Book of Gods and Demons

The old lady Mary hummed a song, took a brisk leap, and rushed back to the kitchen.

Tifa looked at the back of the old lady Mary, and said softly, "What a happy old lady."

Through the window, Joe glared fiercely at the second university students who were still on the street outside, perhaps due to face problems, and patted his belly heavily with both hands.

"It's delicious, um, very delicious!"

Thinking of the delicacies made by the old lady Mary, Joe's mood became bad because of Margot's chaos, and he quickly improved.

He no longer looked at the students outside who were pointing at him, with his hands briskly slapped his belly in the rhythm of a cavalry march, and he said sincerely: "If it is not too disrespectful, I would like to ask her to do it. The chef of Apophis Palace...In this way, we have top-notch food every day."

"However, it's fine now." Joe shook his head and slapped Weima's back on the back of his head: "It's also very good now... The Grimace Shopkeeper is right, blessing, can't be enjoyed, people must be content. , To cherish good luck."

The blonde waitress brought a large glass of beer.

Joe picked up the glass,'gudong' killed most of the beer in one sip, and then burped contentedly: "Ah, I suddenly missed Uncle Grimace a bit, especially his weird delicacies. I don't know, he is now. Are you eating grilled scorpions? Or fried centipedes?"

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The faces of Tifa and Weima changed slightly at the same time.

The old lady Mary had rushed back to the back kitchen. She hummed a song and took out some marinated lamb legs from the freezer.

A ray of black air flew up from the top of her head, and the ‘swish’ passed through the back door of the back kitchen, instantly flying out of nowhere. She hummed softly, hung a few legs of lamb into the oven, and suddenly grinned slightly.

"Hehe, Margot...if it wasn't for Mata..."

In the howling of the cold wind, Marg hurried across several streets with her hands in her coat pockets. Every time he walked through a block, he quickly glanced around, looking like a guilty conscience.

After rushing out of most of the block, Marg suddenly stopped.

He stood under a big tree covered with ice, with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the pedestrians and carriages passing by on the street.

"Well, why should I panic?"

"Ha, Mag, why are you panicking?"

"No need, no need, no need at all... What if that guy is investigating me secretly? What if Salian is investigating me? Can they find out anything?"

"Impossible, they can't find anything."

"So, why should I panic? Oh, yes, I thought about Tifa a little bit, but isn't this a normal thing? No fuss, it's a normal thing."

"Oh, what if my actions today are revealed?"

"Margo, Margo, Margo... you have been hiding yourself too perfect, so if you are suddenly exposed once, you can't bear such a shock? This is not good, this is not good, you still Not mature enough, you still need to keep working hard."

"Well, learn from the old fox in Florence, when will I be as cunning as him, then..."

Marg squinted and smiled softly.

"The only trouble right now is to clean up the beginning and the end. The students here today have to make them shut up... I am a member of the royal family. This matter can not be passed on or passed on... Of course, even if it is leaked. It’s nothing."

"However, I do intend to use them today...I must reverse the bad impression in their hearts."

"Well, young people, it's easy to deal with. Then, give them some daily points, and then care about their lives... Come to a happy New Year party? Then, hint to them that after they graduate, I can give them advanced graduate studies. Referral opportunities?"

"Very well, just do it, young people, they haven't been polluted by this materialistic society, they are...easy to deal with."

Margot smiled triumphantly.

He stood on tiptoe, grabbed a handful of snow that was almost ice-solid from a branch, and wiped it **** his face.

The snow melted on the face and turned into snow water, washing away the blood stains on the face.

A trace of black air lingered on Marg's face, and the bridge of his nose that had been shattered by Joe's punch quickly recovered-the broken bones were quickly retracted under the skin like a living thing, and the broken bones were put together one by one and recomposed. A tall, perfect nose bridge.

Taking out the handkerchief and wiping the snow off her face, Marg straightened her waist, frowning and thinking.

"So, using Tifa to retaliate against the Rittal family doesn't work? They are instinctively wary of me. This is my mistake. I didn't expect them to be wary of me in advance."

"Then, use another method."

"The Rittal family has several sales channels in Hyderabad, so let's get rid of these sales channels first. People on these lines will all have to die... and, the death is very miserable and terrifying! "

"Hehe, Tifa...and, that lovely girl, Vema!"

"Ah, I like Weimar more than Tifa...This kind of budding girl, when she is crushed to pieces, she will definitely give the idiots of the Rittal family the greatest pain and fear, right?"

