August 23, 1379, Medland Glory Calendar.

On the soft big bed, with feet on the pillow and head on the end of the bed, Qiao suddenly opened his eyes.

I was drunk last night. Under the siege of Director Stein, Major General Doron, and a group of officers, Joe, who has been drinking since childhood, finally fell down.

"Why am I back?" Qiao rubbed his sore eyes hard and got up from the bed with difficulty and care.

"A group of men sent you back..." Laplacie's sharp voice rang in his mind: "Congratulations, Crimson. From a nameless little character, you finally got a little achievement that you can make."

Before Qiao could speak, Laplaci continued to shout, "Congratulations on becoming the director of the Lövgang Branch, congratulations on the promotion. But when will you get rich? Oh, I can't wait to accumulate knowledge here!"

"Can't wait? You can give me some useful knowledge first." Joe immediately followed Laplacie's words.

"No money, no talk, even if you are Crimson?" Laplacie giggled a few times: "However, I am looking forward to our future deal... Lövgang Town, that's a good place."

Laplaci disappeared and stopped talking.

Joe opened the curtains in his bedroom and was stunned to find that it was pitch black outside. He woke up too early. After opening up the sea of ​​power and having enough strength, his physique was strengthened. Even though he was drunk last night, he woke up after only two or three hours of sleep.

Qiao turned around and looked at the familiar bedroom. The three big wine bottles that the grimace shopkeeper gave him yesterday were now placed on the small table beside the bed.

After looking at the three wine bottles, Qiao looked at the sky outside the window. He poured a cup of potion and poured it down, then curled up on the ground, putting his body in a strange twisted position, and his breathing became heavy and long.

In the "Imperial Army Basic Respiration Method", there are dynamic exercises and static exercises, and the proportion of static exercises is larger and more complex.

Qiao's bloated body was like a flexible silkworm, slowly twisting and coiling on the carpet full of debris. Every breath he breathed, a rumbling sound of wind in the room, and soon there was hot sweat flowing down his body.

The Grim Face Storekeeper prepared the potion based on the new prescription, which is more than ten times more effective than Hessen’s power potion purchased by one hundred goldmarks.

The medicinal power is stronger and there are very few impurities, so it is very easy to be absorbed by the sea of ​​continuous contraction and expansion.

By dawn outside the window, Qiao had unknowingly drank fifteen cups of new potions. In terms of dosage alone, it was about the amount of thirty old power potions.

The crimson light curtain lights up just in time.

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Energy level: Sea of ​​strength (normal state: 7.223%) (perfect state: 0.358%) (physical strength: 257,000 pounds)

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"Hey, Laplaci!" Qiao was shocked by his own energy level changes.

In just a few days, how could his cultivation progress and his strength be improved so much?

If you remember correctly, Qiao remembers that his previous energy level attributes were:

Sea of ​​strength (normal state: 2.436%) (perfect state: 0.138%) (body strength: 18,000 pounds)

Laplacie's laziness sounded: "As Crimson, whether you are beaten or beaten, if your strength has not improved at all, are you worthy of the name of Crimsonson?"

"How many battles have you experienced in the past few days and how many killings have you seen?" Laplaci said slowly: "I have a free suggestion. If you kill everyone in the police station black prison, your sea of ​​power will likely complete all the normal practice!"

Qiao snorted expressionlessly: "Shut up... Then, how much has my cultivation improved just now?"

Qiao wanted to know how much his cultivation progress and strength had improved after he drank fifteen cups of new potions just now.

"Ah, sorry, this is not free." Laplacie said slowly: "Do you want to compare the data before and after this practice? This is not free... Well, before the practice, you did not check your own data, this is your personal mistake..."

"It is inappropriate to pass on the losses caused by your personal mistakes to me." Laplacie sighed softly: "However, for the sake of this is not a very important knowledge, 100 Jinmak, I will give you the most detailed comparison data, how about it?"

Qiao was silent for a while, then sneered, raised her head high, and walked into the bathroom with sweat all over.

"Laplahi, I won't let you make more money on me, even a copper fountain Su!" Qiao rinsed her body vigorously while laughing loudly: "Leave these potions to Liya, she will find someone to test its effectiveness. Next, I just wait for the gold coins to flow like flowing water..."

"Uncle Qiao, you will become a rich man! A rich man who makes Gorkin drool in his envy!" Qiao sang a little song with a strange tone: "Although I don't know how to spend these gold coins, the feeling of being rich is really great!"

"I have the design drawings of heavy rifled cannons and a complete set of processing technology, and the technology is forty years ahead of the Medland continent... Is it not you want to get one million gold marks?" Laplaci's gentle voice sounded faintly.

