Book of Gods and Demons

"Book of Gods and Demons (

Late at night on December 3.

Lanyin Corridor, Canglang Duchy, Langyabao, northwest corner.

In a mansion of a wealthy merchant expropriated by the imperial army, Golkin sat in a study room where the rich merchant master had luxurious furnishings, but there were not a few books. There were a few extravagant white candles mixed with precious spices, and he watched quietly. He wrote a manuscript of "Delun Keqing Poems" in a swash-style manuscript.

Delunke, a well-known poet Jun in Medland 30 years ago, was especially popular in the circle of aristocratic daughters and wealthy businessmen.

Later, on the mainland of Medland, there was a sudden scandal between Derenco and a certain princess of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

Afterwards, Deren disappeared, and the rumored heroine, who is said to be living in seclusion at the Ascetic Monastery of Yingui Church in Dabwa, vowed to contribute her body and life to the great goddess.

The folk customs of the Durham Empire are conservative and traditional, and the collection of love poems by Durenko was directly classified as an "illegal publication" by the Ministry of Education of the Durham Empire. It is strictly forbidden for young people to read or spread it.

Gorkin is a literary lover. He used to collect Delunco's poems in Tulum Harbour, but he did not expect that in the Blue Wolf Principality of Lanyin Corridor, in this absolute cultural desert, he actually seized a copy. A manuscript of Delunke's collection of poems.

Under the candlelight, Gorkin was absorbing spiritual food to his heart's content.

He finally understood the shortcomings of his poems in some respects by comparing the gorgeous, fancy and coquettish verses of Bidelenko.

"Well, in my current poems, the atmosphere of the iron-blooded fire in the army is too heavy... Such a fan of iron-blooded soldiers is very attractive to those well-informed noble ladies. But to those who are ignorant and innocent. For Xiaojiabiyu... it’s better to bring three points-sao-qi!"

Gorkin gently shook his head, took a glass of strong wine in front of him, and took a sip.

"It's... sorrowful-so angry... Delunke, you deserve to be a predecessor in the love poetry world, a master-level existence... Well, the **** Ice Sea Kingdom, you must have killed people... What about the princess? Can't there be a friend?"

"It's easy for you to kill, but this makes the whole of the literati and gentlemen in Medland, so much less leisure and fun!"

Golking sighed heavily, put his fingers in his mouth and dipped his saliva, turning to the next page numbly.

On the street outside the mansion of the wealthy merchant, the steaming Joe led Marcos and others, surrounded by four Hydra secret guards and dozens of elite guards, and walked down the street to the gate of the mansion.

Several soldiers standing guard outside the gate were awakened and raised their flintlock rifles. One soldier sternly shouted: "Who? The password...Dren Empire..."

"Return to the order, butcher the wild dogs!" Joe muttered in a low voice, and replied to the soldier's call: "Excuse me, which password is this? The Durham Empire, kill wild dogs... this style is too bad. some."

Several sentinels did not say a word, still watching Joe and his party vigilantly.

Joe jumped off his mount and walked to the gate. Using a gas lamp hung in the gate, he took out his credentials: "Well, I am Joe Rong Witto, third-class staff officer of the War Planning Department of the Imperial War Department... trouble Give your head Golkin a word to that bastard, and say that his dearest brother Joe is here."

Several sentries were dumbfounded, and then a sentry raised his right hand and blew a whistle.

Inside the gate of the mansion, there were quick footsteps and quickly left.

Within two minutes, there was a sharp piercing sound in the air, and Golkin, who was wearing only a dark gray shirt on his upper body, had jumped directly over the wall and fell heavily beside Joe.

"Joe?" Golkin's eyes widened, looking at Joe in his army winter coat like a ghost.

"Golkin...haha, do you know how much I miss you in the past few years? Liya kept saying that you didn't even have a home leave. When you go back, she will definitely take care of you!" Joe opened double Arm, he hugged Gorkin in his arms vigorously.

Golking can be six feet eighty nine inches tall, tall and powerful, just like a sword forged from stainless steel.

And Joe is now seven feet ten inches tall, bloated and huge, just like a big beer barrel. He opened his arms and hugged Gorkin vigorously. The skinny Gorkin almost fell into his fat, and most of them couldn't see it.

Golkin waved his hands frantically, screaming in anger.

Several guards at the door looked at the embarrassed appearance of the self-administrator in amazement, and each of them tightened their skins and suppressed their smiles.

Qiao's fat hands slapped Golkin's back heavily, making a'bang bang' sound. He yelled: "Golkin, you've gotten so much? Huh? What's the matter with all the bumps on your body. Ah...damn it!"

Joe slapped Golkin's body with both hands, but found that the hand feels very wrong.

The heart rushed up with a breath of evil, and there was a raging fire in his mind. In an instant, Joe returned to the most wicked, most arrogant, most lawless, and most unreasonable youth when he was in Port Tulum.

