August 20, 1379, early morning in the Medland Glory calendar.

The thick clouds dispersed, leaving only a few shell-like rain clouds suspended in the sky, raining light raindrops over parts of Tulum Harbor.

More than a dozen four-wheeled carriages, surrounded by dozens of guards, rushed to 99 Palm Street.

The two little maids of the Vettu family sat in a carriage and brought Joe a change of clothes, and even a breakfast that Leah had made herself early in the morning.

Joe borrowed the bathroom of room 99, took a hot shower, and changed into brand-new clothes that were ironed neatly.

Sitting in a carriage and enjoying the service of two little maids, Joe gulped down fresh milk bread, fried bacon, roasted rabbit legs, fried eggs, and fragrant and delicious seafood soup.

The breakfast made by Liya herself was extremely rich, and in front of Joe, there was even a smooth roast goose and a fat and cute roast suckling pig, which was a delicacy that could only be prepared several hours in advance, which showed how distressed Liya was for Joe who was running around.

The breakfast prepared by Leah was generous and generous, enough for several people to enjoy it properly.

Qiao warmly invited the five major generals including Duolong to have breakfast with Director Stein, but the five major generals politely refused, and His Excellency Stein was not in the mood to eat breakfast at all, and was still busy in the building with a cigarette in his mouth.

The guards of the Rittal family also gathered around a dozen elongated four-wheeled carriages, enjoying a hearty and steaming breakfast.

Of course, they were not treated as well as Joe, but the charred butter bread, the thick, yellow-fried hot bacon, the unlimited supply of fried eggs and fried chicken wings, and the aromatic hot coffee mixed with fresh milk and plenty of cane sugar were already a pleasure for the small landlords of Tulun Port.

Logistics trucks made of hardwood were pulled one by one, and Major General Doron and his soldiers began to enjoy breakfast in batches.

Compared to the guards of the Ritu, the soldiers had only a pound of brown bread, a large piece of salty stewed meat, and a slightly sweet glass of milk.

The soldiers' meals were so monotonous and crude, and they were full and full.

And whether it is a soldier, a lieutenant, a colonel, or even Major General Duolong, all of them eat exactly the same, nothing more than unlimited black bread for lieutenants, unlimited stewed salted meat for colonels, and unlimited milk for the five major generals.

In the Delenian Empire, the higher the rank, the stronger the strength, and the larger the amount of food consumed, so they can get enough food to fill their bellies, but there is absolutely no difference in the type from the soldiers - this is a tradition practiced by the Delenian Empire for hundreds of years, in the army, generals and privates are treated equally.

Major-General Ya and Doron greeted him and sent several elongated four-wheeled wagons to the soldiers.

Baskets of hot fried chicken wings and fried bacon were carried down by the logistics soldiers, lined up in a neat line, and the soldiers who were standing on the side of the street gulping down breakfast suddenly let out a low cheer and saluted Joe's side.

The aroma of food wafted through the palm tree street, and on the horizon in the east, a red light lazily drilled out, dragging and lingering at the junction of the sea and the sky, slow and unwilling to jump into the sky.

After a quarter of an hour of delay, a red sun slowly rose into the sky, and the golden red sun illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The sentinels at the front and back doors of the houses on Palm Tree Street were withdrawn, and the sound of the door shaft turning, some of the servants, probing their brains, cautiously walked out of their doors, stood on the side of the street, and looked at this side from a distance.

Last night, Major General Doron and the attacker had a big fight, and there was a lot of commotion. In particular, the last metal ball dropped by the attacker was so loud that it woke up the residents of several nearby neighborhoods.

The brightly dressed and well-dressed servants cautiously approached the patrolman standing on the side of the road.

The patrolmen, who had just eaten and drunk to their heart's content, yawned and lazily chattered with the servants.

Through these patrolmen, the word spread quickly.

Soon, the old men, ladies, ladies, and sons of Palm Avenue and a few surrounding neighborhoods received the news that Mr. Zahir von Schiller, the young and promising newspaper genius of Port Tulum and the editor-in-chief of the Port Tulun Post, had unfortunately been victimized.

According to the testimony of Miss Showball, who broke into 99 Palm Tree Avenue and brutally killed Mr. Zahir, it was a group of highlanders, a group of thugs with the smell of sheep's flesh.

However, the highlanders did not run away.

The Imperial Police and Imperial Army soldiers arrived in time, arrested all the rioters, and sent them to the police station for detention.

So, rest assured that the citizens of Palm Street, and the surrounding neighborhoods, have enough power to protect their people, and these highlanders are already grasshoppers after autumn, just stumbling in despair.

The chubby, round, smiling, and friendly patrolmen laughed and chatted with the servants, through whom they passed on the official message of the port of Tulum to the masters behind the servants.

The chaos in the port of Tulun will soon be over, and all the enemies who have ill intentions and have harbored a long-term peace of mind for the Delun Empire have been almost wiped out, and the port of Tulun will soon return to its original harmony, tranquility, prosperity and prosperity.

