Book of Gods and Demons

When the sky was about to dawn, Matthew was awakened by the loud and noisy bell of the mechanical alarm clock.

He took a deep breath and suddenly sat up from the bed.

After a daze, Matthew lay down on the pillow beside him, intoxicated and took a few deep breaths, and then he carefully picked up some maroon, slightly curly hair from the pillow.

"Oh, my goddess!"

Matthew wrapped a few long hairs around his fingers, seeming to have returned to the crazy lingering last night.

He really couldn't imagine that in school on weekdays, the "goddess", who was so proud, so high, and dismissive of ordinary boys, would sneak up to his rented apartment yesterday and voluntarily dedicate her life to him!

What an unspeakable madness that is.

"My goddess... your will is an oracle to me."

Matthew sighed heavily, reluctantly jumped out of the bed, rushed into the bathroom and quickly freshened up.

The apartment he rented is not big, about 300 square feet. The furnishings of the bathroom are quite simple. On the wall above the sink, there is a mirror about three feet long and wide and full of water vapor spots. Matthew is tall and fit, with well-proportioned muscles like flowing water.

Put on a tight-fitting fencing suit, put on a large cloak, carefully fill in two exquisite twin-tube flintlock blunderbuss, and wear a fine steel forged sword carefully next to the body.

Matthew looked at his handsome face in the mirror, stretched out his hands, and gestured toward the mirror with a victory sign: "You can do it, Matthew... the chief fencer of the Competitive Swordsmanship Club of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital, you It can be done."

"It's just a bullying dude... kill him, and then leave the scene safely, you can get the love of the "goddess"! Not only the body of the "goddess", but also her fiery and fanatical love!"

"You can do it...especially, I heard that the "Goddess" has millions of assets?" Matthew made a playful face: "Wow, million gold marks of assets? I don't have to fight in my life, no. Huh?"

"I don’t need to make a living, I can be a romantic musician according to my heart, and live in seclusion without worrying about food and clothing. Then one day, I will write a masterpiece handed down and become a blockbuster. Derain!"

"Maybe, one day, I can be favored by a princess!"

Matthew clenched his fists hard, and muttered to himself in the mirror earnestly: "So, Matthew, work hard! Fight! You must succeed!"

Blowing a frivolous whistle, Matthew rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed a top hat and buttoned it on his head, opened the door and strode out.

When going out, Matthew tilted his head and thought for a while, threw the door key on the floor of the room, and then slammed the door closed.

Regardless of the success or failure of today's operation, the keys to this apartment are useless.

If he fails, he is naturally dead.

If successful, does he still need to return to this low-level apartment that is simple, narrow, cold in winter and hot in summer, and extremely poor in sound insulation?

Flew down the stairs to the downstairs, opened the heavy door of the apartment building, Matthew came to the familiar breakfast stall on the roadside, bought a large piece of brown bread, a large piece of bacon and a large piece of sausage, and doubled it. After the grilled cheese, while chewing, he greeted a rental carriage.

"Imperial Capital South Station, please hurry up, I'm going to meet friends from afar." Matthew smiled brightly and confessed to the coachman vaguely.

Joe's train slowed down gradually, and the steam locomotives one after another spewed out a large amount of white high-temperature steam at the same time. Accompanied by the sound of ‘shocking slamming’, the long train gradually drove into the civilian railway station south of the imperial capital Hyderabad.

Light rain began to fall in the sky, and the Imperial Capital South Station has been around for a long time, and there is no rain-proof ceiling on the platform.

Qiao walked out of the carriage and was hit on the body by a slightly cold rain, his mood became increasingly gloomy and melancholy.

In the gray sky, gray clouds, and the gray light, the "bitter wind and miserable rain" swayed down, lingeringly stuck to the head, the face went in along the collar, and then the whole body was wet with moisture. Dada, chilly.

This is a very different climate from the enthusiastic Tulum Port. In Tulum Port, even if it is a storm, it is clear and transparent, full of enthusiasm, like a young girl dancing.

And what about Hyderabad?

The rain here is like a chronic poison ‘inadvertently’ spilt by a deep-bowed woman, and it hurts your soul and body without making any changes.

Joe hated the weather in Hyderabad almost immediately.

"It's terrible!" There was a tingling in Joe's nose, he couldn't help sneezing, and then yelled in irritation.

"The weather in the imperial capital is pretty good... If you go to the north, it will already be snowy in October." Marcos carried a giant axe, followed closely behind Joe, and asked in a low voice: "Joe, you should go if you have a chance Traveling in the north, a real man should go to see the huge waves, huge icebergs, and hunt down a few behemoths on the ice!"

Joe raised his head feebly, and sighed heavily: "Oh? Maybe, have a chance? I start to miss Tulum Port... Ah, Tulum Port is sunny all year round. I should be wearing it now. Swimming trunks, soak up the sun by the pool, and enjoy the iced juice."

