Book of Gods and Demons

Imperial Capital, Headquarters of the Ministry of Supervision.

Compared with other parallel departments of the empire, the Ministry of Supervision of the Empire, which was formed after Margaret III's accession to the throne, had always been a temporary office space in the early days.

As the Ministry of Supervision has become more and more powerful and deterrent, the headquarters building that really belongs to the Ministry of Supervision was officially completed about twenty years ago.

This is a square building built with gray marble in the traditional style of the Durham Empire.

The 13-storey building is square, each side is nearly a mile long, and the dark gray exterior walls are made of black basalt window frames with special black glass, and the panels are painted in black. The windows are like cold and merciless eyes, staring at everything in all directions.

On the third floor of the Ministry of Supervision Building, in the temporary custody room, Joe yawned and sat lazily on a single bed made of iron sheets, watching the darkening sky outside the small head-sized window with eyesight.

"It's over!" Qiao smiled wryly.

It was easy to get the first place in the monthly exam for a freshman, and got two precious days of vacation. According to the rules of the Military University, he must rush back to cancel his vacation and report in before 7pm.

It is already past six o'clock, and he is still detained in the Supervision Department. It is obviously too late.

Meditate on the school regulations of the Military University, the students who don't cancel the leave on time... the consequences are disastrous.

Joe shook his head, sighed, and yelled at several inspectors walking around outside the iron fence of the detention room: "I am innocent, I am the victim... It was the bavarian **** who tried to assassinate me, but I did not go. Trouble him."

Several inspectors looked at Joe, then shook their heads without saying a word.

The incident was so violent that it had already alarmed most of the imperial capitals, and even blown up the diplomatic circle of the entire imperial capital.

Several high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Durham Empire were photographing the desk of the Minister of Supervision Wenzel in desperation, hoarsely demanding severe punishment of ‘an imperial scum named Joe’.

The ambassadors to the Durham Empire from hundreds of countries, including the Kingdom of Ice and Sea, the Kingdom of Saint Xia, the United Kingdom of Nice, and the Republic of Gaul, are also excited about watching the excitement and not worrying about trouble. With a large group of attachés rushed to the Supervision Department.

They are looking at the outside of Wenzel's office, looking forward to the further development of this matter.

Even the ambassador of the United Kingdom of Nice to the Durham Empire has opened the market privately. Many ambassadors and embassy officials have placed bets-one, they bet on the life and death of Bavaria; two, they bet on the causes and consequences of things; three, they bet on Joe The end!

If you look at the current handicap alone, Joe has a high probability of being executed.

Ninety-nine percent of ambassadors and embassy officials placed a heavy bet that Joe would not survive.

The matter is too big, too much trouble.

Except for Bavaria, whose whereabouts are unknown, the Lucian Empire's Embassy in the Duren Empire suffered heavy losses this time.

Their chief military officer and lieutenant, as well as seven or eight extraordinary Tier 6 generals, died seven or eight. Only one lucky person who saw the chance survived, but he was also cut off by Marcos’ heavy axe. leg.

This lucky guy, who is now in the imperial capital, is looking for a Lucia merchant to borrow money, and wants to go to the St. Mayan Cathedral to buy a powerful magic potion to connect his broken leg.

The civil servants of the Lucia Embassy also lost more than a dozen of them. The only survivors were Eugene and Shilov. But Eugene and Shilov were also seriously injured, especially Eugene, his vital part was attacked and kicked by Lan Kikyo... The man's function was basically lost by 80%.

As a diplomat in the embassy, ​​Eugene seemed to have good connections in the imperial capital.

In Wenzel's office, a marquise, two marquises, three countesses, and four countesses are besieging Wenzel with the advantage of women.

They put forward an extremely powerful argument: "When did the Durham Empire become a den of thieves? If the personal safety of friendly diplomats cannot be guaranteed, where is the dignity of the empire?"

They shouted an extremely deterrent slogan: "Severely punish the murderer, long live justice!"

In addition to these official figures, the big boss behind the Hyacinth Hotel, the contemporary head of a senior founding duke family of the empire, also sent his personal secretary.

This personal secretary, who owns the title of Earl of the Empire, did not bully or be aggressive. He just sincerely asked Wenzel a question-half of the building of the Hyacinth Hotel was collapsed, seriously injuring ninety-five guests. , More than 300 guests were slightly injured, and there were more than 200 injured servants, maids, chefs, bartenders and other service personnel.

Who pays for the soup, medicine and pension of these people?

Who will bear the maintenance cost of the hotel building?

During the maintenance of the hotel building, who should compensate for the loss of Hyacinth Hotel’s suspension of business?

Even if the repairs are completed and the hotel resumes business, who is responsible for the heavy loss of reputation caused by today’s events and the passing of new and old guests?

