Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 The temperature is getting colder and colder, and the winter in Hyderabad is so unpleasant.

　　 In the morning, some icy raindrops fell from the sky, but in the afternoon, the raindrops had turned into small ice scum. Experienced locals in Hyderabad know that a heavy snowfall is already in sight.

　　 Joe first rode to the head office of the Royal Bank of the Empire, took millions of gold marks in cash, rented a private vault, and deposited a large amount of banknotes and gold coins in the private vault.

　　 In this seemingly inexplicable process for outsiders, one million cash has disappeared without a trace.

　　 Joe also got a small piece of paper as expected, which recorded some weird materials and how to use these materials to purify and strengthen the abyssal dark elf potions and refining potions.

　　 Standing in a small vault about ten feet long and wide, Joe shakes the small note in his hand and asks abruptly: "If I give this piece of paper to the Empire... how much do you think it is worth?"

Laplace was silent for a long time, and after a while, he muttered a little hesitantly: "My thoughts about people... This problem is very complicated. I don't want to waste my energy on this issue. ...This is not knowledge, blushing, this is not knowledge!"

Joe shook the small note on his hand, and his eyes gradually flickered with bright crimson light: "Laplace, you say, is it possible? I used the knowledge I bought from you with one million gold marks. Is anyone willing to use ten million or even more in exchange for it?"

Laplace was silent again for a long time, and then he hesitated and muttered: "Perhaps, yes? If you can do it...then, just do it with you...I am absolutely fair Laplace, you buy knowledge The price is absolutely fair and reasonable... Outside of this, how much profit you can make is your business!"

　　 Joe raised the small note in his hand and kissed it lightly.

　　 He carried a suitcase full of cash, opened the heavy vault door, and strode out. The VIP director of the Royal Bank Headquarters, with four large-scale escorts, slowly closed the door of the vault behind Joe.

Leaving the Royal Bank headquarters, Joe rushed to a short distance, on the east side of Hydra Palace, at the southeast corner of the Royal Theater, a three-story building with a sense of historical vicissitudes and a solemn and conservative appearance of the Durham Empire. .

　　The gray granite exterior wall, dark brown roof tiles, and the window frames on the exterior wall are all made of oak. Years of wind, frost and rain, make the oak window frames all dark black. The entire building looks inconspicuous, but here is the largest semi-public stronghold of the Al organization in Hyderabad.

　　 Whisper Forest Club, a very interesting name.

　　As its name suggests, in the entire building, everyone speaks softly, moves gently, and behaves naturally. It's not as smoky as the Masked Cat Club in Port Tulum, nor is it pretending to be upright like the September Club in Ruhr City, deliberately showing a mysterious feeling.

It feels like a very ordinary upper-class social place. Even when Joe was at the gate, he didn't get any trouble. He said the word'Al' and said that he had something to ask for help. The number of people came in.

　　 When entering the door, the gatekeeper was just telling Joe and his party not to make a big noise here, and not to disrupt the good order here.

　　Walking into the Whispering Forest Club, there is an oak bulletin board facing him. There are dozens of papers posted on it. There are guidelines for the club's functions, some information about rewards and help, and some requests for exchanges and transactions.

　　 At the top of the notice board, there is a line of eye-catching silver writing telling all visitors that the information on the notice board is incomplete. If there are more and more advanced demands, you can go to the front desk to ask for help from professional service personnel.

　　 Behind the notice board is a circular hall with a diameter of more than two hundred feet. Facing the notice board and leaning against the wall, there was a semi-circular stone counter. Behind them stood a dozen young girls with slender builds, beautiful faces and neat uniforms.

　　 These girls all wear long hair, and their black uniforms look a bit like army dresses, but they have made subtle changes in many details. After wearing these girls, they appear to be taller, with a rugged body, which is a little more attractive out of thin air.

　　 A few well-dressed youths stood in front of the counter, chatting with the girl in front of them without a word.

　　 Joe saw at a glance that these guys are nothing serious, they just took a fancy to the looks of the girls behind the counter, and hooked up here-little girl.

　　 A group of scumbags who are not doing their jobs.

　　 Joe shook his heavy suitcase, the corners of his mouth curled up, and glanced at the young men very mockingly.

　　 With her head high and her chest tall, she strode to the counter. Joe turned to the light gold hair behind the counter, with a little natural wavy, the oval face is delicate and soft, and the temperament is quite elegant, the girl smiled.

　　 It is very inexplicable. Ever since he opened up a sea of ​​spirits and raised his IQ to a normal level, when Joe saw these beautiful girls, he always felt that his heartbeat was a little faster and the blood flow rate was a little faster.

　　 This kind of change happened in the past two days, and Joe was a little puzzled and puzzled.

　　 However, he has a strong instinct of ‘Crimson’. These inexplicable rapid heartbeats and accelerated blood flow can be suppressed by his own instincts.

