Book of Gods and Demons

Three days of vacation!

Leaving the Third University Hospital, Joe chased to the administrative building of the Police Academy, grabbed Franz, and asked for his approval slip, then ran to the Academic Affairs Office and reported his three days to Secretary Baggio. Holiday.

Qiao happily left the Judicial University.

Secretary Baggio held Joe’s leave slip for a while, and then he hurried to Director Hamer’s office.

Director Hamer was silent for a while holding the fake note, and then slowly nodded.

"It seems that someone is specifically targeting our little guy. From the moment he got off the train at Imperial Capital South Station, the conspiracy began. Including Matthew's death...A fourth university elite was actually used as a tool? "

"Why target a young man who has just arrived in the imperial capital?"

"Because of the credit he made?"

Yesterday, after having a confrontation with Vice-President Michaelo and Dean Belfin of the Fourth University, Director Hamer went to the police system to inquire about Qiao's news overnight, so he also knew that some of them were still classified. Inside information that ordinary people simply cannot know.

"Baggio, let's go to Your Excellency Corell." Director Hamer shook the false note in his hand and said word by word: "In the imperial capital, someone is plotting to frame the hero of the empire... There is no doubt that this is shameless. This is a brand new conspiracy."

"Horrible, terrible, if there are people within our Judicial University involved in this conspiracy whirlpool, and become a tool for some people to attack and frame Joe... Then how deep are these enemies of the empire hiding in the imperial capital?"

Director Hamer slapped his desk on the desk: "I don't allow this to happen, never!"

Director Hamer was loyal to the Durham Empire. His divergent thinking and his position gave him a lot of inside information, which reminded him of many other things.

Smart people always think too much!

Hammer rushed into his four-wheeled carriage angrily and rushed all the way to the police department building in the Hyderabad district next to the university city. As he is in the police system, he has the privilege of breaking into the office at any time and seeing the Minister of Police Corell... The two are old friends.

Joe didn't know the mess that he caused.

Throwing away the uniform that had broken a big hole and replacing it with a fur coat with the characteristics of Hyderabad bought yesterday, Joe was bloated like a big bear preparing for the winter, and walked out of the campus of the Judicial University in a relaxed and happy manner.

Outside the main entrance of the Judicial University, in front of a bookstore on the street, Joe gathered the Ya, Lan Hibiscus, Lan Campodium, and Marcos who were drinking coffee in the open-air seats. Except that Mr. Segengs had to deal with the various chores at No. 158 Qingsong Street, he could not be cloned, and the most combative people around Joe had all gathered.

"I know you guys will be very strange, why I can get out of campus today." Qiao triumphantly boasted to Ya and the others: "Because there is a **** who wants to trouble me, but I cheated him 300,000. Kim Mark, also let him be put in a confinement room."

"A trivial little result..."

Qiao Xiangya and others recounted what happened since entering the campus yesterday until this morning.

Hearing that Qiao forced himself to vomit blood, and abruptly blackmailed a tear of compassion from Muteste, and when the price of the top magical potion of the Imperial Capital was three times that of Tulum Harbour, all of Qiao's subordinates changed their faces. It's ugly.

"I need to know what's going on behind this." Qiao tapped it lightly just one morning, and his IQ suddenly soared several percent of his head. He felt that his current brain was indeed getting better and better. .

He can even notice many details that he would never pay attention to on weekdays, and think of many countermeasures that he would never think of on weekdays.

"In Ruhr City, the appearance of Chachalin was very wrong. He didn't seem to come at Marcos, but at us." Qiao said with a serious analysis: "In the imperial capital, that horse Xiu, and those stupid students, and this Duden... I feel that they are in the same group."

"They want to calculate me, then they are the enemy. To find them, I will put them into beer kegs, fill them with the best quality volcanic ash cement, and then throw them into the Lan Yin River!"

"It's a pity that Hyderabad doesn't face the sea? It's a pity!"

Qiao grumbled sadly.

Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo took the initiative to invite Ying, and left with Yaya Peter and others. Lan Mujin is very reticent, and Lan Kikyo’s statement is extremely clear. They are all active policemen. They are all from the port of Tulum... Now everyone is eating with Joe. Who dares to target Joe is to target All of them.

Ten people including Lanmu Hibiscus, Lankiji, and Yaya Peter, they are all the most elite scouts who came back from the front line of the Lulai Plain.

Marcos promised that they could mobilize the elite fighters of the Blood Axe battle group at will.

Marcos was also on the front line of the Lulai Great Plains, the elite of the Imperial Scout Camp, and in the Blood Axe battle group, there were at least two or three hundred elites who withdrew from the scout camp.

