Book of Gods and Demons

Medland's glorious calendar year 1,380, January 1, 1:35 in the morning.

Three giant war flight finished products were suspended in the low altitude. Hundreds of giant gas lamps passed through the mercury concave mirror and sprinkled huge beams of light, shining brightly for several miles.

This is the south of Lanyin River Bridge, seven or eight miles away from the bridge.

On the gravel-covered roadbed, a large section of railroad tracks about one mile long has been smashed away. A short royal train rushed out of the railway, marking a huge scratch on the frozen soil beside the roadbed, crushing the road. The large black pine forest on the side fell crookedly under the roadbed.

Two new-style ordnance brigades that are fully staffed have sealed off an area of ​​more than a dozen li.

A large group of royal knights and Daedra knights rode horses, a team of nine, patrolling in the dense forest on both sides of the railway.

Large groups of police officers in black uniforms, wrapped in short cloaks a little embarrassed, lined up in a neat line amidst the shouts of several police specialists in regular uniforms, bending over, taking small steps. They searched carefully along the railway.

These police officers are all elite criminal police officers selected by the Central District Branch of Hyderabad.

The police experts who shouted out are also the top case-handling experts in the Durham Empire. Everyone has extremely rich detection experience. In their careers, on average, everyone has gone to the top of the Durham Empire. Thousands of people were crammed into the prison.

It is far from Hyderabad, and the thick cloud above it has not been dispelled by the medicine.

The thick clouds were rolling in the wind, and I don't know when, thin snow powder floated in the sky. The cold wind whirled along the railway, and the ‘swish’ seemed like a ghost crying, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Joe rode Xiao Bai and followed Salian weakly.

Among those busy people, he saw an acquaintance—Daniel Frank, a student of Director Hamer and the chief of the Central District Branch, was leading a group of senior police officers, urging the police to search the scene.

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On the roadbed a little further away, with a cold sweat on his face, the former director of the Imperial Capital South Station Branch, and now the director of the Lanyin River Bridge Branch, Yan Keer, is trembling under the supervision of several police experts and the Ministry of Supervision. Joint inquiry by the official and the court affairs officer.

"His Royal Highness, according to His Highness Mata's order, I should go back to Apophis Palace and ban my feet until the day the military university opens.

Joe tightened the big cloak tightly on his body and yawned lazily: "I'm very sorry, I'm very shameless, and drenched the noble Royal Highness George with beer... So, I now blame myself and regret it. , I can’t forgive myself, I want to go back to Apophis Palace, self-contained, self-reflection..."

Salian looked back at Joe with a lazy face, and he sneered: "Ah, the magnificent Apophis Palace, the Apophis Palace that is a hundred times more luxurious than Hydra Palace...I want to go too. "

"The warm fireplace, the top cigars and fine wines, and the beautiful little maid just bought from the traffickers... Tsk, in the cold winter night, drinking wine, smoking cigars, flirting with the little girl... this kind of self Introspect, I want it too!"

Salian glared at Joe fiercely: "The things here are a bit complicated... Your luck is good, so I must pick you up. Before the things here are over, you don't want to sneak away, little bastard!"

Joe rolled his eyes. "Pretty little maid? I swear, no... to be honest, no."

Salian snorted coldly.

He reached out and fumbled in his pocket, and took out a cigarette case of ‘Desert Iron Camel’.

But the cigarette case was dry and flat, he reached out and took it out, but he couldn't take out a cigarette.

Joe sighed, he looked back and held out his hand.

Mr. Skeins, who followed behind Qiao, seemed to be performing a magic trick. When his palm was turned over, a one-foot-square cedar wood cigar box appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He opened the humidor and handed it to Joe.

Joe handed the cigar box in front of Sallian, and Salian dropped the empty cigarette case casually, looked up at Joe, and took the full cigar box naturally, and took out a well-maintained one. He handed the cigar box to the secretary Fox who was standing behind him.

Fox smiled slightly, nodded slightly at Joe, then slapped the cigar box and hugged it in his arms: "Anchor mermaid brand from Koroba? Good brand, in the imperial capital. A cigar is at my three-month salary."

Qiao stretched out his hand in a daze, and for a while, he retracted his hand and took out a box of long matches.

He snorted very sadly: "Hessen has already opened up some channels in the imperial capital. These treasures will not be so expensive in the future... Tee, there is no middleman to make the difference. In Tulum Port, a mermaid with iron anchor, That is only twenty gold marks."

The match was lit, and Salian turned his head slightly and lit the cigar with the match.

He took two sips comfortably, exhaled a long puff of thick smoke, and then waved his cigar with a sneer: "Twenty gold marks, that's it... Humph, Marquis Joe..."

Salian is a little bit unpleasant to see Joe now.

