Mr. Sigens formulated a letter of understanding, and Joe and Stuart IX signed the letter of understanding and made a fingerprint.

Professor Belfin roared and sweared in anger, accusing Stuart IX of forgetting the hatred of the tribe members for a little bit of insignificant money. What a despicable act.

He was so angry that he kept spitting at Qiao, and madly scolded Qiao for using money to clear the charge of murder due to a few stinky things...

"Dark, shameless...you despicable guys." Professor Belfin roared and roared in the square in a crazy way, but no one paid attention to him.

Joe, I don't care about him.

Stuart IX and his tribesmen had long been fascinated by Joe's traveler's check, so how could they still pay attention to him?

"I wish you a happy and generous master!" Stuart IX put two checks into the hidden bag on his chest, and then bowed deeply to Joe.

"I wish you peace and peace, respectful master!" The tribes of Stuart IX bowed respectfully to Qiao. No matter men, women, young and old, they now had angel-like sacred and pure smiles on their faces.

The next moment, Stuart IX ran wildly surrounded by several confidants.

The people of Stuart IX gritted their teeth and ran and chased them with twisted faces.

They took away the bodies of the dead children, they took away all kinds of fragments that fell to the ground, and even the blood on the ground was wiped clean in a very short time.

The wind blew, rolling up a few lonely fallen leaves.

Professor Belveen, covered in blood, and several companions stood there blankly, like a few stupid birds, not knowing what was going on.

Their passion and righteous words just now were like a nightmare, and they disappeared without a trace when blown by a golden wind.

"How can you... be like this!" Professor Belfin screamed: "You must uphold justice...you must seek justice, you...you cannot give up justice and justice for a little profit!"

"Haha!" Qiao looked at Professor Belfin in disappointment, and he muttered in a low voice: "Two million golden marks... In Tulum Port, two golden marks can kill a bastard, which is enough to buy 500,000 lives..."

Qiao glanced at Lan Fangchang and tilted his head.

Lan Jigong nodded, he mixed in the crowd, his figure gradually became hazy, and the soldiers of the Blood Axe Team were crowded for a moment, and he disappeared on the spot.

"Einstein!" Qiao's arms were shaking, and the Titan's fist turned into two wrist guards again. He shouted: "Take us to No. 158 Qingsong Street... When is it? Are you far away from here?"

Einstein, who had long hands and feet and had a good camera, squeezed out of the crowd. He looked at Professor Belfin, who was standing there in awe, and then saluted Joe: "Sir, if you ride a car, it will be one hour...if you ride a horse, it will be a little more than two hours..."

Joe was confused by Einstein's words. When Einstein took them to a station outside the square of the Imperial Capital South Station, Joe understood what his words meant.

The imperial capital Heidra Fort covers a large area, ranging from east to west, north to south, and dozens of miles away. If you walk, a strong man will take more than a day to follow a straight line from south to north, or from east to west.

The imperial capital then built nine bus routes, three horizontal and three vertical lines, using small steam locomotive heads as power, pulling special small cars and galloping back and forth on specially laid narrow rails, as a tool for indoor public transportation.

With these small trains, traveling in the city becomes extremely convenient.

Most of the subordinates brought by Qiao took public trains from the Imperial Capital South Station to the station near Qingsong Street. It took less than 40 minutes.

Qiao and his guards rode their war horses and trotted all the way under Einstein's guidance. In just over an hour, they arrived at the public train station near Qingsong Street. After meeting with their subordinates who arrived first, the time they took to arrive at No. 158 Qingsong Street was exactly the same as what Einstein said.

"This is Qingsong Street 158, sir." Einstein jumped off the war horse quickly, patted the long horse's face a little reluctantly, and then bowed to Qiao.

Qiao nodded and glanced at Mr. Si Gengsi.

Mr. Sigens took out two gold marks, instead of the one that had been agreed upon, and threw them to Einstein.

Qiao looked at the tall, rusty metal floral iron gate in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Einstein, we will probably stay in the imperial capital for a while. We need some familiar people to help with some chores... Five Golden Marks a month, how about I hire you?"

Einstein's body shook, hesitated for a moment, then tightened the two golden marks in his palm, bowed deeply to Qiao and bowed: "As you wish, as long as I can do it during your stay in the imperial capital, I will do my best."

Qiao nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, his mind was unprecedentedly clear and light. He remembered all the things Hesen said to him.

Joe didn't expect him to have much combat power or other abilities for a small local snake like Einstein. It was just that he was familiar with the road, the market situation, etc., and it was worth spending a little money to win him over.

