Book of Gods and Demons

Joe frantically spit out the most ugly and dirtiest slang of Tulum Harbor, and walked out of the branch office building angrily. m.ygdzr.

He was disgusted.

He originally thought that Yankel was a good person, and he even wanted to give Yankel a little benefit.

The results of it?

He was disgusted!

Being inexplicably forced to come to the Imperial Judicial University to do the so-called advanced study of the transfer student, this has made Qiao extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as he arrived in the imperial capital, he was welcomed not by fine wine and food, but by four hot lead bullets!

No grievances and no grudges, Matthew, who has never known each other, welcomes him with four heavy enthusiasm!

Yankel knew that there was someone behind Matthew, but he didn't let Belffin and the others be like a bunch of crazy old dogs, rushing to him with a hysterical and unreasonable bite!

Matthew is a top student!

Matthew is a good boy!

Matthew has a bright future!

So if Matthew shot and killed someone, he must have been wronged too?

Yankel allowed Belfin to slobber at himself, and even a few respectable university teachers spit at himself, but he didn't even dissuade him or even have any intention of advocating justice!

"This is the imperial capital?" Qiao looked back at the office building of the branch office.

A large group of policemen rushed out from the front entrance of the building. Some of them pointed at Joe and his party with anxious popularity, while others looked worriedly at the building where a main load-bearing column was interrupted, the outer walls were cracked, and the roof tiles kept falling. .

"This is the imperial capital." Marcos stood behind Joe and said in a loud voice: "After I retired, I spent a while in the imperial capital...it was very difficult, so I took my brothers to Ruhr City."

"In the imperial capital, you can feel that there are invisible sheets after another, covering the sky and the earth. Even if you are a hero of the world, sometimes you can't do it here..." Marcos sighed: "I With so many good guys, who almost didn't starve to death here, can anyone believe it?"

"Ha!" Joe laughed and patted Marcos' arm: "Marcos, you are a good..."

Before the word ‘good guy’ was finished, Joe only felt countless gazes falling on him. He glanced back subconsciously, then his eyes widened in horror, and he took two steps back inexplicably.

The Didu South Station Branch of the Imperial Police Station is located in the northwest corner of the square in front of the Imperial Capital South Station.

At this moment, on the square in front of the sub-bureau, at least seven or eight thousand men, women, and children in weird clothes gathered in a dense crowd.

These people... can't say that they were born ugly, but they do give people a strange and weird look. They always make people feel that they are like some mutant trees and vines, crooked, and full of all over their bodies. An awkward feeling.

Their clothes...

Some men's clothes look like women's long skirts.

Some women's clothes look like men's trousers.

Some people have their upper body naked.

Some people show their lower body.

Some people are wrapped with colorful ropes one after another.

Some people are covered with jewels that jingle bells ringing in the wind.

Joe roughly judged that there are seven or eight thousand people here?

But in fact, Joe’s estimate is definitely wrong, because among these people, many women, whether they are young women, a little older middle-aged women, or gray-haired old ladies, are carrying, hugging, and hanging on their bodies. One by one young children, ranging in age from a few months to two or three years old.

Joe noticed that there were a few burly middle-aged women who carried at least five or six children on their backs!

What an amazing ‘super power’ this is!

So this densely packed group of people, you can say that they have seven or eight thousand people, but if you count those children, maybe they have ten thousand? Twenty thousand people?

Who knows! ! !

They sit or stand, or squat on the square, like a group of old morks waiting silently for feeding, quietly gathering in front of the office building of the sub-bureau.

Seeing Joe and his party came out, these people slowly stood up, step by step, gradually showing a weird and stubborn smile on their faces, step by step, like a walking dead, surrounded Joe and his party.

The guards of the Rittal family, the soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group, they quickly lined up behind Joe and on the left and right sides.

A flintlock was raised, and the heavy swords and light swords gleamed with cold light. Several heavy shield warriors lifted the heavy metal shields, and then smashed the shields heavily on the ground with a dull loud noise.

An intermediate leader of the blood axe battle group stepped forward two steps, holding a sawtooth short knife in each hand, and sternly shouted: "Stop! Who are you?"

"Portusser!" Mr. Skeins murmured beside Joe: "Master, we are in trouble."

"Portusser!" Joe's eyes widened.

Joe has heard of the Portusse from many folktales and folklore. He even cursed Longinus of St. Hild's Cathedral, saying that his mother was a Portusse woman!

But to be honest, this is the first time in Joe's life that he has been in contact with the Potusians so close.

This is not just one or two, but thousands, tens of thousands of Portusians!

