Book of Gods and Demons

Hydra Palace, the royal secret cell.

The dark prisons deep underground are brightly lit, and the spacious cells are cleanly cleaned, and all furnishings are no different from the premium suites of luxury hotels. There is a large four-poster bed, leather sofas, antique and artistic furnishings, as well as a large number of silk and brocade living appliances.

The only thing that has something to do with the black prison is probably the one-foot-thick metal prison door and the three-finger-wide and two-foot-long peeping gap on the prison door.

On the wall of the black jail, facing the jail door looking into the gap, there is a convex round mirror with a diameter of three feet.

Through this round mirror, everything in the black jail can be seen at a glance. No matter where the prisoner in the black jail is in the room, no matter what he is doing, the guard at the door can control his every move as long as he penetrates the gap in the door. .

So Margot did nothing. He lay quietly on the four-poster bed with his hands behind his head, squinting at the convex round mirror on the wall.

A figure dangled from the cell door, and a marble flew in from the peeping gap on the cell door, and fell silently on the thick and soft wool carpet.

Marg stretched out her left hand and grabbed it lightly.

Lightweight, the projectile made of wax flew into his palm. With his five fingers, the projectile split apart, revealing a paper ball made of extremely thin special paper.

With the help of the quilt, Margot opened the ball of paper.

"Is this idiot Magnum confined in Hydra Castle?"

"This **** Elizabeth, colluding with the Church of Hill to attack Apophis Palace?"

"Joe... mastered Heringle's killing and launched unbridled revenge?"

"Aaliyah, was actually killed by someone sent by Florence?"

"Unlucky Florence, this old cunning fellow."

"The confidant he sent out was also killed on the spot by the unspeakable existence behind Arya, leaving a clue pointing directly to him? Oh, the ship overturned in the gutter, dear Lord King."

Marg regrouped the paper that recorded all the major events that had happened in Hyderabad in the past two days, and regrouped it into a paper ball, stuffed it into his mouth together with the wax of the shell, and swallowed it slowly.

"The Palace of Apophis was actually destroyed... Incompetent trash, Joe von Verto, you actually let them destroy the Palace of Apophis. I will settle this account with you."

"However, instead of letting the Palace of Apophis fall into the hands of incompetent waste like you, it is better to purify it completely, and then let me help it rebirth from the flames... Hey, the assets of the Rittal family are enough. Rebuild dozens of Apophis Palaces, right?"

"Elizabeth, idiot, bitch...hehe, I will punish you, I will punish you..."

"It's a pity, Arya...you have a good taste, really, among the women I know, you are the most energetic..."

"It's a pity, Arya... I recommended you to that idiot Magnum, and you helped him get rid of those dude rivals... This job, you did a good job. But... just assaulted that **** thing. Fatty once."

"Only this time, you are completely finished."

"Ah, although I have other collaborators... But they are not as interesting as you... You in the form of a banshee are really exciting... However, some of your church members have the form of a succubus. , This is also exciting enough."

"Well, you are dead. It's a pity, but it's not unacceptable."

"Unlucky Florence, I hope you have a tighter mouth... But maybe?"

Marg got up, walked slowly to the tea table, picked up the kettle, and poured herself a glass of water. Drinking water in small sips, Marg murmured: "Florence alive, or a dead Florence?"

"Well, Florence, from what I know about you, you can't fall into the hands of the empire... even if the **** fat man is holding Heringle's killing and wantonly, even if he is the one that the crazy old woman pushed out. The butcher knife... But you can't make such a big mistake."

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"So...you are, intentionally?"

"You deliberately put yourself into the hands of the empire official? What do you want to do?"

"Conspiracy, conspiracy, I can smell conspiracy, and only as a **** with a gloomy nature like us can smell conspiracy. What do you want to do?"

"But, no matter what you want to do, is this a good opportunity to kill you?"

Margot raised her head and quietly looked at the huge serpentine runes faintly shining on the ceiling: "Kill you? As usual, I can't have this opportunity...you **** old guy, you How many terrible things are hidden in that manor."

"But you took the initiative to send yourself into the hands of the empire official?"

"Then, the old tortoise finally left his shell...oooo!"

"Then, kill you. Well, I don't know how the Al organization will react to the death of a noble king? I really can't wait to see the next good show. "

"Kill you while you are in the hands of the empire official, oh, kill you!"

"Hey, kill you... I have a lot of interest in your little lover, Elaine, too. I have seen a lot of demon-yan-cheap-goods, such a shrewd and capable woman, I still...very... Interested."

