Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 October 29th, early morning.

　　 Xiaobai slapped his nose happily, squirting a lot of heat, and trot all the way down the street.

　　 After a night of work, the rain was mixed with ice slag, and suddenly it became snowy. The streets of Hyderabad were covered with two or three inches of snow, and snow flakes continued to fall in the dark gray sky.

　　The city hall of the Imperial Capital is still very diligent. Before dawn, workers have already taken to the streets to clean, and at the same time, a layer of salt particles are sprinkled on the street.

　　 Xiaobai ran briskly on the street, and the unique charm of the icefield dragon horse made it very dazzling. On the street, there are already early pedestrians, and many people who know the goods, all staring at Xiao Bai with envy and jealousy.

　　 The Imperial Police Department is a six-story square building with a length and width of about a thousand feet. It covers a huge area and has a thick and serious appearance. Like its representative duties, it gives people a strong psychological pressure.

　　 On the east side of the police department building, the same building with similar shapes and specifications is the Supreme Court of the Empire.

　　 A little south on the east side of the Imperial Supreme Court, it is a five-story building with a length and width of only 500 feet. The building is equally majestic and solemn. This is the office building of the Imperial District Court.

　　 On the south side of these three buildings, there is a three-story building of quite a few years, separated by a justice square of hundreds of acres.

At the entrance of the small building was hung a bronze rusty balance guise. Above the low arched oak door, a bronze nameplate was inlaid on the wall with a line of similarly rusty squiggles engraved on it—— Judicial Club.

　　 The exterior wall of the small building is simple, old and inconspicuous, as low-key as the nameplate squared above the oak door.

Xiaobai ran all the way to the door of the Judicial Club. Joe pulled on the reins, and the temperamental Xiaobai raised his head, roared low, and rushed forward more than ten steps abruptly, before he stopped willingly. Step down.

　　 Rolling his eyes and pulling the corners of his mouth, Xiao Bai spits out the saliva foam, slowly turned his head in muddy water, and returned to the club door.

　　 Lan Mujin and others rode up to chase him. Joe jumped off his horse and threw the reins to a family guard. Then he patted his new police uniform hard, smashing a few pieces of snow stuck to his clothes.

He took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the Royal Hydra badge pinned to the neckline and the row of merit medals hung on the left chest. After polishing them to be immaculate and instructive, he With his head held high, he walked to the judicial club and pushed open the thick oak door.

　　 Lan Hibiscus, Lan Kikyo and Mr. Segengs followed Joe closely and walked into this well-known and special club in the imperial capital's judicial circle.

It was too early. In the lobby on the first floor of the Judicial Club, there were more than 400 neatly arranged dining tables. Only a few youths wrapped in judges’ robes with swollen eyes and darkened smoke rings sat tremblingly at the dining table. Drinking hot coffee by the side.

　　 It was freezing cold outside, and several large fireplaces in the lobby on the first floor of the club had just been lit. Several handymen were throwing chopped wood into the fireplace. The temperature in the lobby was not much different from the outside. Several young judges yawned, and people sneezed twice from time to time. It was obviously freezing cold.

　　 Joe glanced at the young judges.

　　 The light white judges' robes have no marks on them. The clothing in their judges' robes and the leather boots on their feet are relatively rough in terms of material and workmanship.

　　 This is a group of hapless people who are still working as a trainee judge. A group of poor overtime workers, looking at them like this, they spent at least one night last night...

　　 Joe whistled softly. When Tifa was still a trainee judge, she often went home with a huge amount of files to work overtime and stay up late. Joe was not at all surprised by the embarrassing appearance of these hapless people.

　　 More than a hundred well-dressed waiters and maids are busy in the club. They are sorting out the tablecloths on the dining table and spreading them neatly. Every pattern follows the same angle and the same direction.

In the same way, all the tableware on the table, those cups, dishes, knives and forks, wine glasses, etc., the position, angle, and even pattern orientation of these utensils on the table must be exactly the same... This creates a rigid but The beauty of order is refreshing.

　　 Just like the impression that the Durham Empire gave to the outside world, it was rigid and extremely orderly.

Near the gate, a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back and supervising the work of the waiters and maids heard Joe’s whistle. He turned around and took a serious look at Joe. His eyes quickly swept over Hydra on Joe’s collar. Badges, and a few shiny medals of merit hanging on his left chest.

"His Excellency Joe Jong Witto, the Hyderabad Judicial Club welcomes you... Your presence will make the Judicial Club alive and well." The middle-aged man straightened his body and showed Joe a very standard warmth. smile.

"You booked a breakfast seat... I didn't expect you to come so early!" The middle-aged man smiled and bowed slightly to Qiao. "I am Roy Daum, Jr., the duty manager of the Judicial Club, please...here !"

