Book of Gods and Demons

　　Medland Glory Calendar November 10th, 1379.

　　 A cold wave originating from the northern ice sheet, whistling across the northern sea of ​​ice, whistling across the northern territory of the Durham Empire, it took a few days, and finally came to Hyderabad.

　　 The temperature has plummeted, and it has reached about minus ten degrees.

　　 Goose feathers fell heavily, and the world was silvery white, and even the large and small rivers that flowed through Hyderabad were frozen by ice and snow. In Hydra Palace, a group of royal swans kept their heads dumb and wailed in the ice and snow.

　　 completely unsuited to the ice and snow in the north, Joe, wearing a full set of white bear leather jackets, stood trembling on the terrace of Salian's bedroom, playing the game he learned from a little palace lady yesterday.

　　 He has a thermos bottle by his hand, holding a cup, pours boiling water into the cup, and then forcefully sprays the water in the cup to the sky.

　　 "Puff"!

　　 As soon as the steaming boiling water was sprinkled on the sky, the ice crystals that quickly turned into a big canopy fell one after another.

　　 Joe smiled ‘hehehe’, he was a little bit happy about this naive game.

　　 interesting, too interesting.

　　 In Tulum Port, there is no chance to play such a game. How can this kind of dripping ice occur in Tulum Port where the temperature is above 25 degrees all year round?

　　 A fluffy white ice crystal spouted continuously in the air, and Qiao's vigorous laughter spread far away with the cold wind.

　　 Inside the palace, in an office, Salian stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, frowning at Joe standing on the distant terrace: "This kid is like an eight-year-old..."

　　Mata XIII stood beside Salian, and raised his wine glass in a very good mood: "The childlike innocence is still young, this is a good thing."

Salian sighed and shook his head. He turned around, looked at King Mata XIII, and asked him very seriously: "I didn't ask him about the origin of those drawings. On your side, have you found anything useful? Intelligence?"

　　Mata XIII was silent.

　　 It took a little more than a week, and many things were verified on the drawings that Joe gave.

　　 A new type of artillery with an amazing range.

　　 A new type of shell with great lethality.

　　 A new explosive-powder of nitrification-chemical-glycerin-oil which is far more powerful than black powder.

　　Also, Jules Silver Hammer took the tribe’s hand-made verification samples, those new rifles with amazing power, terrible rate of fire, terrible range, and continuous firing, as well as new weapons known as ‘machine guns’.

　　 The success of the test of each verification product made the empire's senior who knew the inside story excited.

But in this excitement, everyone is almost heart-piercing in curiosity-Joe, where did he get these, technically ahead of the current Medland mainstream ordnance for decades, and even possible Is it a drawing hundreds of years ahead?

　　Salian did not question Joe face-to-face, but Mata XIII used the power of the court secret guard and the imperial intelligence system to investigate the whereabouts of Joe before and after arriving in the imperial capital.

Mata XIII was silent for a long time before he pursed his lips and smiled: "A very interesting thing, it is really interesting. In the past few days, a few court ladies who helped him take care of his clothes and appearance have found a picture on him. Funny little card."

"Perhaps he didn't pay too much attention to keeping it secret... Or, he didn't take it as the same thing... Or, did he intentionally let us see it?" Shaking his head, Mata XIII said leisurely: "But, look. Looking at him now, he is like a child...Perhaps, he didn't take this thing seriously, right?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Mata XIII smiled brightly: "This thing is so interesting. Weilun, he made the stupidest decision in his life. He, a non-staff Eleventh-level member, he targeted A'real' Al member made his move."

　　 "A real Al member?" Salian muttered these words.

"Yeah, the'real' Al member. Sallian, you know what I mean. This kid, and Weilun, after having a certain reputation and reputation, took the initiative to apply for Al's'supernumerary', semi-public Members are different."

　　 "This kid is probably a disciple of a big figure in Al, a true member of Al in the inner circle."

Mata XIII murmured: "That's good. We have one more channel to deal with them. Moreover, compared with those old and cunning old guys, such Al's "children" are more suitable for us. Interest, isn’t it?"

　　 Salian grinned: "So, those drawings..."

Mata XIII solemnly said: "The Imperial Academy of Sciences has analyzed the paper used in the drawings. The material is very unique, the workmanship is extremely sophisticated, the texture and performance are extremely excellent. Today, no country in Medland can produce this level. paper."

　　 "They suspect that this is a relic from those unspeakable times...These drawings are also taboos in a sense."

　　Mata XIII picked up the wine glass and took another sip: "We all know that the Al organization is very good at robbing ancient tombs and digging up ruins... These drawings are probably from one of their unexpected gains?"

