Tifa and Weima were standing at the door of the tavern, and they were about to walk to the large table facing the street by the window, which Joe usually liked.

The timing of Marg's arrival was very coincidental.

Before Tifa and Weima could move, he walked in tremblingly, and he stumbled into Tifa who was facing away from him.

Old Lady Mary frowned.

Joe subconsciously reached out and rubbed his chin.

Marg, Ha, Marg! He recognized the guy.

Teaching assistant at the Second Polytechnic University.

At the same time, he is also McKen's mentor - McKen, the unlucky one who was sacrificed by Mia and Michael, and finally transformed into an evil creature with a head and hundreds of bodies, and became the core of the evil power of the evil sacrificial formation that caused turmoil in the imperial capital.

An excellent student of the Second Polytechnic University, who had a simple but firm faith, a firm and fanatical affection for his homeland, and a firm belief that industry could make the empire great again.

With the trajectory of his life, how did he come across archbishop-level heretics like Mia and Michael, the corrupting spirits?

Obviously, McKen shouldn't have any intersection with Mia and Miko at all.

However, he became a key link in the turmoil in the imperial capital.

So......

In the past few days, when Hydrerabadrough was 'normal' and 'extremely abnormal', Joe used a large number of people to conduct a thorough background check on the people around McCan.

Everyone else is normal, but Marge is a little abnormal.

Because Joe used a lot of manpower, all kinds of manpower, he even borrowed the warrant issued to him by Salian, secretly mobilized the eyes of the intelligence department of the War Department, and through Vigrar's relationship, used the secret line of the Ministry of Supervision to investigate Marg in all directions.

Marge was like a puddle of clear water, and she couldn't find any problems with him.

As an adult man, he did not smoke, did not drink, did not prostitute or gamble, and lived a boring and tedious life between classrooms, laboratories and dormitories of the second university for many years and devoted himself to it.

He dressed simply, lived a simple life, as a teaching assistant at the second university, Marg obviously received a high salary and a high allowance, but his life was as simple as an ascetic. He doesn't even eat much meat, and he's a pure vegetarian.

His interpersonal relationship was simple, as a teaching assistant, he never climbed to the top of the second university, and never seemed to think about being promoted from teaching assistant to full professor. Basically, he doesn't attend much of his colleagues' gatherings, and even if he does, he only tastes them, and usually leaves early.

He is very conscientious, and he is very attentive to the job of educating students. Many of the students he brought out had already made a name for themselves in the industrial circles of the Empire.

He is very capable, and under his name, there are more than two dozen patents in mechanical aspects. For example, two years ago, he invented a new type of boring machine, which increased the efficiency of the Empire's related industrial processing by 27 percent out of thin air.

The patent for this new boring machine has brought Marg more than one million gold marks in profit every year!

As mentioned earlier, Marg's life was very simple, so simple that it was almost ascetic.

He donated all this money anonymously to the church's orphanages and workhouses, or donated them to students from poor families, or used them to upgrade the hardware of the laboratory under his name.

This guy is more of a saint than Saint Attila.

At least according to the results of the investigation, this guy's character is flawless and perfect!

Especially in the previous turmoil in the imperial capital, this guy also risked the gas pipeline to continue to explode, and saved hundreds of people on the street. His heroic deeds in saving people have even been specially commended by the Second University!

Well, this is indeed a 'perfect man'!

Herein lies the problem.

Hesse, Mr. Stangs, and the old fellows of the Vetto, one by one, swore that there was no man who did not steal!

A man who doesn't seem to have any bad hobbies at first glance, then he must have something more secretive, more unsightly, and more unbelievable!

Smoking, drinking, women, or whatever...... Even if you have a cat, a dog, or a bird, a man should always have a bit of a fetish. A man who does not have any of the above fetishes is too perfect and seems a bit fake.

In reality, there shouldn't be such a perfect person, you are not sacred, you must have a little fault in you!

Watching Marg shiver, she walked in with a chill.

Look at the cheap tweed coat on his body, the cuffs and elbows have been worn out, and then look at the inside of his coat, the same old set of small formal clothes that have been a little torn at the corners......

Think about it again, the more than 20 patents in this guy's name bring him a total of more than 5 million gold marks in patent fees every year!

Awesome!

Marg stumbled and stumbled as she entered, and she lunged forward and slammed into Tifa.

Joe whistled softly.

The blonde maid with Joe's bearskin coat in her hand, and several other maids exclaimed at the same time: "Be careful! ”

Margo's eyes widened and she crashed into Tifa with a 'look of horror'.

