Book of Gods and Demons

October 26th, afternoon.

Lan Mujin led the way, perhaps because of the strange psychological feelings between the twin brothers?

In short, Joe went out smoothly with Lan Kikyo, who hadn't returned overnight.

An abandoned pier on the southern outskirts of Hyderabad, next to the Lanin River.

The dilapidated warehouses are huge in scale, with iron tracks criss-crossed and covered with rust. The trestle bridges extend into the Lanyin River. The longest trestle bridge is half a mile long, enough to accommodate the first class battleships.

Judging from the scale, this pier used to be booming.

The prosperity of the past has long gone with the wind and rain, and now this abandoned wharf, which is several miles away, has become a camp for the Portusians.

In the core area of ​​the wharf, there are hundreds of large and small warehouses. Some windows are sealed by wooden boards, and some windows are filled with colorful curtains. Large groups of unclothed children are like stray rats, screaming with weird noises, running around the camp, rushing in and out of windows.

The camp is full of various and weird utensils, or simply rubbish.

There are broken marble statues, plaster statues without heads, various tables and chairs with arms and legs, bed cabinets, and more bottles and cans. I don’t know what it is, they are just piled up in the warehouse. Between the open spaces.

In these mess of ‘garbage’, a few pieces of coarse cloth can enclose a small space that blocks the line of sight.

Portusse men with red cheeks came and went in and out of these small spaces, and women's sharp, exaggerated calls came out of these small spaces, and they spread far and wide...

From time to time, scurrying children sneak up to these small spaces and raise the coarse cloth curtains to peek inside...

Far away, there will be a few grim-faced old women who swear loudly, but no one really stops these children.

Joe stood on the roof of a warehouse in the distance, concealing his figure with a pile of broken bricks, and squinted his eyes to look out at the chaotic, messy, and smoky Potuse camp.

The countries of the mainland of Medland are entangled in grievances with each other, countries are friends with each other, countries are enemies with each other, and between ethnic groups and ethnic groups, there are also various "historical grievances" with a long history, and mutual love and hatred are intertwined. .

There is only one ethnic group that has been despised and hostile by all countries and ethnic groups on the Medland mainland.

Portusese...

No one in Medland is friends with them. They are like foreign objects with a rotten smell from the sewer, and everyone is afraid of them.

No territory, no history, no culture, no faith.

No one knows how many people they have, no one cares how they survive.

They are like duckweeds, floating around, wandering in wind and rain, humble but stubbornly alive... At all costs, they are humble but repulsive alive.

Some people say-‘Potuses are a plague, as long as one Bose appears in any place, there will be thousands of Portuses in three to five years’ time!"

Some people say-‘Portusians are born sinners, stealing, robbery, blackmail, fornication, they have committed all the sins that humans can imagine.’

Some people say-‘Portusians are natural disasters. Wherever they appear, the prices of nearby housing prices and other fixed assets will continue to fall at a rate of more than 10% per year’.

Joe looked at the chaotic camp.

Lan Kikyo was by his side, whispering what he had seen and heard from yesterday to the present.

After Stuart IX blackmailed a large sum of money from Joe, he took people out of Hyderabad city as quickly as possible. He took out a gold mark from his small vault and asked his confidant to purchase a large amount of cheap wine and meat, which he distributed to his tribal people.

There are nearly 30,000 Potuses in this campsite.

After receiving the meat and wine distributed by King Stuart IX, nine out of ten Portusians were drunk, and many of them are still not sober.

In the early hours of today, Stuart had brought dozens of confidants and wanted to leave the camp secretly, but was stopped by the four elders and their confidants who had been sober in the camp.

Joe's eyes widened: "This guy, he wants to abscond with the money?"

Lan Kikyo showed a subtle smile, and he nodded vigorously: "Joe, the two traveler's checks you gave him are enough for him to go to any place on the mainland to be a happy rich man and live a lifetime in comfort."

Qiao pursed his lips and smiled: "He failed to run into...the four elders..."

Lan Kikyo shook his head: "It's not the problem of the four elders anymore. Uh, there are a dozen large and small Potusa tribes in the suburbs of Hyderabad..."

Lan Kikyo showed a very weird smile.

Joe nodded thoughtfully, rubbed his chin and looked at a well-preserved three-story building at the core of the camp.

This three-story building used to be the office of the management committee of this dock area. It was carefully constructed with a lot of financial and material resources. The building body is very strong and the materials used for interior decoration are also very solid.