"Why, us?" Salian frowned and murmured: "We can verify these drawings, they can't do it. Such a valuable drawing is really...just because Joe wants to exonerate, so Let us get it?"

　　Mata XIII was silent again.

　　 He frowned, squinted, his eyes fixed on the dark brown liquor in the quilt, lost in thought.

After a while, he murmured: "Who knows? In history, Al has done similar things to help one country become stronger and let another country die... Maybe Al wants to see the situation on the mainland. There is turbulence."

Shaking his head, Mata XIII smiled indifferently: "Perhaps, we think too much. This is actually a...a beautiful accident. For some reason, Joe got these drawings from some channels, and then he actually didn’t He didn't understand the true value of these drawings, so he handed them over and prepared to use them for exoneration."

　　 Salian turned around, and through the floor-to-ceiling window again, he looked at Joe who was playing happily in the distance and was smirking.

"Perhaps you are up to the point... I also think that he doesn't know what those drawings mean... In fact, he only needs to give one-tenth, or even one-hundredth of it, to get him off. Get rid of all crimes."

　　Salian slowly smiled and said, "We were very surprised. We took a big advantage?"

　　Mata XIII let out a sigh of relief: "We are very lucky, Salian. Think about it, if these drawings are not in your hands, but...by others."

Salian said without looking back: "Don't worry, I will keep those drawings. I will maximize their value. I will benefit the empire infinitely. However, the ownership of those drawings is mine. Yes, do you agree?"

　　Mata XIII frowned: "Okay, okay, just like your grandmother, you have the desire to monopolize everything-hope is too strong."

Shaking his head, Mata XIII sighed: "However, this is the nature of your Hyderabad family...Salien, don't let any'outsiders' have any chance to contact these drawings. So, I will adjust A team of newly trained Hydra's secret guards are given to you, and since then, they have completely obeyed your orders."

Salian raised his brows, turned around with a spring breeze, and bowed gently to Mata XIII: "Grandfather, thank you so much... For the benefit of the empire, I will definitely work hard and fulfill my duties... uh, but Don't forget the contribution of this kid."

King Mata XIII stared directly at Joe while playing through the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Of course not... this kid... luck would be better. Well, protect him and don't let anyone threaten him. He, don't let him out of your sight."

"But, also pay attention, don't let him mistakenly think that you are monitoring him, don't let him mistakenly think that the royal family that you represent doesn't trust him...You must grasp this degree." Mata XIII murmured: "If all is just a coincidence, then, good... If all this is not a coincidence, the Al Organization does come in contact with us through him, then, better."

　　 ‘咚, 咚咚’!

　　 Someone knocked on the office door, and then Merlin pushed the door and walked in.

　　He stood at the door and said calmly: "His Royal Highness, Ruhr City Coal and Metallurgical Association, the representative of the top twelve deacon families, please join us to see you... They are visiting secretly and they demand that their whereabouts be kept secret.

　　Mata XIII and Salian looked at each other and smiled.

　　 The Big Sheep came to the door.

　　Some people made the wrong decision. They provoked the majesty of the imperial royal family. They must pay the price.

　　 And these treacherous and greedy businessmen, if they have to pay the price... Ha ha, take a look, the top twelve deacon family’s paternal representatives, and they are visiting secretly, and their whereabouts must be kept secret!

　　 There are too many things that can be said here, too much.

"Then, go and meet them. This year's New Year should be a very good one." Mata XIII smiled brightly: "A large sum of funds is about to be put into storage, to be honest, although this is too bad for copper. , But making money always makes people happy."

　　 An hour later, Merlin found Joe who was teasing a group of swans with fodder on an icy river in Hyderabad Palace. He was chased by a group of swans with flapping wings.

"His Excellency Joe, the second floor coal metallurgical consortium, the top twelve deacon family’s patriarch representatives, please join us... They have already won the consent of His Royal Highness Mata and His Highness Salian. They are willing to do what they have done before What's incorrect, I will give you enough compensation."

　　 Joe stopped abruptly.

　　 A few fierce male swans screamed ‘Ang Ang’, and they threw up and pecked at Joe with their hard beaks.

　　 Joe stretched out his fingers, and flicked the heads of these male swans with a ‘dong dong dong’, knocking them out abruptly. He looked at Merlin and asked curiously: "Compensation? What compensation is sufficient?"

Merlin smiled slightly and lowered his voice: "His Royal Highness Salian means that you can as much as you want, and claim from them according to your wishes... His Highness Salian said, I believe that no matter how high your price is, they will agree. ."

　　 Joe's eyes lit up suddenly.