"I already……"

Margot's body shivered slightly, his eyes became pitch black, and his two pupils turned into broken gold, and then slowly elongated, turning into a pair of cold and merciless vertical pupils.

A black-painted carriage came quickly down the street.

Marg instinctively looked at the carriage, and his eyes quickly swept across the carriage's door, cowl, wheels, and axles. His face twitched slightly, his pure black eyes quickly returned to their original shape, and his broken golden vertical pupils returned to normal.

He drooped his face, made a haggard and sad expression, and stood quietly on the sidewalk.

The black-painted carriage came to Margot, the door slammed open, and King Mata XIII poked his head out of it: "Margot, come in!"

Marg ‘hesitated’ for a while, and he took a step back: "Your Highness, I..."

Mata XIII's finger hooked towards Marg, and an invisible force swept over. Marg involuntarily stepped forward two steps, he leaned to the door of the car, Mata XIII slapped a slap in the face. It was drawn on his face.

With a crisp sound of ‘pop’, Margot was directly pulled up and fell to the ground. A crimson palm print was clearly visible on his white face. He covered his face and lay on the cold sidewalk without moving for a long time.

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished. Since you don't want to come up, you can directly receive the punishment here."

Mata XIII stepped out of the carriage and stood beside Marg, looking down at him: "What did you do wrong?"

Marg rubbed her cheek vigorously and got up a little hard.

Standing in front of King Mata XIII, he gently smoothed the messy coat and whispered: "For so many years, I have only done one thing... Moreover, I did not succeed and did not cause them Any harm."

"But why?" Matta XIII squinted at Marg with his hands on his back: "You have been quiet for so many years, and I have even suggested to Mary to reply to your title of Duke, so that you can recover. A certain amount of power."

"This time, why are you making a mistake?"

Margot was silent for a long time, and then he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "But, they bought Apofis Palace... Your Highness, Apofis Palace, there are memories of my childhood."

"You know, I am much smarter than ordinary people. I can clearly remember all my memories since I was one year old... Apophis Palace, that palace, I lived in it... They, how Dare to buy the Palace of Apophis? That is a kind, arrogance! It is even more a kind of insult."

"Then, you can go to a duel directly with Joe." Mata XIII raised his left hand and left a clear slap mark on Margot's right face, knocking Margot to the ground again.

"If you go to a duel with Joe, Mary and I will have no objection." Mata XIII said coldly: "But, you have chosen self-righteous cleverness and small means... You want to deliberately approach Tifa , And then through her, to avenge the Rittal family?"

"Don't you think that this method is too low-handed, too shameless, and too demeaning?"

Mata XIII said coldly: "What you did today reminds me of your grandfather... if he doesn't like to use this little trick..."

Marg struggled to stand up and smoothed her coat again.

"I was wrong... I just... for a while, was stunned by anger... But since I heard that they bought Apophis Palace, I, I, I... I can't sleep these days. ."

"I want to go to a duel, but will he promise?"

"I, I, I am alone... How can I defeat a family with one person?"

"I...I'm sorry ~www.ltnovel.com~Your Majesty, I really can't do it, so I chose this...this, despicable method. Fortunately, I didn't succeed."

"Because Joe, he has been doing the most in-depth investigation of you. He has mobilized intelligence personnel from the Department of War, as well as secret agents from the Department of Supervision. I also have a copy of the investigation report he got." Matta XIII Unabashedly said: "Your student Mikan is involved in the turmoil of the imperial capital..."

"I don't have it, it's not me, how could it be?" Marg suddenly raised her head, her face pale and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I know, you have been monitoring me all these years...how could I do such a thing? I can’t do it, neither can I.”

Mata XIII stared at Marg deeply.

"Yes, I have been staring at you all these years...you have performed perfectly all these years."

"Perhaps, there is the nature of deliberate performance... But it must be said that in recent years, your performance is not weaker than Isaac, far better than the little **** such as Friedrich, Magnum, and Mackay. ."

Mata XIII was silent for a long time, and then gently patted Margot on the shoulder.

"No revenge on the Rittal family... This is Mary's warning."

"Then, this year's New Year celebration, the banquet at Hyderabad Palace, come and join you."

"It must be admitted that over the years, your performance has been perfect... You are different from Dorran and Hillman... So, I suggest Mary, give you a chance."

"After all, our blood runs through you, Margot."

"Remember, you come to the Chinese New Year celebration banquet starting at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Dress up a bit more majestic... the clothes you are wearing now... even if it's a performance, it's too much."

Marg lowered her head, her face was rarely red.