Book of Gods and Demons

The night is deep, and the wind and rain are even worse.

Tulum Port City Hall, the top floor of the assembly hall is smoky.

Headed by Model Jon Welsh, six members of the Tulum Port Seven-member Committee, plus the mayor of Tulum Port City Hall, the Speaker of the City Council, and more than a hundred members, as well as various departments of the City Hall Chief official, two or three hundred people gathered here, with a cigarette in their hands, swallowing clouds and mist like a chimney.

The three major generals of the Imperial Army were expressionless, sitting behind a long table in the middle of the circular conference hall.

There was a glass of clear water in front of them, and there was only a glass of clear water.

More than a hundred soldiers surrounded the venue and stood solemnly against the wall.

Outside the gate of the venue, in the spacious corridor, also full of heavily armed Imperial Army soldiers. Outsiders are not allowed to enter, and those in the venue want to go out to the bathroom, and dozens of soldiers will be accompanied by them seamlessly throughout the process.

Mordel was holding today's unknowing number of mixed cigarettes in his mouth, and only felt that his mouth and nasal cavity were hot, as if it was on fire.

Even if he is an old smoker like this, he has been smoking cigarettes uninterruptedly for several hours, and his body is a bit unbearable.

Regardless of the heavy, soft, and expensive cashmere carpets on the venue, Model turned his head and threw his cigarette butts on the carpet with a ‘poof’.

A small pile of cigarette butts had been piled up at his feet, and many holes had been burnt out on the stalls at his feet. If it were not for the soldiers on the scene to work hard to maintain, Model would have ignited the carpet long ago, leading the entire assembly hall.

The three major generals sat there motionless, as if they hadn't seen Model's venting behavior.

Mordel's heart was angry, and at the same time, his whole body was standing upright, and a great sense of danger hit his face, causing his heart to beat violently, and the blue veins on his forehead came out unconsciously.

With a loud bang, Mordel slapped the conference table in front of him with a palm and stood up abruptly.

In the conference hall, many sleepy parliamentarians and officials refreshed and looked at Model at the same time.

"Generals, generals, your honorable imperial major general, what are we doing?" Mordel raised his hands high and roared: "Are we criminals? We committed some unforgivable felony Huh?"

"Can you tell us clearly why, the gentlemen who have some reputation in Tulum Port and are loved by all the citizens of Tulum Port, will be detained here like the little thief picking up wallets on the street?"

"Can you tell us clearly! Why are we detained here! Why cut off communication between us and our family! Why are we not allowed to even send someone to tell our home that we are safe?"

Model slapped the conference table vigorously, and patted the three-inch-thick teak table with deep cracks.

"At the very least, please give us what we deserve, the treatment that matches our identity!"

"It's dinner time... we need dinner!"

A major general stood up slowly. He put his hands on the long table in front of him and said in a low voice: "We are carrying out the order of the Duchess of Cassica, please cooperate with our actions, otherwise you will be seen if you have any changes. In order to challenge the imperial army, we will not hesitate to implement wartime military laws!"

"Explanation, no explanation."

"Dinner, there will be dinner!"

The major general who stood up clapped his hands vigorously, and after a few minutes, a group of soldiers walked in.

They carried a huge bamboo basket in their left hand, which was piled with yellow bran bread. They walked up to these noble and wealthy lords in the conference hall, and put down a bran bread in front of everyone.

These bran breads are obviously not freshly baked goods.

When the bread was placed on the table, the shell collided with the tabletop, and even made a muffled noise. This is at least three or four days of stale goods, the crust is hardened like this, the texture of the whole bread should be almost brick.

Model also got a bran bread.

Like all the elders present, he looked at the khaki in front of him with the same shape and texture as bricks, and the skin was suddenly distorted.

"Are you kidding?" Mordel suppressed his anger.

"Why can't you eat what the Imperial Army soldiers can eat?" The major general who was standing sneered, "Are you more noble than Imperial Army soldiers?"

No one said anything.

All the big masters in the conference hall wanted to point to the major general's nose and say that if they pluck a piece of hair, they are all more valuable than an imperial soldier.

But no one dared to say this.

"You want dinner, give you dinner, don't say that we have treated you respected gentlemen harshly." The major general who had just stood up sat down again, took a bran bread, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Yes, it's dinner time, everyone, eat, eat, eat, you are welcome." The major general who chewed bran bread vaguely said: "You are welcome, eat, eat... You don’t eat, but you look down on us. The Imperial Army?"

A soft cough sounded, and a dry little old man who could be around ninety years old, one of the Tulum Port Seven-member Committee, the contemporary Patriarch of the Haydn family, Dada Rong Haydn, slowly stood up.

