Book of Gods and Demons

Chapter 59: Inside, everyone

  Glory calendar August 19th, 1379, in the afternoon, approaching dusk.

   Two old horses, pulling an open-top extended salted fish cart.

That’s right, it’s really a flatbed cart used to pull salted fish at the Tulum Port Fish Port. The four wheels are slanted and the cart is full of large sea salt particles. Many fish tails, fish skulls, and fish scales are scattered on the cart. , The pungent smell of salted fish can float hundreds of feet without wind.

  Ya riding on the back of an old horse, pulling the bridle, and controlling the two horses to run forward in small steps.

   Joe changed into a new dress, carrying the silver-handled saber he snatched from the highlander, with his legs apart, standing imposingly on the front of the flatbed.

   He looked around triumphantly, if it weren't for his bloated body, Joe at this moment had a heroic spirit of ‘feather-fans, majestic and heroic hair’.

   Hundreds of Rittal guards lined up neatly, crowded with salted fish carts.

   Behind the salted fish cart, more than a thousand soldiers in iron gray uniforms lined up. In the middle of the team, there were a dozen gun carriages, with a total of six 100-cent field guns and twelve 60-cent field guns.

Sinbad was lying on the salted fish cart with rags and messy hair. His left arm was chopped off by his elbows in the previous capture operation. At this moment, his wound was tightly wound with a bandage, but still There was blood slowly seeping out of the bandage.

   An unidentified, dark cloth strip with a weird smell was stuffed into Sinbad's mouth, making him unable to make any noise.

His right hand and two legs were firmly fixed to the salted fish cart by handcuffs made of stainless steel, and his limbs and joints were violently removed by teeth. His body was limp like mud, following the front of the cart. Walking and trembling slightly.

  The neat team swaggered across the city along the street, wherever they passed, pedestrians on the side of the road looked at them.

Soon, the team traversed the large square in front of the city hall and turned north after three blocks. After two more intersections, a four-story building with mottled exterior walls appeared on the side of the road. .

   is also white walls and red tiles. The arched windows on the outer wall are made of multicolored glass, which spell out scenes of local myths and legends in Tulum Port.

   The main entrance of the building faces south, and the large black round rivets are on the gate made of old black shipboard. These iron rivets were rubbed smoothly and smoothly, combined with the vicissitudes of the old ship board, so that the door is full of an inexplicable historical charm.

   On the right wall of the gate, under a large gas street lamp, on a steel chain with the thickness of a thumb, a golden ship anchor more than two feet high hangs.

   This anchor is extremely famous throughout the Tulum Port, and it can be said that no one knows it.

   This anchor weighs nearly a thousand pounds. It is really made of pure gold, not a gilded fake.

   This anchor is of high value. If it can be stolen, it will be enough to make people rich overnight and have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

   It's just that this anchor has been hanging here for more than two hundred years, and someone had thought about it, but all of them disappeared, disappearing without a trace, as if there had never been this person in the world.

   An anchor made of pure gold is always hung here, unscrupulously proclaiming power, wealth, and brutal and primitive order and strength.

   This is the ‘Golden Anchor Club’, the oldest and most famous selling gold nest in Tulum Port.

In this four-story building covering an area of ​​more than 20,000 square feet, there are everything from wine, color, wealth, and atmosphere. It is claimed that as long as you can walk into this ancient ship board gate, you will be able to satisfy you. All the noble or despicable desires in the heart.

   It's just different from the pink mermaid who opens its doors to receive all the customers from all over the world.

  Golden Anchor Club, this is the reserved place of the indigenous forces in Tulum Port. Their doors are only open to the Jiaxijia people with pure blood.

   "Encircle here!" Joe waved his hand at the Golden Anchor Club. When he gave the order, his two eyes were shining like cats in the night, and the flashes of cold light were inexplicably frightening.

   smashed the Golden Anchor Club, this is the dream of Joe and his brother Gorkin for many years!

   The body trembled slightly, this was excitement and excitement, not because of tension or fear. Qiao wondered whether he would find an excuse later, get the ignition oil, and then set the **** building on fire.

   The benevolent Muteste is on, Joe knows the position of the Golden Anchor Club in the hearts of the natives of Tulum Harbour.

   This is a monument, this is a totem. In the history of Tulum Port, countless famous people have visited and exited here, and countless thrilling events happened here.

   Tulum Port United Chamber of Commerce was established here.

   Tulum Port’s first overseas free trade certificate was issued here.

   The "Convention on Free Navigation" between the Port of Tulum and the United Kingdom of Nice is also drafted article by article here.

The   Golden Anchor Club has witnessed almost from beginning to end how Tulum Port has transformed from a spontaneous smuggling distribution center into one of the richest and most attractive trading hubs along the coast of the storm ocean.

Forty years ago, it was also in the Golden Anchor Club. The indigenous forces of Tulum Port, headed by the Welsh family, issued the "Port of Tulum Freedom Declaration" here, announcing that Tulum Port had formed its own militia to resist the Durham Empire. Annex.

   Of course, the ending is a bit bleak.

