Book of Gods and Demons

Hyderabad, Al organizes a mansion in Florence.

In the huge study room, wearing a casual cashmere sweater, Florenza, who smiles like an uncle next door, sits behind his desk with his chin in his hands, quietly watching Margo walking around in the office. Little III.

A black palace dress, long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, the tall and stern face of Marguerite III squinted, critically examining the huge bookshelves in the Florence study.

After a long time, after a long time, Margaret III returned to the desk and sat heavily on the high-back chair.

She squinted and stared at Florence: "A lot of very good things, even better than the royal collection...Ah, it makes me ticklish."

Florence looked at Marguerite III with a smile: "Your Majesty, that is my personal property."

A fierce light flashed in Margaret III's eyes: "If you die, you don't seem to have a legal heir. Then, according to the empire's inheritance law, these things should be taken into the public."

Florence raised his eyebrows in astonishment. He looked at Marguerite III in amazement: "You, do you think so? Well, then, in fact, I have made a will. If an accident happens to me, all of my The property will be given to my dear Elaine."

Elaine, who was dressed in a baggy long skirt and also dressed as a home-style dress, turned her head and looked at Florence with surprise and joy.

Margaret III waved her hand vigorously, and she said straightforwardly: "Oh, you old fellow, wouldn't do this. She is just one of your playthings. Will you give her all your wealth? How can it be!"

Elaine's face suddenly paled.

Margaret III looked at Elaine and shook her head jokingly: "Even if you really have such a deep affection for her... Believe me, if something happens to you, you give her your property, In less than three days, she will be dead on the street, and everything here will still be nationalized."

Florence frowned: "If you say that, then... the Empire wants to attack me?"

Marguerite III laughed sharply: "Your Excellency Florence, you can live in Hyderabad peacefully and peacefully, whispering wind and rain in the dark, acting recklessly, even forming gangs and interfering with the internal affairs of the empire... …All this is not how powerful you are, but just because we don’t want to conflict with you."

Florence picked up the tea cup in front of him, and he took a sip of the fragrant tea: "I thought it was because of Al's face!"

Margaret III leaned back, and she said calmly: "Al? A sneaky...conspiracy organization that has been hidden in the historical shadow of Medland for countless years?"

Florence sighed: "The Conspiracy? Oh, oh, is this your definition of us?"

Margaret III smiled contemptuously: "This is the definition of you by the countries of Medland. You should know it well."

"Medland, any country wants to kill Al. This sense of urgency is even greater than destroying the Hill Church."

"The Hill Church is just a group of mindless idiots, lunatics, a group of mentally distorted morbid mads... Besides destruction, they also have nothing but destruction."

"With their power, they can slaughter villages, towns, cities, and even pose a huge threat to the safety of a province... But that's all."

"They can't cause fatal harm to a powerful empire. This kind of foreign, direct blow. Whether it is the plague or other things, their destructive power, the peak that can be reached in a short time, is only It’s the scale of a province."

"And Al is different, Al... only has the power to subvert and destroy a country, or even many countries."

Florence looked at Marguerite III silently.

Marguerite III also stopped to explain, looking at Florence with a gloomy look.

After a long time in Florence, he said softly: "This is a conspiracy theory, your majesty, Al is harmless to the world."

Margaret III smiled slightly: "The final appearance of the Gaul Republic is yours? You overthrew the dynasty, eliminated the nobles, and established the Gaul Republic with those small workshop owners and small merchants as the backbone."

"You have subverted a powerful dynasty, and not just once... You have subverted several times and restored several times on the ruins of the Gauls... This has already highlighted your strength, and we know it. Bright."

Florence frowned.

Marguerite III whispered: "You have the ability to subvert Gaul, then you may be interested in using the same methods in the ice sea, in Saint Xia, in Nice, in Duren, and even in Lucia. ?"

Florence was silent for a while, and he shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no, at least I, in my territory, I won't do this!"

Marguerite III laughed loudly, but there was no slight smile in her laughter.

"Ha, in your territory? Florence, this is the Durham Empire, and every inch of territory here belongs to Durham!"

Florence was silent, and then he gently nodded: "We came here earlier than you. If we really want to talk about it, this is indeed our territory. Now, I am in charge of this territory."

Marguerite III stared at Florence.

