The night is deep and the wind and rain are even more abusive.

Tulum Port City Hall, the top floor venue is filled with smoke and fire.

Headed by Model Jong Wales, six of the seven-member committee of Tulum Port, plus the mayor of Tulum Port City Hall, the speaker of the city council, and more than a hundred councillors, as well as the chief officers of various departments of the city hall, two or three hundred people gathered here, each with a cigarette roll, which was like a chimney.

Three major generals of the Imperial Army sat upright behind a long table in the middle of the circular venue.

There was a glass of clear water in front of them, and there was only one glass of clear water.

More than a hundred soldiers surrounded the venue and stood solemnly against the wall.

Outside the gate of the venue, there were also a spacious corridor full of fully armed Imperial Army soldiers. The idle people outside were not allowed to enter. If people in the venue wanted to go out to the bathroom, they would follow dozens of soldiers around them, seamlessly accompanying them throughout the journey.

Model held the mixed cigarette roll today in his mouth, and felt that his mouth and nose were burning, as if it was on fire.

Even if he had a long-lasting old cigarette gun like him, he could not hold it anymore after smoking cigarettes for hours.

Regardless of the heavy, soft and expensive cashmere carpet on the conference venue, Model turned his head and spitted the cigarette butt on the carpet with a "poof".

A small pile of cigarette butts had already accumulated at his feet, and many holes were burned out on the street stalls at his feet. If the soldiers present had not tried their best to maintain it, Moder would have ignited the carpet and attracted the entire venue.

The three major generals sat upright there and did not move at all, as if they had not seen Model's venting sexual behavior.

Model was angry, and at the same time, his whole body was covered in cold hair. A great sense of danger came to his face, making his heart rush around, and the blue veins on his forehead unconsciously emerged.

With a loud bang, Moder slapped the conference table in front of him with a palm and stood up suddenly.

In the conference hall, many sleepy members of the parliament were cheered up and looked at Model at the same time.

"Generals, generals, honorable Major General of the Empire, what are we doing?" Model raised his hands high and shouted: "Are we criminals? Have we committed some unforgivable felonies?"

"Can we tell us clearly why, those of us who are still famous in Tulum Port and who are unanimously loved by all the citizens of Tulum Port will be detained here like thieves who have pursed their wallets on the street?"

"Can we tell us clearly! Why are we detained here! Why are we isolating our communication with our family? Why are we not allowed to send someone to report peace to our family?"

Model slapped the conference table hard, slapped the conference table made of three inches thick teak with deep cracks.

"At least, please give us what we deserve and match our identity treatment!"

"It's dinner time now...we need dinner!"

A major general stood up slowly, pressing his hands on the long table in front of him, and said in a low voice: "We are carrying out the orders of the Duchess of the Gassica. Please cooperate with our actions. Otherwise, any abnormal movements of you will be regarded as a provocation to the Imperial Army. We will implement the wartime military law without hesitation!"

"Explanation, no explanation."

“Dinner, there will be dinner!”

The major general who stood up clapped his hands hard. After a few minutes, a team of soldiers walked in.

They were carrying a huge bamboo basket in their left hand, filled with yellow bran bread. They walked to the noble and wealthy men in the conference hall and put down a bran bread in front of everyone.

These bran breads are obviously not freshly prepared.

When the bread was placed on the table, the shell collided with the tabletop, and even made a dull sound of "bang". This was the old goods that had been stored for at least three or four days, and the shell was so hard that the whole bread should be almost the same as the bricks.

Model also got a bran bread.

Like all the big men present, he looked at the yellowish-colored thing in front of him, with the same shape as bricks and the texture as hard as bricks, and the face suddenly twisted.

"Are you kidding?" Model suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Why can't you eat what the Imperial Army soldiers can eat?" The major general standing sneered: "Are you more noble than the Imperial Army soldiers?"

No one said anything.

All the great men in the venue wanted to point at the major general's nose and said that they pulled out a hair, which was much more valuable than an Imperial soldier.

But no one dared to say this.

"You want dinner, give you dinner, don't say we have treated all respected gentlemen." The major general who had just stood up sat down again. He picked up a bran bread, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Yes, it's dinner time. Everyone eat, eat, eat, eat, don't be polite." The major general who chewed bran bread vaguely said: "Don't be polite, eat, eat... You don't eat, but do you look down on our Imperial Army?"

A gentle cough sounded, and a dry, young man about ninety years old, one of the seven-member committees of Tulum Port, Dada Rong Haydn, the contemporary head of the Haydn family, slowly stood up.

