Chapter 85

In the early hours of August 20, 1379.

The thick dark clouds dispersed, leaving only a few shell shaped rain clouds floating in the sky, and dribbling small rain drops in some parts of port Tulun.

Surrounded by dozens of guards, more than a dozen carriages arrived at No. 99 palm street.

The two little maidens of the wits' family, sitting in a carriage, brought Joe a change of clothes and a breakfast made by Liya in the early morning.

Joe took a good hot bath in the bathroom of room No. 99, and changed into a brand-new and ironed garment. His slightly hot skin rubbed with the smooth and delicate material, and he felt very comfortable all over.

Sitting in the carriage, enjoying the service of two little maidens, Joe gulped down fresh bread, fried bacon, roast rabbit legs, fried eggs and delicious seafood soup.

The breakfast made by Liya was extremely rich. In front of Joe, there was even a greasy roast goose and a fat and lovely roast suckling pig. It took several hours in advance to prepare the delicious food. It shows how much Liya loves Joe who is running around.

Liya's breakfast was rich and large enough for several people to enjoy.

Qiao Shengqing invited five major generals, including dorong, to have breakfast with director Stein. However, the five major generals politely refused. Mr. Stein was not in the mood to eat breakfast at all. Now he is still busy in the building with a cigarette in his mouth.

The guards of the witus family also gathered around a dozen long carriages and enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

Of course, their treatment was not as good as Joe's, but their breakfast had already been enjoyed by the small landlords in TURUN port, such as the burnt yellow bread and butter, the thick, yellow fried bacon, the unlimited supply of fried eggs and fried chicken wings, and the fragrant hot coffee mixed with fresh milk and a large amount of sugar.

One by one, the logistics trucks made of hardwood were pulled by horses. Major general Doron and his soldiers began to enjoy breakfast in batches.

Compared with the wits' guards, the soldiers' breakfast consisted of a pound of black bread, a large piece of salty stew, and a glass of slightly sweet milk.

The food of the soldiers was so monotonous and rough that it was full of food.

and as like as two peas, a soldier, a captain, a school officer and even a major duo, they eat the same food. The official is not limited to the black bread, but the official's stew is not limited. The five major general's milk is not limited.

The higher the rank, the stronger the strength, and the greater the amount of food consumed. Therefore, they can get enough food to fill their stomachs, but there is absolutely no difference between them and the soldiers in terms of variety. This is a tradition that has been carried out for hundreds of years in the Derun Empire. In the army, generals and private soldiers are treated equally.

Ya and major general duolong said hello, and sent several lengthened carriages to the soldiers.

Baskets of hot fried chicken wings and fried bacon were carried down by the logistics soldiers, and they lined up in a neat line. The soldiers who stood on the street gulping down their breakfast gave out low cheers and paid attention to Joe one after another.

The aroma of food is floating in the palm street. On the east sea level, a group of red light comes out lazily, dragging and lingering at the junction of the sea and the sky, slowly 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 sunlight illuminated the world.

The Sentinels at the front and back doors of the families on palm street were withdrawn. The sound of the door shaft turning sounded. Some servants of the family walked out of the door carefully and stood on the street, looking out from a distance.

Last night, major general dorong and the attacker had a big fight, which made a lot of noise. In particular, the last metal ball left by the attacker was very penetrating, which awakened the residents of several blocks nearby.

The well dressed and decent servants carefully approached the patrolman standing on the roadside.

The policemen, who had just had enough to eat and drink, yawned and chatted lazily with the servants.

Through these patrols, the news spread quickly.

Soon, the masters, ladies, ladies and gentlemen of palm tree street and the surrounding blocks received news that the young and promising port Tulun newspaper talent, Mr. chahir von Schiller, editor in chief of the port Tulun post, was unfortunately injured.

According to the witness's testimony, the murderer who broke into No. 99 palm street and killed Mr. chahill was a group of Highlanders and a group of thugs with mutton smell.

But the Highlanders didn't get away.

Imperial prison. All the soldiers have been sent to the imperial police station in time.

Therefore, the citizens of palm street and the surrounding streets can rest assured that the Empire has enough strength to protect its own people. These highlanders are grasshoppers after autumn, just hopping in despair.

One by one, they were chubby, round, smiling and friendly. They chatted with the servants. Through these servants, they passed the official information of port Tulun to the masters behind them.The chaos in port Tulun will soon be over. All the hostile enemies who have long been content with the long-term rule of the German Empire have been almost wiped out in one net. The port of Tulun will soon resume its original harmony, tranquility, wealth and prosperity.

