Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar, August 22, 1379, early morning.

"Praise the benevolent Mutesthe."

At the door of the little medicine shop of Grimace Shopkeeper, Qiao hunched his stomach and held his hands behind his back. He smiled and looked at the father, mother and daughter of several families who were crying, laughing and hugging together.

The grimace shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves and squinted at those who were immersed in surprise and happiness.

"That's great, isn't it?"

The ghost face shopkeeper sighed with satisfaction: "Anyway, Yaolu Street is my site. Although these guys were darkened when they received the money, they are still my colleagues. These little girls are also the ones I grew up with. ."

"The **** guys of the Corruption Spirit... are they locked up in St. Hild's Cathedral now?" The ghost face shopkeeper looked up at the sky and cursed in a low voice: "When will they be put on the torture frame? I'll go donate to the cathedral. Two catties of kerosene."

"I'll donate one hundred catties to them." Joe looked at the group of people who were crying together.

The potions and secret techniques used by the Corrupt Spirit have expired, and those fathers and mothers have already remembered their daughters.

These little girls were concentrated in the garrison barracks for observation for a day. After careful inspection by the nuns of the Yingui Church, they confirmed that there were no troubles left on them, and there were no heretical methods. No, they did it early in the morning. Was sent home.

With a group of policemen who are familiar with the place, Qiao personally escorted these little girls home, and smashed his reputation in the neighborhoods around Yaolu Street.

These happy and fragile people.

Seeing these people, Joe felt full of sunshine in his heart. In comparison, Henie Wei, who curled up in the dungeon and cursed, was really a disgusting stupid woman. Joe seriously wondered whether she wanted to ‘escape from prison’ like Hanks?

"What are you thinking about?" The grimace shopkeeper poked Joe's arm.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the purification ceremony hosted by Archbishop Laurent himself." Joe curled his lips. He was ashamed to tell the Grimace shopkeeper that he was planning to shoot a beautiful, noble, but vicious little woman.

Although his heart is vicious, he is a woman after all.

It can be done to hurt a woman, but speaking out is not enough for a man.

"There is nothing to regret... When dealing with the church, unless you have enough power, it is best to stay away from any of their religious ceremonies." The grimace shopkeeper said leisurely: "I don't want the naive and simple Master Qiao, one day suddenly Become a pious church running dog."

Qiao only felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up with a ‘swish’.

"Huh?" Joe hurriedly asked: "Is there such a thing? Is there such a thing?"

"Never overestimate the moral bottom line of a group of gods, especially when it is profitable. Master Qiao, the Rittal family is about to... No, no, it has become the first family of Tulum Harbour. You must be careful in the future. Some more."

"Be careful not only of your body, but also your soul." The grimace shopkeeper looked at Joe with a deep gaze, and put his hand in his heart and poked hard: "The heroes are fighting for hegemony, the winner is king... a group of heretics is fighting for faith , The biggest heresy that wins in the end is the supreme'my lord'!"

"The methods of the Golden Oak Church are much crueler than those heretics. The torture frame that everyone fears? It's just something to scare ordinary people."

The ghost face shopkeeper kept shaking his head and sighing, turned around, and walked behind his counter.

He opened the drawer and said, ‘Boom, Boom, Boom’ and threw out three huge, five-liter glass rum bottles. The quality is not very good, with some impurities, so the transparency is not high, and the gray wine bottle is filled with **** red liquid.

"The prescription you brought last time, I have enough materials here. Although there have been more things in the past two days, I took the time to prepare some." The ghost face shopkeeper pushed the three wine bottles in front of Joe: "Take it back and try it. Now, you know my craftsmanship. If the effect is okay, tell Master Hessian that if I sell this medicine in partnership with the Rittal family, I can get 30% of the net profit."

Joe stared at the full three bottles of potion, faintly said: "I think, divided into proportions, we can talk about it... Dear Uncle Grimace, you see, I will be an 18-year-old adult soon... an adult Man, shouldn’t he have a little bit of pitiful, meager private money?"

The ghost face shopkeeper raised his head in amazement, he pouted and took a breath, then nodded seriously.

"That's right, this is very reasonable... A man without private money, undoubtedly, his life is a tragedy. Then, except for my 30%, you can talk to Master Hessian under the name of me. , As for how much you can get, it's up to you!"

Joe straightened his chest and turned to look in the direction of Tulum Harbour City Hall.

"Hope everything goes well... Dear Father, I can't wait to see you."

At this moment, the top floor of the Tulum Port City Hall is the assembly hall.

Sunlight came in from the round glass dome of the conference hall, shining brightly in the conference hall.

In the venue, headed by Hessian, the skinny old Bucher Jon Sicil, the tall and burly old Tagore Jon Leyton, and the outstanding old lady Victoria Jon Barrett, The four people were dressed in fancy dresses and stood lined up in the middle of the venue.

Directly in front of them, on the three-foot-high rostrum, behind the chairman's table, Duke Ross and a middle-aged man sat side by side.

