Book of Gods and Demons

Imperial Capital South Station.

There were not many people on the spacious platform, and basically, they were all Imperial Army officers and soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms.

Salian also wore a uniform of the imperial generals without military ranks, a dark gray winter coat over his shoulders, and a thin cigarette dangling, standing on the platform a little lazily.

The cold wind was howling, blowing along the smooth and cold railroad tracks, swaggering all the way across the platform.

On the platform, the iron-gray figure stood still like a cedar, and the cold wind hovered between the iron-gray figures. The iron-gray figure more and more set off the quiet and quietness of the platform.

There are no crowds, no flags, no gongs and drums, and no fireworks and flags, let alone the countless flower petals flying down from the sky luxuriously.

Compared with the grand welcoming ceremony held in Tulum Port, Salian's arrangement on the platform is more like the scene of the handover of serious criminals, extremely severe, extremely severe.

On the entire platform, the only thing with a little bit of color was the one hundred-man military band standing in the corner of the platform. They were holding various musical instruments, and the shiny and polished instruments were wrapped with a few colorful silks. This was the only bright color on the entire platform.

When Joe and Golkin walked onto the platform surrounded by Hessian, Salian was spitting the cigarette **** in his mouth on the platform, stepping on it carelessly, crushing the cigarette **** to pieces.

Seeing Joe and Golkin walking up, Sallian raised his hand and waved at his brother.

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Then, Salian noticed Hessian next to Joe and Golkin. He raised his brows, and with his hands on his back, he walked slowly for two steps toward this side, nodding his head in greeting from a distance: "If I'm not mistaken. , This is His Excellency Hesse von Verto?"

Hessen also spit out the cigar **** that was stuck in the corner of his mouth. He strode forward two steps, and took off the heavy bearskin cap on his head with his right hand. The cold wind blew and messed up the hair on Hessen's head. Hessen's face wrinkled, revealing a strange expression that was extremely uncomfortable with the cold of the imperial capital.

He bowed slightly to Salian and saluted: "Then, you must be the respected His Royal Highness Salian von Hyderabad... Sorry, Your Highness, I'm just curious, so I followed Gorkin and Joe to see the excitement. It seems... …"

Hessen blinked and glanced at the lifeless, air-conditioned platform.

"Ah, I'm Salian... We don't need to be so polite, you can just call my name." Salian smiled and nodded to Hessian: "I've heard of your welcome ceremony in Tulum Harbor, but, This is the imperial capital."

Salian smiled, and lightly stomped his right foot on the platform, seeming to intend to strengthen the persuasiveness of his words.

"I gave Joe the appointment, he can naturally do everything he wants... Come here to see the excitement, this kind of little thing, of course." Salian smiled, his hands behind his back, and then slightly frowned. He looked up and down at Hessian.

"However, it seems that I..." Salian frowned, and his wise and cold gaze on weekdays became a little confused for a while, and his eyes lost focus: "Uh, Hessian, we have never seen each other before. Right? But, how should I put it, I always feel that you seem a bit familiar."

Hessen's eyes widened, and he laughed loudly: "Aha, can your Highness feel familiar to you? It's my honor...Hahaha, your Highness feels like an old friend to me?"

Hessen smiled, and from his chest pocket, he took out a brass cigar box wrapped in lambskin to make an extremely exquisite cigar box. He took out an exquisite cylinder made of sterling silver from the cigar box, drew a carrot-sized cigar from it, and handed it to Salian.

"I saw that you smoked'Desert Iron Camel'... This kind of tobacco, although it is strong enough, is obviously not fragrant... You try this?'Black gold silk'... Its price is the same as that of gold. Quite!" Hessian triumphantly raised an eyebrow at Salian.

Salian looked at Hessen slightly surprised.

He stayed for a while, and then suddenly laughed: "Hessen, Hessian...well, yes, I feel an old friend's breath in you...so funny, my memory is not bad, I’m sure, it’s the first time I have seen you, but it feels good."

"Desert Iron Camel... this kind of cigarette is very unpopular, I didn't expect you to recognize it?" Salian took the large cigar handed over by Hessian, flicked his finger, and a black flame rose from his fingertips. , I lighted the cigar with ease.

Behind Salian, a stern look, calm and ferocious gaze like a wolf, Hydra's secret guard in the uniform of an imperial army lieutenant took a step forward and pointed his finger at the cigar in Salian's hand.

Salian shook his head slightly, and the Hydra's Secret Guard returned to his original position, motionless, and said nothing.

With a flick of his finger, Salian cut open the **** of the cigar with a touch of cold light, and a small **** of the cigarette fell on the platform. He was dangling a cigar, took a deep breath, and comfortably exhaled a big smoke ring.

Hessian laughed.