　　 Little Roy smiled and stretched out his hand for guidance.

　　 Joe shrugged his shoulders and laughed ‘huh’.

　　 Yesterday, Joe sent someone here to book a breakfast table. But he really did not expect that this judicial club was as extraordinary as the rumors, the young manager Roy recognized himself as soon as they met.

"Ah, I came a little earlier, but I'm in a good mood, so it is natural to be earlier... Well, I heard that the big figures in the imperial capital's judicial circle will come to you for breakfast or a drink almost all of the time. Morning tea?"

Little Roy smiled implicitly: "You first came to the imperial capital, but you are well informed. That's right, many distinguished lords, they all like to read the newspapers here, exchange a few words with old friends, and drink at the same time before going to the office. Have a cup, or just have breakfast here."

Little Roy glanced at Joe, his gaze scanned the golden Royal Hydra badge again, and then glanced at the trainee judge who was sitting at the dining table tremblingly, yawning, but still insisting on sitting there: " Here we have many opportunities!"

　　 Joe smiled.

　　 Little Roy laughed too.

　　 Led by little Roy, Joe came to the middle of the lobby on the first floor, and took a seat beside a square dining table with Lan Mujin, Lan Kikyo, and Mr. Si Gengsi.

Several trainee judges were holding coffee cups in both hands, their eyes widened, and they looked at the third-level police academy rank on Joe’s shoulder in disbelief, the Hydra badge hanging on his collar, and the merit medals worn on his left chest. .

They looked at these "gorgeous props" on Joe, and looked down at the white robe of the trainee judge on their body. The eyes of several young people could not help being filled with complex emotions of envy, jealousy, and confusion. .

　　 Because of Tifa's relationship, Joe is also full of natural goodwill for the profession of a trainee judge.

　　 He smiled at a few young people who were constantly looking at him, then flipped through the menu open on the table, calmly and calmly ordered a lot of food according to his appetite and hobbies.

"By the way, I’m still on vacation today, and I’m really in a good mood... So, even though it’s morning, I’ll still bring me a good bottle of gold-labeled rum bar... Well, here are you guys. Is it a gold-labeled rum with a rosette print?"

　　 Joe cast a subtle look at Roy: "I heard that the gold-labeled rum with rosette print is the best rum on the market!"

　　 Little Roy stayed for a while, then lowered his voice: "You are a real expert, of course... If you need it, we can provide it here, but..."

　　 Joe and Roy made eye contact, and then they realized that the other person was the right person, so they both laughed at the same time.

Joe’s idea is that the gold-labeled rum with the rose flower print is a smuggled product sold by the Rittal family... Just like the Tomahawk restaurant in Ruhr, Joe also wants to shop for his own business. , Open up some channels.

　　I'm sure that there is smuggled rum from Ritto's family here, so let's talk a lot about it!

　　 And little Roy is sure, Joe is here to dine, not to detect smuggled goods-this is the Judicial Club, smuggled rum from the port of Tulum appears here, it is really a bit subtle, isn't it?

　　 He was sure that Joe really, just wanted a good bottle of wine, then Joe was the VIP guest of the club, there was nothing to worry about!

　　 While Joe was holding a wine glass and slowly tasting the wine, the door of the Justice Club kept opening ~www.ltnovel.com~ The daily morning life of the Justice Club kicked off the curtain.

The 　　 fireplace makes the temperature in the lobby rise rapidly, and the lobby on the first floor gradually becomes lively, but not noisy.

　　 The waiters and maids rushed briskly between the tables like butterflies in flowers. Well-dressed gentlemen, sitting at the dining table, or having breakfast, or tasting fragrant tea or coffee, some people are holding the newspaper they just delivered to read carefully, and some are greeted by friends nearby, joking and laughing, communicate with.

　　 The trainee judges who were still yawning just now, as if they had been beaten up with blood, eagerly approached a few middle-aged men and talked seriously.

　　A lucky guy was allowed to sit down at the dining table, so his face was flushed with excitement, and he was talking endlessly.

　　 There were also people who were cleanly rejected by seemingly polite but indifferent words. They accompanied the smiling faces, bowed carefully and backed down, returned to their seats, and patiently waited for the next candidate, the next opportunity.

　　 Joe drank the wine, carefully tasting the various expressions in the lobby, observing everyone's every move.

　　 His eyebrows are slightly hot and hot. In the words and deeds of these people, he seems to have learned a lot, but he seems to have not caught anything... This is a very strange feeling.

　　 The door of the club was pushed open again, wearing a conservative formal attire, wrapped in a bearskin coat, and wearing a black bearskin hat, Justice Weilun smiled lightly and strode into the judicial club.

　　 "It's a terrible weather, old folks, don't you think?" Justice Weilun yelled as soon as he walked into the club lobby.