Book of Gods and Demons

October 24th, early in the morning.

Ruhr City Railway Station, civilian platform No. 1, where an extended double-head train stops here. The boilers with two steam locomotives in front and one in the back are slowly pressurizing, and high-temperature steam is vented from time to time.

On the platform, a group of leaders of the Blood Axe Clan gave orders loudly and ran back and forth. More than a thousand elite Blood Axe Clan mercenaries lined up in dozens of lines, carrying large and small luggage bags, in an orderly manner. Board the train.

Several food trucks selling Ruhr’s local flavor food are lined up. Billy and a group of chubby colleagues are surrounding the food truck, tasting delicious food with different flavors from Tulum Harbor with relish.

They had already used breakfast at the Daisy Hotel, but when they came to the platform and saw these food trucks, they felt the gluttons in their stomachs moving, so they hurried to eat something to relieve the gluttons.

A court clerk, a senior inspector, and Chief Martin of the Ruhr City Police Station. The three stood together, surrounded by dozens of court knights, inspectors, and police officers, chatting comfortably while talking. Watching Joe not far away.

Joe was sitting on a long bench with Erlang's legs tilted, squinting, reading the "Ruhr City Express" just published today.

"Ah, it seems that, just like after the murder of Zhongqiu in Tulum Harbour, there are many people in Ruhr who are unlucky... But what happened in this newspaper is vague?"

Qiao sighed heavily.

It has been several days since Joe's "kidnapping" Carben caused the riots and the imperial army entered the Ruhr City with great fanfare. The Ruhr City newspapers finally appeared in the Ruhr City newspapers related to the riots that day.

However, there is not much news, and it is vague, very appetizing-

First, a certain Grand Junker who had the title of duke was deposed from the duke of the empire and was directly demoted to a viscount, and paid a fine of over 200 million gold marks.

Second, another big family just changed the owner of the house yesterday, and the former owner of the house has been invited into the Supervisory Office because of the murder of the door three years ago.

Third, the contemporary Patriarch of the Butcher family, Kaben, publicly announced that the private army of the Butcher family and the militia team of the factory will be disbanded. The entire Butcher family will only retain a family guard of three hundred people.

In the report, the "Ruhr City Express" praised the Bucher family's loyalty to the empire-he donated 50 million gold marks to the empire's soldiers fighting in the northwest region, and at the same time actively contacted the empire military. The two parties jointly established a production supervision committee, and the military will send representatives to the factories and mines of the Butcher family to supervise all production activities.

The news is very simple, but from these news, a discerning person can analyze that a sharp knife is cutting meat from the big family in Ruhr City.

"I know a little bit." The blood axe Marcos carried the heavy fang axe he was famous for, almost the same height as his body, with his hands on his chest, standing behind Joe like a hill.

Hearing Joe's depressed self-talk, Marcos said solemnly: "In the past few years, those who have not dealt with me have merged more than 20 games in private, causing me to lose hundreds of brothers' "crazy cooks". 'Great Ivan, he is planted.'

With a cold snort, Marcos said solemnly: "He collected a large sum of money and brought his dog legs to attack the special train you were riding in... As a result, he was not the opponent of Lieutenant General Otto and was interrupted. The limbs are captured alive, ha ha, he and his Blizzard team are completely finished this time."

"Big Ivan?" Joe remembered the scene where Otto turned into a flame giant on the day the special train was attacked and fought with a giant frost bear: "What is his origin?"

"The traitor of the Lucia Empire..." Marcos said sincerely: "The Lucia Empire is a very magical country. Great Ivan has the extraordinary strength of Tier 6, but because his territory is too barren to pay. Sufficient taxes, he was beaten by his lord, and his wife and daughter were killed by the lord’s son... after being insulted."

Marcos clicked his mouth: "This guy is not a good thing, but he is considered a man. He took the opportunity and killed the lord's son, and then took a group of subordinates and ran to the empire to find life."

Joe was silent for a while, and then rolled his eyes at Marcos: "You all have the Veterans Administration's restraint... But this Lucia Empire traitor, he actually lived very well in Ruhr City?"

Marcos grinned: "Many dudes who don’t know the heights of the sky and earth in Ruhr City say that Ruhr City belongs to the Junkers’ Ruhr City. People like Great Ivan are useful to them, so Great Ivan can be here. It’s a good mix here."

Spreading his hands, Marcos lowered his voice: "But it is clear that the Empire believes that Ruhr City is the Ruhr City of the Empire."