Dada, who had a large piece of hair with a slap on the back of his head, knocked on the conference table, and said slowly: "Generals, we have consulted the reason why we were detained here many times, but the three respected generals did not give us any reply."

He let out a heavy breath, Dada squinted his eyes and said coldly: "So, can I ask..."

The major general who chewed bran bread with big mouths raised his head, straightened his neck, swallowed the hard bread. He interrupted Dada: "I know what you want to ask. The head of the Weitu family, Lord Hesen, is not here because... he is a good man."

The three major generals laughed at the same time.

Another major general picked up the water cup in front of him, took a sip of clear water slowly, and said calmly: "This is the original words of the Duke. Hessen is a good man. He is noble in character, gentle and pure, especially obeys the laws and regulations, is kind and generous. He is an outstanding representative of the outstanding citizens of the Empire and a model of the imperial nobles."

"So, for this investigation, Your Excellency Hessen does not need to be present."

"On the contrary, Lord Hesen is now cooperating with Lord Duke to give advice and help investigate the truth of the Zhongqiu bloody case."

The major general put down the water cup, swept his hard eyes over Moder and Dada, and smiled softly: "After all, you are loved gentlemen, so this is my explanation, but this is only once."

The three major generals looked at each other, and at the same time they pulled the corners of their mouths and smiled.

Model and Dada were so angry that they trembled all over. Even the big men in the conference hall were all distorted, as if they had heard the most shameless jokes in the world.

Hesse... ‘Negotiable character’? ‘Tender and pure’? ‘Abide by laws and regulations’?

Ha... Everyone present can no longer make any comments on such an explanation.

As for saying "good and generous"... If the mistress of the Vitu family, Liya, who is famous for the "prodigal girl" in Tulun Port, often gives money to the Yingui Church with big fuss, is considered "good and generous", then the Vitu family is indeed "good and generous"!

But, however, the point of the question is, Hessen is running errands for Duke Rose?

He is giving advice and efforts to Duke Ross?

He is assisting the Duke of Ross in investigating the truth of the Zhongqiu bloody case?

Model, Dada and others felt a chill on the back of their heads, and their hair couldn't help but stand up.

What does Hessen want to do?

No, it’s not Hessen’s problem, it’s Duke Ross behind Hessen, the bloody female demon who slaughtered countless indigenous people of Gassica. What exactly did she want to do?

‘Bang’, the gate of the conference hall was violently pushed open by two colonel officers. They strode to the three major generals and handed them an envelope made of kraft paper. In the middle of the envelope, the island shadow blood cuckoo shield pattern badge could be clearly seen.

A major general tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter from it.

The three major generals gathered together and carefully read the message on the letter, and then they nodded.

A colonel turned around and pointed at the dry bald old man Dada: "Dada Jun Haydn, Claude Jun Haydn is waiting for you outside. You can have a good talk with him."

Model's face suddenly twitched.

Dada's expression suddenly relaxed, and then tightened quickly.

The men of Tulun Port present stared at Dada with their eyes full of fire.

Dada left the seat without saying a word and quickly followed the two colonels away from the venue. The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became as solid as if Model and others were in their hearts, as if a mountain was pressing against their hearts.

The five people who were still present in the seven-member committee quickly looked at each other.

In their hearts, Dada has been labeled as unreliable. At this critical moment, Dada was able to leave the venue, and he was able to meet with his younger brother Cloud...

The Haydn family has a bad reputation in Tulum Port. They have always been known for their "conspiracy and calculations". What they are best at is selling off their partners and making huge profits.

Model took out another mixed cigarette roll, and he was so confused that he bit the cigarette roll hard, and he was confused for a moment.

After a while, the door to the conference hall was violently pushed open again.

A team of Imperial Army soldiers and a team of church knights, this strange combination strode into the venue.

"General, we are ordered to arrest the heresy Charon Jong Kaban." A colonel leading the team saluted the three major generals and spoke loudly.

There was a sudden chaos in the venue, and countless people looked at the confused contemporary head of the Kaban family, Charon Rong Kaban.

Charon Jong Kaban, who is also bald, but chubby, round and a bit of joy, pointed at himself blankly: "I? Heresy? No, no, no, you must have made a mistake..."

Several church knights rushed to Charon rudely, drew out their long swords and placed them on his neck.

A church knight was extremely rough and unreasonable. He swung his long sword and smashed Charon's shoulder with the heavy hilt. Everyone heard the crisp sound of fractures. Charon howled and immediately knelt on the ground.

Model and others were immediately ashamed!

They were nervous and winked at each other - Duchess Ross actually joined forces with the church?
Chapter completed!