Book of Gods and Demons

The stone steps leading to the underground black prison are steep and slippery. Each step is dark and lacquered. Inexplicably, it makes people feel that they are steps formed after blood clotting. Walking on them in boots gives people a great feeling. Of discomfort.

The air was filled with indescribable smells.

It was dull, hot and humid, and there were rat squeaks everywhere.

The structure of the black jail is complicated. If you want to go to the next floor, you must traverse the entire upper jail area, to the square, which is several times larger than the police station compound on the ground. To reach the stone steps leading to the next level.

In the deep corridor, the lights were dim.

The long strip of cells were full of people, and the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were huddled in the cell like beggars, crying and shouting constantly.

There are too many people in the cell, and the air in the cell becomes muddy and sultry.

You can hear stern shouts everywhere, some are calling for help, some are begging for mercy, some are hysterically cursing and cursing, and some are even driven crazy by the harsh environment here. And the disrespectful profanity of'Mudeste'.

Duke Rose walked calmly in the dirty and damp corridor, happily fanning the small folding fan in his hand.

Her eyes were bright, and with the help of the dim lights, she quickly swept through the cells, from which she saw the faces of many old acquaintances. Many people huddled on the ground in embarrassment, and some had fainted because of the harsh environment.

When she saw several ladies who had arrogantly and rudely showed off their precious jewels to her at social banquets, relying on family wealth, she couldn't help but laughed ‘嚯嚯嚯’.

"Your Majesty the Queen is right. All wealth is false. Only rifles and artillery are the only truth." Duke Ross proudly said the famous words of the current Queen of the Durham Empire who roared loudly at a state banquet. .

Look at these big people who used to call the wind and rain in Tulum Harbor, look at the ladies who once had the courage to provoke the Duke of Ross, look at the princes and ladies who usually pretend to be...

Duke Ross curled his lips: "It's all useless little white faces... Oh, I still prefer Joe, a strong and energetic lucky kid!"

When talking about the word ‘useless little white face’, Duke Ross glanced at Fredert intentionally or unintentionally.

Friedrich's face was pale, completely in line with the definition of "little white face".

The gloomy black prison, the damp, dirty environment, the harsh air, the crying, the howl, the begging, the curse... all these elements are mixed together, just like the special use in the myths and legends of Medland Come concoct the purgatory of sinners.

Frederick, a noble birth, has ever seen such a scene?

Even in his childhood nightmare, he had never seen such a terrible scene.

His face is pale, his body is stiff, and his body is gurgling with cold sweat. He is just self-comfortable. Relying on his strong personal strength, he maintains the most basic ability of action, just like a timid child taking to the street for the first time, and he is following Rose step by step. By the Duke.

He has forgotten what happened at the gate of the police station, and the cynicism of Duke Ross to him and his father.

He only knows to be next to Duke Ross, so that he can barely find a little sense of security!

"The Port of Tulum Police Station, forty years ago, was the station of the Tulum Port Security Committee. After the Empire took over the Port of Tulum, it was transformed into a police station."

"Before the empire was stationed, the Port of Tulum and the surrounding areas were not peaceful. There are countless bandits, bandits, pirates, and all kinds of illegal personnel. Therefore, a six-story underground prison was built here to punish these shameful people. Guys."

"Of course, for a while, these black prisons also served as slave storage warehouses. After all, for a long time, Tulum Port did not have a dedicated warehouse area, and many slaves were temporarily held here."

"Therefore, the six layers of black prisons, if each layer is fully utilized, it can hold more than 4,000 prisoners. The six layers of black prisons are 24,000 people." Duke Ross said leisurely: "However, after all, it has been so many years. , The ventilation ducts are not very smooth, so the air here will inevitably be worse."

After a pause, Duke Ross laughed: "The more you go down, the worse the air."

"Where are Heniway and Hanks?" Friedrich finally asked the first sentence after entering the black jail.

"They? Oh, their identities are sensitive, and they are involved in some serious crimes, so of course they are imprisoned on the sixth floor!" Duke Ross smiled and looked at Frederick with a stiff, pale face.

She knew that Liya and Tifa had been attacked, and it was the work of Hineway and Hanks.

She even knew that Joe couldn't wait to hit Hanks and Heineway hard, and the two hapless guys had not been ‘checked’ in the black jail, and they had their legs abolished by Joe on the way.

Frederick showed extraordinary concern for Hineway and Hanks, which made Duke Ross feel a certain amount of pressure.

So at the gate of the Tulum Port Police Station, she deliberately beat Frederick in public, and even involved his father, the noble prince of the Empire.

She deliberately ‘informed’ Frederick-to figure out where this is and who the person you are facing is; remember, don’t rely on your identity to do anything too outrageous here.