In fact, he poured a glass of beer on George's face, which was enough...an excuse for war, enough.

Moreover, he would love to see George's grotesque little white face showing its ugliness in public.

However, Tifa broke George's arm.

Salian took two heavy puffs of cigarettes, held the smoke in his throat, and then slowly spit it out.

This is a bit, a bit too much.

It's a little too much.

Joe threw the half-burning match on the ground, Xiao Bai glanced at the burning match in disgust, and stepped on it heavily.

"That Marg, is there anything weird about him? Why, you seem to be nervous?"

Joe sat on horseback bored and looked around for a while, and after a while, he asked Sallian boredly.

Salian waved his hand and ignored him.

Fox dialed the neck of the mount, the well-trained horse took a step aside, and Fox came to Joe. He leaned over to Joe and introduced Marg's identity in a low voice and very concisely.

"Prince Doran, the younger brother of His Royal Highness Ferdinand? His son Hillman... Mag, is Hillman's son."

"Uh, Prince Dorran was exiled to go fishing in the northern ice sea?"

"Hillman was imprisoned in the Blood Kapok Fort. In the Blood Kapok Fort, many nobles and generals who could have been exonerated, willingly accompanied Hillman to jail..."

"Hey, Margot...well, I thought he was just a simple, second university assistant." Qiao squinted his eyes. "Speaking of which... doesn't he seem to be so honest?"

Fox shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, if he is really and honest, Your Highness Mata, why would he suddenly be exiled to the Bhikkhu province?"

Bhikkhu province.

Joe nodded, he knew this province.

After all, the provinces of Bhikkhu and Crowde are very close neighbors.

Bhikkhu Province has many mountains and hills, the land is barren, and the products are meager. The specialty is all kinds of bandits, bandits, murderers and other'heroes'... Many armed sailors of the Rittal Rose Chamber of Commerce have committed aftermath. The'good guy' who escaped from the monk province.

Therefore, Joe has a deep understanding of Biqiu province.

When King Mata XIII exiled Mag to the province of Bhikkhu, it can be seen that this Mag is indeed not a thing.

"His Royal Highness!" A head slid away, a goatee was left on his chin, and the sweating police department expert strode toward this side. Behind him, more than a dozen powerful armed policemen followed him.

"We have discovered that this matter is related to the'Night King'." The police department expert ran to Sallian's mount, carefully raised a hard-shelled folder in his hand and handed it to Sallian.

"Night King?" Salian's eyes widened suddenly.

Qiao keenly noticed that the nearby police officers raised their heads almost at the same time, and looked towards this side with a bit of ferocious aura.

It felt as if they had heard the name of their father and enemy at the same time, and everyone's eyes were filled with fierceness and spite that could not be concealed.

Salian gently opened the folder in his hand.

Inside the folder, a black card half a foot long and three inches wide was tightly fixed in two fixed small clips.

The material used in the black card is very peculiar.

It is a special paper that is very smooth, very elastic, and very hard.

On the black card, a round of waning moon is drawn with silver powder. Below the crooked waning moon is a looming spider web. In the center of the pale silver spider web, there is a black man wearing a round top hat and holding a small Walking stick, the back of a thin man.

At the feet of this man, in the pale silver shadow of the human figure, there is a very smooth word in swashes. In the native script of the Durham Empire, ~www.ltnovel.com~ this word means-king.

"Walking in the dark, Lord of the Night?" Salian's mouth was hooked. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers vigorously: "General Daniel, your police station, these years, I haven't caught him a little bit. Little tail?"

Police General Daniel, who was supervising the work of the police, walked over, with a gloomy face, saluting Salian, then on tiptoe, leaned to Salian's hand, and carefully looked at the black card in the folder. .

"Sorry, your Highness, the Night King has become more and more rampant in the past ten years, but we have not caught even one of them... We have captured a lot of marginal friends, but none of them are official members."

Daniel's face is ugly.

"His Royal Highness, look, there is this blackmail letter with this card representing the Night King."

The bald-headed police department expert handed in another folder.

Salian took the folder and opened it slowly.

The same are two small clips fixed on the file folder with a piece of white paper full of fancy writing. As the expert said, this is a letter of extortion.

The wording of the blackmail letter is very straightforward, to the effect that-‘Mag was kidnapped by our Night King. If he wants him to live, he will pay one billion gold marks within three days, otherwise...everything can happen’!

"Knock Mag, blackmail the empire?" Salian gritted his teeth and sneered ‘chuckle’.

"It's also possible that the thief shouts to catch the thief... What if Margot is the so-called Night King?" Joe yawned, his mind was almost blank, and he casually said a purely messy remark.

Salian, Fox, Daniel, and the bald expert, all stared at the same time and looked at Joe fiercely.