutenant General Otto to gather all the people in the Ruhr City that were enlisted, such as the Ruhr City Supervisory Office, and closely monitor them stand up.

They don't doubt the loyalty of these people to the empire... but what if their loyalty to the Butcher family exceeds their loyalty to the empire? So, let's focus on it, so as not to let the wind leak.

Looking at the back of Joe leading the people away, little Caesar couldn't help complaining to Lieutenant General Otto: "This Lord Joe Jong Witto, can really cause us trouble... Is the Marquis of Seaac alive? He is hiding in the cloth. Cherbourg?"

Little Caesar curled his mouth, spread his hands, and made a grimace: "Well, if all of this is true, the old grandmother will go crazy... Many people will be unlucky, I can imagine that scene."

Lieutenant General Otto looked at Little Caesar very seriously.

Regarding the noble imperial empress, when chatting in private, she referred to it as the "old grandmother"... This is a small hobby of the imperial aristocratic circle. In recent years, Lieutenant General Otto has been away from the imperial aristocratic circle and is very unaccustomed to this. .

He shook his head and said faintly: "I believe Joe, this little guy..."

The index finger of his right hand clicked towards his temple, and Lieutenant General Otto lowered his voice: "He had a serious illness when he was a child, and his brain was a little burnt out, which is not very useful...Because of this, he has a muscle, he Will not fool people."

Standing on tiptoe, shaking his body gently up and down, Lieutenant General Otto said with emotion: "When he was in Tulum, he said he would break someone's head. Within three days, he would give up his life and would also break the other person's. Head... the word must be done, this little guy will not fool people."

Little Caesar's face twitched.

Police Academy Mark's face on the side twitched, and he muttered in a low voice, "I was ordered to be Officer Joe's guide!"

Little Caesar coughed heavily, and he smiled and pointed to the Mark Police Academy: "Now he is going to eat and does not need your guide... I hope you can understand that it is more suitable for you to stay here than to stay by his side. Much."

Little Caesar said straightforwardly: "At least, if you stay here and there is something wrong with Fort Bucher, you won't be too suspicious, right? How much trouble has been saved!"

Police Academy Mark rolled his eyes, and he smiled bitterly: "The great Mu is here...I feel that Officer Joe is the biggest trouble."

Little Caesar shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't think I heard this sentence... Well, I'm going to kiss a **** frog, and then apply for reinforcements from your Majesty... Kind Muteste, we're going to Ruhr City against the Butcher family? This is crazy!"

It was completely dark, and the streets and alleys of Ruhr were illuminated by the dim light of old-fashioned gas lamps.

The thick clouds in the sky were bright red by the fire from the factories on the ground, and the powerful roar of various steam machines, like the croak of monsters, continued from all directions.

The burly Carben Jon Bucher was sitting in an open carriage with his hands on his chest, his ferocious, cold eyes slowly sweeping across the carriages, horses, and people on the street.

Where the carriage with the badge of the Butcher family passed on the door, the carriage stopped where it was, the rider stopped the mount, and the pedestrians on the street stopped one after another. Everyone paid their respects to Carbon in their own way.

This is a tradition.

As one of the earliest developers and builders of the Ruhr City, the Butcher family, his paternal ancestors, will receive such courtesy and respect in the Ruhr City. This is a matter of course.

The unsmiling Carben watched the actions of the carriages and pedestrians on the street with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with the performance of these people as always. This made him feel the power he possessed in a down-to-earth manner, which made him truly feel the power of the Butcher family.

This feeling is very good.

Of course, if the check just handed to a certain fat man can fly back to his pocket, then his mood will be even better.

The richer, the more stingy.

Kaben felt a slight pain when he thought of the check he had just handed out.

But what can be done?

The youngest son he loved the most, but the most ineffective, actually participated in the kind of indiscriminate gathering... and he also participated in it. It was nothing more than the indulgence and corruption of young men and women, but he was arrested by the Holy Inquisition of the Ruhr Cathedral. People caught a current!

The great Mu Zaishang, His Excellency Hoffman, Bishop of the Ruhr Cathedral, he likes money!

Well, the problem that money can solve is not a problem... But when he sent so much money out at once, Kaben hurts, so he was in a bad mood. So on weekdays, I habitually maintain a card with a dead face. Today, my face is even more stiff, and the whole body exudes a suffocating chill.

However, no matter how bad the mood is, the family tradition will always last.