He grabbed Gorkin's shirt and tore the dark gray shirt into two pieces at once, revealing Gorkin's sharp, sharp and powerful upper body like a steel carve.

On the slightly black skin, there are all kinds of scars.

Gunshot wounds, arrow wounds, and more are wounds left by sharp weapons such as swords...There are as many as seven or eight wounds on Gorkin's chest and back that are more than one foot like a centipede.

Especially near Gorkin's left abdomen, there was a hideous scar with the thickness of a fist.

On his back waist, there is also a corresponding thumb-sized scar.

It can be seen that this wound once penetrated his body, and the scars after healed are all this kind of appearance. One can imagine how terrifying the wound was when Golkin was just injured.

Joe’s tears flowed down. He clasped Golkin’s shoulders with both hands and shook his body back and forth, “Asshole, in your letter to the family, that’s not what it says... …I always thought that you really brought a group of soldiers on an outing in the Lanyin Corridor, and countless big girls took the initiative to send them to the door!"

Gorkin's head was shaken by Joe.

He slapped Joe's arm in a hurry, stopping him from being so rude.

He jokingly looked at Joe, and whistled vigorously: "Ha, what in my letter, isn't it all to coax children... The main thing is to coax you and Weima... Hey, hey!"

The tears on Joe's face were quickly blown into icicles by the cold wind. Two long icicles hung on his face, making him look a little funny.

"Coax the kid?" He grinned at Gorkin very slightly.

"Well, Hessian and Leah, and even Tifa, must know what's going on in the battlefield...hehe." Golkin looked at Joe with a hippy smile: "Isn't he worried that you and Weimar will be afraid... So, of course." I want to write something lighthearted."

Golkin opened his arms vigorously, gave Joe a hard hug, and continued to say with a hippie smile: "Actually, it's true, war is a bit dangerous, but... it's not as dangerous as you think."

"Tsk, Joe, what did you eat? You have always been fatter than me... I know that, but why did you grow so tall? Uh, you are taller than me..." Golkin stroked himself and The height difference between Joe was a bit depressed and cursed: "Liya gives you a small stove every day?"

"You wait to go home and be cleaned up by Liya...unless you can change a skin!" Qiao grimly, tore off two ice strips on his face, and slapped Golkin on the forehead fiercely.

Golkin continued to smile hippiely, and then gave the door a fierce kick: "Asshole, open the door, didn't you see me shirtless? It's freezing cold, you want to murder your dearest and most Generous, most handsome head, and then a new bastard?"

The door suddenly opened, and several majors and captains stood behind the door with hippie smiles almost identical to those of Goljinyuan. Everyone looked at Joe curiously.

With the light of the gas lamp at the door, everyone could see the rank of major on Joe's body.

Few people paid attention to the Royal Hydra badge—not many of these middle-level officers knew what it was.

But the merit medals on Joe's body are too dazzling.

Several majors stared at the row of medals hanging on Joe's chest, and each of them could almost bleed, and the breathing of several people suddenly became extremely heavy.

The highest honor of the Imperial Army, the rank of lieutenant, the first-class medal of thorns!

Dog-day-, such an eye-catching medal, this fat man has two!

Imperial Army ~www.ltnovel.com~The great glory of school-level officers, the third-class Silver Laurel Meritorious Medal.

This guy also has one.

Even... First-class Wolf Meritorious Medal...Imperial military and police, in fact, one, first-class Wolf Meritorious Medal, sequence and other same-class Silver Laurel Meritorious Medal!

This guy has also worked as a police officer, and he's also very popular in the police circle!

Not to mention, the drooling Black Forest Defenders Medal... The contemporary Duke of the Black Forest is Emperor Salian, who can receive this Defenders Medal, which represents Joe is Sallian’s **** confidant and represents his back stick. With a big backing!

Gee, luxury!

These medals are too extravagant!

Too enviable!

It's too...

Gorkin also saw this outfit on Joe's body. His thin face twitched violently, and finally couldn't help but kicked Joe's **** fiercely: "Asshole, eighteen-year-old major... …How did you get it? You, you, you... and what happened to the letter sent from Hydra Palace last time? Ah? I got a more earl title inexplicably? I have to go to Hydra Palace to participate in the award Xun dinner..."

"Ah, these things are too complicated to talk about." Joe smiled at Golkin solemnly: "Well, this time, if Golkin your subordinates can perform better, maybe it's not an earl's. It's up."

With a soft snap of his fingers, Joe lowered his voice: "His Royal Highness Salian said, tomorrow there will be three full formations temporarily incorporated into your hands, if you can command the next battle...hehe!"

Gorkin and the subordinates around him all had their cheeks drawn.

No matter what Joe said, it sounded like listening to mythology.

How could he be able to get on the line with a big man like Salian... and he seemed so familiar and so intimate?