"Of course, desert iron camel cigarettes, as you said, are very unpopular, and the sales are not very large, but in the empire, there are always some loyal fans... Therefore, Rittal’s merchant ships will always buy from Get a batch of goods from the place of origin." Hessen shrugged: "If I'm not mistaken, all the desert iron camels in the Derren Empire are the goods of the Rittal Rose Chamber of Commerce."

Hessen blinked his eyes, he glanced at Sallian, and hurriedly added: "Of course, the desert iron camels are all taxed!"

Salian squinted his eyes and took a deep look at Hessian: "Aha, it looks like you have some business...hehe!"

Hesse also laughed ‘huh’.

Salian shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted Hessian **** the shoulder: "We met for the first time, but we should be old friends indeed, Hess... Viglar, in his letter, he mentioned a lot about you. Thing."

"My honour, Your Highness!" Hessen bowed to Sallian again.

Joe and Golkin's eyes widened at the same time.

The dialogue between Hessen and Sallian has a lot of hidden content that makes people unable to think about it. Once you think about it, you will feel the creeps inexplicably.

For a long time, Joe thought that the ocean trade of the Rittal family was strongly protected by the Duke of Ross.

However, from what he saw and heard in the Port of Tulum, Joe discovered that it seems that Hessen and the Inspector General of the Southern SAR Viglar also have a good relationship. The interests of the Rittal family in Tulum must have been protected. Glar's protection.

But now the conversation between Hessen and Salian...

Viglar is from Salian, and this is something everyone in the entire imperial capital knows about—Viglar, Sallian's cousin who grew up with him, is the most loyal fighting dog beside Salian.

And everyone in Tulum Harbor knows that Viglar's life is very simple, even like an ascetic monk, a little harsh on himself. In all aspects, Viglar's expenses are very simple.

If the Rittalists and Viglar have some exchanges of interest...

Listen to Sallian's words-‘We should indeed be old friends’!

Tsk tusk, that portion of the income that the Rittal family dedicated to Viglar, perhaps, eventually flowed into Salian's hands?

Take a look at the plans of Frederick, son of the second emperor's son Conrad, in Port Tulum. Members of the dignified family, the Grand Duke of the Empire, actually racked their brains in Tulum Port to make money!

Royal family members are also short of money!

Salian...

The taste of Desert Iron Camel cigarettes, Joe tried, it is indeed a kind of inferior tobacco that has no other benefits except that it is strong enough and stimulating enough.

Such cigarettes, Sallian often dang it in his mouth.

As Sallian, even if he is not like Hessian, he treats top cigars every day like eating and drinking... He can at least replace it with a higher-end, better-tasting, and more mellow cigarette. .

He didn't need to hold this terrifying desert iron camel all day long, swallowing clouds and fog in full view.

And what Hessen said just now is very clear, this kind of cigarette is very unpopular, but there are a group of loyal fans within the Deren Empire!

How high is Joe's IQ now. Among ordinary people, he belongs to the top group of smart people.

He vaguely noticed something.

Those loyal fans will not be the generals of the Imperial War Department? Officers? Soldiers?

This guy Salian, is he doing it by himself, advertising Desert Iron Camel cigarettes?

Can't think about it anymore, think about it, hehe...

The desert iron camel cigarette is too unpopular, so that its overseas supply channels are only in the hands of Hessian-and after Salian has shown a unique love for the desert iron camel... even if there is potential Competitors, if they want to grab this market with Rittal, they can't find the supply!

Properly monopolistic trading!

Joe was not very clear about some of the business insider of the family, but he thought about it seriously. It seemed that when he was in the Lan Yin corridor, he accidentally saw that the officers under Golkin had cigarette boxes in his chest pockets. , They are all desert iron camels!

The entire Imperial Army is pumping desert iron camels?

Gee...gee...

Joe looked at Hessian in admiration.

This old guy... This old guy who usually looks simple, honest and harmless... Even without the credits made by Qiao, the title of Hessian wouldn't be a big problem, right?

Joe looked at the shiny golden star on Golkin's shoulder.

He looked at the badges hanging on his chest again~www.ltnovel.com~ He suddenly felt that Golkin’s meritorious promotion, as well as the badges and medals he had obtained, seemed...not too incomprehensible. Something?

"The weather in the imperial capital is a bit different from Tulum Port. It's very different." Salian and Hessian stood side by side on the platform, each holding a big cigar and spraying clouds and fog: "So when I went out, Hessian, you have to be careful."

Hessian smiled: "I have always been very careful, Your Highness. I can't stay in the Imperial City for a few days. After the New Year's celebration, I will return to Tulum Port... However, Tulum Port may also be changing. The weather will also become uncomfortable."

Salian shrugged, looked back at Joe who was standing by, and laughed.

"Your two sons will stay in Hyderabad."

"Don't worry, they are all nice little guys. They have a great future in Hyderabad."

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