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Corps lined up from the carriage carrying large and small bags of luggage.

Their sturdy atmosphere, uniform uniforms, and a neat and tidy queue quickly attracted the attention of the police and military police on the platform.

A group of policemen, led by several military policemen, ran over quickly.

Lan Mujin greeted him with a few people. He took out the briefcase that the court clerk gave to Joe, took out the documents inside, and showed them to the military police.

Like Joe, a middle-aged man with the rank of first class lieutenant on his shoulder looked at Joe from a distance, and then deliberately raised his voice: "Welcome to the Imperial City, this is a good place... Remember, don't be in the Imperial City. Make trouble, otherwise no one can save you!"

Qiao curled his lips and turned around, not too lazy to pay attention to these imperial colleagues who looked bad.

Looking at the eyes of these guys, they regarded Joe and the others as suspects... After spending so long at the Tulum Port Police Station, Joe knew the gazes of the old detectives very well.

The trailers at the end of the train were opened, and more than a hundred war horses rang their noses, and walked out of the trailer very anxiously and came to the platform.

Joe gave a strong whistle, Xiao Bai let out a cheer, ran all the way to Joe, put his huge head against Joe's, and then rubbed it hard.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe, Joe's family escort, and a team of police officers from Port Tulum, headed by Billy all left the train. Dispatchers from several stations ran over, waved small flags, and directed the train to slowly leave the platform.

Mr. Skeins stood on the platform, and Baku stood on top of his head, waving a golden golden mark happily.

"Guide, guide, we need a guide, take us to 158 Qingsong Street..." Mr. Segengs waved his thin cane and shouted loudly: "A gold mark, we only need a guide !"

On the platform, in the crowd, a young man with long hands and long feet and agile movements rushed out. Before the other competitors, he took two steps to get in front of Mr. Segons and took off his head. The felt hat with holes, bowed deeply to Mr. Skeins.

"No. 158, Qingsong Street, I am familiar with that place. It was originally a branch campus of the Imperial Capital Intermediate Vocational College. Three years ago, after the Intermediate Vocational College merged into the Imperial Capital No. 2 University, it remained idle and no one used it."

Several competitors behind the boy retreated in disappointment.

With a smile unique to a victor, the teenager added to Mr. Si Gengsi: "Qingsong Street is a good place. The surrounding neighborhoods are full of well-off homes with good conditions. The law and order is very good, especially there are several hundred-year-old shops. , There are all kinds of delicacies."

Mr. Si Gengsi smiled with satisfaction. He pointed to the boy and smiled: "It looks like you are really familiar with 158 Qingsong Street? Then, take us over. This golden mark is yours. !"

The boy smiled and bowed again to Mr. Skeins: "Call me Einstein, dear sir... Einstein is willing to work for you, no one is more familiar with the streets of the imperial capital than I..."

Under the leadership of young Einstein, Joe left the platform with a large group of people.

Because of the documents presented by Lan Mujin, the station arranged a VIP passage for Qiao to avoid the bustling and crowded passengers leaving the station.

Walking out of the heavy metal gate, an unusually wide square appeared in front of Joe.

Before Joe had time to see the scenery on the square, a group of tattered children came up with a stubborn smile, reaching out their hands and grabbing Joe's clothes.

"Master, give some money, master!"

"I'm going to starve to death, give me some money, rich man!"

"Strong lord, do you need a girl? Give me some money, I know where there is the best girl in the imperial capital!"

More than a dozen children surrounded Joe, their hands naturally reached into Joe's trouser pockets, and then they felt hard.

However, all of Joe's money was placed in a pocket on his chest, and these children were too short to touch Joe's chest at all. They groped it several times, but they couldn't even touch a copper piece.

Joe was overwhelmed by these children.

Ya, Si Ke Si, Lan Mu Hibiscus, Lan Platycodon, and even burly giants like Marcos, were surrounded by at least five, six, seven, eight, as many as seventeen, eighty nine children, and their bodies were full of small hands messing around. Grab.

No one dares to move!

Joe even raised his hands high!

The bones of these children are very fragile and immature, and Joe and the others are afraid that if they accidentally sneezed, they could shake a small piece to death!

"What is this? What is this? Don't touch ~www.ltnovel.com~ asshole, I'm the policeman, the policeman!"

Joe screamed hysterically, "I warn you, you are attacking the police... assaulting the police!"

The surroundings were full of idlers, tourists, and some inexplicable people who didn't know what to do. They laughed ‘haha’ and laughed at the embarrassment of Joe and his party.

Matthew Shi Shiran walked out of the crowd.

He pulled out the two short guns hanging around his waist, less than ten feet apart, and slammed the trigger toward Joe's head and chest.

'boom'!

'boom'!

'boom'!

'boom'!

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