Surrounded by a team of escorts, the open-top carriage came to the ‘Tomahawk Restaurant’ on the side of the square of the Old Town Hall in Ruhr.

This restaurant opened with the birth of Ruhr City and has a history of hundreds of years. The bricks, tiles, tables and chairs in the restaurant are all antiques; every plate and plate in it is a microcosm of history .

The taste of the Tomahawk restaurant may not be the best in Ruhr.

But the price of Tomahawk restaurants is definitely the most expensive in Ruhr.

The typical soup in it is enough for ordinary people to go to a good restaurant to have a nice meal.

Carbon is in the Tomahawk restaurant... No, it is the Butcher family in the Tomahawk restaurant. In the most prominent center of the restaurant, there is a fixed reserved seat that is only used by the Butcher family.

Every three days, Carben, like the heads of the Butcher family, must come to the Tomahawk restaurant, sit on the most eye-catching table, and enjoy an expensive dinner.

The carriage stopped in front of the slightly stale door of the Tomahawk restaurant, and Carben got out of the carriage with his head high.

The heavy glass door opened silently in front of Carbon, and the owner of the Tomahawk restaurant generation with a bright smile welcomed Carbon into the restaurant respectfully.

Standing at the door of the restaurant, Kaben sullenly, Sen Leng's eyes swept across the restaurant fiercely.

Then, his eyes lit up suddenly.

In the corner of the restaurant, in front of a grand piano, a slender and delicate girl with long hair, wearing a white skirt, slender fingers beating on the piano keys like elves, music like gurgling streams Her fingertips flowed out.

Carben's cold eyes became fierce, he stared at the girl deeply, and said in a deep voice, "It's my favorite style."

The owner of the Tomahawk restaurant smiles brighter and brighter.

Immediately behind Card himself, his hair was slightly grey, and his personal secretary, Cafu, who had worked for him for decades, smiled and nodded slightly: "Then, she will be at Fort Bucher tonight, playing for you privately. A wonderful serenade."

Kaben nodded vigorously, held his head slightly, and walked to his exclusive seat without hurried pace.

In the restaurant, a well-dressed gentleman and lady stood up and saluted Kaben with a smile on his face.

In this situation, it was like a wolf king walking in his own territory, and the pack of wolves bowed down to express their surrender to him.

With a loud bang, the heavy glass door was violently pushed open by a fat hand.

The two Butcher family guards standing behind the door were hit hard by the door. They were unstable on their feet, staggered a few steps forward, knocked some of their companions to the ground, and fell to the ground embarrassingly.

With a bang, a restaurant waiter who was standing at the door in an old and conservative tuxedo was rudely thrown into the door.

A sullen voice yelled: "What do you mean? What do you mean? No reservations, I won’t be entertained? Ha, it’s really interesting. I’ve never heard that people who do business will shut out customers!"

Joe, who is burly like an old bear, shook his body and ‘squeezed’ into the restaurant’s door, which was slightly cramped for him. With his hands on his hips, he looked down at the waiter who was thrown to the ground, and shook his head contemptuously: "Where is your boss? The distinguished guest comes to the door, come out to entertain!"

In the restaurant, all the gentlemen and ladies made a surprised and soft noise at the same time.

In the Tomahawk restaurant, except for the few big names in Ruhr who have perennial reserved seats, other guests must make a reservation in advance to enjoy a delicious meal... But the Tomahawk restaurant does not have many seats, and its reservations are often queued for two months. Rear!

In the Tomahawk restaurant, no one has been here for decades.

Probably ~www.ltnovel.com~ was 30 years ago, after a nouveau riche from outside was thrown into the metallurgical furnace... It has been a long time, and no one dared to go wild here.

Old Sear, the owner of the Tomahawk restaurant generation, took a deep breath, and sternly yelled at Joe: "This police officer, if you don’t have an appointment, please leave... I declare that because you were rude and unreserved just now. The act of courtesy, Tomahawk Restaurant will never receive you...and everyone related to you!

Carben, who was walking towards his dedicated seat, took a deep look at the girl who had stopped playing, then turned around and glanced coldly at Joe.

He pointed to Joe and said coldly, "Interrupt his four legs, and just find a water-filled mine and throw it in."

In the restaurant, the gentlemen of Ruhr City applauded and admired.

"As expected of your Excellency Carben, this kind of disposal is the most appropriate."

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