"So, during this period, you followed Lan Mujin... and Billy, Billy, you are Mujin's deputy. You and Einstein are so intimate. You should know more about what you should know."

Billy ran out of the crowd intimately, and he patted Einstein, who was half a head taller than himself, and said loudly: "Boss, don't worry, I know what to do... Boy, you need to eat more meat and see how you are thin!"

Einstein was stunned and shrugged.

Eat meat?

Haha, eating meat is an unattainable luxury for him to hang out with a small minion at the bottom of the market.

Billy thinks he is too thin, and he also thinks that Billy is too fat.

Isn't this a joke for Billy's body, being a policeman?

Such a fat policeman, if you want to pursue a fugitive, can you catch up with him?

If there are vicious thugs who want to attack you, you are so fat, can you escape?

Haha... Einstein had a strange smile, looking up and down at Billy round, like a peeling egg.

Qiao had already walked to the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street, clenched his fist, and knocked hard on the iron door of a small door room next to the door. After a while, the iron door was opened, and an old man with one leg lay on his head and saw it.

"Hey, there are no one here... there are every ghost inside, and there is no valuable thing. The good things have long been emptied... except for a few houses..."

The old man rubbed his rosacea hard, and before he could see Joe standing in front of him, he started yelling loudly.

"Here, old man, look at this." Qiao slapped a document on the old man's chest and said loudly: "From now on, I have the right to use No. 158 Qingsong Street. This place will become the residence of my subordinates... Well, the rent of one thousand goldmarks a year is not expensive either!"

The old man was stunned and grabbed the official document that Qiao Sai came over, frowned and looked carefully.

Finally, he carefully studied a red seal at the end of the document: "Well, the seal of the Imperial Capital-Yes-Asset Management Bureau... It looks right. One thousand golden marks a year? Are those bastards kind-hearted?"

The old man looked at Qiao with an incredible look on his face: "Or, did you give them a bribe? I remember half a year ago, someone wanted to rent this place as a warehouse and gave a high price of 10,000 gold marks a year, but the bastards refused!"

The old man returned the official document to Qiao, and then walked to the back of the gate in a nagging manner.

"Crack", the old man opened the big padlock behind the door, pulled down an iron chain, and then pulled open the closed door with force.

At the sight, behind the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street is a square that can accommodate three or five thousand people.

The gate is on the south side of the square, directly north and east and west sides of the square, and there are three integrated "其"-shaped buildings. The granite building is three stories high, huge and heavy, and there are rows of black pine trees that are much taller than the building.

In addition to the main buildings with the shape of "其", there are also long dormitory buildings on the north, west and east, as well as some other annexes, such as canteens, warehouses, small teaching buildings, test sites, etc.

Just looking at the entire No. 158 Qingsong Street, it covers an area of ​​about 1,000 acres. The teaching buildings of all sizes can accommodate thousands of students to study here. The canteen and dormitory buildings are enough for nearly 10,000 people to live and live.

"A thousand gold mark is really not expensive." Qiao grabbed the pile of official documents and orders from Lan Mujin's hand and murmured: "Who is so caring? I asked me to come to the imperial capital to study, and arranged such a good base for me, and gave such a low rent?"

"Tsk tsk, I am too handsome and handsome. Is a noble man interested in my talents and character?"

After opening the spiritual sea, Qiao felt that his brain was getting better and better. Many questions he didn't care about or were too lazy to think about before, but now all came to his mind.

"Is it because Her Majesty the Queen has noticed my extraordinary talents, so she wants to focus on cultivating me?"

Qiao pointed at the old man who was guarding the door, and Mr. Si Gengsi calmly put a golden mark into the old man's palm, so the old man immediately smiled brightly, and his attitude towards Qiao suddenly changed drastically.

Qiao asked the old man who had a big change in attitude very seriously: "Can the police minister manage the imperial capital-state-owned Asset Management Bureau?"

The old man held the Jinmak tightly in his hand, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line: "Last year, because the Ministry of Police paid the rent a little late, they were almost driven out of the Ministry of Police...that building, but the Empire's state-owned assets!"

Qiao suddenly understood. It seemed that the "noble man" who was taking care of him behind his back was obviously not the poor police minister.

Then, he must be a big shot with a higher status than the police minister!

In the evening, wisps of smoke rose from the cafeteria at No. 158, Qingsong Street, which had not lived for a long time. A strong smell of broth echoed over the entire playground.

Outside the gate of No. 158, several sentries carrying flintlock rifles appeared, and the yard that had been idle for a long time, regained vitality again.
Chapter completed!