Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar, December 23rd, 1379, early morning.

Joe woke up in an extravagant bedroom on the third floor of Apophis Palace, lying in a pile of beautiful quilts as soft as clouds, Joe yawned comfortably, twisted his body hard, and wanted to sleep. Come back to sleep.

This room is so comfortable.

This is the master bedroom carefully constructed for himself by the broken old highness.

The area of ​​a single bedroom alone is as large as Joe’s master bedroom in Tulum Harbour, and all other supporting facilities are readily available, and the extravagance is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Every design in the bedroom is exquisite to the extreme.

Although the area of ​​the bedroom is large, it is not empty in the slightest under the exquisite design and luxurious furnishings. On the contrary, there is a sense of concealment like a mother's fetus, which makes people feel inexplicably warm, safe and comfortable.

Early in the morning, the fireplace was scorching hot, and the natural aroma of fruit wood was buzzing in the fireplace. The air was filled with a faint, warm aroma of fruit and wood, and Joe was as comfortable as a roast duck embryo in an oven. I just want to close my eyes and stay asleep... I don't want to move at all.

But soon, the instinct from ‘Crimson’ suppressed all sleepiness and laziness.

Qiao cursed in a low voice. He jumped up from the huge four-poster bed that was large enough for more than a dozen people to roll over at the same time, and landed silently on the ground, with both feet falling precisely in the velvet slippers on the ground.

He took off his silk pajamas, strode to the French windows of the bedroom, and yanked the heavy curtains of the French windows, suddenly a large ice-bound lake appeared in front of him.

The full-moon-shaped lake is covered with thick ice. In the center of the lake, a small island with the size of tens of acres and shaped like a pearl, as well as several leisure palaces and pavilions on the island, are all covered by thick snow. .

On the trestle bridge leading to the small island in the middle of the lake, a few lonely large water birds are standing there alone, motionless like statues in the cold wind, but occasionally they flap their wings to indicate that they are still alive.

The lakeside is a neatly trimmed landscape woods, and now the endless woods are also shrouded in thick snow.

In the early morning, a white cold mist spurted from the woods, and it floated on the lake. The wind slowly rolled across the lake. In the milky cold mist on the lake, one by one, the size of a water tank was visible to the naked eye. The mist spins slowly.

As expected, after making a huge discount, he severely slashed Joe and stole the 50 million gold mark mansion from his pocket.

The early morning snow scene in front of me is worth the price...

Joe remembered that after leaving the War Department yesterday, he took Golkin as a company, and brought a brigade to Apophis Palace.

This is a perfect house that makes people unable to fault.

Qiao really couldn't bear that this house was not his own... His mind was hot, and he immediately handed over with the court director of the Royal Assets Administration who was present. He took out traveler’s cheques worth 50 million gold marks. The Royal Asset Management Bureau was also very cooperative, and completed the handover procedures for the Apophis Palace in just one hour.

Today, the title documents of Apophis Palace have been properly kept in a secret vault.

This five-hundred-acre palace, which is located in the core area of ​​the imperial capital of the Durham Empire, the top power in the mainland of Medland, covers an area of ​​five-hundred acres, and has extremely luxurious architectural furnishings. It has now become Joe An industry under the name of an individual.

It's just that it's refreshing when shopping.

Afterwards, thinking of the traveler's check handed in, Joe was so distressed that he ate five or six roast leg of lamb for dinner.

However, Joe took Hessen, Tifa, and Weimar from 158 Qingsong Street. Weimar happily ran around in this top mansion, laughing and screaming, which washed away Joe's heartache.

At least after waking up this night, Joe's mood had calmed down a lot.

"Grimace shopkeeper is right. Money is a bastard. You can make money after you spend it... Besides, I still have so many gold marks..." Joe gently slapped his bare chest, forcibly comforting himself.

"Well, it really doesn't work, just find a few people who are taking advantage of it, and sell them more of the new power potions... Even, Laplace, if I sell the improved recipes for the abyssal mayfly and dark elf potions to Sa The words of His Royal Highness..."

"Are you sure?" Laplace laughed happily, with a piercing laugh in Joe's mind: "However, I think you should take the third extraordinary potion... let me see. The third-order potion of Hydra, the Abyssal Dragonhorn Python, or the Abyssal Crocodile Dragon...Oh, oh, I have a prescription, but can you get the right materials?"

Joe slapped his forehead vigorously: "Damn, the people in the military department said that because of my credit, they provided me with the top five potions... the third-tier dragon horn pythons or crocodilian dragon potions? Talk to the big guys in the military department."

"Well, I need to talk about it. Here, I have the perfect improved formula for the third-order potion. The old rules. With the money, you can get the most perfect evolution template." Laplace smiled happily." As for whether you want to do something with the first-order and second-order perfect prescriptions... I only sell knowledge, I never make any suggestions."

Joe hesitated.

He pondered for a while, then shook his head.

Sell ​​the perfect recipe of Hydra sequence to Salian?

There was some anxiety in his heart. It seemed that this was some kind of death-seeking behavior...Don't say that Salian, the imperial royal family behind him, would be like a bull whose **** was burned by a red soldering iron, right?

Well, there are many ways to make money, and you can't stimulate those terrible Hydra!

