Early morning of August 22, 1379 in the Metland Glory calendar.

"Praise be to the merciful Mutesthe."

At the door of the small pharmacy where the grimace shopkeeper came, Qiao held his stomach up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the father, mother and daughter of several families who were crying and hugging each other with a smile.

The grimace shopkeeper clasped his hands in his sleeves and squinted at the people who were immersed in surprise and happiness.

"That's good, isn't it?"

The grimace shopkeeper sighed with satisfaction: "Anyway, Yaolu Street is my territory, although these guys have a darker heart when they collect money, they can be regarded as my peers." I also watched these little girls grow up. ”

"Corrupt spirits, those damn ones...... They are now being held in St. Hilde's Cathedral? The grimace shopkeeper looked up at the sky and cursed in a low voice: "When will they be burned at the stake?" I'm going to donate two pounds of kerosene to the cathedral. ”

"I'll give them a hundred pounds." Joe looked at the crying crowd.

The potions and mysteries used by the Corrosive Spirit have expired, and the fathers and mothers have remembered their daughters.

These little girls were gathered in the garrison camp for a day to observe, and after careful examination by the nuns of the Silver Cinnamon Church to confirm that there were no aftermaths left on them, and that there were no heresy methods, they were sent home early in the morning.

Qiao took a group of policemen who were familiar with the local area to personally escort these little girls home, and ruthlessly swiped a reputation in several neighborhoods around Yaolu Street.

These happy and fragile people.

Seeing these people, Joe felt that his heart was full of sunshine. In comparison, Haniewei, who curled up in the dungeon and cursed the heavens and curses, is really a disgusting stupid woman, and Joe is seriously thinking about whether to let her 'escape from prison' once like Hanks?

"What are you thinking?" The grimace shopkeeper reached out and poked Joe's arm.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the purification ceremony that Archbishop Loren personally presided over." Jo pursed his lips, he was too embarrassed to tell the shopkeeper that he was planning to shoot a pretty, noble, but vicious-hearted little woman.

Although she is vicious, she is a woman after all.

You can hurt a woman, you can do it, but if you say it, it will inevitably be too much for a man.

"Nothing to regret...... When dealing with the church, unless you have enough power, it's best to stay away from any of their religious rituals. The grimace shopkeeper said leisurely: "I don't want the innocent and simple Young Master Qiao to suddenly become a pious church lackey one day." ”

Qiao felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Huh?" Joe hurriedly asked, "Is there such a thing?" And this kind of thing? ”

"Never overestimate the moral bottom line of a group of godheads, especially when it is profitable. Young Master Qiao, the Weitu family is about to ...... No, no, it's the first family in the port of Tulum, so you have to be careful in the future. ”

"Be careful not only with your body, but also with your soul." The grimace shopkeeper looked at Qiao with deep eyes, stretched out his hand and poked hard in his heart: "The heroes compete for hegemony, and the winner is king...... A group of heretics competed for faith, and the greatest heresy who won in the end was the supreme 'My Lord'! ”

"The methods of the Golden Oak Church are much more cruel than those heretics. The stake that everyone fears? That's just something to scare ordinary people. ”

The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, turned around, and walked behind his counter.

He pulled open the drawer, 'Knock, knock, knock,' and threw out three large, five-liter glass rum bottles. The quality is not too good, with some impurities, so the transparency is not high, and the gray wine bottle is filled with a blood-colored red liquid.

"The prescription you brought last time, I have enough materials here, although there have been more things in the past two days, I have also taken the time to prepare some." The grimace shopkeeper pushed the three wine bottles in front of Joe: "Take it back and try it out, my craft, you know." If the effect is okay, tell Master Hesse, I partner with the Weitu family to sell this potion, and I can take 30% of the net profit. ”

Joe stared at the three bottles full of potions, and said quietly, "I think, in proportion, we can talk about it again...... Dear Uncle Grimace, you see, I'm going to be an eighteen-year-old adult soon...... Shouldn't an adult man have a pitiful, meager amount of private money? ”

The grimace shopkeeper looked up in amazement, he pouted and gasped, and then nodded earnestly.

Again, there is a lot of truth in that...... A man without private money, there is no doubt that his life is a tragedy. Then, except for my thirty percent, you can go and talk to Master Hesse under my banner, as for how much you can take, it's up to you! ”

Joe puffed up his chest and turned to look in the direction of the Port Tulum City Hall.

"Hope everything goes well...... Dear Father, I can't wait to see you. ”

At this moment, the assembly hall on the top floor of the Port Tulun City Hall.

Sunlight shone in through the circular glass dome of the conference hall, illuminating the venue.

In the venue, led by Hesse, the thin old man Butcher Rong Cillier, the tall and burly old man Tagore Rong Leighton, and the old lady Victoria Rong Barrett with outstanding temperament, four people dressed in dresses stood in a row in the middle of the venue.

Directly in front of them, on the three-foot-high rostrum, behind the chair table, Duke Ross and a middle-aged man sat side by side.

