The night was dark, and the wind and rain were even more abusive.

Tulum Port City Hall, smoky fire in the conference hall on the top floor.

Headed by Moder Jung Wales, six of the seven-member committee of the port of Tulun, plus the mayor of the port of Tulun City Hall, the president of the city council, and more than 100 councillors, as well as the heads of the various departments of the town hall, two or three hundred people gathered here, each with a cigarette in his hand, like a chimney.

The three Imperial Major Generals sat behind a long table in the middle of the circular arena with expressionless faces.

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

More than 100 soldiers surrounded the assembly hall and stood solemnly against the wall.

Outside the gate of the venue, in the spacious corridor, there were also heavily armed Imperial Army soldiers. Outsiders were not allowed to enter, and people in the venue wanted to go out to the bathroom, and dozens of soldiers would be accompanied by them seamlessly.

Moder had an unknown number of mixed cigarettes in his mouth, and he felt that his mouth and nose were hot, as if they were on fire.

Even if he is an old smoker like him, he smokes cigarettes for hours on end, and his body is a little unbearable.

Ignoring the heavy, soft, and expensive cashmere carpet that lay out of the convention grounds, Moder turned his head and spat the cigarette butt onto the carpet with a 'poof'.

There was already a small pile of cigarette butts piled up at his feet, and the stall at his feet was a mess with many holes burned. If it weren't for the efforts of the soldiers present, Moder would have set the carpet on fire and led the entire assembly hall to life.

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

Moder was angry in his heart, and at the same time, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and a great sense of danger came to his face, making his heart beat wildly, and the green tendons on his forehead came out unconsciously.

With a loud bang, Moder slapped his palm on the conference table in front of him and stood up suddenly.

In the assembly hall, many sleepy parliamentarians and officials perked up their spirits and looked at Moder at the same time.

"Generals, generals, Your Excellency the Imperial Major General, may I ask, what are we doing?" Modell raised his hands in the air and hissed, "Are we criminals?" Have we committed some unpardonable felony? ”

"Can you tell us definitively why we, who have some fame in the port of Tulum and are unanimously loved by all the citizens of the port of Tulum, are detained here like little thieves who pick up wallets on the streets?"

"Can you tell us explicitly? Why are we being held here! Why cut off our communication from our families! Why are we not even allowed to send someone to report our safety to our families? ”

Modell slammed the conference table hard, slapping deep cracks into the three-inch-thick teak table.

"At the very least, please give us the treatment we deserve and match our status!"

"It's dinner time...... We need dinner! ”

A major general slowly stood up, he pressed his hands on the long table in front of him, and said in a low voice: "We are carrying out the orders of the Duchess of Casica, please cooperate with our actions, otherwise any abnormal movement of you will be regarded as a provocation to the imperial army, and we will not hesitate to enforce the military law in wartime!" ”

"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.

In their left hand, they carried a huge bamboo basket filled with yellow bran bread. They walked up to these noble, wealthy men in the assembly hall, and laid down a bran loaf of bread in front of everyone.

These breads are obviously not freshly baked.

When the bread was placed on the table, the crust collided with the tabletop, and there was even a muffled 'bang' sound. This is at least three or four days old, the shell is hard like this, and the texture of the whole bread should be about the same as a brick.

Moder also got a bran loaf.

He, like all the big men present, looked at the earthy yellow thing in front of him in great amazement, with the same shape as a brick and a texture as hard as a brick, and his face was suddenly distorted.

"Are you kidding?" Modell suppressed the anger in his heart.

"What the Imperial soldiers can eat, why can't you?" The major general who was standing sneered: "Are you more noble than the soldiers of the Imperial Army?" ”

No one said a word.

All the big men in the conference hall wanted to point to the nose of this major general and say that they were worth a lot more than an Imperial soldier when they plucked out a hair.

But no one dared to say this.

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

"That's right, it's dinner time, everyone eat, eat, eat, you're welcome." The major general, who munched on the bran bread, said vaguely: "You're welcome, eat, eat...... You don't eat it, but do you look down on our Imperial Army? ”

A soft cough sounded, and a dry, little old man of about ninety years old, one of the seven-member committee of Tulum Harbor, the contemporary head of the Haydn family, Dada Rong Haydn, slowly stood up.

