Edland Glory Calendar Year 1380, January 1, 1:35 a.m.

Three giant war flight glyphs were suspended at low altitude, and hundreds of giant gas lamps spilled huge pillars of light through the mercury concave mirror, illuminating a radius of several miles.

This is the south of the Rhine River Bridge, which is seven or eight miles away.

On the gravel roadbed, a large section of railroad tracks about a mile long had been torn open, and a short royal train rushed out of the tracks, making huge scratches in the frozen soil next to the roadbed, crushing a large black pine forest on the side of the road, and falling crookedly under the roadbed.

Two full-fledged new-style ordnance brigades have blocked an area within a radius of more than ten miles.

A large group of royal knights and knights of Daedra rode horses, in teams of nine, and cruised through the dense forests on both sides of the railway.

A large group of policemen in black uniforms, a little embarrassed wrapped in short cloaks, lined up in a neat line, bent over, and searched carefully along the railway in small steps.

These policemen are all elite criminal police officers drawn from the Central District Branch of Hydrderabad.

And those experts in the police department who shouted loudly are also the top case-handling experts in the Delen Empire, each of them has extremely rich experience in solving crimes, and in their careers, the average person has stuffed thousands of people into the felons of the Delen Empire.

It was far from Fort Hydrderabad, and the thick clouds overhead had not been dispelled by the potion.

Thick clouds rolled in the wind, and I don't know when, fine snow powder drifted in the sky again. The cold wind swirled along the railway, and it was like a ghost crying, which made people shiver.

Joe rode Xiaobai and followed Salian weakly.

In the busy crowd, he saw an acquaintance, Daniel Frank, the student of Director Hammer and the chief of the Central District Branch, leading a group of senior police officers to urge the officers to search the scene.

A little farther away from the roadbed, with a cold sweat on his face, the former director of the Imperial Capital South Station Branch, and now the director of the Lanyin River Bridge Branch, Yang Keer, was trembling and accepting the joint questioning of several experts from the Ministry of Police, the Inspector of the Supervision Department, and the palace affairs officer.

"Your Highness, according to the orders of His Highness Mata, I should go back to Apophis Palace and be grounded until the day of the opening of the Military University."

Joe tightened his big cloak and yawned lazily: "I'm very sorry, I'm very unseemly, I splashed the venerable Royal Highness George with beer...... So, now I blame myself, I regret it, I can't forgive myself, I want to go back to the palace of Apophis, self-confinement, self-reflection......"

Salian looked back at Joe, who had a lazy face, and he sneered: "Ah, the palatial Apophis Palace, the Apophis Palace, which is a hundred times more extravagant than the Hydra Palace...... I want to go too. ”

"The warm fireplace, the top cigars and wine, and the pretty little maid who just bought it from the traffickers...... Tsk, in the cold winter night, drinking wine, smoking cigars, and teasing little girls...... I want this kind of self-reflection too! ”

Salian glared at Joe fiercely: "Things here are a bit complicated...... You're in luck, so, I have to piggyback on you. Don't try to sneak away until it's over here, little bastard! ”

Joe rolled her eyes: "Pretty little maid? I swear, it didn't...... To be honest, no. ”

Salian snorted coldly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a 'desert iron camel' cigarette case.

But the cigarette case was shriveled up, and he reached out and dug it in, but he couldn't take out a single cigarette roll.

Joe sighed, he looked back, and held out his hand.

Mr. Stans, who was following Joe, seemed to be magical, and with a flip of his palm, a one-foot-square cedar humidor appeared in his hand out of thin air.

He opened the humidor and handed it to Joe.

Joe handed the humidor to Sallian, who casually dropped the empty cigarette case, looked up at Joe, and naturally took the full humidor, took out a well-maintained cigar, and handed the humidor to the secretary Fox standing behind him.

Fawkes smiled slightly, bowed his head to Joe, and then 'snapped' the lid of the humidor, holding it in his arms: "The Iron Anchor Mermaid from Coroba? Good brand, in the imperial capital, such a cigar will top my salary for three months. ”

Qiao stretched out his hand in a daze, and after a moment's pause, he withdrew his hand and took out a box of long-pole matches.

He snorted very stupidly: "Hesse has opened up some channels in the imperial capital, and these treasures will not be so expensive in the future...... Tsk, there are no middlemen to make the difference, in the port of Tulum, an iron-anchored mermaid, that is, twenty gold marks. ”

The match was lit, and Salian turned his head slightly to light the cigar with the match.

He took two pleasant puffs, exhaled a long wisp of smoke, and then waved his cigar and sneered: "Twenty gold marks, that's it...... Hmph, Marquis Joe......"

Salian now has a bit of a dislike for Joe.