"The one who killed you, took your wealth, and took possession of your woman, oh, oh, oh, this is the most interesting thing in the world."

"This is the style of our Night King."

"Decided, kill you!"

Margot smiled and raised the glass, drank the water in the glass like wine.

"In addition, I have to urge those bastards... to speed up the trial efficiency."

"Oh, I'm such a genius, I'm so awesome, so clever."

"Hehe, the moment he was caught, he directly sold that cute little fellow Magnum...sold it clean, even the bones and the meat."

"What did I do?"

"I just organized a group of small partners with special talents to do some auxiliary work in the circulation of precious artworks, and charge a certain share of the handling fee from them."

"A lot of precious artworks, they should not be hidden in private museums. They...should go to the real collectors who like them more and cherish them more...I just help them realize their wishes."

"Of course, there are still some inexplicable cases, killing a few people, conspiring to seize some property, these are all trivial things."

"Magnum committed the real felony."

"Collaborating with the children of the nobles, murdering the heirs of the family ranked before him... Oh, oh, this is a provocation to the entire aristocratic circle, this is a terrible crime that has never happened in the entire mainland of Medland."

"Although the entire program and plan of the Brotherhood of Mutual Aid is me... I helped my lovely little brother Magnum and gave it to him after finalizing it... But Magnum didn't know that there was no one in the world except myself. I know that the program of the Brotherhood of Mutual Aid is made by me."

"That's good, very good."

"Magnum and the others, in the turmoil of the imperial capital alone, they killed more than 30 extremely high-ranking family heirs... What a sensational, what a maddening sin!"

"Murder destroys the noble inheritance law, destroys the atmosphere of harmony and friendship among aristocratic families, and subverts human morality..."

"What a crazy crime, he has only been imprisoned for decades."

"So, I have such a trivial sin... ten years? Fifteen years? Well, even the death of four Hydra's secret guards... at most twenty years!"

"Twenty years of confinement, and then, if you try to reduce your sentence for meritorious service, you can come out in three to five years!"

"I can even apply to go to the Blood Kapok Fort to accompany my father Hillman... Ah, dear father, I haven't seen you for many years. Eighteen years, almost, eighteen years!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Margot smiled softly.

He walked to the door of the black cell, then squatted down with his back facing the cell door, and leaned his back against the thick cell door. His fingers gently squeezed the cell door, and a lively serenade sounded.

Outside the black jail, in the large underground space enough to hold a thousand people, a court guard stationed here raised its head at the same time.

A man wrapped in a black cloak walked slowly to the door of the cell, tapped his finger gently on the cell door: "Margot, Margot, don't play tricks, what are you doing? What are you doing just now? What signal?"

"Signal? What signal?" Marg slowly stood up, turned around, and stared at the man in the cloak through the three-finger-wide peeping gap: "You can't be innocent out of thin air. I, send What signal? You say, you say!"

The man in the cloak raised his right hand, and countless thin black electric lights flowed rapidly between his five fingers~www.ltnovel.com~ He pointed his finger at Marg.

But after hesitating for a long time, he finally put his hand down.

"Your crime is being considered by the Royal Family, the Noble House, and the Supreme Court... Don't do anything that will perpetuate yourself."

"Her Majesty the Queen has a word, let us say it to you at the right time."

Marg was dumbfounded and laughed: "She, have something for you to tell me at the right time? When is the right time?"

The man in the cloak said solemnly: "When you have any changes, it is the right time."

Marg shrugged: "Then, I'm listening respectfully?"

The man nodded slowly: "Your Majesty wants us to tell you-life is very long, especially for a sixth-order transcendent, life is much longer than ordinary people. You are still young, even if you are in the first part of your life. A few steps wrong...you still have a chance to regret."

"The crime you committed is not serious."

"You have the opportunity to change your mind, you have the opportunity to redeem your crimes...you have the opportunity to be a new person."

Margot squinted his eyes, and he asked softly, "Then, she said, my father, my grandfather..."

The man in the cloak shook his head: "Your Majesty guessed that you would ask that. She said-they are inexcusable and can live, and they are already gracious to them..."

Margot sighed sadly: "Scared, that's really boring."

Shaking his head, he murmured: "No, my grandfather wanted to replace that idiot Ferdinand... In order to accumulate power, did he subvert the vassal of several empires? Two small kingdoms, several small duchy ."

"Then, how big is it?"

Margot sighed, folded her hands, shook her head, returned to the bed, and fell heavily on the bed.