　　 It’s just that, the young lady who looks almost two years older than Joe... She just smiled, and Joe couldn’t help his eyes light up, grinning, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

　　 Those ambiguous sonnets once written by Golkin, something that Joe had long forgotten to the horizon, somehow came out in his mind...

　　 Qiao leaned slightly on the counter, and smiled brightly at the pale blonde girl: "A beautiful girl like a skylark above the prairie under the blue sky...Can you help me in confusion find the way to the other shore?"

　　 Ya and Mr. Si Gengsi had a shiver, and the two subconsciously stepped back, looking at Joe like a ghost!

**** it……

　　Such words shouldn’t come out of Joe’s mouth!

　　 At that moment, the two of them thought that it was the young master Golkin who was fighting in the Lanyin Corridor ran back!

This kind of exaggerated romantic words, in the entire Rittal family, only Gorkin can speak...The young master Gorkin of the Rittal family, but when he was fourteen, he could hold roses. , Lighting candles, playing the violin on the balcony of the girl's house, the'natural love'!

　　 But this kind of thing happened to Joe... Joe is... ghost upper body?

　　 Ya looked at Mr. Si Gengsi, he opened his mouth slightly, and asked Mr. Si Gengsi with his lips, whether he had shown Joe some bad and unscrupulous market novels in the past two days?

　　 Mr. Si Gengsi stared innocently, he didn't do anything, he swears!

　　 The girl behind the counter smiled ‘chichi’.

　　 To be honest, although Joe is a bit fatter and too tall, his looks are not ugly. On the contrary, because of his round face, he has an indescribable affinity.

Moreover, although he is so huge, as huge as a wild bear, it is obvious that he is very young, and it can even be said that he is very immature...because his skin has become too white, many people Even misunderstood, Joe may be only fifteen or six years old?

　　 "Dear Sir, can I help you? Whisper the Forest Club, I would like to use the greatest enthusiasm to help all the friends who come to the door." The girl smiled so that her eyes were bent into two small crescents.

　　 A dozen other girls behind the counter, especially the girls who were entangled by a few dandies, all looked over here.

　　 Compared to these boring little dandies, Joe no doubt feels much more comfortable.

　　 Especially... the dozen or so entourages behind Joe, just by looking at the clothes and temperament of these people, you know that Joe has an extraordinary background.

"I need some weird goods." Joe gently placed a three-foot-long, two-foot-wide, and five-inch thick leather suitcase on the counter, making a muffled sound: "For example, Abyssal Dragon Claw Grass...I know that the Al Organization has great magical powers. I have had extremely friendly exchanges with the Al Organization in Tulum Port and Ruhr City."

　　 A few dudes keenly felt the changes in the expressions of the girls behind the counter. These ‘little bitches’ all focused their attention on Joe.

　　 Several dudes who were leaning on the counter stood up straight, and they glanced at each other, wondering who would come out to investigate Joe's details. The dudes also have dude's rules of conduct. Before they can find out the details of Joe, the dudes are not all idiots who just meet each other!

　　 Joe gave a soft cough, he untied the big cloak he was wearing outside, and handed the cloak to the back.

　　 A family guard took over Joe's cloak.

　　 A few dudes stared in amazement, staring dullly at the medals hanging on Joe's body. The Thorns Meritorious Medal, the Wolf Meritorious Police Medal, the Silver Osmanthus Meritorious Medal...that's all, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com and the golden three-headed snake medal on the neckline.

　　 A few dudes didn't say a word, turned around and left.

　　 Hell today, Whispering the Forest Club has come to a raptor across the river, it’s better not to stay for a long time, it’s better to leave quickly.

　　 Joe looked down at the police uniform on his body, then touched a few medals hanging on his body, and suddenly grinned. He finally understood the persuasion of the first-level police officer—young man, sometimes it shouldn’t be too low-key.

　　The trouble that can be solved with a medal, why must it be bloody?

'Snapped'!

　　 A crisp slap in the face sounded, and this heavy slap in the large hall echoed.

A rampant voice suddenly sounded: "Velenya, you little **** from the country, if you accept my sponsorship, you must attend my private dinner... In Hyderabad, I let you do it. What, just do what you do!"

　　 "Valenya"?

　　 Joe's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned around with a ‘huh’.

　　 Ya and Mr. Skeins move faster than Joe-‘Veluna’? Is it that Velenya? They are all loyal fans of the little opera star Miss Velenya in Port Tulum!

In the huge hall, the petite Miss Valenya wrapped in a thick mink cloak, standing shivering near the gate, a young man in a Chinese dress took seven or eight companions, from all directions Surrounded her.

Joe grinned, he raised his right hand and yelled loudly: "Miss Velenya, it's a coincidence, how could I meet you in the Imperial Capital? Haha, as two country bumpkins, it is not easy to meet in the Imperial Capital. "