What Duke Ross can do for the time being can only do so.

The identity of Frederick made her unable to do more. What else could she do except ‘trick’ and ‘beat’ in language?

The first layer of black prison, the second layer of black prison, the third layer of black prison...

The further down, the more humid the air and the worse the surrounding environment.

Damp, sultry, dirty, pungent smell, a thick layer of sticky unknown dirt on the ground. Walking in such a dark prison, Friedrich and his entourage stood on tiptoes one by one, like a ballerina on the stage, with extremely light steps.

The group of people came to the entrance to the sixth floor of the fifth floor of the black jail. Several of them were born with sordid looks, and were more like bad guys than the rogues on the street. The guards nodded and bowed, and hurriedly opened the way to the sixth floor. The iron door of the prison.

Then, ‘bang, bang, bang, bang’... intensive gunfire came.

The small folding fan in the hands of Duke Rose stopped suddenly, and Frederick's eyes widened, and he inexplicably realized that something was wrong.

"How come there are gunshots? Who was shooting? What happened?"

Frederick grabbed Duke Ross's arm abruptly and asked hurriedly.

"Your Majesty, you are impolite!" Duke Ross frowned, the small folding fan slammed down, and heard a muffled sound. A deep mark was drawn on the back of Friedrich's hand, and he unconsciously released it. Hand, and then the mark quickly recovered, without leaving any trace on the back of his hand.

"Sorry, Lord Rose, I just...care about the safety of my direct subordinates." Friedrich's dark gray eyes stared at Duke Rose firmly: "They are the best soldiers in the empire, and they have made great contributions to the empire. Contribution, if they have any accidents in Tulum Port..."

"Why did they have an accident in Tulum Harbour?" Duke Ross asked Frederick.

"This is where I was surprised." Friedrich sighed heavily. He stared at Duke Ross's deep eyes without showing any weakness: "This is where I was surprised... On the territory of the empire, the empire If any accident happens to the navy officer of China, it will undoubtedly be a provocation to the Empire and the Imperial Navy.”

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Duke Ross laughed nonchalantly, and then she lightly waved her small folding fan: "Let's see what happened!"

With dim lights and dirty ground, Hanks' corpse was crawling in the middle of the dirty corridor, heading towards the exit of the sixth floor, just lying there quietly.

Joe was wiping his hands. He smiled and carefully wiped his palms with a white handkerchief.

The flintlock rifle is much better than the matchlock, but when activated, there will still be gunpowder ashes left in your hands. Joe wiped all the nails carefully, put his hands in front of him, and sniffed carefully.

Inside the cell, Henie Wei screamed hysterically: "Murder, this is murder...shameless, shameless..."

"No, it's not murder, but passionate murder!" Joe turned around and replied playfully to Henie Wei: "I was just on a whim, nothing more. Who made him speak so badly?"

At the corner at the end of the tunnel, Frederick’s high-pitched voice came: "Henity! Hanks!"

In the cell, Henie Wei, who was almost mentally broken, shook her body as if she was beaten up, and then screamed in her throat: "Frederte, my dear, save me, save me... Kind Muthe Stu, these **** country bumpkins, they killed Hanks, they killed Hanks..."

There was a rush of footsteps ~www.ltnovel.com~ Friedrich led a group of entourage hurriedly around the corner and appeared in front of Joe.

Hanks was crawling in the hallway, and a dazzling blood stain stretched from the door of the cell all the way to the bottom of his body.

Frederick's body suddenly stiffened, he was silent for a while, and waved forward.

Two young men in traditional knight costumes ran up quickly, turning Hanks' body over gently, revealing his beaten upper body and the dead white face that was intact.

"His Royal Highness, it's Your Excellency Hanks..." a knight said softly: "He, he...he is dead!"

Frederick stared at Hanks blankly for a while, then he raised his head abruptly, staring at Joe with his dark gray eyes.

Joe did not show weakness, staring at Frederick.

"No matter who you are, you will be my enemy from now on." The blue veins on Frederick's forehead were beating, and he slowly declared war on Joe word by word: "I will destroy you at all costs. Body and soul!"

Joe whistled.

Threaten him?

Joe grinned and was about to respond to Fredert’s threat. Duke Ross had already walked to Fredert’s side and yelled loudly: "His Royal Highness, pay attention to your words and deeds, please remember your identity...As a member of the Imperial Family, You threaten a conscientious and loyal police officer...I will write to Her Majesty the Queen to report what happened here!"

Joe raised his eyebrows, Ya and the family guards took two steps calmly, guarding Joe behind him.

In the cell, there was the mad cry of Henie Wei.

"Friedricht, my dear, they killed Hanks. This is a shameless murder... Revenge for him! Revenge for us!"