Joe opened the floor-to-ceiling windows hard, and the cold wind engulfed in fog, causing the flames in the fireplace to sway.

Qiao took a deep breath. Four-color streamers spewed out from his body, turning into a thick beam of light that pierced into the void, and disappeared into the void in an instant.

In the boundless, indescribable, and unpredictable Dirac Sea, the four basic elements turned into a mighty torrent and roared down, instantly submerged into Joe's body. Joe's body greedily swallows the elemental energy from the Dirac Sea, gradually transforming it into a deep and pure power of darkness, and then, under the effect of the'crimson' instinct, coats the power of darkness with a layer A faint red.

The strength was increasing little by little, and Qiao's burly body wriggled and stretched strangely like a giant beast in the ancient legend... and made strange movements that normal humans could not imagine.

With his weird movements, his strength is improving, his agility is improving, his flexibility is improving, his physical attributes are rapidly improving, and his efficiency in swallowing and digesting the four basic elements is also slowly improving.

Spiritual power in the spirit sea.

Vigor in the sea of ​​strength.

Knight power in a sea of ​​energy.

The three singular powers continue to grow thicker and stronger, and then continue to be consolidated to become more solid.

Such a peaceful and beautiful morning...

Weima's laughter came from outside.

Wrapped like a bear, Wei Ma, accompanied by the maids left by the Seven or Eight Royal Assets Administration, stepped on her skis and staggered onto the frozen lake. She laughed loudly and slammed her ski pole hard, and she rushed forward along the smooth ice.

In the next moment, Wei Ma screamed and fell to the sky with her feet up and down, and her small body whizzed around on the ice.

Facing the frozen lake, on the terraces of three different bedrooms, the joyous laughter of Hessian, Gorkin, and Joe sounded at the same time.

Because of the good mood that Weimar brought to him, after Joe finished his early morning practice, he was all smiling when he sat in the dining room for breakfast... He was already filled with the four basic elements and had no appetite, suddenly he became His appetite greatly increased, and he heartily killed a roasted whole lamb and dozens of sauerkraut pork sausages.

In a good mood, after the arrival of a herald of the War Department, it was suddenly broken.

The colonel’s herald, wrapped in a cloak and covered with snow on his shoulders, handed a copy of Sallian’s warrant to Joe: "The Golden Oak Church’s new train to St. Attila, Archbishop of the Durham Empire, is only three miles away from Hyderabad. An hour’s drive."

"Major Joe von Verto and Major General Gorkin von Verto, please rush to the Imperial Capital South Station within two hours to attend the welcome ceremony."

The colonel sent a military salute to Joe, then turned and left.

Joe opened Salian's warrant and read it carefully.

Hessen stood behind Joe, pouring a cup of espresso, and muttered vaguely: "Is the imperial capital's arrival of Saint Attila, doesn't it seem to be very welcome? Well, Tulum Port, for his welcome ceremony, I prepared for half a month in advance...Tsk, you, as the special envoy of the emperor grandson, just a few hours in advance to inform you to make preparations?"

Hessian smiled a little gleefully: "I'm very curious, your Royal Highness Salian, this is preparation... what a shabby welcome ceremony?"

"Why don't you go and see the excitement yourself?" Joe shook the warrant in his hand and shrugged his shoulders towards Hessian: "Anyway, I and Golkin were in the process yesterday, and I didn't hear what to prepare..."

Hessian touched his beard with interest, and his eyes could not help but flicker with malicious gloom: "Isn't it forbidden to visit by the public? Then, go and see the excitement... Well, your Highness Salian... …"

Joe rolled his eyes at Hessian: "Our Royal Highness Salian...he is the grandson of the empire, the Prince Hydra who is most likely to inherit the throne in the future!"

"Well, our Royal Highness Sallian... Our Royal Highness? Hehe, hehe, hehe." Hesse laughed a few times, picked up the huge coffee cup, and drank it in one fell swoop: "Tifa, you take it with you Vema go and have some fun...Papa, go and see the excitement...Well, when we were in Port Tulum, our sage excelled was very...indestructible."

"I want to know that this is Hyderabad, our sage, and our emperor grandson, what passionate sparks they can rub together!"

Joe shrugged his shoulders again, he looked back at Golkin sitting at the dining table feasting, and gave a soft ‘pull’.

In the concealed pocket of Joe's chest, the thick stack of large-denomination bills he had taken in early in the morning disappeared in an instant, and there was no one left.

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Existence: Gorkin von Rittal

Favor: Mutesthe, the hypocritical Lord of Silver Gui~www.ltnovel.com~Hermeto, the greedy trader

Evil thoughts: Tu-ka, the greedy shepherd of the ice field, etc., whoever is the enemy of the Dren Empire

Energy level: the development of the three seas and seven veins has been completed, the Eastland Secrets Tier 5 Qiyuan Potion (100%), the Drun Empire Army Secret Strong Battle Ranks Tier 5-Big Swamp Shadow Wolf (improved version, 99.9999%) ) (Dark hiding, extreme speed, extreme agility, extreme endurance, extreme agility, extreme speed, combat intuition, enhanced hearing, vision, and smell, and team combat instinct) (physical strength: 34.7 million lb)

IQ: 93

Different blood: contractor-natural contractor, current contract: April Juhe (0.01%)

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