You deserve to be a real old-school noble, and they don't make noise or clamor, but they are very serious about reasoning with you and presenting the facts.

The personal secretary took out a long list of how many antique tables and chairs were broken, how many pots and pans were destroyed, and how many bottles of collection-grade wine were crushed except for the injured guests and service staff. and many more……

The sum of these losses is an astronomical figure.

Therefore, the current Wenzel, as well as the ups and downs of the Supervision Department, all have headaches, severe headaches.

Therefore, no matter how much Qiao yelled, several inspectors were silently walking back and forth in the corridor, walking from one end to the other, from the other end to this end.

Qiao sighed and looked at the dark-skinned inspectors. He stood up, walked to the iron fence, and tapped his fingers on the fine steel railing with the thickness of a goose egg.

Inadvertently, Joe, whose power had just soared by millions of pounds, used his fingers with a little bit of force. The steel railing he struck made a harsh and twisted sound, which was directly bent by a finger ninety degrees.

Several inspectors looked at Joe at the same time, and the faces of several people became extremely weird. They stared at the railing that was knocked by Joe's finger, and subconsciously touched the waist with their right hand.

Qiao hurriedly grabbed the curved railing and twisted it back to its original position with a light break. He held the railing with both hands and gently pushed it up and down, and the railing became straight and straight—just on top of the iron fence. Compared with other steel rods, the one that Qiao struck up was obviously two laps thinner than the "companions"!

Several inspectors looked at each other and were silent.

In the temporary custody room of the Ministry of Supervision, these iron fences are all made of real materials, and each steel pole with the thickness of an egg is all made of alloy steel that has been tempered and tempered.

The detainees who bend the steel poles here with brute force have been seen by the inspectors.

But it was the first time that these inspectors were able to use the palm of the flesh to roll the curved steel rod straight again, and to roll the steel rod two times thinner.

"Joe, what did you just want to do?" A gray-haired and highly qualified inspector walked outside the prison where Joe was with a smile.

"Trouble, give me a dinner. I ordered it. It should be a meal." Joe sighed and spread his hands: "Also, can I trouble the Supervision Department and send a fact sheet to the Military University? "

"I'm going back at 7 o'clock in the evening to cancel the leave, but obviously, I can't do it here." Joe shrugged and sighed helplessly: "I'm not afraid of being punished when I go back, but I have to stand shirtless. Reading a review book in front of all freshmen... This kind of thing is too shameful for my father and mother, as well as my brothers, sisters, and sisters... I can't do this kind of thing."

"Cracking"!

A heavy steel door at the end of the corridor was pushed open heavily, and Wenzel walked in with a large group of senior inspectors.

"Know that you are in trouble? Know that you are embarrassed?" Wenzel frowned as he walked towards Joe, "Can you tell me where is Bavaria?"

"He ran away!" Qiao raised his hands high and yelled: "I swear in the name of Mutesthe..."

Joe mumbled to himself in his heart-‘oh benevolent Muteste, forgive me for swearing by your name... I will confess, I will give’!

Joe's voice was raised a few more tunes: "That **** bastard, he wanted to kill me, but I ran fast and he couldn't kill me in time, so he ran away when he heard the sirens!"

Joe coughed violently.

He was really hit by Bavaria and suffered a bit of internal injury. He deliberately maintained this internal injury. At this moment, he coughed, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood came out: "Shameless, depraved, it's morally corrupt. A model of... a Tier 6 strong man, chasing and killing me a poor student from Imperial College!"

"I think there must be a conspiracy! Damn, there must be a conspiracy!"

As Joe vomited blood, he yelled at Wenzel who was standing outside the door: "I suggest that the imperial capital be sealed off, and Bavaria is searched... Also, everyone in the Lucia Embassy ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ should all be detained. , Tortured, tortured them the truth behind the scenes!"

Qiao Zhengyi yelled awe-inspiringly.

Wenzel took a deep look at him, then looked at the blood he vomited, and then nodded: "You can leave...about today's matter, there will be follow-up investigations, I hope you can cooperate."

"Well, Bavaria is sure to escape?" Wenzel looked at Joe very seriously.

Joe also looked at Wenzel very seriously: "His Excellency Minister of Supervision, I'm just a poor second-order little man..."

Wenzel shook his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Damn Lucias, what else can they do besides causing trouble?"

Shaking his head, Wenzel pointed at the iron gate in front of Joe.

A prosecutor took out the key and opened the iron gate. Qiao smiled and pushed open the heavy iron door, and walked out of the temporary detention room where he had stayed for an afternoon.

"Come with me, someone wants to see you." Wenzel hooked his finger at Joe.