Book of Gods and Demons

Port of Tulum, 99 Palm Street.

It was stormy outside, and the house was peaceful and peaceful. In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, the flames of two thin white candles swayed, and the light and shadow of the bedroom were dimly illuminated by the small candlelight, making the scent of fragrance in the air more and more ambiguous.

On the large four-poster bed, among the brocades, Zahir von Schiller slept soundly.

Beside him, the tall, beautiful, green-haired and green-eyed Xiu Boer leaned against the bed, with a thin, spiced lady's cigar in his red lips.

Gently exhaling a long wisp of smoke, crushing the cigar in the crystal ashtray on the bedside table, Xiu Boer touched the messy blond hair on Zahir's head and sighed contentedly.

"Oh, dear, you are such a cute little elk." Xiu Boer chuckled softly, and his slender fingers ran across Zahir's neatly kept beard naughty.

As an unfamiliar tap dancer, he has no connections, no background, no backstage. Every time he performs, he can only mix with a large group of actors. As the background board of the heroine of the troupe, Xiu Bool once felt extremely desperate for his future. .

When he was in full bloom, he could only serve as a background as a third-rate little actor, with a total income of less than 100 gold marks a year.

Such income can barely make ends meet.

With some necessary expenses for cosmetics and clothing, Saubol couldn't even survive a copper fountain Su after a year of hard work.

If this continues, after the old age fades, in Tulum Port, a sinful city full of copper odor, extremely snobbery and reality, Saubol can't imagine the miserable life waiting for her.

Zahir von Schiller, editor-in-chief of "Tulum Port Post", a noble from the imperial capital, young, talented, and handsome, like a ray of sunlight in the night, illuminating the life of Xiu Boer.

Young, rich, talented, passionate, especially without the burden of a family, completely regarded Xiu Boer as his only lover, and even gave Xiu Boer the management of his small vault.

"Oh, dear, you are such a cute, naughty, and strong little elk... Do you know, my sisters, how envy of me?" Xiu Boer looked down at Zahir who was sleeping, and his eyebrows danced. It was so easy for her to control herself and didn't laugh out loud.

"It's such a charming little cutie... You can't let those bitches, especially those ballet dancers, get close to you." Xiu Boer took a deep breath, then held his breath and left gently. After getting out of the big bed, wearing soft velvet slippers, he picked up a cowhide briefcase on the bedside table.

Opened her mouth, her red lips opened and closed lightly, silently singing a cheerful tune, Xiu Boer followed the footsteps of the'those ballet dancers-people' in her mouth, paddling her toes, like a wind passing by In the bedroom, I came to an oil painting in the corner.

Holding the oil painting frame with both hands, the oil painting slid a few feet aside, revealing the heavy alloy door of the mountain shield safe inlaid on the wall.

Xiu Boer looked to the left and right, then turned the cipher disc carefully, and opened the safe door without any movement as much as possible.

In the three-foot-square safe, stacks of brand-new Jinmak banknotes are neatly stacked. Under the dim candle light, the bronze banknotes give a feeling of heaviness and weight.

Xiu Boer looked at these banknotes drunkly, a vein in his eyebrows beating violently.

Every time she saw these ‘cute’ in the safe, she couldn’t help the blood flow all over her body speeding up, and she felt dizzy and happy.

Zahir, her little darling, her little baby, the master who changed her destiny, is so capable.

She and Zahir had been together for just over a year. She personally stuffed stacks of banknotes into the originally empty safe, and watched the safe being filled with banknotes and various valuables day by day.

But... these banknotes, gems, pearls and the like are nothing compared to what is going to be put in the safe today.

Gently opening the briefcase, Xiu Boer took out a huge kraft paper envelope from it.

Inside the envelope is a share contract with several large seals.

She, Xiu Boer, is the beneficiary of this share contract. With this contract, she owns half of the shares of the ‘hunting spider’ sub-chamber of the Caban Chamber of Commerce in Tulum.

0.5% of the shares are very small, and they don't even have a say in the general meeting of shareholders.

However, the "Spider Hunting" sub-chamber of the Kaban Chamber of Commerce sells millions of slaves each year. As far as Saubol knows, the average net profit of a slave is more than 20 golden marks, and the profit of some high-end slaves is even higher. Sky-high price.

This mere half of the shares is enough to bring a profit of hundreds of thousands of gold marks to Show Boer every year.

"It's such a wonderful baby... how can you be so capable?" Xiu Boer looked at this thin, but high-value contract with intoxication.

In recent days, the undercurrent of Tulum Port has been turbulent and the situation has changed. Everyone feels anxious, and there is a sense of panic that a catastrophe is about to come.

But at this moment, what Xiu Boer has in his heart is endless happiness and sweetness.

No matter how Zaheer got on the line with the people from the Spider-Man Association, no matter how he acquired half of the shares, Zahir put the half of the shares under the name of Xiupol!