Mr. Zahir's death was a very unfortunate accident.

It really was just an accident.

The patrolmen warn the servants, consciously or unconsciously, that the attack on Mr. Zahir was probably due to the fact that he had accidentally exposed his wealth during the day, and that these highland thugs, perhaps short of money, wanted to make a fortune and escape......

Who knows?

The residents of Palm Avenue were immediately distracted.

Zahir was robbed for revealing his wealth? So, what about them? On weekdays, their sons and daughters are as proud as little swans, lest people don't know that they are rich!

The head of the family placed a grounding order on his family, and a large number of servants rushed to the sheriff's committee in the port of Tulum.

Under the Public Security Committee of Tulun Port, there is a standing militia joint defense force, which has no weak combat power. This militia joint defense force can accept the employment of citizens as short-term bodyguards and guards.

There is no doubt that because of the deliberate guidance of these patrol officers, the trade of the Tulun Port Sheriff Committee will be very prosperous in the next few months.

The gate of 47 Palm Avenue opened, and a white-body, red-roofed, delicately shaped four-wheeled carriage walked out briskly. The old coachman flicked his whip, and the two horses pulling the cart snorted, and pulled the carriage towards No. 99.

Jo had eaten his heart's content, and now he was leaning back in the carriage, holding a coffee cup in his left hand and patting his belly comfortably with his right hand.

Tooth and a few family experts stood beside Joe, picking their teeth with toothpicks, or like Joe, enjoying the mellow handmade coffee made from the best coffee beans of the Black Continent.

"Oh, is that the young lady?" Tooth bowed his head, spit out the toothpick in his mouth heavily, and then took out a cigar and held it in the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Vilenya, she's in really good shape." The other captain of the guard chuckled under his breath, and in order to retrieve the navy's survey data, they had all followed Joe and infiltrated Miss Vilenya's boudoir.

"Don't underestimate her...... Our Miss Vilenya, tsk, maybe it's not that simple. Joe's expression became extremely lewd, unusually lewd, a big fat face wrinkled, and he smiled at Xiang Ya and several of the guards with a wink.

"The shopkeeper with a ghostface has a skill, he can judge whether a woman is still pure by her posture." Jo took a sip of the coffee in the cup, handed the empty cup to the little maid in the carriage, and secretly lowered his voice: "I asked the shopkeeper of the ghost face for this skill...... If I'm not mistaken, Miss Vilenya, she's as pure as the silver osmanthus that was sacrificed to Mutesthe! ”

Ya and several of the guards widened their eyes at the same time, and they all looked at Joe in disbelief.

After a long while, Ya muttered, "What is the purpose of Lord Yanan?" ”

Joe looked at the four-wheeled carriage that was getting closer and closer, and laughed, "Who knows?" Maybe...... Who knows? ”

The delicate four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of Gate 99, and on the nearby street, nearly a hundred guards of the Weitu family held down the handle of the gun on their waists at the same time, and dozens of the last batch of imperial officers and soldiers who were eating lunch also put down the food in their hands at the same time.

The carriage door opened softly, and Miss Villena, who was as beautiful as a flower, stepped out of the carriage cautiously on the pedals, wearing a white dress and a wide-brimmed hat full of beautiful bird feathers.

The guards, soldiers, and policemen who were waiting nearby made Miss Vilenya's face pale, and she walked cautiously, tremblingly, and in small steps in front of Joe.

The carriage in which Joe had breakfast had just blocked the gate of No. 99, and Miss Vilenya, clutching a small handbag with both hands, walked cautiously in front of Joe, and bowed lightly to Joe.

"Officer, I want to know, Miss Showball, she's ...... Is it safe? She's my best friend, and I'm worried about her! Miss Villeya's lips were slightly pale, and she was like a lamb standing in front of a wild bear compared to the burly Joe, and she inexplicably gave people a weak and lovely attraction that she longed to hold in her arms and protect her.

"Supor is safe, but Mr. Zahir ...... Boom, it's over! Jo put his hands behind his back and looked down at Miss Vilenya: "Ah, by the way, Miss Vilenya, by the way, I will tell you one thing, Lord Yanan is seriously injured, and you may not be able to see him for a while. ”

Vilenya raised her head in amazement, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Qiao blankly: "Your Excellency Yanan? Great Mu...... This ......"

Vilenya rolled her eyes decisively and decisively, and fainted.

The teeth and eyes on the side were quick, and they hurriedly supported her soft and slender waist. He looked at Qiao with a grin, and said with a wry smile: "Young master? ”

Joe whistled softly with his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at the end of the street.

Faint?

It's really timely...... Ho ho, Leah is right, women are born to be the best actors!

In Joe's crimson vision, Miss Vilenya was as energetic as an active volcano...... Fainting this kind of thing, hehe!

At the end of the street, a galloping horse came galloping, and a guard of the Vetuls waved a brown paper envelope.

"Young master, young master, this is the order of His Excellency the Duke, everyone on this list should be arrested immediately."

"Also, the lord has sent some of the latest ...... Confessions and evidence. ”