Behind them, on the seats distributed on the stairs, more than 100 men who were also dressed in costumes tensed up one by one and sat in their seats with serious faces.

Motionless, without saying a word, everyone's eyes were focused on Duke Ross behind the chairman's table, especially the middle-aged man.

Duke Ross changed into a blood-colored dress, and wore a wide-brimmed female hat, which was filled with blood-colored azaleas, and was smiling, fanning the small folding fan in his hand briskly.

"Your Excellency Vigrar, it's great that you can get back to Tulum in time." Duke Rose glanced at the middle-aged man sitting beside him out of the corner of his eye: "Seriously, at least seventy percent of these messy affairs these days should be in your charge." ”

"But somehow, why did it all happen to me?"

"I'm just a weak woman, why do these murders, arson, rebellions, rebellions, and even those evil and terrible heretics be blamed on me?"

"Well, who made me a widow with a miserable life? Things are coming back, and I'm going to have to take over. ”

Duke Rose sighed, and closed the small folding fan with a 'snap': "Anyway, my personal ability is limited...... I'm not the majestic Her Majesty, I'm just a poor country widow who hasn't read much, and I'm tired these days, look at my dark eyes...... What the hell! ”

"I've done everything I can and I'm in this situation." Duke Rose gently tapped the conference table in front of him with the small folding fan in his hand: "Take a look, if you think it's okay......"

Vigrar von Hintenburg.

The iron-gray half-foot-long hair was slick and meticulously groomed, neatly draped back of the head, revealing a broad, high, raised ivory-white forehead.

In the deep eye sockets, the dark gray eyes are calm and cold, like two deep pools.

The straight bridge of the nose makes his face full of three-dimensionality, the lips under the nose are slightly thin, he does not deliberately purse his lips, and the lines of the lips are particularly sharp, which inexplicably gives people a strong sense of danger with a sharp knife on the neck.

Vigrar's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Frevice von Hyderaberg, especially the iron-gray hair and dark gray eyes, which represent the origin of their blood.

The Marquis of the Empire, Vigrar, his mother is the fourth daughter of the current Empress of the Empire, he has half of the royal blood, belongs to the 'close ministers of the royal family', and belongs to the 'relatives of the imperial family'.

He is also the Inspector General of the Inspectorate of the Imperial Southern Special Administrative Region.

His jurisdiction covered the island of Casica, the port of Tulum, and the three provinces bordering the port of Tulum.

In accordance with the authority granted to Her Majesty the Empress when he established the new Imperial Supervision Department sixty years ago, Vigrar has independent powers of supervision, investigation, interrogation, and disposition of all 'normal' and 'abnormal' affairs of all institutions under his jurisdiction, including the military, political, civil, and legal.

In a word, in Vigrar's territory, he can intervene in anything that he doesn't like.

And any matter in which Vigrar intervenes, all relevant institutions, departments, officials, and nobles must cooperate unconditionally.

In addition, in the event of an 'unusual' event, Vigrar could execute the Marquis and the nobles below the Marquis on the spot, and the Provincial Consul, the Provincial Garrison Commander and all officials below could be executed on the spot.

A few days earlier, Vigrar had been out on patrol with the local government, and it was only in the early hours of this morning that he took the train back to the port of Tulum.

While Duke Ross was babbling on the side, Vigrar looked expressionless, flipping through the thick stack of archival documents in front of him.

The letters of appointment of officials of the Port of Tulun City Hall and the following administrative bodies, the new appointment letters of the Port of Tulun City Council, and the approval documents of the new presidents and directors of the Port of Tulun from civil society organizations such as the Silk Association, the Tea Association, and the Wine Industry Federation, etc., are all important documents related to the future power structure of the Port of Tulun, all of which are in this thick stack of archival documents.

Vigrar didn't say a word, flipping through the papers in front of him, page by page.

All the archival documents are stamped with the official seal of the governor of the southern district of the empire, as well as the personal seal of the Duke of Rus.

Duke Ross smiled at Hesse.

Once these official positions are implemented, the division of power and interests of the entire port of Tulun will be preliminarily completed, and the Dukes of Hesse and Ross will pick the fattest fruits.

But if Vigrar stabbed sideways......

Duke Ross couldn't withstand Vigrar's pressure, after all, even Duke Ross himself was under Vigrar's supervision.

Vigrar flipped through the documents faster and faster, and at the end, he gently threw the thick file document in front of him, and said coldly: "Before, Tulun Port was governed by a committee of seven, and I think that seven people are more suitable, balanced and stable. Here, there are only four of them? ”

Hesse bowed to Vigrar.

Duke Rose smiled, "In the original seven-member committee, in addition to the Wittu family, there will be three families to remain in place. ”

Vigrar gave Hesse a deep look, then nodded slowly: "Then, I agree to these appointments. Dantès, stamped with the official seal of the Ombudsman's Office...... The port of Tulum must continue to prosper steadily. ”