Book of Gods and Demons

The 99th Palm Street is in a mess.

The flowers and plants in the yard were completely shattered, and the broken wood and leaves were scattered all over the ground. Under the ravages of the storm, it became more and more messy and withered.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army blocked two nearby blocks, especially all the residents on Palm Street. Soldiers were stationed at the gates and back doors of each house, and they were strictly prohibited from entering and leaving.

The Rittal’s guards spread to seven or eight blocks nearby, wandering around, found familiar gang members, as well as various unscrupulous citizens who took part in the door, and asked them for all useful news.

Chief Stein personally led the team and rushed to the scene with a group of experienced detectives and police officers.

Ms. Xiu Bool, who was crying bitterly, was huddled up on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, supported by several round-waisted female police officers.

The tall and beautiful Ms. Soupol was wrapped in a velvet nightgown, and she tightly grasped a kraft paper envelope with her hands. She used too much force, causing the backs of her white hands to protrude.

"Zhahir, Zahir, woo...my dear little elk!" Xiu Boer muttered up and down: "He said that he would give me good news. He said that our future happiness is guaranteed..."

"Why is this, why is this?" Xiu Boer's face was full of tears, and the whole person was in collapse.

With his bare legs, Qiao leaned against the door frame of the lobby on the first floor. His whole body was steaming, and visible white gas was constantly emerging from his wet clothes and hair.

Several detectives ran up and down with the police, carefully investigating the scene.

A female police officer brought up a cup of hot chocolate, and two female police officers helped Xiupol to drink the fragrant and delicious cup of hot chocolate one bite at a time.

Xiuper’s expression was much better, and her mental state was obviously normal. She curled up on the sofa, looking at the police officers surrounding her, and then at the iron-gray figure that dangled from time to time in the yard outside. She was scattered and irrelevant. A look gradually emerged from his green eyes.

Wearing a short cape, a small dress, and a small round hat, Tulum Port First Class Police Lieutenant, Senior Inspector Dorrent, holding a small notebook in his left hand and a pencil in his right, smiled to the show. In front of Boll.

Dorrent is not tall, he is born with a beaming round face, round eyes, round nose, small round mouth, gentle and approachable temperament. As he approached, Saubol looked at him seriously, shrank back slightly, and tolerated his approach.

A police officer moved a chair and placed it next to the sofa. Dorrent smiled and nodded to Showball: "Ms. Showball, can I sit here?"

Not waiting for Xiu Boer to speak, Dorrent was already sitting in his chair calmly.

"You must be strong... because when we checked your wound just now, our experienced female police doctor told me that you are pregnant." Dorrent looked at Xiu Boer with a gentle face: "So, please be sure. Be strong...for the child in your womb, okay?"

Xiu Boer's eyes widened suddenly, she looked at Dorrent in disbelief, and then whispered: "Oh, my little elk... the great Mu, the benevolent Muteste, I have a baby... it's Zahir's child!"

"It's Lord Zahir's child." Dorrent sighed softly, "Unfortunately, Lord Zahir didn't know the good news... Therefore, we should avenge him, right?"

Xiu Boer's expression has gradually become resolute and strong from the messy, weak and helpless before.

Although she is only a little woman, she has the strong vitality unique to the little people at the bottom, especially at this moment, the child in her belly gives her inexplicable strength and courage.

Putting down the kraft paper envelope in his hand, Xiu Boer's long and slender hands carefully pressed on his lower abdomen. She looked at Dorrent seriously, and asked him in a low voice: "You can find the murderer, can't you?"

"We need your help. Without your help, it would be difficult for us to find the murderer...because until now, we have almost no knowledge of the situation of His Excellency Zahir in Tulum." Dorrent gradually increased. In his own tone, he said to Xiu Boer very seriously: "Only with your help can we find usable clues."

Joe put his hands on his chest and watched quietly the exchange between Dorrent and Soupol.

Dorrent’s answering skills are worth learning from Joe, but Joe believes that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot have the affinity of Inspector Dorrent. If it was Qiao that suddenly came to Xiu Boer, she would probably yell ‘Help’, and then slap Joe’s face with a paw?

However, Joe can understand Xiuper's mood at the moment.

What a beautiful and lovely lady, but encountered such a thing.

Thinking of the combat power shown by the tall figure before, Joe couldn't help but feel a numb scalp, and at the same time an inexplicable anger rushed into his heart.

Fudel of the Caban family, after being abused by someone led by Longinus for a while, he never confessed.

But when his father, mother, his brothers and sisters, and even with the close cooperation of the Kaban family, his two little lovers were brought to him by the church knights, and then they were taken in just a quarter of an hour. After tossing into a pool of humanoid flesh and blood, Fu Del's psychological defense finally collapsed completely.