The Portusians who came up on three sides stopped, like a group of timid grassland hyenas, staring at the sophisticated weapons of Joe's subordinates with cowardly, frightened, but extremely greedy eyes.

Behind Qiao and his group, the police officers of the sub-station gazed at this side, and then most of the police disappeared silently, leaving only a small group of more than a dozen mounted police leaning on their mounts. Go up, look over here with a smile.

One is not tall, his skin is red, and he wears a cheap, crude bronze crown. He wears an aristocratic robe that is probably picked up from which trash pile and can barely be seen after stitching. The wretched, greasy middle-aged man walked slowly out of the crowd.

The middle-aged man tried his best to put on an aristocratic style, but whether it was the bronze crown on his head, the patched aristocratic robes on his body, or the pair of high boots with two holes under his feet, it was all true. It has nothing to do with the nobility.

On the contrary, because of his wretched appearance and greasy temperament, the middle-aged man made people laugh inexplicably.

"I am the king of the great lion-tail tribe. My name is Stuart IX... You can call me, your wise Majesty Stuart IX." The middle-aged man walked only twenty feet away from Joe. In place, he raised his chin proudly.

Joe didn't say a word, he looked around.

Lan Mujin didn't move. Mr. Si Gengsi gave a light cough, patted Baku, who was squatting on top of his head, and walked out slowly, waving his thin walking stick.

Mr. Skeins bowed slightly to Stuart IX and saluted: "Then, respected Mr. Stuart IX..."

"Call me Your Majesty the King." Stuart IX interrupted Mr. Skeins and emphasized his identity.

Mr. Segengs nodded helplessly: "Then, Your Majesty, may I ask, why are you taking your subjects and blocking our way?"

King Stuart IX sighed deeply. He stared at Mr. Skeins pretendingly for a while, and then nodded: "We are here for justice!"

"Justice?" Mr. Skeins widened his eyes: "We don't seem to have any friendship, or do we have any connections?"

Stuart IX beckoned behind him.

A group of ragged and stubby-headed men squeezed out of the crowd. They came behind Stuart IX and rolled the burlap they had on their backs on the ground.

These men opened the burlap, and dozens of cold child corpses just appeared in front of Joe.

Mr. Skeins took a step back abruptly, and he cursed loudly, "What the **** is this?"

Stuart IX squeezed his eyes vigorously. He tried his best to squeeze out a few tears, but his efforts were obviously in vain.

So he raised his right hand and wiped his fingers on his eyelids fiercely.

There was a faint smell of **** floating in the air, and King Stuart IX's eyes quickly reddened, and then two lines of tears rolled down. He pursed his mouth, putting on a look of forbearing grief, and stepped back a few times. After a step, he stretched his finger to the corpse of the child lined up.

"Did you forget this? Did you forget this?"

"This morning, just this morning, probably more than three hours ago, these originally lively and lovely children, they just want to beg for a few coppers to buy bread from the rich masters!"

"You beat them brutally, you so many burly and powerful adults beat them shamelessly and brutally!"

"After they went back, they vomited blood and became bedridden, and then...they died!"

Stuart IX looked up at the sky in ‘grief and indignation’, and then cried out hoarsely: “My benevolent Muteste, why is there such a tragedy in the world? Why is there such a cruel and ruthless person?”

"my child……"

Hundreds of evil-faced old women rushed out of the crowd. They knelt on the ground at the same time, kowtow and cried at Joe and his party: "Our children...our grandchildren...you died well. awful!"

Joe's mind was blank, and he looked at these people blankly, not knowing what to do with them.

Even in the port of Tulum, Joe had never encountered such a thing when he was fighting on the streets with the dudes headed by the Wells family.

Although the dudes of the Wells family are Joe's opponents, Joe must admit that at least they are all real men. Like Joe, they advocate the use of force to solve problems.

A group of old ladies who looked dying and might fall to the ground at any time rushed up and cried and kowtow. What is this?

what is this?

"Joe, these children are not the ones who surrounded us in the morning asking for money. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Lan Mujin whispered, "Moreover, these children have been dead for at least three days... Some of them have been killed. Violent beatings led to death, but there is still a part, which is obviously sick and dead!"

Lan Mujin's eyes were extremely sharp, and he could see the truth about the dozen or so dead children at a glance.

Stuart IX walked up to Mr. Skeins with a smile. He lowered his voice and said softly: "It's easy to solve... 100,000 gold marks, how about it?"

Mr. Skeins said slowly: "By saying this, you are blackmailing us?"

Stuttgart IX smiled slightly, he lowered his head, and spit on Mr. Segins’ boots.

"Yeah, I blackmailed you, what can you do?"

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