Book of Gods and Demons

In the afternoon, Tulum Port Railway Station, under the scorching sun, the spirit of the iron-gray thorn flowers surrounding the railway station became more and more brilliant.

On platform No. 1, the whistle of the gendarmerie was one after another, and they vigorously waved the red flag in their hands. Six hundred navy soldiers rushed onto the platform, and amid the stern screams of the officers, they lined up in three neat rows for reading at the fastest speed.

A fifty-member military band, carrying various musical instruments, ‘dangled bells’ for a while, and then formed a small square on the north side of the reading queue.

A quarter of an hour later, accompanied by the high-pitched siren, a train spit out thick smoke from the north, and began to slow down a few miles away. He hummed all the way, slowly drove into the station, and stopped on the railway. On the second platform on the opposite side.

On every carriage of this train, the flag of the Imperial Navy was flying. Accompanied by a rushing and powerful command, the door of the carriage opened. A line of sailors wearing soft leather caps with double streamers, sea soul shirts, shorts and soft leather boots walked out of the carriage and lined up on the platform. A neat small square is formed.

The sharp whistle sounded, the front of this train began to exhale white gas, and the train slowly drove south into the auxiliary road.

This train was loaded with sailors formed by two regiments. They quickly crossed the railroad through the flyovers on platforms No. 1 and No. 2 to line up behind Platform No. 1.

Compared with the local sailors in Tulum Harbor who were short and had their skin darkened by the sun, these sailors were tall and burly. They were all over six feet one inch tall, and their skin was characteristic of wind and waves, but their skin was very different. It looks extra fair.

Immediately afterwards, a long troop train came in the distance.

Nearly two regiments of sailors walked out of the train and organized their teams on the second platform.

Almost immediately following the second troop transport train, an armored train spewed thick water vapor and slowly entered the station like an evil beast.

There are only nine carriages in the front and rear, with only nine carriages in the middle. The front and the carriages in the middle are covered with thick iron armor. There are also armored trains with small-caliber field guns erected above the two carriages, slowly entering the station and stopping at No. 1. Platform.

The commander of the military band vigorously waved his right hand, and an impassioned "Imperial Navy March" suddenly played.

The doors of the armored train opened. In the middle carriages, first more than 20 young people wearing traditional imperial noble costumes and sabers around their waists walked out slowly. Each of them was surrounded by three or five traditional knight costumes. Expressionless cold man.

A little while later, when the "Imperial Navy March" was about to finish, the door of the middle carriage opened. Two middle-aged men wearing black court noble dresses and holding heavy royal ceremonial scepters, their complexions were as rigid as tinplate. The man walked out of the carriage slowly with a square step.

They walked out of the car door, left and right, and stood on either side of the car door.

Then a stiffer expression than these two middle-aged men, a stiff old man with every move like a machine walked out of the car, he walked out of the car door, one turned to the left, and then took two steps back.

Lifting his head, the old man slowly said in an extremely high-pitched and extremely majestic voice: "Praise the Queen, the Durham Empire..."

At this moment, the musicians of the military band gathered their strength and played the national anthem of the Durham Empire. The high-pitched music instantly suppressed the old man's voice, and almost no one on the platform heard what the old man said.

The commander of the Imperial Navy Tulum Fleet, the commander-in-chief of the Tulum Naval Port, the Imperial Rear Admiral Papasi, and a large group of naval officers in uniforms, as early as the first "Imperial Naval March" sounded, they had already gotten together. The northernmost side of the reading team, which is near the door of the carriage.

As the national anthem sounded, the old man’s high-pitched voice just spoke, Major General Parpathi and a group of subordinates straightened their bodies at the same time, and made a military salute in a snap.

A young man wearing a dark blue admiral's tuxedo. There are no golden stars representing military ranks on the epaulettes. Instead, two battleship Hydra navy shield badges are inlaid on the left and the right. A dozen of them are also wearing the same. The young man in navy uniform walked out of the carriage slowly.

The young man in a big tuxedo wore a saber around his waist and a big cloak. Under the cap, the dark gray eyes were deep and cold, and his eyes were like knives. They swept past the chilling naval officers like Papaxi and others. .

"Fancy, ostentatious, you learned this when you were in Tulum Port?" The young man stood in front of Papa, who was more than six feet eight inches tall, and looked down at Papa, just in the blink of an eye, Papa. Xi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs began to tremble violently unconsciously.

"Frederite... Your Highness..." Papaxi forced a dry smile.

"How is the situation?" Friedrich's voice was low and hoarse, not at all the vigor and sunshine that young people in their twenties should have, but full of deep fatigue and suffocating pressure.

"Very bad, Your Highness." Papathy lowered his voice: "That information, Miss Henie Wei did not succeed, but fell into the hands of the Duke of Cassica; Miss Henie Wei will do her own way..."

Frederick interrupted Papathi: "Again, how about Henie Wei?"