After many years of being abandoned, the ceiling, wallpaper, and floor of the small building have been kept in good condition. Stuart IX's clansmen sorted out the place, and filled it with a large amount of barely usable discarded furniture from various places, and this small building had a scene of 60 to 70% of its heyday.

In the reception hall on the first floor, Stuart IX, who calls himself "Your Majesty the King", is grimly looking at the group of "honorable guests" sitting next to him.

Dozens of them wore strange robes of various colors, and their heads were made of messy materials such as copper, iron, tin, and wood. The crowns were extremely rough in appearance, or hideous in appearance, or insidious, evil, or treacherous, in any case. A man and woman who looked like good people stared at Stuart IX with red eyes.

Among these people, there are two emperors, three kings, seven or eight dukes, and the others also have noble titles. The worst one also claims to be earls... Well, what’s more amazing is that there is also a man and a woman. Two archbishops!

The two archbishops were also the two most willing to spend on clothing and accessories among the people present.

The man, he really wore a patched, authentic bishop's robe of the Golden Oak Church, and even on his chest, there was a palm-sized golden oak icon made of pure gold. .

And that woman, she also wore a robe of the great nun of the Silver Laurel Church, and a silver laurel crown made of pure silver on her head.

Everyone stared at Stuart IX with piercing eyes. They...have been in this living room, enthusiastically ‘discussing’ for several hours. The stingy King Stuart IX didn't even send a glass of water. Everyone had dry mouth and cheeks flushed red.

With a heavy cough, a burly man wearing a big red aristocratic robe with a gold belt tied around his waist, and self-proclaimed'His Majesty the Emperor', stomped his feet heavily: "Stuart, speaking of it, I am you. My cousin... your father owes me the money. As his heir, you should pay me back."

"Back then, with a lion's tail, your father crossed the Lawrence Mountains and migrated from the middle of Medland to the Durham Empire. He was too poor at that time. If I hadn't lent him 200,000 gold marks, he and the lion's tail would have been early I starved to death in the middle of the road."

"Thirty years, thirty years!" The burly emperor threw a snot on the ground: "According to our Portusse loan rules, the interest for a year is at least 20 points."

"We are relatives, so we are not good at calculating compound interest. The interest of 40,000 gold marks a year will be 1.2 million in 30 years. Plus 200,000 principal, you will give me one hundred and forty. Wanjinmark!"

The burly emperor looked at Stuart IX deeply: "We are relatives. Don't hurt our previous family relationship for a little money."

Stuart IX gritted his teeth: "I have never heard of this."

The burly man smiled slightly: "I have witnesses. In my lion head tribe, at least ten thousand people know this. Ten thousand people can be witnesses."

Stuart IX spread out his hands and sneered: "But no one in my lion tail tribe knows about this."

Next to King Stuart IX, an elder of the Lion's Tail Tribe stood up slowly: "Stuart, your Majesty Cadillac is right about this matter... You were still young at the time, you don’t remember anything, but I’m Remember clearly."

Next to King Stuart IX, another elder stood up abruptly and hit the elder’s shoulder with a cane: "Fart, why don’t I remember this? Our lion tail is indeed in debt. But the creditor is His Majesty Chrysler of Lion Tooth."

The two elders suddenly became a ball.

Outside the small building, hundreds of people gathered at the front and back doors, and the hideous men who kept the small building impenetrable suddenly screamed. They roared hysterically and waved the messy weapons in their hands to intimidate anyone around them.

In the chaos, Qiao had already sneaked into the small building, accompanied by Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo, and went straight to the third floor of the small building.

In the original archives of the Wharf Management Committee, Lan Mujin stunned a dozen henchmen sent by Stuart IX and the four elders who were guarding here.

Joe pushed open a row of bookshelves according to Lan Kikyo's instructions ~www.ltnovel.com~, revealing a thick mountain shield safe behind.

Laplahi was empathetic, and he directly said the password of the safe.

In the horrified gaze of Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo’s "Like Seeing Heaven and Human", Qiao skillfully entered the password once, opened the safe with ease, and retrieved the two traveler's cheques he had been blackmailed yesterday.

Inside the safe, there were hundreds of thousands of gold notes in cash, as well as hundreds of jewels, necklaces, rings, bracelets and other jewels...Joe unceremoniously took out a big cloth bag and swept away these treasures. , Not even a broken diamond is left.

"Unexpectedly they look like a bunch of poor ghosts, their boss is so rich?" Joe carefully looked up and down in the safe, and found that there was indeed no secret compartment in the safe, quietly. As he did when he sneaked in, he left quietly.

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