There was a lot of baldness, only Dada, who was still stubbornly slapped on the back of his head, knocked on the conference table. He slowly said, "Generals, for half a day, we have consulted many times that we were detained here. However, the three distinguished generals did not give us any answer."

After a heavy sigh, Dada squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Then, can I ask..."

The major general who chewed the bran bread raised his head, straightened his neck, and swallowed the hard bread raw. He interrupted Dada's words: "I know what you want to ask. His Excellency Hessen, the head of the Rittal family, is not here because... he is a good person."

The three major generals laughed at the same time.

Another major general raised the glass in front of him, took a sip of water slowly, and said calmly: "This is the original words of the Duke. Your Excellency Hessian is a good man. He is of noble character, gentle and pure, especially law-abiding, and kind. He is an outstanding representative of the outstanding citizens of the empire and a model of the nobility of the empire."

"So, His Excellency Hessian does not need to be present in this investigation."

"On the contrary, Your Excellency Hessian is now cooperating with Your Excellency the Duke to make suggestions and contribute to the investigation of the truth of Zhong Qiu's murder.

The major general put down the water glass, swept his hard gaze over Moder and Dada, and smiled softly: "After all, you are gentlemen beloved by others, so this is my explanation, but only this time."

The three major generals glanced at each other, and at the same time twitched their lips and smiled.

Mordell and Dada were trembling with anger, and even the many big masters in the conference hall had their faces twisted, as if they had heard the most shameless sneer in the world.

Hessian... ‘good character’? "Gentle and innocent"? ‘Obeying the law’?

Ha... Everyone present can no longer comment on such an explanation.

As for'being kind and giving'... If Liya, the mistress of the Rittal family, the famous'prodigal wife' in Tulum, who often lavishly gives money to Yingui Church is also considered as'being kind and generous', then she is very prestigious. Tujia, it is indeed a'being good and doing good'!

But, the point of the question is, is Hesse running errands for Duke Ross?

Is he making suggestions and contributions for the Duke of Ross?

Is he assisting Duke Ross in investigating the truth about Zhong Qiu's murder?

Mordell, Dada and others only felt chills in the back of their heads, and their hairs couldn't help but stand up.

What does Hesse want?

No, it's not Hessian's problem. It's Duke Ross behind Hessian, the **** female demon who slaughtered countless Jiaxijia natives. What does she want to do?

‘Bang Dang’, the gate of the conference hall was violently pushed open by two colonel officers. They strode to the three major generals and handed them an envelope made of kraft paper. In the middle of the envelope, you can clearly see the island shadow blood cuckoo shield emblem.

A major general tore open the envelope and pulled out a letterhead from it.

The three major generals got together, read the information on the letterhead carefully, and then they nodded.

A colonel turned around and pointed at the dry bald old man Dada: "Dada Jon Haydn, Claude Jon Haydn is waiting for you outside. You can talk to him. Talk about it."

Mordel's face suddenly twitched.

Dada's expression suddenly relaxed, and then quickly tightened.

The Tulun Harbor masters who were present stared at Dada with fiery eyes.

Dada left his seat silently and quickly followed the two colonels out of the conference hall. The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became solidified, and the hearts of Moder and others were heavy, as if a mountain was pressing in their hearts.

The five members of the seven-member committee who were still on the scene quickly looked at each other~www.ltnovel.com~ In their hearts, Dada has been labeled as untrustworthy. At this critical juncture, Dada was able to leave. In the conference hall, he was able to meet his brother Crowder...

The Haydn family's reputation in Port Tulum is not very good. They have always been known for "conspiracy calculations". What they are best at is betraying their partners and making huge profits.

Mordel took out another mixed cigarette, and he bit the cigarette fiercely in confusion, and he was confused for a while.

After an unknown period of time, the gate of the conference hall was violently pushed open again.

A team of imperial soldiers, a team of church knights, this strange combination strode into the hall.

"General, we are instructed to capture the heresy Charon Jon Caban." A leading colonel saluted the three major generals, and said out loud.

There was a sudden chaos in the conference hall, and countless people looked at the confused contemporary Patriarch of the Kaban family, Charon Jon Kaban, in horror.

The same bald and short, but chubby, cheerful-looking Charon Yon Caban pointed to himself blankly: "Me? Heresy? No, no, no, you must be mistaken..."

Several church knights arrogantly rushed to Charon's side, drew their long swords, and put them on his neck.

A church knight was extremely rude and unreasonable. He smashed his long sword and slammed it on Charon’s shoulder with a heavy hilt. Everyone heard a crisp fracture. Charon let out a miserable cry. Kneeled on the ground.

Mordell and others were ashamed!

They looked at each other anxiously—the Duchess of Rose actually joined forces with the church?

In Mordel's heart, a desperate idea suddenly came up.