On August 20, 1379, the early morning of the Glory of Medland.

The thick dark clouds dissipated, leaving only a few shell-shaped rain clouds suspended in the sky, and drizzled drizzles fell in some areas of Tulun Port.

A dozen four-wheeled carriages rushed to No. 99, Palm Street, surrounded by dozens of guards.

Two little maids from the Vitu family sat in a carriage and brought Joe to change clothes and breakfast that Leah made in her hands early in the morning.

Qiao borrowed the bathroom of guest room No. 99, took a hot shower, changed into brand-new ironed clothes, gently rubbed the slightly hot skin and the smooth and delicate materials, and felt extremely comfortable all over.

Sitting in the carriage and enjoying the service of two little maids, Qiao swallowed fresh milk bread, fried bacon, roasted rabbit legs, fried eggs and fragrant and delicious seafood soup.

The breakfast made by Liya was extremely rich. In front of Qiao, there was even a smooth roast goose and a fat, tender and cute roasted suckling pig. This was a delicious food that took several hours in advance to prepare. It can be seen how much Liya felt sorry for Qiao who was running away.

The breakfast prepared by Liya was rich and large, enough for several people to enjoy it.

Qiao Sheng warmly invited five major generals including Doron and Director Stein to have breakfast together, but the five major generals politely refused. His Excellency Stein was not in the mood to eat breakfast at all, and is still busy in the building with a cigarette in his arms.

The guards of the Vitu family also surrounded more than a dozen extended four-wheeled carriages and enjoyed a steaming and hearty breakfast.

Of course their treatment is not as good as Joe, but the roasted butter bread, thick, hot bacon with yellow and oily frying, unlimited fried eggs, fried chicken wings, and hot coffee mixed with fresh milk and a lot of sugar. Such a breakfast is already a small landlord-level enjoyment of Tulum Port.

Logistics vehicles made of hardwood were pulled over by pack horses, and Major General Doron and their soldiers also began to enjoy breakfast in batches.

Compared with the guards of the Vitu family, the soldiers had only one pound of black bread, a large piece of salty stewed bacon, and a cup of slightly sweet milk.

The soldiers' food is so monotonous and rough, and the amount is large and the amount is full.

Moreover, whether it was soldiers, lieutenants, school officials, or even Major General Toron, everyone ate exactly the same, nothing more than the black bread of lieutenants, the stewed bacon of the school officials, and the milk of the five major generals was not limited.

In the Delun Empire army, the higher the rank, the stronger the strength, and the larger the amount of food consumed, so they can get enough food to fill their stomachs, but there will never be any difference in types with soldiers - this is a tradition that the Delun Empire has implemented for hundreds of years, and in the army, the generals and the privates are treated equally.

Ya and Major General Doron greeted him and sent several extended four-wheeled carriages to the soldiers.

The baskets of hot fried chicken wings and fried bacon were carried down by the logistics soldiers, and in an orderly line, the soldiers standing on the street swallowing breakfast suddenly whispered and saluted Joe.

The aroma of food drifted on the palm tree street. On the sea level to the east, a red light came out lazily, dragging and lingering at the junction of the sea and sky, slowly unwilling to jump into the sky.

After delaying this for a quarter of an hour, a red sun slowly rose into the air, and the golden sunlight illuminated the world.

The sentries at the front and back doors of the family in Palm Tree Street were withdrawn, and the sound of the door shaft turning sounded. Some servants of other families were lying their heads and walked out of their own door carefully, stood by the street, and looked at this side from a distance.

Last night, Major General Doron and his team fought with the attacker, and the noise was quite stirring. Especially the metal ball that the attacker finally dropped, the loud noise was extremely penetrating and awakened the residents of several blocks nearby.

The brightly dressed and well-decorated servants carefully approached the patrol officer standing by the roadside.

Just now, the patrolmen with hot coffee in their hands were yawning, lazily chatting with these servants.

Through these patrolmen, the news spread quickly.

Soon, the men, ladies, ladies and young men in Palm Tree Street and several blocks around received the news that the young and promising Tulum Port newspaper talent, Mr. Chahir von Schiller, editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, was unfortunately victimized.

According to the testimony of witness Miss Xiuboer, he broke into No. 99 Palm Tree Street and murdered Mr. Chahill by a group of highlanders and a group of thugs with the smell of sheep.

However, these highlanders failed to escape.

The Imperial police and Imperial soldiers arrived in time, arrested all the thugs, and sent them to the police station to be detained.

Therefore, please rest assured that the citizens of Palm Tree Street and surrounding neighborhoods have enough power to protect their people. These highlanders are already grasshoppers in the autumn, but are just jumping around in despair.

The patrolmen, who were chubby, round, and had a bright smile, were chatting with these servants with a smile. Through these servants, they passed the official information of Tulun Port to the masters behind the servants.

The chaos in Tulun Port will soon end. All enemies with ulterior motives and ill-behavior for the long-term peace of the Delun Empire have almost been caught in one go. Tulun Port will soon restore its original harmony, tranquility, prosperity and prosperity.