Papathy’s waist suddenly bent, and he said anxiously: “Miss Hainiwei made a decisive decision to take the opportunity to attack the Rittal family and implement the plan of'the magpie’s nest occupied by the drunkard'. The plan failed. Now Miss Heineway and Her Excellency Hanks have been...illegal detained."

Frederick nodded slowly: "Where are our friends?"

Papathy straightened up, and his tone became extremely heavy: "The Wells, Turings, Dorens, Cecils, Haydn, Caban, and dozens of families who followed them. The tribe members were all arrested. Their assets were all sealed up. Some of their subordinates were caught with conclusive evidence and were directly shot dead during the arrest."

Frederick’s dark gray eyes suddenly lit up, accompanied by a faint "click" sound, a terrible cold air emanated from his body, and the granite floor under his feet quickly covered a thin layer. Grey borneol.

"His Royal Highness!" Papaxi whispered.

The cold light in Friedrich's eyes diminished, and he slowly said, "Where is Henie Wei, go to her first."

The underground black cell of the Tulum Port Police Station.

The sixth floor underground.

The wettest, darkest, and deepest cell.

The air here is full of suffocating viscous viscous energy. There seem to be countless souls in the air breathing in low voices. Seven or eight whale oil lamps hung in front of the cell door. The fist-sized flames could not make this place change. It is more bright, but it makes people feel more dull and hot.

The heavy iron door full of rust and other dirt was opened, and the rusty door shaft made a loud noise, like a monster roaring.

A pungent musty smell rushed out, and several Ritto guards carried kerosene lanterns and walked into the cell first, and then Hineville's hysterical curse came from the cell.

Joe stood at the door of the cell and looked inward.

The cell was fifteen or six feet long and damp. There were some rusty metal rings fixed on the dark painted walls. Hineway and Hanks had iron rings around their necks and long chains. , Is fixed on the metal ring like a slave.

The guards hung the lantern on the lamp stand on the wall, and the small cell became bright.

There was wind blowing in the air vent in the corner of the cell, the lantern light shook slightly, the rat squeaking in the air vent, and the peculiar smell in the air became thicker.

"Joe Rong Witto!" Hai Niwei sat on the dirty ground, screaming at Joe with her teeth and claws.

As Joe had judged when she was in the break room, Henie Wei was on the verge of collapse.

A calf was seriously injured, and the pain came like a tide.

Although the wound was bandaged a bit, Hineville, who has been in good condition since childhood, has never been to such a dark, dirty, damp, filthy...even a black prison where there are rats, cockroaches, snails, and slugs!

Heineway, and Hanks lying next to her, was really about to collapse.

Ya stood beside Joe and said in a cold voice: "Because the attack on the lady and the lady was involved, the brothers were not allowed to do it. According to your instructions, the young master bandaged their wounds and took some potions to replenish energy. Now, they should have plenty of physical strength to withstand your next inquiry, Master."

Joe nodded in satisfaction.

Regarding the attack on Liya and Tifa, Henri Wei and Hanks are both nobles and intelligence officers of the Navy Department.

The matter of torturing them is not suitable to be entrusted to the guards of the Rittal family.

"I just had a good lunch, and then I took a short break." Joe walked into the cell and grinned at the bleak, dirty, mad woman Henie Wei: "So, I'm full of energy now. , Very abundant."

"I have completed the entrustment of Duke Ross and my father very well~www.ltnovel.com~ I have done a good job, the person who should be arrested has been arrested, and the things that should be investigated are almost checked... Father said, always have to Give others a chance to do meritorious service."

Joe walked up to Henie Wei, squatted in front of her and smiled: "So, I have enough time and energy...but I am not patient enough to discuss a very serious issue with you."

"Let's talk about why you attacked my mother, my sister."

Joe reached out and grabbed Henie Wei's chin, forcing her to look up at herself.

"Moreover, your plan is to catch my mother and kill my sister." Joe frowned and looked at Henie Wei in confusion: "You guys, can you tell me what you want to do?"

Ya coughed lightly, he beckoned, and all the guards in the cell walked out, and Ya pulled the cell door vigorously, making the guards stand far away. Only he and a few old family members stood there. The door of the prison.

Henie Wei took a deep breath, then spit on Joe's face.

Qiao raised his right hand and slapped Heniewei's face with a clean slap. With a miserable howl, Heniewei fell to the ground with blood constantly flowing from the corners of her mouth.

She opened her mouth and spit out two big white teeth.

"There are some good dentists in Tulum, I can introduce you to them." Joe smiled and said, "Or, do you need an orthopedic doctor more?"

The four-wheeled carriage ‘Gululu’ moved forward, and the sailors lined up neatly, following the carriage and ran wildly.

Friedrich's voice came from the carriage: "Speed ​​up, hurry up!"

"If they dare to hurt Henie Wei, I swear... I swear..."

Twenty four-wheeled carriages slowly accelerated and quickly left the group of sailors behind.