On August 22, 1379, the early morning of the Glory of Medland.

"Praise the kind Muteste."

At the door of the small medicine shop where the grimace shopkeeper was, Qiao stood up with his belly and held his hands behind his back, smiling at the father, mother and daughter of several families who were crying and hugging each other.

The grimacing shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves, squinting his eyes at those who were immersed in surprise and happiness.

"It's great, isn't it?"

The grimace shopkeeper sighed with satisfaction: "No matter what, Yaolu Street is my territory. Although these guys are a little bit unhappy when collecting money, they are my colleagues. These little girls are also what I have grown up when I watch them."

"The damn guys of Corrosion Spirit... are now locked in St. Heard's Cathedral?" The grimace shopkeeper looked up at the sky and cursed in a low voice: "When will they be sent to the stolen rack? I'll donate two kilograms of kerosene to the cathedral."

"I'll donate a hundred kilograms to them." Qiao looked at the group of people who cried.

The potions and secret techniques used by the Corrosion Spirit have expired, and the fathers and mothers have remembered their daughters.

These little girls were concentrated in the garrison camp for a day. After careful examination by the nuns of the Yingui Church, they confirmed that there were no remnants of their bodies and that there were no heresy methods. So they were sent home early in the morning.

Qiao took a group of policemen familiar with the ground to escort these little girls home, and made a reputation among several neighborhoods around Yaolu Street.

These happy and vulnerable people.

Seeing these people, Joe felt his heart full of sunshine. In comparison, Hennyway, who was cursing in the dungeon, was such a disgusting stupid woman. Joe was seriously thinking, would he want her to "escape from prison" like Hanks?

"What are you thinking?" The grimacing shopkeeper reached out and poked Qiao's arm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see the purification ceremony presided over by Archbishop Loren himself." Qiao curled his lips. He was embarrassed to tell the Grief Shopkeeper that he was planning to shoot a beautiful, noble, but vicious little woman.

Although he is cruel, he is a woman after all.

It is possible to hurt a woman, but it is not enough for a man to say it.

"There is nothing to regret... If you deal with the church, unless you have enough strength, it is better to be far away from any of their religious rituals." The grimace shopkeeper Youran said: "I don't want the innocent and simple Young Master Qiao to suddenly become a devout church dog one day."

Qiao only felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up suddenly.

"Ha?" Joe hurriedly asked, "Is there such a thing? And there is such a thing?"

"Never overestimate the moral bottom line of a group of charlatans, especially when it is profitable. Master Qiao, the Vitu family is about to... No, no, it has become the first family in Tulun Port. You must be careful in the future."

"Be careful not only your body, but also your soul." The grimacing shopkeeper looked at Qiao with a deep look, and reached out and poked hard on his heart: "All heroes compete for hegemony, the winner is the king... A group of heretics compete for faith, and the biggest heresy that won in the end is the supreme 'My Lord'!"

"The Golden Oak Church's methods are much more cruel than those heresy. The stolen frame that everyone fears? It's just something to scare ordinary people."

The grimace shopkeeper kept shook his head and sighing, turned around, and walked behind his counter.

He opened the drawer and threw out three huge five-liter glass rum bottles. The quality was not very good, with some impurities, so the transparency was not high. The gray bottle was filled with blood-colored red liquid.

"I have enough ingredients for the prescription you brought last time. Although I have had more things in the past two days, I have taken time to prepare some." The Grim Face Storekeeper pushed the three bottles in front of Qiao: "Take it back and try it out. You know my skills. If the effect is OK, tell Mr. Hesse that I will sell this medicine together with the Vitu family, and I can get 30% of the net profit."

Qiao stared at the three bottles of potions and said, "I think we can talk about it again, dear uncle grimace, look, I am an eighteen-year-old adult soon... Shouldn't an adult man have a little pitiful, meager private money?"

The grimacing shopkeeper raised his head in shock, pouted and sucked his breath, then nodded seriously.