Zahir, the editor-in-chief of the "Tulum Port Post", a downturned little nobleman from the imperial capital, stands behind him a noble man with wide wrists.

In order to better sell the slaves of the Kaban family, Fu Del has repeatedly advertised in the "Tulum Port Post", and tried his best to promote how excellent the slaves of the Kaban family are and how popular they are.

After coming and going, Fu Del became friends with Zahir, and Zahir also intentionally or unconsciously revealed his huge network of contacts in the imperial capital and his terrifying background.

The Caban House, even the Caban House, one of the Seven-member Committee of Tulum Port, is only a small existence in the entire Durham Empire.

Yes, the Kaban family has money, but what about money?

The Duchess of Rose, the Duke of Cassica and the Governor of the Imperial Southern Special Zone, this Southern Special Zone alone, in addition to the trading hub of Port Tulum, has three other provinces under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Rose.

And the entire southern region of the empire, both in population and territory, only accounted for about one-thirtieth of the southern territory of the empire.

The huge Durham Empire also has a larger area and a more populous territory.

For example, the northern cold region with nearly 100 provinces, the western plateau territories with nearly 60 provinces in the neighboring highlands, the eastern plains and forest territories with nearly 80 provinces with dense population and developed industries, and the most traditional empire , The origin of the Durham Empire, has nearly thirty provinces in the central Everglades region.

In addition, the Durham Empire still has dozens of large and small islands on the northern ice ocean; overseas, it has seized more than a dozen large and populous colonies in recent years.

A huge empire, a powerful empire, like a giant beast, coiling around the Deren Empire in the hinterland of the mainland of Medland.

The Caban family is rich and rich; powerful and powerful.

But the Kaban house in Tulum Harbor is really just a tiny ant compared to the entire Durham Empire.

The Caban family can call the wind and rain in Tulum Harbour, and the Caban family is just the most inconspicuous and lowest-ranking ‘Little Junker’ in the empire’s ‘Junker Chaebol Noble Group’.

In the mouths of the upper-class nobles of the empire, the Caban family can probably get such an evaluation-"Just walked out of the mountains of Jiasijia Island, smelly with sheep mutton, descendants of robbers and bandits, they are learning to wear poorly. The southern hillbilly who eats in clothes'!

Then, there is a high probability that the upper-class nobles will add a sentence-‘Among all the southern hillbillies, they are also the lowest grade...uncivilized hillbilly’!

Zahir is an imperial aristocrat who has fallen in his family, but his ancestors used to be rich. He has connections in the emperor, has connections, has a backing, and he is very influential!

Fu Del is ambitious.

He wants to be the helm of the Caban family.

He wants to make the Caban family go one step further, from the "Little Junker" who is in the port of Tulum, to the "Great Junker" that can affect the economy of several provinces.

Even if possible, it would be perfect to replace the "Rong" before the family name with the noble "Feng".

Zahir showed his influence in front of Fu Del.

Fu Del commissioned Zahir to do some things. For example, ~www.ltnovel.com~ put Fu Del’s confidants into the police, customs, and tax bureaus of the province next door to Tulum Port. The small transactions that Fu Del did in private were enough to go unimpeded around Tulum Harbor.

Zahir used the extremely high efficiency and the efficiency that horrified Fu Del, and smoothly arranged Fu Del's people to the position he wanted.

He is just the editor-in-chief of the "Tulum Port Post", but he can intervene in the personnel appointments of the provinces next to Tulum Port!

Zahir's power and influence shocked Fu Del.

The two gradually changed from ordinary customer relationships to friends and then close friends. When the two of them had a deep friendship, Zahir told Fu Del very frankly that behind him stood the top big man in the imperial aristocratic circle. .

Zahir told Fu Del that he was ordered to come to Tulum Port to make friends, develop influence, raise funds, collect supplies, and expand influence for the big man in the imperial capital.

This time, at the order of Zahir, Fu Del was responsible for helping cover and cooperating with a group of highlanders.

When Fu Del couldn't resist the tyrannical methods of the church knights, and finally confessed Zahir, Zahir was killed immediately.

With a cigar in his mouth, Major General Duolong, who was not dripping with water, approached Joe's side.

"The great man in the imperial capital, the sword skills of the palace, and the almost complete power of the shadow wolf of the swamp." Major General Duolong breathed out thick smoke, and said solemnly, "Sure enough, it is the great man in the imperial capital. s method."

Major General Duolong patted Joe's arm heavily: "Joe, you have done a good job... But, you must be careful in the future, and you must be careful. The big figures in the imperial capital are generally very small-minded."

Qiao looked at Major General Duolong in astonishment, and angrily spit out an swear word.