Behind them, on the stair-distributed seats, more than a hundred men who also dressed in costumes stretched their bodies and sat on their seats with serious faces.

Motionless, without saying a word, everyone's eyes were focused on Duke Ross behind the chairman's table, especially the middle-aged man.

The Duke of Rose changed into a blood-colored long dress with a wide-brimmed hat, and the hat was filled with blood-colored azaleas. He was smiling and briskly fanning the small folding fan in his hand.

"Your Excellency Viglar, you can rush back to the port of Tulum in'time.' This is really great." Duke Ross glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to him from the corner of his eye: "Seriously speaking, these You should be responsible for at least 70% of these messy affairs."

"But inexplicably, why are things pushed to my head?"

"I'm just a weak woman. Why do all these murders, arson, rebellions, rebellions, and even those evil and terrifying heretics have been implicated on me?"

"Well, who made me a widow with a hard life? Things are coming, and I can only take over."

Duke Ross sighed and closed the folding fan with a snap: "Anyway, my personal ability is limited... I am not a majestic and majestic queen, I am just a poor one who has not read much. Country widow, I'm exhausted these past few days. Look at my dark bags under my eyes... Damn it!"

"I have done everything I can, and the current situation is the best I can do." With the small folding fan in his hand, Duke Ross gently knocked on the conference table in front of him: "Look at it. If you think it’s okay..."

Viglar von Hintonburg.

The iron-gray half-foot-long hair was smooth and meticulous, neatly draped behind his head, exposing a broad, high-rise ivory-white forehead.

In the deep eye sockets, the dark gray eyes are calm and cold, like two deep pools.

The straight nose bridge makes his face full of three-dimensionality. The lips under the nose are slightly thin. He did not deliberately purse his mouth. The extremely sharp lips give people a strong sense of danger as a knife rests on the neck. .

Viglar's appearance was somewhat similar to Friedrich von Heidelberg, especially the iron gray hair and dark gray eyes, which represented the origin of their blood.

Viglar, Marquis of the Empire, his mother is the fourth daughter of the Empress of the Empire. He has half of the royal blood. He belongs to the righteous "Royal Courtiers" and the righteous "Imperial Relatives".

He is also the inspector general of the Supervision Department of the Imperial Southern Special Administrative Region.

His jurisdiction covers the island of Jiasijia, the port of Tulum, and the three provinces bordering the port of Tulum.

According to the authority granted by Her Majesty the Queen when she established the Ministry of Supervision of the Empire 60 years ago, Viglar has all the “normal” and “abnormal” affairs of all the military, political, civil, and legal institutions in his jurisdiction. Independent powers of supervision, investigation, interrogation, and disposal.

In a word, in Viglar's jurisdiction, he can intervene in anything that is not pleasing to his eyes.

And any matter that Viglar intervenes, all relevant institutions, departments, officials, and nobles must cooperate unconditionally.

Even when an ‘abnormal’ incident occurs, Viglar can execute the marquis and the nobles below the marquis on the spot, and he can execute the governor of the province, the chief officer of the province’s garrison and all officials below it on the spot.

A few days ago, Viglar was patrolling local government affairs, and he took the train back to Tulum Port in the early hours of this morning.

While Duke Ross was babbling on the sidelines, Viglar looked expressionlessly ~www.ltnovel.com~ through the thick stack of archive documents in front of him.

The appointment letter of Tulum Port City Hall and the following administrative agencies, the appointment letter of the new member of the Tulum Port City Council, and Tulum Port’s corresponding civil organizations, such as the Silk Association, the Tea Association, and the Liquor Industry Federation. The approval documents of the new president and directors, and other important documents related to the future power structure of Tulum Port, are all in this thick stack of archive documents.

Viglar said nothing, flipping through the documents before him.

All the archives are stamped with the official seal of the Governor of the Southern Special Zone of the Empire and the private seal of the Duke of Ross.

Duke Ross smiled at Hesse.

These appointments are the work of the Duke of Hesse and Ross who worked overtime to drive them out. Once these official positions are implemented, the division of power and interests in the entire Port of Tulum will be initially completed, and the Duke of Hesse and Ross will pick the most fat fruit.

But if Viglar cuts across...

Duke Ross couldn't bear the pressure of Viglar, after all, even Duke Ross himself was under the supervision of Viglar.

Viglar flipped through the documents faster and faster. At the end, he gently threw the thick archives to the front, and said coldly: "Before, Tulum Port was governed by a seven-member committee. I think, seven The individual is more suitable, balanced and stable. Here, there are only four?"

Hesse bowed to Viglar and saluted.

Duke Ross smiled and said: "In the original committee of seven, in addition to the Rittal family, three families will remain in place."

Viglar took a deep look at Hessen, and then slowly nodded: "Then, I agree to these appointments. Dantes, stamped with the official seal of the Office of Supervision... The port of Tulum must continue to be stable and prosperous."