The Glory of Medland, January 1380, at 1:35 am.

Three giant war flights are suspended in a low altitude, and hundreds of giant gas lamps are sprinkled down huge columns of light through the mercury concave mirror, illuminating the radius of several miles.

This is the south of the Lanyin River Bridge, seven or eight miles away from the bridge.

On the gravel-covered roadbed, a large section of railway tracks that were about a mile long had been opened. A short royal train rushed out of the railway and made huge scratches on the frozen soil next to the roadbed, crushing a large area of ​​black pine forest on the roadside, and falling crookedly under the roadbed.

Two fully equipped new-style ordnance brigades have blocked the area within a radius of more than ten miles.

A large group of royal knights, the Great Hydra Knights, rode horses, and were patrolling in the dense forests on both sides of the railway.

A large group of policemen in black uniforms wrapped in short cloaks in a little embarrassed manner. Amid the shouts of several police experts in regular uniforms, they lined up in neat lines, bent over, and searched carefully along the railway step by step.

These policemen are all elite criminal police officers selected by the Central District Branch of Heidra Fort.

Those police experts who shouted loudly were also the top case handlers in the Delun Empire. Everyone had extremely rich experience in detecting. In their careers, on average, everyone stuffed thousands of people into the prison of severe prisoners in the Delun Empire.

It is far away from Heidra Fort here, and the thick clouds above the head are not dispersed by the potion.

Thick clouds rolled in the wind, and at some point, fine snow powder floated from the sky again. The cold wind blew along the railway, and it was like a ghost crying, making people tremble.

Qiao rode Xiaobai and followed Salian weakly.

Among the busy crowd, he saw an acquaintance - Director Hammer's student, Daniel Frank, the director of the Central District Branch, taking a group of senior police officers to urge the police to search the scene.

Next to the roadbed that was a little further away, Yang Keer, the former director of the Imperial Capital South Station Branch and the current director of the Lanyin River Bridge Branch, was tremblingly accepting joint inquiries from several police experts, supervisors of the Supervision Department and court affairs officers.

"Your Highness, according to His Highness Mata's order, I should go back to Apophis Palace and be confined to the day when the military university starts."

Joe tightened his cloak tightly and yawned lazily: "I'm very sorry, I'm very indecent, and I'm soaking the noble Highness George with beer... So, now I'm very guilty and regretful, I can't forgive myself, I want to go back to Apophis Palace, imprison myself, and reflect on myself..."

Salian looked back at Joe with a lazy face, and he sneered: "Ah, the magnificent Apophis Palace, the Apophis Palace, which is a hundred times more luxurious than the Hydra Palace... I want to go too."

"The warm fireplace, top-notch cigars and wine, and the beautiful little maid I just bought from human traffickers... Tsk, on the cold winter night, drinking wine, smoking cigars, teasing the little girl... I want such self-reflection too!"

Salian glared at Joe fiercely: "The things here are a bit complicated... You are lucky, so, I must take you with you. Don't try to sneak away until the things here are over, little bastard!"

Joe rolled his eyes: "Beautiful little maid? I swear, there is no... to be honest, there is no."

Salian snorted coldly.

He reached out and touched his pocket, and took out a cigarette box of "Desert Iron Camel".

But the cigarette box was shriveled, and he reached out and took it out, but he couldn't take out a cigarette.

Joe sighed, he looked back and stretched out his hand.

Mr. Si Gengsi, who was following Qiao, was like magic. When he turned his palm, a cedar wood cigar box that was one foot square appeared in his hands out of thin air.

He opened the cigar box and handed it to Joe.

Joe handed the cigar box to Salian. Salian threw down the empty cigarette box casually, looked up at Joe, and naturally took the full cigar box, took out a cigar that was so well maintained, and handed it to the secretary Fox, who was standing behind him.

Fox smiled slightly, nodded slightly at Joe, then "splashed" the lid of the cigar box and held it in his arms: "The Iron Anchor Mermaid Brand from Corroba? Good brand, in the imperial capital, such a cigar will be worth my three-month salary."

Qiao stretched out his hand in a daze, and for a while, he withdrew his hand and took out a box of long matches.

He snorted coldly in disappointment: "Hesen has opened up some channels in the imperial capital. These treasures will not be so expensive in the future... Tsk, there is no middlemen to make a difference. In Tulun Port, there is only an iron anchor mermaid, which is only twenty gold marks."

The match lit, Salian turned his head slightly, and lit the cigar at the match.

He took two sips comfortably, spit out a long wisp of smoke, then waved the cigar and sneered: "Twenty golden marks, just... Humph, Marquis Joe..."

