Book of Gods and Demons

Mr. Sagans prepared a letter of understanding, and Joe and Stuart IX signed the letter of understanding and put fingerprints on it.

Professor Belfin snarled and abused in anger, accusing Stuart IX of forgetting the hatred of the tribe and children being beaten and killed for a little bit of money. What a despicable behavior.

He was so angry that he kept spitting at Joe, madly insulting Joe for using a few stinky things to clean up the crime of murder with money...

"Darkness, shamelessness...you despicable fellows." Professor Belfin is like a tragic figure in the opera, screaming and roaring in the square madly, but no one pays attention to him.

Joe, won't pay attention to him.

Stuart IX, as well as his people, had long been overwhelmed by the traveler's checks that Joe took out. Why would they still be in the mood to pay attention to him?

"Good day to you, generous master!" Stuart IX put two cheques into his chest pocket, and then bowed deeply to Joe.

"Good day to you, dear lord!" Stuart IX's clansmen bowed respectfully to Joe one by one. At the moment, men, women and children, all have angel-like holy and pure smiles on their faces.

The next moment, Stuart IX ran wildly surrounded by several henchmen.

The clansmen of King Stuart IX gritted their teeth one by one, rushing to chase them with their twisted faces.

They took away the corpses of the children who had died. They took away all kinds of bits and pieces that fell to the ground. They even wiped off the blood on the ground in a very short time.

The wind blew and rolled up a few lonely leaves.

Professor Belfin, who was covered in blood, stood there blankly with a few companions, like a few silly silly birds, without knowing what happened.

Just now their impassionedness, their righteous speaking, is like a nightmare, being blown by a golden gust of wind, it disappears in an instant.

"How can you...can do this!" Professor Belfin hissed and screamed: "You must insist on justice...you must seek justice, you...can't give up axiom and justice for a little bit of petty gain!"

"Haha!" Qiao glanced at Professor Belfin sadly, and he muttered in a low voice: "Two million gold marks... in Port Tulum, two gold marks can kill one bastard, which is enough to buy fifty. Ten thousand lives..."

Qiao glanced at Lan Kikyo and tilted his head.

Lan Kikyo nodded, he was mixed in the crowd, his figure gradually hazy, the soldiers of the blood axe warrior all around crowded, and he disappeared on the spot.

"Einstein!" Joe's arms shook, and the Titan Fist was transformed into two bracers. He shouted: "Take us to 158 Qingsong Street... When is this? Get out of here. Is it far?"

Einstein, with long arms and long legs, squeezed out of the crowd. He glanced in awe at Professor Belfin who was standing still, and then saluted Joe: "Sir, if you are in a car, it will take an hour. ...If you ride a horse, it would be a little more than two hours..."

Joe was confused by Einstein's words. When Einstein took them to a station outside the Imperial Capital South Station Square, Joe understood what his words meant.

The imperial capital Hyderabad covers an area of ​​tens of miles from east to west, north to south, and if walking, a strong man walks in a straight line, from south to north, or east to west, a one-way trip would take more than a day.

The imperial capital thus built three horizontal, three vertical and nine bus routes, using small steam locomotives as power to pull special small carriages and galloping back and forth on specially laid narrow rails as a means of indoor public transportation.

With these small trains, travel in the city becomes extremely convenient.

Most of the subordinates that Qiao brought over took public trains from the Imperial Capital South Station to the station near Qingsong Street. It took less than 40 minutes to get together.

Joe and a group of guards rode war horses, under the guidance of Einstein, trot all the way, and it took just over an hour to reach the public train station near Qingsong Street. After meeting with the subordinates who arrived first by car, the time it took them to reach 158 Qingsong Street was exactly the same as the two hours that Einstein said.

"This is Qingsong Street 158, sir." Einstein jumped off the horse quickly, patted the long horse face reluctantly, and then saluted Joe.

Joe nodded and glanced at Mr. Skeins.

Mr. Skeins took out two golden marks instead of the pre-determined one and threw them to Einstein.

With his hands behind his back, Joe looked at the tall, rusty metal floral iron gate in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Einstein, we will probably stay in the imperial capital for a while. We need help from someone familiar with the situation. Do some chores... Five gold marks a month, how about I hire you?"

Einstein shook his body. He hesitated for a moment, and then firmly squeezed the two golden marks in his palms, bowed deeply to Joe and said, "As you wish, during your stay in the imperial capital, as long as I can do When it arrives, I will do my best."

Joe nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, his mind was sober and lighter than ever before, and he remembered all the things Hessen had said to him at this moment.

Joe didn't expect him to have much combat power or other abilities like Einstein's little ground-headed snake. It's just that he was familiar with the road, familiar with the market situation, etc., and it was worth spending a small amount of money to get him in his hands.