Then, his expression suddenly became extremely distorted and strange.

Without looking back, Tifa took off the small mallet hanging from his waist and slammed it into Margo's face with a backhand.

Lightning flickered, and a thunderstorm shook the tavern's glass windows, and a strong air flow rushed through the tavern, and Tifa's gavel hit Margo's face squarely, knocking him to the ground.

The bridge of Margo's towering nose was slightly deformed, and blood spurted from his nostrils.

He fell to the ground wailing, his body convulsing violently uncontrollably.

Jo rolled his eyes, unlucky fellow, poor fellow, bad brained fellow—those gentlemen in the port of Tulum, I don't know how many people, how many whimsical ideas, wanted to get close to Tifata.

What an accidental encounter, what an accidental crash...... On Tifa's way home from work, someone deliberately stuffed his calf under the wheel of Tifa's carriage and let the wheel run over his calf, in order to get close to Tifa.

But the result?

Hehe.

How did Tifa get the title of 'Iceberg Violent Woman' in Tulum Port?

Poor Assistant Magg, don't you inquire clearly?

When Marg entered the door, although his movements seemed to be normal, under Joe's 'crimson instinct' watch, he could sense that Marg's staggering steps were a little unnatural.

This guy is going for Tifa.

He was, deliberately trying to ram Tifa from behind, and then ...... Take the opportunity to deduce some follow-up stories?

Hehe, attacking your own family? This guy, how could he have thought of attacking his sister?

Joe picked up a solid wood stool in front of the counter.

A heavy stool made entirely of pine wood from a black pine forest. The black pine forests near Hyderabad, which spend months of the year in the cold winter, are extremely compact, hard, dense and as hard as steel.

Jo strode over to Margo, who was slumped on the ground, and lifted the stool and slammed it down on his calf.

There was a loud 'bang' and the barstool smashed into Margo's calf.

Margo's trouser leg was shattered by Joe's violent blow, revealing a small half of her hairy calf. His calves were very white, and Joe's violent blows didn't leave a trace on his calves!

Joe's pupils shrank to the size of pintips!

This guy is so the bone...... His body's ability to resist blows has definitely reached the level of the Extraordinary Sixth Order!

With that blow just now, Qiao knew in his heart that if he were an ordinary person, a calf would definitely be broken into a crushing fracture.

Marge's legs, but their complexion didn't even change.

This guy ......

Hehe, the force Joe just used was far heavier than the hammer that Tifa blasted out with his backhand. Tifa's hammer was able to knock Marg to the ground, bleeding profusely, and Joe's blow didn't do any damage to him!

The performance is a bit too much!

Throwing away the stool leg in his hand, and before Marg could react otherwise, Joe raised his right foot and stomped on Marg's face hard.

Old Lady Mary narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, revealing a subtle smile.

Joe crushed the big foot violently, and the soles of the boots with steel wires were rubbing violently against Margo's face, making a 'squeak' sound.

Margo let out a painful wail, her body twitching like a green worm.

"O Merciful Mutesthe...... What did I do wrong......" Marg's low wail came from the soles of Joe's boots.

"You are intent on assaulting an Imperial judicial officer, and you are suspected of molesting women in public." Tifa turned around, carrying the small gavel, and stared coldly at Marge, who was constantly twitching: "I suspect that you have something to do with the turmoil in the imperial capital a few days ago...... Joe, call the police. ”

Weima hid most of her body behind Tifa, she looked at Marg, who was lying on the ground, her body had stopped twitching, and said softly, "Why do you want to call the police so troublesome? Hesse said that all those who plotted against us were stuffed into wine barrels, poured with volcanic ash cement, and thrown into the sea. ”

Old Lady Mary rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Oh, oh, what a perfect tutor...... What a lovely little girl. ”

Tifa also rolled her eyes at Weima, "But, Weima, there is no sea here. ”

Weima's little face was wrinkled, she bit her fingers, and whispered to herself: "There is no sea, yes, this is not the port of Tulum, so ......"

Tifa raised the gavel and gently tapped Weima's head: "Hesse taught you? Sink people into the sea? Well? ”

Weima raised her head and looked at Tifa with a cold face, and smiled brightly.

The door of the tavern was slammed open, and several young men dressed as students entered, and when they saw Marg lying on the ground, their eyes widened, and they shouted in surprise and anger.

"Teacher Marge......"

"What are you doing? Do? ”

"Go and call people, go call people...... Call all the classmates! ”

Joe rolled his eyes again, this scene seems a little familiar? It seems that when he first came to Hyderabad, someone gave him an unexpected 'hospitality' with this hand?