This represents Zahir's love for Soupol, his trust in her, and the happy future for him and her.

In Medland, as long as any household earns hundreds of thousands of gold marks each year, it is enough to live extremely luxuriously.

"Awesome, my little elk, oh, great Mu, my little elk, it's amazing!"

Xiuper was very intoxicated and silently read the rigorous clauses in the contract over and over again. She stood in front of the safe for half an hour and sighed contentedly. Put the book back into the kraft paper envelope, carefully put the envelope into the safe, and put it on top of the pile of bronze banknotes.

"Crack"!

Soupol was about to close the safe door, when the floor-to-ceiling windows from the bedroom to the terrace heard a crisp noise.

Zahir who was lying on the bed suddenly awakened. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed his hands on the bedside table, his left hand held a double barrel of flintlock, and his right hand grabbed a handle. Slender, sharp thorn sword.

"Zahir!" Xiu Bo was taken aback by the sudden movement. She looked at Zahir who was suddenly startled and gave a hysterical scream.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were violently pushed open, and the wind rushed in, blowing the heavy velvet blackout curtains and thin gauze curtains high.

A tall and thin figure rushed in from the terrace.

There was thunder and lightning from the outside world, and violent thunders rolled across the sky one after another. The huge thunder shook the crystal vessels in the bedroom humming.

With two gunshots ‘boom, boom’, Zahir did not hesitate to pull the trigger at the intruding figure.

A very thin cold light flashed by, and the two large-caliber lead bullets were still far away from the intruder. They were split into a dozen pieces by the cold light. The shrapnel fell weakly on the heavy cashmere carpet and did not emit. The slightest sound.

The sound of thunder exploded, drowning out the sound of gunshots.

Zahir swung his stabbing sword, and his shoulder blades lit up and turned red with a faint fire, and then a large burst of sparks sprayed out and turned into a pair of wings formed by sparks several feet wide behind him.

A strange, primitive and wild coercion was released from Zahir, he roared low, carrying a wave of heat, and the stabbing sword in his right hand shook rapidly, turning into a palm-wide arc of light leading to the intruder. Cut off.

The sharp and thin stabbing sword, in the hands of Zahir, has become more astonishing than the two-handed swordsman.

The body of the invading figure suddenly turned into a translucent state, and his breath and voice all disappeared at this moment.

Even Zahir was like a headless fly, losing control of the target at this moment. He could only vaguely see the opponent's shadow flickering and shaking in front of him, but he completely lost the concept of where the opponent's body was and how far away he was.

The intruder silently rushed into Zahir's arms like a phantom.

'boom'!

A special short-tube single-tube large-caliber fire blundere made a loud noise, and the muzzle almost pierced Zahir's forehead. A special cemented carbide projectile spun out quickly, Zahir's head burst open, and his body flew high backwards.

Showball stared blankly at Zahir, whose head was flying backwards with blood, put his hands on his chest, and screamed hysterically.

Storms and rain roared down, and violent thunder and lightning ruled the world.

The gunshots and shouts were all washed away by the heavy rain.

On the road leading from Old Pier No. 2 to Palm Street, UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com Joe's half of his body came out of the carriage window, letting the storm damp himself.

"Hurry up, Uncle Ya, hurry up... Damn Palm Street, I have a grudge with it, and I declare that I have a grudge with it. Don’t let me find a chance in the future, otherwise I will put it on Palm Street All of his houses are demolished!"

Just now in the warehouse No.9, Qiao Zheng was very interested, wanting to appreciate the legendary Golden Oak Church purification ceremony, and to see the methods of Archbishop Laurent to purify the heretics.

As a result, while Archbishop Laurent was still preparing various artifacts, someone from the Caban's Manor sent information.

Fu Del finally spoke and asked him to help meet and hide this group of heretics. It was Zahir von Schiller, the editor-in-chief of the "Tulum Post". The Grimace Shopkeeper immediately told Joe that Zahir had spent the night at No. 99 Palm Tree Avenue every night for more than a year.

The power of the "Sparrow Gang" is undoubtedly demonstrated again, because an orphan adopted by the Grimace Shopkeeper that year is now a small helper at No. 99 Palm Tree Street, who is responsible for taking care of the furnace water room at night.

Duke Ross just pointed to Joe lightly. Joe, who was about to watch the excitement, set off again with his team to arrest Zahir at 99 Palm Street.

Because of the heresy involved, Archbishop Laurent also appointed several high-ranking priests to accompany him.

The torrential rain was so loud that Joe finally took the team and visited Palm Street for the third time in just two days.

"Ninety-seventh, ninety-eight..." Qiao muttered the house number of a house on the side of the road. Suddenly at this moment, he heard two gunshots from the violent storm and thunder.

"Beware! Beware!" Joe raised his throat and yelled abruptly.