"So, during this period of time, you followed Lan Mujin... and, Billy, Billy, you are Hibiscus's deputy. You and Einstein are so intimate and affectionate. You should know more about it."

Billy ran out of the crowd in small steps. He affectionately patted Einstein who was half a head taller than himself, and said loudly, "Boss, don't worry, I know what to do... Boy, you need to eat more. Order meat and see how thin you look!"

Einstein was dumbfounded, then shrugged.

Eat meat?

Hehe, he's such a small person who is messing around at the bottom of the market, eating meat is a kind of luxury that can't be expected.

Billy thinks he is too thin, and he also thinks that Billy is too fat.

Isn't it a joke to be a policeman with Billy's size?

Such a fat policeman, if you want to chase the fugitive, can you catch it?

If a vicious mob wants to attack you, and you are so fat, can you run away?

Ha ha... Einstein smiled weirdly, looking up and down Billy round, like a shelled egg.

Joe had reached the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street, clenched his fist, and banged on the iron door of a small door room next to the gate. After a short while, the iron door was opened, and an old man with a lame leg looked out.

"Hey, there is no one here... Every ghost in there, and there are no valuables, the good things have been emptied...except for a few houses..."

The old man rubbed his rosacea vigorously, before he could see Joe standing in front of him clearly, he shouted loudly.

"Hey, old sir, look at this." Joe slapped an official document on the chest of the old man and said loudly, "From now on, I have the right to use No. 158, Qingsong Street. Here, it will become The station of my subordinates... well, the rent of one thousand gold marks a year? It's not expensive!"

The old man was dumbfounded, grabbed the document that José had come over, frowned and looked at it carefully.

Finally, he carefully studied a red seal at the end of the official document: "Well, the seal of the Imperial Capital-Yes-Assets Administration Bureau... It looks correct. A thousand gold marks a year? That group of **** are showing kindness. ?"

The old man looked at Joe with an incredible expression: "Or you gave them a bribe? I remember half a year ago, someone wanted to rent here as a warehouse and offered a high price of 10,000 gold marks a year. The **** refused. !"

The old man returned the official document to Joe, and then went to the back of the door with a babble.

‘Cack Cack’, the old man opened the big padlock behind the gate, tore off an iron chain ‘Dang Cang Cang’, and then pulled the closed door forcefully.

At the entrance, behind the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street, there is a plaza large enough to accommodate three to five thousand people.

The gate is on the south side of the square, and on the north and east sides of the square, there are three buildings in the shape of "冂". The granite building has three stories high and is huge and heavy. It is surrounded by rows of black pine trees that are much higher than the building.

In addition to the main building in the shape of "冂", there are long dormitory buildings on the north, west and east sides, as well as other auxiliary buildings, such as canteens, warehouses, small teaching buildings, testing grounds, and so on.

Just look at the whole of No. 158, Qingsong Street. It covers an area of ​​1,000 acres. The large and small teaching buildings can accommodate thousands of students to study here. The cafeteria and dormitory buildings are enough for nearly 10,000 people to live. Living.

"One thousand gold marks, it's really not expensive." Qiao grabbed the bunch of official documents and transfer orders from Lan Mujin's hand, and muttered: "Who is so caring? Let me come to the Imperial Capital for further study and arrange for me. Such a good location, but also gives such a low rent?"

"Tsk tusk, this is because I am too handsome and unrestrained. Does a certain nobleman look at my talents and character?"

After opening the spirit sea, Qiao only felt that his brain was getting better and better. There were a lot of questions that he didn't care about or didn't bother to think about before, and all came to mind at this moment.

"Could it be that Her Majesty the Queen noticed my extraordinary talents and wanted to focus on training me?"

Qiao pointed to the old man at the door. Mr. Skeins calmly put a gold mark in the old man’s palm, and the old man immediately became smiling and turned upside down his attitude towards Joe. Variety.

Qiao asked seriously the old man whose attitude had changed drastically: "Excuse me~www.ltnovel.com~Can the Minister of Police be in charge of the Imperial Capital-National Asset Management Bureau?"

The old man held the Golden Mark in his hand tightly, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "Last year, because the police department paid the rent a bit late, they were almost driven out of the police department building...that building, but Empire’s country-has-assets!"

Joe understood at once, it seemed that the ‘noble man’ who took care of him behind his back was obviously not the poor police minister.

Then, it must be a big man with a higher status than the Minister of Police!

In the evening, plumes of smoke rose from the cafeteria at No. 158, Qingsong Street, where there had been no life for a long time. A strong smell of broth reverberates over the entire playground.

Outside the gate of No. 158, a few energetic sentinels with flintlock rifles also appeared. The yard that had been idle for a long time returned to vitality again.

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