Book of Gods and Demons

　　 jumped out of the carriage, touched the two large beards on his upper lip vigorously, and gently twisted the ends of the beard to make the beard look more warped. Hessen hummed a brisk little tune, and walked into the magnificent Tulum Port City Hall with the steady pace that a noble master should deserve.

　　 More than a dozen guards, four people were separated and followed Hessian, while the others were surrounded by horse-drawn carriages, bypassing the city hall building, and heading to the special parking lot behind.

　　 There were many people walking far away and bowing to Hessian.

　　 Ordinary employees of the City Hall, small officials from various departments, small businessmen, boat owners, and small nobles who come to the City Hall to do business, as well as small wealthy people who sell wine, olive oil, fruits, and vegetables around Tulum Port.

　　 Seeing Hessian, no one dared to neglect.

　　 "Good morning, Lord Rittal!"

　　 "You look great today, Master Rittal!"

　　 "Have a perfect day, Lord Rittal."

　　 Hesen reservedly nodded his head to these people who greeted the courtesy. The Rittal family has deep roots in Tulum Harbor. Among these people, many of them have inextricably linked relationships with the Rittal family.

　　 Walked through the large hall on the first floor of the city hall and followed the stairs to the sixth floor of the city hall. A thin middle-aged man was standing at the top of the stairs, frowning, and smoking pungent mixed tobacco.

　　 Behind the lean man, at the end of a spacious corridor, the half-open door was noisy, and someone could hear an angry roar, and some people were patting the table.

　　 "Hessian." The thin man raised his hand and greeted Hessian.

"Mordell." Hessian picked up his beard in surprise: "Is the great Mu lost today? Did he rise from the west today? Dear Lord Wells, don't you have to wait for all of us? If you gather together, will you be late to reflect your status?"

　　 Hessian walked to the thin man Mordel, stretched out his hand, made a gesture on his chest, and then grinned.

　　 The position where he gestured was the same height as Model.

　　 Model is a typical Tulun Harbor native, who is only a little more than five feet and five inches tall. Standing next to Hessian, he looks particularly short and shriveled. Such actions by the tall, burly Hessian were undoubtedly a malicious provocation.

Behind Model, a few men were sitting lazily on the lounge chair against the wall. Seeing Hessian acting like this, they were like a cheetah who was awakened. They tensed their bodies and stood up, showing a fierce look. Take two steps here.

　　 These men’s riding boots, wearing brown canvas hunting pants, long-sleeved white cotton shirts, and black and yellow leather vests. Each of them wears a large leather belt with a variety of pearls, gems, and silver inlaid with a variety of pearls, gems, and silver for a few years.

　　 This is a typical Jiaxijia style, and the Jiaxijia people are synonymous with local forces in Tulum Port.

　　The four guards behind Hessian quickly crossed Hessian. They grinned in a full set of hunting suits and opened their coats to reveal the fire guns and swords hanging from their waists.

　　 The two sides didn't say a word, but the atmosphere became extremely tense, and there was a stance of disagreement.

　　 Hessian and Mordel did not restrain their own guards. The two families fought in public and in private. This is a tradition that has lasted for many years. The Rittal family can have today's scale, they are all bite off **** from the local forces headed by the Wells family.

　　 Both sides have blood and hatred, there is no need to show hypocritical etiquette.

　　 Model smoked a cigarette. The mixed tobacco made from tobacco, rosemary, and betel leaf in a certain proportion stimulates, refreshes, and is said to be able to expel internal parasites. This is the tradition of the Jiaxijia people.

　　 It’s just that the taste of this mixed tobacco is extremely bad, no one can stand this smell except for the real old Jiaxijia people.

　　 Hessian took out a big cigar and held it in his mouth, leaning his head in front of Model: "Set a fire, so you are here to wait for me today. Let’s talk about it, maybe it can be done, who knows?"

　　 Mordel stood on tiptoe slightly, took a few strong breaths, and the cigarette in his mouth suddenly lit up. Hessian’s cigar reached the tip of the cigarette, and Hessian smoked a few vigorously and lit the cigar by the fire.

　　 This is a tacit understanding, which means that Hessen is willing to give Mordel this face, and he is willing to waste a little time to listen to what this old opponent wants to say.

　　 The Rittal family and the Wells family are undoubtedly rivals, but they are both members of the Tulum Port Seven Committee, and sometimes it is inevitable that Hessian and Mordel will join hands to do something.

　　 For example, they joined hands to stuff some ‘Jianglong Dragon’ who don’t know the sky and the earth and want to share a glass of profit from Tulum Port into beer kegs, pour enough volcanic cement into them, and throw them into the deep sea outside Tulum Port.

　　 There is no shortage of precedents for this kind of cooperation.

　　 Port of Tulum, the committee of seven has the final say. In addition to the Seven-member Committee, Tulum Port City Hall, and even the Lord Mayor of Tulum Port, are equivalent to the butlers and servants jointly hired by the Seven-member Committee to help them handle various chores, nothing more.