Mr. Zahir's death was a very unfortunate accident.

It's really just an accident.

The patrolmen intentionally or unintentionally warned these servants that Mr. Zahir was attacked, probably because he accidentally exposed his wealth outside during the day. These highland thugs may have been short of money, so they wanted to make some travel expenses and then escape...

Who knows?

The residents of Palm Tree Street were immediately deflected.

Zahir was robbed because of showing his wealth? So, what about them? On weekdays, their young men and ladies are as proud as little swans, fearing that they don’t know that their family is rich!

One after another, the heads of households issued a confinement order on their families, and a large number of servants rushed to the Public Security Committee of Tulun Port.

Under the Public Security Committee of Tulun Port, there is a standing militia joint defense team with strong combat power. This militia joint defense team can accept entrusted citizens and act as a short-term bodyguard and guard.

There is no doubt that due to the deliberate guidance of these patrol police, the transactions of the Tulun Port Public Security Committee will be very prosperous in the next few months.

The gate of No. 47 Palm Tree Street opened, and a white carriage with a red roof and exquisitely shaped four-wheeled carriage came out lightly. The old coachman who was driving shook a small whip, and the two horses pulling the carriage snorted, and pulled the carriage towards No. 99.

Qiao had already had a full meal. At this moment, he was leaning against the carriage, holding a coffee cup in his left hand and slapping his belly comfortably with his right hand.

Ya stood beside Qiao with a few family good men, picking her teeth with toothpicks, or like Qiao, enjoying her mellow handmade coffee ground with top-quality coffee beans from the Black Continent.

"Oh, is that lady?" Ya lowered her head, spit out the toothpick in her mouth heavily, then took out a cigar and held it in the corner of her mouth.

"Miss Virenia, she has a really good figure." Another guard leader laughed in a low voice. In order to retrieve the naval survey information, they all followed Joe and sneaked into Miss Virenia's boudoir.

"Don't underestimate her... Our Miss Vironia, maybe it's not that simple." Qiao's expression became extremely vulgar, extremely vulgar. Her big fat face frowned and she smiled at the teeth and several guards with a wink.

"The Ghost Face Storekeeper has a skill. He can judge whether she is pure by the woman's body." Qiao drank the coffee in the cup in one sip, handed the empty cup to the little maid in the carriage, and lowered his voice sneakily: "I have asked the Ghost Face Storekeeper for this technique... If I read it correctly, Miss Virenya, she is as pure as the silver osmanthus sacrificed to Muteste!"

Ya and several guards widened their eyes at the same time, and looked at Qiao in disbelief.

After a while, Ya murmured, "That Master Yanan, what is he trying to do?"

Joe looked at the four-wheeled carriage that was getting closer and closer and laughed, "Who knows? Maybe...who knows?"

The exquisite four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of the gate of No. 99. On the nearby street, nearly a hundred guards of the Vitu family pressed the gun handle at their waists at the same time. Dozens of the last batch of Imperial soldiers who had lunch also put down their food at the same time.

The carriage door was gently opened, and Miss Virenia, who was as beautiful as a flower, walked out of the carriage with a white dress and a wide-brimmed hat covered with beautiful bird feathers.

The nearby guards, soldiers and police, made Miss Virenya's face turn pale. She walked carefully and trembled, and walked towards Joe step by step.

The four-wheeled carriage where Joe had breakfast was blocking the door of No. 99. Miss Virenya grabbed a small handbag with both hands, walked up to Joe carefully, and bowed gently to Joe.

"Police officer, I want to know, Miss Suppol, is she... safe? She is my best friend, I am very worried about her!" Miss Virenya's lips turned slightly white. Compared to the burly and strong Joe, she was like a little lamb standing in front of a wild bear, giving people a sense of weakness and cuteness, and she wanted to hold her in her arms to protect her.

"Shoopol is safe, but Mr. Zahir...bang, it's over!" Joe looked down at Miss Virenya with his hands behind his back: "Ah, by the way, Miss Virenya, let me tell you something, Lord Yanan is seriously injured, and you may not be able to see him for a while."

Virenya raised her head in shock, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Qiao blankly: "His Excellency Yanan? Great Mu...this..."

Virenya rolled her eyes decisively and resolutely, fainting.

The teeth on the side were quick-eyed and quick-handed, and hurriedly held her soft and slender waist. Ya looked at Qiao with a grin and smiled bitterly: "Young Master?"

Qiao whistled gently with his hands behind his back, turned his head and looked towards the end of the street.

faint?

But he was so dizzy that he was really timely... Hoho, Liya was right, women are born to be the best actor!

In Joe's crimson vision, Miss Virenya was so energetic that she was like an active volcano... such a thing as fainting, haha!

At the end of the street, a fast horse was racing towards him, and a guard from the Vitu family waved a kraft envelope.

"Young Master, Young Master, this is the order of the Duke. Everyone on this list will be arrested immediately."
Chapter completed!