Marcos pointed to the newspaper in Joe's hands: "I have the impression of this murder case. It was this hapless noble master who was invited to the inspection hall to drink tea. He paid for the great Ivan to do good deeds... There is too much black material, he alone can drag many people into the water."

Joe exhaled, dropped the newspaper in his hand on the bench, stretched his waist, stood up, and walked two steps toward the train.

"Then Hessian and the others did the same thing after Zhongqiu's murder... Luo Zhi's charge, stay obedient, and kill disobedient... Ruhr City is a big piece of fat, tusk, I don't know who bit it. The biggest piece."

Marcos smiled slightly and pointed his finger at the sky.

Dare to attack the big family of Ruhr City, and be able to mobilize the army to surround the entire Ruhr City...the one who gets the greatest benefit, don't ask.

The court clerk took out a small pocket watch, and after a glance at the time, he walked stiffly to Joe's front.

"Your Excellency Joe Rong Witto, the time is up... you should go!" The court clerk handed a bag of documents in his hand to Joe: "All the documents you need in the imperial capital are prepared for you. ...Including finding a suitable place for your entourage."

Joe took the bag of documents. The court clerk pointed to the train beside him and said solemnly: "You have made outstanding contributions to the empire. No one can deny your loyalty and contribution to the empire... but I I must remind you that the Imperial Capital is not the Ruhr City, nor is it the Port of Tulum."

"You are young and energetic, and have a certain background, and you have a lot of money, and you have not weak personal and private arms... But the imperial capital, after all, is the imperial capital. In Hyderabad, I hope you can successfully complete your studies and don't mess with it Trouble is coming."

The clerk's tone was serious, but Joe could feel the sincere concern and warning in his words.

Qiao patted the document bag in his hand and handed it to Lan Mujin who was standing behind him. He smiled and bowed slightly to the clerk: "Don't worry, as a glorious imperial police officer, you will abide by laws and rules. , That is the instinct that has been integrated into my bone marrow... Unless someone provokes me, I will definitely not cause trouble!"

After waving to the inspectors and the policemen who came to the platform to'see off', Joe walked into a car in the middle of the train, stood at the door of the car, and looked around a little dazedly.

Arriving to Ruhr City inexplicably, causing a riot inexplicably, and then being inexplicably sent to the Imperial Capital... for further study? Learn?

Joe's two temples were painful, painful... he wanted to cry.

Close to platform No. 1, on the second floor of the Ruhr City Railway Station waiting building, in a luxuriously furnished VIP room, a few gorgeously dressed young men are standing behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at Joe coldly.

"Poor Chacharin... he died too cheaply." A young man murmured.

"Unlucky Seedorf... a self-inflicted idiot." Another young man sighed: "Hopefully, his mouth can be tighter... He has done a lot for us over the years."

"Seedorf'really' doesn't know much about the inside story. After all, he is just a peripheral member. Even if he speaks, it will not hurt us." Another young man said indifferently: "But this Joe Jong Witto... …I’m really unwilling to let him leave safely like this."

"He is killing himself." A young man standing in the corner of the room, watching a map of the Duren Empire on the wall, drew a dagger, and stabbed it heavily on the location of the map of Shanghai Delabourg.

"Where is he going? He is going to Hyderabad... That is our base camp, our territory." The young man smiled happily as his fingers flicked the dagger nailed on the map: "I'm sitting in the village, who is interested Place a bet? I bet him, he won't live for half a month!

The atmosphere in the VIP room suddenly became happy.

The high-pitched siren sounded, and the steam locomotive spouted a lot of white gas. Accompanied by the low roar, the long train slowly drove out of the platform and gradually accelerated to the north.

Director Martin stood on the platform and sighed heavily, "This bastard, finally got out...I have an ominous hunch that he has more **** like the Blood Axe Fighter, he will definitely be there. There is even greater trouble in Hyderabad!"

The court clerk standing aside ~www.ltnovel.com~ and a few court knights, tilted their heads and stared at Director Martin with a gloomy expression.

Director Martin stayed in a daze, then laughed dryly: "Ah, I was wrong... Officer Joe will definitely be able to return from his studies and become a model of the imperial police officer when he goes to the imperial capital!"

The train speeded along the rails.

From morning till night, Joe hung on the floor of the carriage in a strange way, breathing long.

The train ran for a day and a night. At the next morning, not long after breakfast, the train rushed onto a bridge made of steel and roared all the way across the Lanyin River, which was nearly a hundred miles wide.

Hyderabad, the imperial capital of the Durham Empire, broke into Joe's eyes abruptly.

Majestic and heavy, like an ancient behemoth, silently entrenched on the ground, bathed in the sun and rain.

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