Under the leadership of Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo, it is hard to imagine how destructive they can burst out.

Especially... Joe is rich, isn't he?

Money is not omnipotent, and force is not omnipotent, but the combination of money and force, the entire mainland of Medland can resist the existence of this combination, very few.

With a black bearskin top hat on, Joe became more and more like a big furry walking bear.

He took a few people around the campus of the Judicial University, starting from Tianping Street, and familiarizing himself with the roads around several nearby universities.

Throughout the university district, the Police College of the Judicial University implements militarized management.

Except for the Police Academy, the entire campus of the Imperial Military University is lined with guards everywhere, and the entire university is under military control all year round.

Except for these two places, other schools in the University District have wide open gates and no walls. Residents and tourists in the imperial capital can enter and exit at will, and they are simply public scenic spots.

After going around for a long time, just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Joe took the people to the food street again.

The food street during the day seems to have insufficient firepower. Although the restaurants and pubs on the roadside are open, there are very few guests. On the contrary, the business of mobile food stalls on the roadside is quite prosperous. From time to time, you can see messy hair, haggard faces, and disheveled clothes. Most young people with eyes on their faces come and go to buy food at these stalls.

After walking more than a thousand feet on the food street, Joe at least saw two absent-minded young people holding food while gnawing, and slamming their heads against the tree or the wall on the corner of the street.

"Ha, these guys, aren't they stupid!" Joe thought of his current IQ of eighty-four, and smiled with a sense of superiority.

"No, Master Qiao, they are the hope of the empire." Marcos has had the experience of fighting in the imperial capital, and he is quite clear about the situation in the imperial capital: "These guys are the real elites of several universities in the imperial capital... You see them dull, it's actually because they don't have any free energy to pay attention to their lives."

"Many of them are smarter than the ordinary citizens of the imperial capital...how much smarter, I don't know...because of wisdom, there is no way to weigh it." Marcos said in a deep voice, "I don't know, they Think of something, but what they are thinking about in their heads must be extremely important to the empire."

"If I remember correctly, 20 years ago, on the anniversary of the First University, Her Majesty said that many students of the First University, each of them is worth more than a fully armed full-armed field division. Marcos shrugged his shoulders: "I know how strong a fully armed full-armed field division is. Her Majesty's words will not exaggerate too much, so think about it!"

Qiao pondered for a while, and then he muttered in a low voice: "A person is comparable to a field division? Give me time, and I can do it too!"

Marcos lightly patted Joe on the shoulder: "Your future combat power will make you worth far more than a field division... But these guys, they don't practice breathing, they are the most ordinary ordinary people. ... Therefore, their brains are very valuable... They are the real hope of the empire."

"We can only make the empire'strong' in a certain place... and they can make the entire empire'average''strong'." Marcos murmured: "This is the difference between muscles and brains."

"Your words are a bit complicated." Joe frowned, understanding Marcos' words a little bit.

"This is the year...the year..." Marcos was silent for a while, and he said faintly: "This is what the most respected person in my life said to me in the past~www.ltnovel.com~ I also find it a bit complicated. , But it definitely makes sense."

Qiao pouted his mouth, his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly and staggeringly.

He came to the entrance of the old grandmother's tavern, and a shriveled old woman suddenly sprang out of the tavern, very agile. She jumped up like a monkey and grabbed Joe's arm.

"Joe, Joe, what a coincidence, I ran into you here... Ha, ha, I said, we will definitely see you again, look, how, you are now in my place... Come on, come on, Come in, I will personally be the old grandmother's loving crockpot potato sirloin for you to eat!"

Joe's eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the old lady who was clutching her arm and smiling like a chrysanthemum.

This is the old woman from Ruhr, who sold brown bread early in the morning and was almost robbed by a group of gangsters?

"You, why are you here? You are not, here, in Ruhr City...your brown bread..." Joe stammered speechless.

"A few days ago, I went to visit relatives in Ruhr City. One of my distant cousins ​​married in Ruhr City. The brown bread was also the business of their family's mill.” The old lady selling bread in Ruhr City happily pulled Joe's arm pulled him into the old grandmother's tavern.

"My own home is actually in Hyderabad. I'm good at making bread, but I'm actually good at cooking all kinds of home-cooked dishes. Oh, by the way, I'm the head chef and bartender at the old grandmother's tavern. ."

"Joe, dear Joe, what do you want to eat or drink today, I will treat you."

"From now on, you have to take care of the business a lot!"

"But I'm very surprised, why do you wander around in the college town during the day?"

The old lady blinked quickly, glanced at Marcos, then glanced at Teeth, and then glanced over Joe followed by a dozen subordinates.