The grandfather of the Duke of Ross, the magnificent old Marquis of Huntingburg waved his hand, a million imperial army roared, hundreds of thousands of Tulum Port militiamen were wiped out in just two days, and the Welsh family and other indigenous forces knelt down. surrender.

   It is said that if it weren't for the Wells family and several other big families, who had privately offered a huge amount of sincerity to the old Marquis of Huntingburg, the Golden Anchor Club would have been burned as a ‘chaos of chaos’ as early as forty years ago.

   Joe silently recalled the vicissitudes of the Golden Anchor Club over the past two hundred years.

   The soldiers in iron-gray uniforms dispersed quickly, enclosing the Golden Anchor Club from all sides.

Soldiers’ big-head leather boots stepped on the street and screamed, and there was a mess of exclamation in the Golden Anchor Club. The windows on the second, third, and fourth floors were opened, and someone looked out. After taking a look, he slammed his body back and closed the window heavily.

   "In the name of the imperial law, I order you to open the door and cooperate with the next investigation."

   Joe wielded his heavy saber, roaring loudly with great air and majesty.

   The sea of ​​power and the lungs resonated strangely, making Joe's voice extremely loud, like a field gun fired by a ‘boom’.

   He stood on the salted fish cart and yelled loudly. The first floor of the Golden Anchor Club was facing the street, and the two glass windows closest to Joe ‘clicked’. Many of the colorful glass panes were cracked by him.

   ‘咚’!

   The heavy door bolt sliding sounded, and the heavy old ship door of the Golden Anchor Club opened slowly.

   An old man with extraordinary bearing and aristocratic style walked out from the door.

The half-length white hair is neatly combed and neatly groomed. It is draped back into a big back. The tuxedo is neat and tidy. Both hands are wearing white silk gloves, and the left hand is a pure gold sheep's head stick. Head, thin cane with ivory rod.

  Claude Jon Haydn, the member director of the Golden Anchor Club, an old man of nearly ninety years old is very energetic and has a straight waist.

Looking at the densely packed Rittalist guards and soldiers on the street in front of him, Claude coughed heavily: "Joe, what happened? What do you want to do? You must do this? Think about it? This is power. The Tu family, is Hessian’s will?"

The thin cane in his left hand slammed heavily on the ground, and with a snorting sound, the rod made of ivory sank deeply into the granite floor tiles more than a foot deep, and Claude drooped his eyelids and whispered: "You... Are you... surely able to bear all the consequences?"

   Without any scenes, the weather-tested Claude got to the point and directly smashed Joe.

   Joe looked at the ivory cane in Crowder's hand, and the fat on his face twitched violently.

  The relatively fragile ivory pierced the hard granite like a knife cutting butter. Even if Joe now has more than one hundred thousand pounds of brute force, he thought it would never be possible to do this step.

   This involves a higher level of sea of ​​power and spirit, and involves the use of power at a higher level.

   Joe still has a long way to go from such an extraordinary realm.

Ya jumped off the old horse, and Skeins walked behind Ya silently. A dozen Rittal masters, along with a few officers with soft epaulettes of lieutenant colonels and majors, walked a few steps forward.

   The burly lieutenant colonel with the highest rank, over six feet five inches tall, coughed heavily and spit out thick sputum on the ground with a ‘poof’.

   ‘whisper~pop’!

A brick at the foot of the lieutenant colonel was shattered by his thick phlegm, and sunk into a deep pit the size of his fist~www.ltnovel.com~The fat on Joe's face shivered again, and then he smiled at Claude The old man shook his head: "The benevolent Muteste is here, the Rittal family has no intention to stir up disputes..."

   Old Crowder quickly interrupted Joe, his drooping eyelids flickered, and he said coldly, "Then, take your dog-legs! At a young age, I'm here to show off. Who will give you the courage?"

   The Imperial Army officers and soldiers present exhaled at the same time.

   The guards of the Rittal family are undoubtedly Joe's loyal doglegs.

   But they are a serious imperial army, and Claude's words immediately offended all the imperial soldiers present.

   Joe suddenly burst out laughing: "No, no, no, dear Lord Claude, I'm just following orders."

   Joe scowled and kicked Sinbad on the salted fish cart.

"By the order of the Duke of Cassica and the Governor of the Southern Special Administrative Region of the Empire, Ross von Cassica Huntingburg, we will thoroughly investigate the murder of Zhongqiu." Joe sternly shouted: "There is a confession from the suspect Sinbad, inside the Golden Retriever Club. Some people colluded with foreign troops and committed treason."

   Joe stared at the old Crowder fiercely, and roared: "In the name of the imperial law, let the road go. We want to seal the Golden Anchor Club and arrest the suspects related to Zhong Qiu's **** case and the felony of treason!"

   "Anyone who blocks it will be dealt with in the same way!" Joe's voice became more and more high-pitched, with a hysterical excitement.

   Old Crowder looked at Joe tremblingly. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Who is it? Give his name, and I will let him out!"

   Joe gave Crowder a gloomy look, and drew a circle with the sword in his hand toward the building in front of him.

   "Inside, everyone!"

  

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