"How is the technology of the new continuous-engine rifle?"

"How is the technology of the new armored battleship?"

"Or, the drawings of the powerful taboo firearm used by the assassin who killed Zahir?"

"Ahh, if you don't get moved by these things, then, respected Mr. Qiao, do you really don't think about the formula of the elixir of immortality?"

"It doesn't mean anything to crimson, immortality. But your father, your mother, your brother, your sister, your sister..."

"Dear Feihong, you just said, you won't let me make more money for nothing, even a copper fountain Su?" Laplacian said leisurely: "I think this is not logically very rigorous, what do you say?"

After taking a shower, Qiao walked out of the bathroom with a gloomy face, and did not call on the maid and put on his own clothes.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the cloakroom, Qiao sighed heavily: "But, dear Lord Laplaci, what's the use of asking for money?"

Laplacie's answer was quick: "Is it a sense of satisfaction? Yes, it is a sense of satisfaction. Dear Crimson, maybe I am a legendary dragon. I like to lie on a mountain of gold, which makes me feel satisfied, that's it."

Qiao rolled his eyes, picked up a baton on the shelf and hung it around his waist, and took a big stroll out of his room.

In the small restaurant on the first floor, Hesen was already sitting at the dining table, squinting his eyes at the Tulun Port Post, which still smells of ink, and holding a large jar of milk in his right hand, which was delivered to his mouth from time to time to take a sip.

Qiao sat opposite Hesen, picked up the knife, cut three large sausages and placed them on the plate in front of him.

After taking a few bites, Tifa looked confused and stood up like a reed, and quietly floated into the restaurant under his feet.

Just like usual, Riya bit a few hairpins in her mouth, held a comb in her right hand, and also followed Tifa silently, following her and combing her long hair all the way.

Tifa sat down beside Joe, reached out his hand blankly, grabbed the sausage from Qiao's plate, and took a big bite.

Joe looked at Tifa, sighed, stood up, and busy cutting pieces of barbecue, sausage, forked up slices of bacon and fried eggs, and kept putting them in front of Tifa.

In just a few minutes, Tifa easily solved the food that was enough for ten ordinary men to have a full meal.

Joe handed a cup of hot coffee to Tifa. A sip of fragrant coffee entered her stomach. Tifa's dull eyes finally moved. She looked at Joe and then at Hesen, and laughed 'hehehe'.

"Father, early; Qiao, early... Oh, Qiao, I heard you have won the First Level Thorn Medal? Great Mu, Gorkin is so jealous that his eyes are red. Wait, when he comes back to visit relatives, he will definitely beat you up!"

Tifa smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line: "Mutestesty, the first-class Medal of Thorns, Gorkin is already a lieutenant colonel, he has no hope in his life, he will definitely beat you up, Joe!"

Hesen smiled a few times, and he threw down the newspaper in his hand. On the headlines of the newspaper, there was a huge group photo. It was the new photos of officials and congressmen who were newly released on the steps at the entrance of the city hall at noon yesterday.

"Tifa, don't envy Joe, you are about to end your internship and become a formal imperial judge." Hessen picked up a half-foot-thick file bag from the seat beside him and threw it in front of Tifa with a "bang".

"In the next month, the Tulum Port District Court will be very busy, and all judges will be very busy."

"This is the evidence of some of the direct descendants of the Wells family. You will be the presiding judge to judge the crimes of these guys and decide their punishment." Hessen slapped the thick file bag hard and looked at Tifa seriously: "My baby, I finally gave you this little rookie to win this opportunity!"

"This is destined to be a great trial that will attract half of the empire to pay attention to." Hesen said in a deep voice: "Perform well!"

Tifa's eyes were instantly congested, and then her face and neck turned red at a terrifying speed. She suddenly pulled out the small butt hanging around her waist, waving it hard in the air, making a terrifying "huhhh" sound that broke through the air.

"I will send them all to the gallows...The Wells family, there is no innocent!"

"I knew it was like this!" Qiao turned around and muttered to Liya secretly.

"But is Tifa's unreasonable?" Lea slapped Joe's arm hard, letting him sit in the seat, picked up the comb, and carefully took care of his hair that had just washed and messed up on his head.

"Tifa makes sense. All the guys from the Wells family deserve to be on the gallows!"

Weima rushed into the restaurant like a clever little bird. She happily rushed towards Qiao: "Joe, when did you come back? I haven't seen you for a long time... I heard that you have been poked many holes on your body? Take off your clothes and let me see!"

Weima rushed over, and then she tripped on a chair leg and fell head-on into the fruit basket by the dining table.
Chapter completed!