Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 Saint Attila and Benedict Ahan warmly embraced each other, and when they exchanged information quickly, a special train from the rear also slowly drove into the platform.

　　 Two special trains before and after, almost stop at the side of the platform end to end.

　　 The door in the middle of the train at the rear opened. He was wearing a light gray formal suit. The whole body, including Viglar, whose face was gray as a piece of granite, walked out with a group of inspectors.

　　 At this moment, the military band on the platform played a cheerful welcome song.

　　 Saint Attila, he was still standing at the entrance of the carriage before he got out of the carriage, while Viglar walked down with a stride. This cheerful and warm welcome song is a bit like welcoming Viglar.

　　 Salian smiled, dangling a big cigar, and strode towards Viglar.

　　 In front of a crowd of priests who looked like fire, Salian and Viglar hugged each other forcefully. Salian slapped Viglar's back hard and laughed loudly: "Bad guy, you have been recuperating in Tulum Harbor these years... but you think of my cousin, are you willing to help me? "

　　 Viglar shrugged and smiled faintly: "Everything is for the empire."

Salian curled his lips: "Of course, everything is for the empire... You bad guy, when I don't see you, I always think of you, but when I see you, I can't wait to punch you in your serious face. "

"Well, the Chief Inspector of Hyderabad Region, and the third Deputy Minister of Inspectorate of the Imperial Inspection Department, my dear Viglar, after the New Year celebration, you are ready to continue to work hard for the Empire, you **** workaholic, I I believe you will be satisfied with the piles of documents waiting for you to process."

　　 Viglar smiled and slapped Salian's arm hard: "Well, I can't be too distracting... Salian, in your bones, you are still such a nasty bastard!"

　　 Viglar lowered his voice: "Look at our pious shepherds, how are they angry?"

　　 Salian and Viglar took a step back, turned around, and looked at the clergy with angry eyes.

　　Salian shrugged and muttered in a low voice: "It's not my fault. I would also like to make a welcoming ceremony with flowers, but for the safety of the noble saint, I have to do this."

Exhaling a heavy breath, Salian took off the big cigar in his mouth, raised his left foot, pressed the burning cigar on the bottom of the boot to extinguish the fire, took out the pure silver cylinder just now, and Most of the cigar was stuffed back, and carefully put into his pocket.

　　 After doing all this, Salian patted his sleeves, suddenly raised a standard aristocratic smiling face, and walked to the carriage where Saint Attila was ‘enthusiastic’ and ‘spring breeze’.

　　 At this moment, Saint Attila and Benedict Ahan are holding each other's arms, strode out of the carriage, and are standing on the platform.

Including the great priest Xia, the clergy on the platform all looked at the arms that Benedict Ahan and Saint Attila clenched to each other with admiration. It has long been rumored that Benedict Ahan and Saint Attila Attila is not a real brother, but his feelings are better than a real brother!

　　 Seeing you today, it was really unusual!

　　 The position of Saint Attila in Darbawa is comparable to the current pope of the Golden Oak Church.

　　 Benedict Ahan has Saint Attila as the backstage...No, Benedict Ahan himself has a high enough position in the church, has enough power, and has enough influence. Once the two of them join forces, they can even form their own factions.

　　 Behind Saint Attila, clergymen in blood robes walked out of the special train.

The great priest Xia walked towards Saint Attila with a gentle smile. Behind her, more than a dozen big nuns in silver robes followed her, and several others with youthful beauty and pure temperament. The nuns and a few naive, innocent little nuns followed them.

　　 The young and beautiful nuns and the innocent little nuns all held lush green branches full of silver sweet-scented osmanthus in their hands.

　　 This season, in Hyderabad, apart from the conservatory of Hydra Palace, there is no fresh flower.

These silver osmanthus flowers are formed by the nuns of the St. Mayan Cathedral, directly catalyzed by divine power. Each tiny osmanthus flower contains a huge and pure divine power, and the flowers are particularly fragrant. In this winter season, a rich fragrance Can drift out more than ten miles with the wind.

　　Salian also brought a large group of people and greeted him with a smile.

　　 He almost walked towards Saint Attila side by side with the great priest Xia.

Standing next to Saint Attila, Benedict Ahan introduced Salian’s identity in a low voice: “The grandson of the Durham Empire is very likely to be the next emperor... if he is not affected by his Replaced by the thriving younger brother."

　　 The smile on Saint Attila's face suddenly froze.

　　 In his capacity, it should be the Queen of the Durham Empire who personally greeted her.

　　 Her Majesty the Queen, the Queen’s husband, and a group of great nobles in the Derren Empire, such as the elders of the Noble House, the ministers, the representatives of the big families, these guys, these guys should appear at the welcome ceremony!

　　 Okay, okay... It's not as good as it was in the past.