Florence looked at Marguerite III without fear.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Margaret III said coldly: "You did the Apophis Palace thing, right?"

Florence frowned, and then firmly shook his head: "You can't buckle the mischief of a few children on my head. Your majesty, you must understand that a Bishop Hill who fears that the world will not be chaotic, one is because of his son. The condemned and hysterical princess, plus the nameless little princess whose tribe is in crisis..."

"The three women gathered together, the destructive power they can break out is beyond imagination."

"And I, in this matter, I didn't do anything, I just fulfilled Al's obligation-they need something taboo that can open the gate of the abyss, and I provide them with such a taboo thing."

"Al's purpose is like this. You can find us, you have aspirations, and you can pay a sufficient price. Then, we will respond to every request... This is our purpose, and this time, I did it too!"

Florence also leaned back, spreading his hands, and his clear eyes fell on Marguerite III's face.

"I, follow all rules."

"His Majesty, I have obeyed all the rules... You said before that you want to put my personal collection into the public domain, is it true?"

Florence smiled and stood up: "If it is, then please allow me to leave a small portion of the property for Elaine so that she can spend the rest of her life without worry... Then, to use an old Donglu saying, I wash my neck to be killed."

Florence pulled the collar down, revealing a long neck that was well-maintained and wrinkled without the slightest wrinkles.

Margaret III squinted her eyes. She looked at Elaine, who was standing aside, trembling and afraid to speak, and shook her head gently: "Interesting, interesting, interesting... Then, today, I don’t came."

"For a noble king, the empire will certainly not take any malicious actions."

"However, the Palace of Apophis was destroyed. You should know who its current owner is, otherwise you would not give that **** ruby ​​to those stupid women."

Florence just smiled and said nothing.

Margaret III's body turned into a cloud of black smoke, slowly dissipating in the air.

Her sharp, cold voice still echoed in this office.

"Florence, you have always been cautious, no matter what you do, you never leave the slightest clue... This time, you are under-standard in your work!"

The last breath left by Margaret III disappeared without a trace.

Florence then sat back heavily on his seat.

He murmured: "Of course, this time I deliberately left a lot of... clues."

"It's just that it's terrible. Even the void of my office has used the power of three great beings to completely freeze... It is said that because of physical reasons, the imperial empress who couldn't see people actually broke into mine directly. The office, and then... just leave."

"Moreover, I can't be sure, is it your body that came here, or... just a phantom?"

"Horrible, terrible... Terrible Queen, what is your physical condition?"

"It seems that a little extra price must be paid."

"Elaine, Elaine, come here and listen to me. Something may happen in the next period of time, but don't be afraid, don't be nervous, I will arrange for you to go to a safe place."

"You just have to wait quietly ~www.ltnovel.com~."

"Waiting there with peace of mind, everything will pass. When everything subsides, it is a good day for us to harvest."

Just before Margaret III, like a little lamb, Elaine, who was trembling with fright, has become extremely calm at this moment. She looked at Florence obsessively and asked softly: "I can't stay , Accompany you?"

The corners of Florence's mouth twitched vigorously.

He tilted his head: "Uh, you, you have to leave... I'm sure, they dare not do too much to me, but you... Elaine, I can't make sure that you won't be hurt."

"I can't tolerate any harm to you, so you must leave early."

The sunlight came in from the huge one-piece floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight plated a layer of gentle gold rim on the two of them.

In the sun, the two looked at each other affectionately.

It's already afternoon.

On the famous ‘Golden Scissors Street’ in the Hydra Palace area, Joe put on a brand new uniform in the Old Ham Tailor’s Shop.

Seeing himself in the full-length mirror, Joe patted his belly with satisfaction.

"Good craftsmanship, Mr. Skeins. I will give you twice the tip. From now on, all my clothes will be ordered by Mr. Old Ham... Uh, did you find out the identity of that guy?"

Standing behind Joe, Mr. Skeins said hesitantly: "The identity of that number 13 is not difficult to find out. He is... the personal secretary of Lord Florence..."

"Florence?" Joe frowned. "He, is there a problem with his identity?"

Mr. Si Gengsi spread out his hands and exhaled heavily. With a trace of unabashed fear, he said solemnly: "Very problematic, Joe... I suggest that the investigation ends here!"