Dada, who had a large patch of bald hair and only a large piece of hair hanging stubbornly on the back of his head, knocked on the conference table, and he said slowly: "Generals, for half a day, we have consulted many times about the reason why we are being detained here, but the three honorable generals have not given us any answer. ”

Exhaling heavily, Dada squinted his eyes and said coldly, "So, can I ask a ......?"

The major general, who had munched on the bran bread, raised his head, straightened his neck, and swallowed the hard bread raw. He interrupted Dada: "I know what you want to ask. The Lord Hesse, the head of the Ritu family, is not here because...... He's a good guy. ”

The three major generals laughed at the same time.

Another major general picked up the water cup in front of him, took a sip of water slowly, and said indifferently: "These are the original words of His Excellency the Duke, His Excellency Hesse is a good person, he has a noble character, gentle and pure, especially law-abiding, benevolent, and is an outstanding representative of the outstanding citizens of the empire and a model of the nobles of the empire." ”

"Therefore, His Excellency Hesse does not need to be present for this investigation."

"On the contrary, Your Excellency Hesse is now cooperating with His Excellency the Duke to make suggestions and contribute to the investigation of the truth of the Mid-Autumn bloodbath."

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

The three major generals glanced at each other and smiled at the corners of their mouths.

Moder and Dada were so angry that they trembled, and even the many big men in the conference hall had their faces distorted, as if they had heard the most shameless joke in the world.

Hesse ...... 'noble character'? 'Gentle and pure'? 'Law-abiding'?

Ha...... None of us present were able to make any comments on such an exposition.

As for saying, 'Be generous'...... If the Mistress of the Wittu family, Lia, the famous 'loser girl' in Tulum Port, often sends money to the Yingui Church in a lavish manner, which can be regarded as 'charity', then the Wittu family is indeed 'charity'!

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

Is he giving advice and contributing to Duke Ross?

Is he assisting Duke Ross in investigating the truth about the Mid-Autumn Bloodbath?

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

What does Hesse want to do?

No, it's not Hesse's problem, it's the Duke of Ross behind Hesse, the bloody witch who slaughtered countless Cassican natives, what does she want to do?

'Bang', the door of the assembly hall was violently pushed open by two colonel officers, who strode up to the three major generals and handed them an envelope made of brown paper. In the center of the envelope, the Shima Shadow Blood Cuckoo Coatcoat of Arms is clearly visible.

A major general tore open the envelope and pulled out a piece of letterhead.

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

A colonel turned and pointed at the dry, balding little old man, Dada, "Dada Jung Haydon, Claude Jung Haydon is waiting for you outside." You can have a good talk with him. ”

Modell's face twitched.

Dada's expression suddenly relaxed, then quickly tensed.

The old men of Tulun Port who were present stared at Dada with fiery eyes.

Dada left his seat without saying a word, and quickly followed the two colonels out of the assembly hall. The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became solidified, and the hearts of Moder and the others were heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on their hearts.

The five members of the seven-member committee who were still present quickly glanced at each other.

In their minds, Dada had been labeled as untrustworthy, and at this critical juncture, Dada was able to leave the convention hall and he was able to meet with his brother Claude......

The Haydn family had a bad reputation in Port Tulum, and they had a reputation for 'scheming', and what they were best at was selling out their partners and making huge profits.

Modell took out another mixed cigarette roll, and in a state of confusion, he bit the cigarette so hard that he was out of proportion for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the conference hall was violently pushed open again.

A strange combination of Imperial soldiers and Knights strode into the convention hall.

"General, we are ordered to capture the heretic Charon Yung Kaban." One of the colonels leading the team saluted the three major generals and uttered earth-shattering words out loud.

There was a sudden chaos in the conference hall, and countless people looked at the bewildered Caron Rong Kaban, the contemporary head of the Kaban family.

The same bald, the same short, but chubby and round, very cheerful-looking Charon Rong Kaban pointed at himself blankly: "Me? Heterodox? No, no, no, you must be mistaken......"

Several knights of the Church brutally approached Charon, drew their swords, and put them around his neck.

One of the knights of the Church was extremely rough and unreasonable, picked up his long sword, and slammed the heavy hilt of the sword on Charon's shoulder, and everyone heard the crisp sound of fractures, and Charon howled miserably, and immediately fell to his knees.

Moder and the others suddenly looked like ashes!

They looked at each other with trepidation—Duchess Ross, who had joined forces with the Church?

In Moder's heart, a desperate thought suddenly arose.