Book of Gods and Demons

"This is a complete little bastard."

Margaret III whispered his evaluation of Joe.

"What he just said, even if he hasn't done it with his own hands, at least he has seen it with his own eyes." Marguerite III shrugged and sighed: "This kind of method of doing things is very good."

Prince Salian, who was standing at the desk, smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Port Tulum and Jiasijia Island need the rule of the empire. Only the rule of law of the empire can turn that barbaric land into a prosperous, A fertile soil for the people to live and work in peace and contentment."

Prince Conrad, who was standing on the other side of the desk, glanced at Prince Salian, his face suddenly darkened a bit.

This is so nice to say... What a good boy who can make old women happy!

"That's right, Salian, only the empire can make the port of Tulum more prosperous, and only the empire can make Garcija and peaceful." Margaret III smiled and clapped her hands, and whispered, "Joe, Get out, Viglar, you must have a different opinion, don't you?"

Joe stepped back two steps and stood beside Hessian.

The Marquis of Seaac's face was distorted, and he tilted his head and stared at Joe unabashedly.

Everyone could hear what Joe said just now, and it was completely sincere-he really wanted to throw the Marquis of Seaac into the beer barrel!

Not to mention, when he told Margaret III just now, he said so many things against the Marquis of Seac.

This is a complete tear.

Joe felt the malicious gaze of the Marquis of Sisi, he also turned his head and stared at the Marquis of Sisi fiercely. He raised his right hand, made a fist, and then stretched out his thumb. Slowly, he drew his thumb from the left side of the neck to the right side, making an extremely bad neck cutting movement.

In the Southern Special Zone, especially in the surrounding area of ​​Jiasijia Island, this means an endless blood feud!

The Marquis of Seaque gritted his teeth fiercely, and there was a ‘quack’ in the hall.

The Duke of Hesse and Ross looked at the Marquis of Seac at the same time. The small folding fan in the hand of the Duke of Ross swayed gently, and the edge of the fan was slowly rippling with red light like flames; the hips burst out of the body of Hessian. The sound is bright and crisp, just like the impact of a sword made of stainless steel.

The Marquis of Siacques was stunned for a while. He was about to speak, and Viglar's cold voice, who was already standing at his desk, sounded: "Before your Majesty, please do not be rude... Your Excellency Siacques, pay attention to your decent honor as a Marquis of the Empire. ."

The Marquis of Seaac's face twitched, and countless thin bloodshot eyes appeared.

It is clear that Joe is provoking him, and it is clear that Duke Ross and Hessian are intimidating him, but... why is it that he is being trained?

The Marquis of Siacques lowered his head in humiliation, the fierce light flickered in the triangular eyes, and countless mixed thoughts kept rolling in his mind.

"His Majesty, please forgive the minister for calling the parties involved to make a statement to you today." Viglar said solemnly: "The Rafa incident occurred on the night of July 28th, July 29th and 30th. There is also July 1st and today's daytime, the minister has been investigating the causes and consequences of this matter."

"The process of the investigation, as well as all the clues from the investigation, are in this document."

Viglar took out an eight-inch wide and one-inch diameter paper roll, and put it in front of the typewriter.

In the imperial capital and above the typewriter in Tulum Port, countless messy **** handwritings spurted out at the same time, and a large number of distorted punctuation marks flashed randomly in the air.

"Help, help, who will help me..."

‘I hate this feeling, don’t, don’t, don’t break into my-body...’

"Let me go, let me go, I'm so pitiful, I'm so pitiful..."

'why treat me like this? Why is it so? ’

'What am I doing wrong? Don’t shove these terrible and strange things into my body...’

‘Please, oh, don’t...’

In the claustrophobic hall, below Margaret III, the faces of all the great empires turned black.

In the claustrophobia, Duke Ross covered his face with a small folding fan.

Joe looked at the typewriter in a mad state dumbfounded, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Hessen coughed heavily and smiled dryly: "Your Excellency Viglar, this man, really has a personality...Haha!"

In the claustrophobic hall, a large shadow appeared behind Margaret, a weird hissing sound emerged from the void, huge pressure, and waves of terrible evil force gushing out like a tsunami, suppressing everything in the claustrophobic hall The human face is unremarkable.

"Shut up, **** thing, this is not your first time, don't do such an exaggerated performance every time!" Margaret resisted the urge to drew the sword and split the **** typewriter into two pieces, and sternly reprimanded Said: "Don't do it, you must be a powerful empire!"

"Work hard, or completely seal you for a hundred years!" Margaret III's eyes burst with golden light, and on the walls of the claustrophobic hall, shadows like giant snakes squirmed violently, and the walls emitted The overwhelmed'click' sound, as if a giant is about to break out of an unpredictable space.

"I've done it!" The messy **** handwriting on the typewriter suddenly became extremely neat and tidy.

"I'm here, I accept my fate, come on, trample on me, trample me, torture me as much as you like..." The large characters, which became bigger and bolder, became more and more red, hovered above the typewriter, and finally followed by a dozen. The exclamation mark was as dazzling as a drop of blood.