The death of Mr. chahill was a very unfortunate accident.

It was really just an accident.

The patrols warned these servants, intentionally or unintentionally, that Mr. chahill's attack was probably due to his careless exposure of his wealth during the day. These highland thugs may be short of money, so they want to earn some travelling expenses and then run away

Who knows?

The residents of palm street were immediately distracted.

Zahir was robbed for being rich? So, what about them? On weekdays, their childishes and ladies are proud like little swans, for fear that they will not know that they have money!

The head of household after household banned his family, and a large number of servants rushed to the Security Council of port Tulun.

Under the Public Security Commission in port Tulun, there is a standing militia joint defense team, which has a strong fighting capacity. This militia joint defense force can be employed by the public as a short-term bodyguard and guard.

There is no doubt that due to the deliberate guidance of these patrolmen, the business of port Tulun Security Commission will be very prosperous in the coming months.

The door of No.47 palm Street opened, and a white body, red roof, delicate four wheeled carriage came out. The old driver swung his whip, and the two horses snorted and pulled the carriage toward No. 99.

Joe had already had a good meal, and now he was leaning against the carriage of the carriage, with a coffee cup in his left hand and a pleasant slap on his stomach with his right hand.

Fang and several family experts stood next to Joe, picking his teeth with toothpicks, or, like Joe, enjoying the mellow, hand-made coffee ground from the top coffee beans of the black continent.

"Oh ho, that lady?" Teeth bowed his head, heavily spit out the toothpick in his mouth, and then took out a cigar in his mouth.

"Miss Verona, she's in such a good shape." The other leader of the guard, laughing in a low voice, had all followed Joe into Miss Verona's boudoir in order to retrieve the navy survey.

"Don't look down on her Our Miss Verona, tut, may not be so simple. " Joe's expression became extremely obscene, extremely obscene, a big fat face wrinkled into a ball, grinning at his teeth and several guard leaders.

"The grimace shopkeeper has a skill. He can judge whether a woman is still pure by her posture." Joe took a sip of his coffee and handed the empty cup to the maid in the carriage. He lowered his voice furtively: "I asked the grimace shopkeeper about this skill If I am not mistaken, miss veronia, she is as pure as a silver osmanthus sacrificed to muteste

Teeth and several guards at the same time widened their eyes, one by one can't believe Joe.

After a long time, the tooth just murmured: "that ya Nan gentleman, what is he drawing?"

Joe looked at the approaching carriage and said with a smile, "who knows? Maybe Who knows? "

The delicate carriage stopped in front of gate 99. On the street nearby, nearly a hundred guards of the witus family pressed down their gun handles at the same time. Dozens of the last Imperial officers and soldiers who had lunch also laid down their food.

The door of the carriage opened gently, and miss Veronica, who was as beautiful as a flower, walked out of the carriage with a wide brimmed hat full of beautiful birds' feathers and dressed in a fur white skirt.

The guards, soldiers, and policemen, who were waiting in the vicinity, made Miss Verona pale. She walked cautiously and tremblingly, and walked in front of Joe.

The carriage which Joe ate breakfast was blocking the gate of No. 99. Miss Verona, clutching a small handbag, cautiously approached Joe and saluted him gently.

"Officer, I want to know, miss saubauer, she Is it safe? She's my best friend, and I'm worried about her Miss Verona's lips turned pale. Compared with the burly Joe, she was like a Lamb standing in front of a wild bear. Somehow, she gave a kind of tender and lovely attraction that she wanted to hold in her arms to protect her.

"Sauper is safe, but Mr. chahill Bang, it's over Joe, with his hands on his back, looked down at Miss Verona. "Oh, by the way, Miss Verona, by the way, is seriously injured. You may not be able to see him for some time."

Veronica raised her head in astonishment, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Joe in a daze? Great mu This... "

Verona rolled her determined and resolute eyes and fainted.

One side of the tooth eye is quick, quickly helped her soft and slender waist. "Young master?" he said with a bitter smile

Joe turned to the end of the street, whistling softly with his back.faint?

But I was dizzy in time Ooooh, Leia is right. Women are born to be the best actors!

In Joe's Crimson vision, Miss Verona was as spirited as an active volcano Faint this kind of thing, ha ha!

At the end of the street, a galloping horse came. A guard of the Rittal family waved a brown envelope.

"Young master, young master, this is the order of the Duke. All the people on this list should be arrested immediately."

"What's more, the master has sent some of the latest Statements and evidence. "

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