Salian now has a little bit of a dislike to Joe.

In fact, he poured a glass of beer on George's face, which was enough... the excuse for war was enough.

Moreover, he would be happy to see George's sarcastic little white face showing his ugly face in public.

However, Tifa broke George's arm.

Salian took two heavy puffs of cigarettes, held the smoke in his throat, and then slowly spit out a little.

This is a little bit too much.

It's a little too much.

Qiao threw the half-burned match on the ground. Xiaobai glanced at the burning match in disgust and stepped on it with heavy hooves.

"Margo, is there anything weird about him? Why do you seem to be nervous?"

Qiao sat bored on the horse's back and looked around for a while. After a while, he asked Sallyan boredly.

Salian waved his hand and ignored him.

Fox plucked the neck of his mount, and the well-trained war horse took a step to the side. Fox came to Qiao. He leaned over to Qiao, whispered and briefly introduced Margo's identity.

"His Highness Ferdinand's younger brother Prince Doran? His son Hillman... Marg is Hillman's son."

"Uh, Prince Doran was exiled to fish in the northern ice sea?"

"Hilman was imprisoned in Blood Kapok Fort. Many nobles and generals who could have been relieved of their crimes were willing to accompany Hillman to jail..."

"Hey, Margo...well, I thought he was just a simple, second-university assistant." Qiao narrowed his eyes: "So that... he doesn't seem so honest?"

Fox shrugged: "Of course, if he was really honest, His Highness Mata, why did he suddenly exil him to the province of monks?"

Monks travel to the province.

Qiao nodded, he knew the province.

After all, the provinces of Bhikkhu and Claude are very close neighbors.

The monk's province has many mountainous lands, hilly land, barren land, and meager products. The specialty is various "heroes" such as bandits, bandits, murderers... Many armed sailors at the Vitu Family Rose Chamber of Commerce were all "good men" who escaped from the monk's province afterwards.

Therefore, Qiao has a deep understanding of Bichu's province.

Mata XIII exiled Mag to the province of monks, which shows that this Mag is indeed not a thing.

"Your Highness!" A police expert with a goatee on his chin, a sweaty policeman strode towards him. Behind him, more than a dozen powerful armed police officers of Kong Wu were following him.

"We have discovered that this matter is related to the 'Night King'." The police expert ran to Sallyan's mount, carefully raised a hard shell folder in his hand, and handed it to Sallyan.

"Night King?" Salian's eyes widened.

Qiao keenly noticed that the nearby police raised their heads almost at the same time, looking at this side with a bit of ferocious aura.

It felt as if they heard the name of their father-killing enemy at the same time. Everyone's eyes were filled with an unconcealed evil and resentful aura.

Salian gently opened the folder in his hand.

In the folder, a black card half a foot long and three inches wide was tightly fixed in two fixed small clips.

The materials used in black cards are very strange.

It is a very smooth, elastic and hard.

On the black card, a waning moon was drawn with silver powder. Below the crescent moon was a spider web. In the middle of the light silver spider web, there was a thin man with a black body, wearing a round hat, holding a small cane, and a thin figure.

At the man's feet, in the light silver human-shaped shadow, there is a very smooth floral word. In the native texts of the Delun Empire, the word means - the king.

"The monarch of the night walking in the dark?" Salian's mouth curled, and he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers hard: "General Daniel, have you police stations not grasped his little tail over the years?"

Police Daniel, who was supervising the police, strode over. He looked gloomy and saluted Sallyan, then tiptoed to Sallyan and looked at the black card in the folder carefully.

"Sorry, Your Highness, the Night King has become more and more rampant in the past ten years, but we have not caught them even one person... We have arrested many small minions on the edge, but none of them are their official members."

Daniel's face was ugly.

"Your Highness, look at this card representing the Night King, and this blackmail letter."

The bald police expert handed over another folder.

Salian took the folder and slowly opened it.

They are also two small clips fixed on the folder, with a piece of white paper full of fancy handwriting on it. As this expert said, this is a blackmail letter.

The wording of the blackmail letter is very straightforward, and the general meaning is - 'Margo was kidnapped by our Night King. If you want him to live, you will pay a billion gold mark within three days, otherwise... everything will happen'!

"Kidnap Marg, extort the empire?" Salian gritted his teeth and sneered 'giggle'.

"It is also possible that the thief shouts to catch the thief... What if Margo is the so-called Night King?" Qiao yawned, and his mind was almost blank, and he casually said something purely troublesome.
Chapter completed!