Margaret III lowered her head slightly and pressed her forehead firmly.

She took a deep breath and pointed fiercely at the typewriter on the desk.

A court clerk quickly walked up, took out a paper roll that was eight inches wide and about five inches in diameter, carefully drew out more than a foot of white paper, and fastened it to a card slot under the typewriter.

In the claustrophobia, Viglar did the same thing.

With a sound of a ‘crunch’, the mechanical keys of the typewriter in the claus were quickly beating, and the small paper rolls rolled, and the densely packed paper rolls were swallowed by the typewriter a little bit.

In the claustrophobic hall, the paper roll was also pulled into the typewriter little by little, and then accompanied by the sound of ‘crunch, click’, the white paper was spit out from the other side of the typewriter, densely covered with blood.

The statement prepared by Viglar was about three thousand words in length.

In only a minute or so, Viglar's statement was swallowed by the typewriter, leaving no trace of confetti.

In the claustrophobic hall, the statement with exactly the same content has been in the hands of Margaret III. She held the report in both hands, carefully reviewing it word by word.

The claustrophobic hall was so quiet that a needle dropped on the ground could be clearly heard. Hamden and other important imperial officials all looked at the statement document in the hands of Margaret III with anxiety.

Who knows what Viglar wrote on it?

After a quarter of an hour, Margaret III exhaled heavily.

She closed her eyes, was silent for a while, and then slowly nodded: "Then, Rose, Viglar, you dispatch a team of elites to assist Seak, and send Rafa and the Chapter of Wall to the imperial capital."

"Friedrich went to Tulum Harbour, didn't he? Just take his royal train over here."

"Sijak, you haven't been to the imperial capital for many years. You will stay in the imperial capital for a while. You have been in the south for such a long time. You must have an extremely deep understanding of the customs of the south. Friends talk more."

"Viglar, and, during the time when Rose, Seak came to the imperial capital, you will take charge of his duties."

"By the way, you will sort out Tulum Port and Jiasijia Island more carefully."

"Sijak, don't delay, set off now."

"Today's statement, so far, I already know the cause and effect of the matter, Viglar, Rose, and that little **** Joe, you have done a good job. I hope you can continue to work hard for the empire!"

"The investigation of Zhongqiu's **** case is completely over here. All subsequent handling of the aftermath will be taken over by the imperial capital."

With a ‘click’, all the mechanical keys on the typewriter were pressed again and again, and then they bounced back to their original positions with a ‘click’.

A little bit of thin blood burst out from the typewriter, spraying to a height of seven or eight feet, and then the thin blood burst with a ‘pop’, exploding into a fist-sized ball of light flickering.

Just like the fireworks on the square of Tulum Harbor’s Town Hall during festival celebrations.

Everyone can feel the joy and pleasure of the typewriter, and at the same time a thin line of blood appears in the twinkling light: "Praise the **** Muteste, this **** little bitch... knows the best in life. What's the happy thing? Of course it is to get the job done and go home to make salted fish!"

Joe's eyes widened sharply.

This is a taboo!

Joe felt the same for the half sentence behind the typewriter... but the first half sentence, such profanity...

Such a forbidden thing, if it falls into the hands of the church, it will be chopped up and burned for the first time, right?

Viglar turned around, and his gray eyes swept across the Marquis Siacques whose legs were obviously soft: "Your Majesty's will has been heard. Then, Your Excellency Rose, for the next period of time, you and I will act together. Manage all affairs of the Intelligence Headquarters in the Southern Special Administrative Region. You are the master, and I assist and supervise on the side."

Duke Ross nodded slightly.

Viglar turned to the Marquis of Siacques: "Then, Your Excellency Siacques, please be ready to go. With your majesty's character, if you can safely send Rafah and Wall's Chapter to the imperial capital, you still have a chance for atonement."

"Of course, I will do my best to accomplish your majesty's will." The Marquis of Seak straightened his body immediately, and his gray face became a little gloomy.

Duke Rose left Viglar's mansion in the carriage where Hesse and Joe arrived.

Behind them, a large group of Ombudsman officials in black uniforms rushed into Major General Papathi’s residence, executed Margaret III’s orders, arrested Major General Papathi, and prepared to send him. Military court.

Of course, this is the task of the Ombudsman, and it has nothing to do with the Duke of Ross and the father and son of Hessian.

The Duke of Rose's order has been sent out, and an army elite will wait at the train station, cooperate, or monitor the Marquis of Siacques to **** Rafa and the Wall to the imperial capital.

In the carriage, Duke Ross shook the small folding fan in his hand and looked at Joe with a smile on his face.

"Managing the Intelligence Headquarters? Hey, this is a good job... Joe, will you arrange a position that belongs directly to my Intelligence Headquarters Intelligence Officer? Fast promotion, high oil and water, and various welfare subsidies are ten of other departments. It's more than double, what a job!"

Joe's eyes lit up suddenly: "Okay!"

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