Even today, Darbhak’s control and influence over the Medland countries have been weakened to the extreme. Her Majesty the Queen of the Durham Empire has always been a lawless and unscrupulous temperament. The relationship between Darbkan and the Durham Empire has recently been I have also been quite nervous for decades...

　　 But no matter what, even according to the most basic aristocratic etiquette, then the crown prince Ferdinand of the Durham Empire should also come forward to greet Saint Attila.

It’s fine now, the queen has not come forward, and the important ministers of the empire are missing. Crown Prince Ferdinand doesn’t know where he is. The Durham Empire sent him to welcome St. Attila—the only saint in the Golden Oak Church in the past century. Saint Attila, who is almost comparable to the Pope, is outrageously a third-generation grandson!

　　 Saint Attila's face twitched slightly, and he chuckled softly: "My lord, it is bound to bless those pious, and disasters will definitely come to those who are disrespectful with the force of thunder."

　　 Saint Attila glanced across the vast platform.

　　 The empty platform, the deserted platform, except for the sparse soldiers of the Guards, there is only a group of clergy here.

　　 Saint Attila inexplicably remembered the scene when he left the black continent and those crazy black-skinned followers sent him off.

　　 He also remembered that before arriving in the Durham Empire, when he passed through the port cities of Saint Xia Kingdom and the United Kingdom of Nice, the devout believers presented the scene of burning oil and flowers blooming.

　　 Not to mention, when he was in Tulum Port, and from Tulum Port all the way north, small and small towns, he received a warm welcome like an emperor.

　　 Hyderabad, really gave him a head, and gave him a great surprise.

　　 Saint Attila smiled, he smiled brightly.

He was born gentle and elegant, like Saint Attila who is a harmless teacher, smiled and stretched out his right hand to Salian, and stretched out his left and right hands to the great priest Xia, who was advancing side by side in Salian: "His Royal Highness Salian, and I Sister of Xia, I am very happy to see you here..."

　　 Salian and the great priest Xia walked in front of Saint Attila. They shook hands, hugged each other, and hypocritically said all kinds of nonsense such as "Long Yang", and their faces were filled with smiles containing countless complex elements.

　　 Joe stood stupidly beside Salian, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the priests standing behind Saint Attila, wearing blood-colored robes, looking solemn, cold and determined, and full of evil spirits.

　　 Well, behind Saint Attila, there are a few tall clergymen whose breath is not very similar to that of the colleagues around them.

　　 Joe sniffed gently.

　　 The surrounding cold wind roared, and there was a strong floral fragrance from the sweet-scented osmanthus branches that the nuns were holding in their hands, but Joe still smelled it. From those priests, there was a very light, very light... powdery aroma.

Eh?

　　 Joe is a little at a loss.

　　 At Rittal’s house, Tifa, the iceberg beauty, doesn’t use rouge gouache very much.

　　 Wei Ma is still a little girl, except for a little bit of the most basic lipstick, she doesn't use these things much.

　　 But Liya, as the mistress of the Rittal family, when Liya attends some high-end social dinners, she will use some extremely high-end and extremely rare cosmetics.

　　 has a legendary sense of smell, and Joe's memory of fragrance seems to have become a thousand times stronger.

He clearly remembered that just six months ago, he smelled exactly the same powdery taste on Liya... That time, Liya, as the mistress of the Rittal family, went to a new workhouse in Tulum Port. At the inauguration ceremony, Joe also followed Liya to join in the fun.

　　 This kind of powder is not produced in the mainland of Medland.

　　 This is from Donglu, an extremely mysterious, ancient, and divine country that respects women, and it is a top product exclusively for the princes and ministers of that country.

　　 The price of this set of items is extremely high, and the annual share of the goods flowing into the mainland of Medland is only about 30,000.

　　 Joe remembers clearly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In this set of cosmetics, the top ‘Mutella’ in a thumb-sized perfume bottle is worth 188,888 gold marks.

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　　 This is not a question of money, but a lot of noble ladies in Medland, who can't buy this set of luxury goods with money.

　　 Joe once played with the perfume bottle, and then Liya almost pulled off his ears.

　　Among the clergy behind Saint Attila...it was obviously a few handsome men...men?

　　 They have the smell of top cosmetics?

　　 In Joe’s perception, this thing is only used by women?

　　 A cold wind swept over, and Joe once again smelled the scent of the five-color tongshen in the scent of flowers and the top cosmetics.

　　 Joe used to be a policeman for a while.

　　 Of course he knows that Wuse Tongshen San is a forbidden drug... He naturally also knows what kind of **** stuff it is to take Wu Se Tongshen San!

　　 His eyes followed the smell of medicine.

　　The source of the fragrance is actually a kind and gentle born woman in a silver robe, who looks only in her thirties, the great nun?

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