　　 Being a member of the seven-member committee, falling in love and killing each other, and cooperating with each other, this kind of thing is gone.

Model spit out a few pungent smokes, and said vaguely: "Three months ago, three large cargo ships of the Rose Chamber of Commerce unloaded three thousand barrels of cane sugar at the Yuchang Wharf. But obviously, There is no tax on these three thousand barrels of cane sugar."

"Two and a half months ago, the five medium-sized cargo ships of the Rose Chamber of Commerce unloaded 10,000 barrels of good rum at the fish bladder wharf. The Turing family expressed great dissatisfaction with this. These cargoes had a great impact. Their market share."

　　 "These rums are taxed, but there are only a thousand barrels on the tax bill!"

　　 "Of course, whether it's cane sugar or rum, this is a small problem."

"Next, it was a month and a half ago. The Golden Rose ocean-going fleet of the Rose Chamber of Commerce returned to Tulum Port and brought back a large amount of silk and tea. Silk and tea, which are under the license of the Rose Chamber of Commerce, Tulum Port United The Chamber of Commerce issued a business license for this."

"But there is a lot of black pepper in the cargo warehouse of the Golden Rose Ocean Fleet." Mordel exhaled heavily: "A full 10,000 pounds of black pepper, according to the current market, a pound of black pepper is worth one. Pounds of gold."

"4.5 million golden marks, 10,000 pounds of black pepper, 4.5 million golden marks." Mordel's face was very gloomy: "Dear Hessian, Spices, those charming little guys, I have always been Will The private land of the Si family."

"Some small chambers of commerce, they can get a certain share of the transaction from the Wells family, and their ships can bring back part of the spice sales. Every year, listen clearly, every year, their small chambers of commerce may have one One hundred pounds? Two hundred pounds? Three hundred pounds? That's all."

"And you, Hesse, your Rose Chamber of Commerce, the ocean-going fleet has four fleets: Golden Rose, Silver Rose, Bronze Rose, and Iron Rose. Every three months, an ocean-going fleet will return to Tulum Port. "

"What I discovered this time was 10,000 pounds of black pepper that harmed my family's interests. Hessian, I know you are bold and lawless. Is this the first time you have secretly engaged in the spice business? Only ten thousand pounds. Black pepper?"

　　 "This is not good, it is very bad, you do it again and again, and it hurts the interests of your friends."

　　 Mordel dropped the cigarette **** that was almost burning to the corner of his mouth, stepped on it hard, crushed the cigarette butt, and smashed it to pieces.

Hessen took a hard sip of the cigar and looked down at Model: "Then, Honorable Model Jon Wells, you waited for me here early this morning. What do you want to say? ?"

　　Model shrugged his shoulders, and took out a scratched, obviously old sterling silver cigarette case from the vest bag, and took out a slender mixed cigarette from it.

　　 Hessian lowered his head proactively and moved his head over. Model lit the cigarette by the fire on the cigar. The two of them took a breath at the same time, and then spit out thick smoke.

　　 "Small problems, they are all small problems." Model coughed and said dryly: "I forgive everything you did before, and everything before that has never happened."

　　 "As generous as you, I am very touched." Hessen spit out a perfect smoke ring: "Although I don't care, but since you took the initiative, then, what do you want from me?"

　　 Mordel took out a folded white paper from his trouser pocket. He spread the white paper and placed it on the stair railing in front of him.

　　 "The basic losses of Zhong Qiu's **** case have been calculated."

"Two thousand three hundred and seventy-eight residential houses were destroyed by shelling~www.ltnovel.com~ two hundred and forty-five shops, large and small, were destroyed, and 1,897 innocent citizens were killed and over ten thousand injured. There are also the casualty patrolmen, the mounted police."

　　 shook his head, and Model solemnly said: "Roughly, the economic loss this time is more than 80 million gold marks. Public opinion is boiling, not to mention the citizens of Tulum Port, this event will definitely alarm the imperial capital."

　　 "Who will bear the loss?" Mordel looked at Hesse.

　　 The two said in unison: "Of course it can't be us, we are the victims."

　　 Coughed, Model put away the paper, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at Hessian straightly: "You must already know the origins of those people. Of course we can't offend the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters."

"Navy?" Hessen smiled and patted Mordell on the shoulder: "They provoked the battle. The shelling must be directed at them. Moreover, the shells of the old fort were also moved from the military port warehouse. of."

"Army!" Mordel gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his teeth: "Of course it is the responsibility of the Army Military Intelligence Service. Hessian, as long as we have a unified caliber, I know you and the police station. The relationship is good, we can get an investigation report as soon as possible."

　　 "It's the army's responsibility!" Mordel's voice became soft: "As long as we have a unified caliber, the things I said before..."

　　 "We must seek truth from facts." Hessian strode towards the conference hall at the end of the corridor, and said without looking back: "What promise did the Navy give you? That's your business."

　　 "We must seek truth from facts, whose responsibility is whose responsibility."

　　 Looking at Hessian's back, Mordel took a few puffs of cigarettes, and then threw the cigarette butts on the ground heavily.