Really, he spilled a glass of beer in George's face, and that was enough...... The pretext for war, enough.

Moreover, he would love to see George's weird little white face show his ugliness in public.

However, Tifa broke George's arm.

Salian took two heavy puffs of his cigarette, held the smoke in his throat, and then slowly exhaled it bit by bit.

That's a little, a little bit too much.

It's a little too much.

Joe threw the half-burned match on the ground, and Xiaobai glanced at the burning match in disgust, and stepped on it with a heavy hoof.

"That Marge, what's wrong with him? Why, you guys seem nervous? ”

Jo sat bored on his horse and looked around for a while, and after a while he asked Salian very boredly.

Salian waved his hand, ignoring him.

Fawkes flicked his mount's neck, and the well-trained steed took a step aside, and Fawkes came to Joe's side. He leaned over to Joe and whispered, very concisely, Margo's identity.

"His Royal Highness Ferdinand's own brother, Prince Darm? His son, Hillman...... Marg, the son of Hillman. ”

"Uh, Prince Doran was exiled to the Northern Ice Sea to fish?"

"Hillman was imprisoned in the Blood Kapok Castle, and in the Blood Kapok Fort, many nobles and generals who could have escaped the crime were willing to accompany Hillman to prison......"

"Huh, Marg...... Well, I would have thought that he was just a simple, teaching assistant at the second university. Joe narrowed his eyes: "So...... Doesn't he look so honest? ”

Fawkes shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, if he is really very honest, His Highness Mata, why would he suddenly exile him to the Bhikshu Province?" ”

Bhikshu Province.

Joe nodded, he knew the province.

After all, the Bhikshu and Claude provinces are very close neighbors.

The province of bhikshus is mountainous and hilly, the land is barren, and the products are meager, and the specialty is all kinds of bandits, bandits, murderers and other 'heroes'...... Many of the armed sailors of the Rose Chamber of Commerce of the Vetu family were 'good men' who had escaped from the bhikshu province after committing the crime.

So, Joe has a deep understanding of the province of Bichu.

Mata XIII exiled Marg to the province of Bhikshu, which shows that this Marg is indeed not a thing.

"Your Highness!" A police specialist with a slippery head, a goatee on his chin, and a sweaty head strode towards him. Behind him, more than a dozen armed policemen were following him.

"We have discovered that this matter has something to do with the 'Night King'." The police specialist ran up to Salian's mount, carefully held up a hard-shell folder in his hand, and handed it to Salian.

"The Night King?" Salian's eyes widened sharply.

Qiao keenly noticed that the nearby policemen raised their heads almost at the same time, and looked over with a bit of hideousness.

It felt as if they had heard the name of their father's killer at the same time, and everyone's eyes were filled with unconcealed ferocity and resentment.

Salian gently opened the folder in his hand.

Inside the folder, in two small fixed clips, a black card half a foot long and three inches wide was tightly fastened.

The material used in the black card is very peculiar.

It is a special paper that is very smooth, has excellent elasticity and has good hardness.

On the black card, a round of waning moon hanging high with silver powder is painted, and below the crooked waning moon, there is a looming spider web, and in the middle of the pale silver spider web, is the back of a thin man with a pitch black, wearing a bowler hat and holding a small cane.

At the man's feet, in the pale silver humanoid shadow, there is a very smooth word in flowery font, which in the native script of the Deren Empire means - king.

"Walk in the darkness, the monarch of the night?" The corners of Salian's mouth hooked, he raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers vigorously: "General Daniel, your police department, haven't you grabbed his little tail all these years?" ”

Officer Daniel, who was supervising the police, strode over, bowed to Salian with a gloomy face, then stood on tiptoe and leaned over to Salian's hand, taking a serious look at the black card in the folder.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the Night Kings have become more and more rampant in the last decade, but we haven't caught even one of them...... We've captured a lot of fringe minions, but none of them are official members. ”

Daniel's face was ugly.

"Your Highness, look at it, along with this card representing the Night King, there is also this blackmail letter."

The bald-headed police department expert handed over another folder.

Salian took the folder and slowly opened it.

The same two small clips attached to the folder were sandwiched between a piece of white paper full of fancy handwriting. As the expert put it, this is a ransom letter.

The wording of the blackmail letter is very straightforward, to the effect that 'Marg has been kidnapped by our Night King, and if you want him to live, pay a billion gold marks within three days, otherwise...... Anything can happen'!

"Kidnap Marg, blackmail the Empire?" Salian gritted his teeth and chuckled.

"It's also possible that the thief shouts to catch the thief...... What if, Marg is the so-called Night King? Jo yawned, his mind almost blank, and he casually said something purely mischievous.

Sallian, Fawkes, Daniel, and the bald expert all stared at Joe with wide eyes at the same time.