"That's right, this is very reasonable... A man without private money, undoubtedly, his life is a tragedy. So, except for 30% of mine, you can talk to Mr. Hesen under my banner. As for how much you can get, it depends on your own!"

Joe straightened his chest and turned to look in the direction of Tulum Port City Hall.

"I hope everything goes well... Dear Father, I can't wait to see you."

At this moment, the top floor conference hall of Tulun Port City Hall.

The sunlight shone in from the round glass dome of the venue, making the venue clear.

In the venue, the thin old man Buchel Jong Cicil, the tall and burly old man Tagore Jong Layton, and the outstanding temperament of Victoria Jong Barrett, four of them were wearing dresses and stood in the middle of the venue in a row.

Directly ahead of them, on the three-foot-high rostrum, behind the chairperson's table, Duke Rose sat side by side with a middle-aged man.

Behind them, on the seats distributed on the steps, more than a hundred men in uniform, all tightened their bodies and sat in their seats with a serious face.

Moving and speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Duke Ross behind the chairman's table, especially the middle-aged man.

Duke Ross changed into a long fur-colored fur dress and a wide-brimmed girl's hat. The hat was covered with blood-colored azaleas. He was smiling and briskly swaying the small folding fan in his hand.

"His Excellency Viglar, it's great that you can rush back to Tulum Port 'in time'." Duke Ross glanced at the middle-aged man sitting beside him: "To be serious, at least 70% of these messy affairs these days should be responsible for."

"But for some reason, why did everything hit me?"

"I am just a weak woman. Why do these murders, arsons, rebellions, rebellions, and even those evil and terrifying heresy have to be pushed onto me?"

"Well, who made me a widow with a miserable life? Things have come, and I have to take over."

Duke Ross sighed and closed the folding fan with a 'slap': "Anyway, my personal ability is limited... I am not the empress of a talented and powerful lady. I am just a poor country widow who has never read any books. I have been exhausted these days. Look at my black-eyed bags... It's really a hell!"

"I have done everything I can do. The current situation is the ultimate I can do." Duke Ross gently tapped the conference table in front of him with the small folding fan in his hand: "Look, if you think it's okay..."

Viglar von Singtonburg.

The iron-gray half-foot long hair was smooth and meticulous, and neatly spread out behind the head, revealing a wide, high-rise ivory-white forehead.

In the deep eyes, the dark gray eyes were calm and cold, like two deep pools.

The straight nose bridge made his face full of three-dimensionality, and the lips under the nose were slightly thin. He did not deliberately pursed his lips. His lips with particularly sharp lines inexplicably gave people a strong sense of danger of holding a sharp knife on his neck.

Viglar's appearance is somewhat similar to Fricett von Heidelberg, especially his iron-gray hair and dark gray eyes, which represent the origin of their bloodlines.

The Imperial Marquis Viglar, his mother is the fourth daughter of the current empress of the Empire. He has half of the royal bloodline, belongs to the genuine "royal minister" and the genuine "royal relatives".

He is also the inspector general of the Imperial Southern Special Zone Inspection Department.

His jurisdiction covers three provinces on the verge of Tulum Port.

According to the authority granted by Her Majesty the Empress when she newly established the Imperial Supervision Department sixty years ago, Viglar has independent supervision, investigation, interrogation and disposal rights over all "normal" and "abnormal" affairs of all military, political, civil, and law institutions in his jurisdiction.

In a word, he can make a move within the jurisdiction of Viglar, anything he dislikes.

Any matters involving Viglar, all relevant institutions, departments, officials, and nobles, must cooperate unconditionally.

Even when an "abnormal" incident occurs, Viglar may execute marquis and nobles below the marquis, and may execute provincial consuls, provincial garrison chief officers and all officials below the marquis.

A few days ago, Viglar was inspecting local government affairs outside. He took the train back to Tulun Port in the early morning this morning.

While Duke Ross was talking nonsense, Viglar looked through the thick stack of archives in front of him.

The appointment letter of the official appointment of Tulun Port City Hall and the following administrative agencies, the appointment letter of the new member appointment of Tulun Port City Council, and the approval documents of new presidents and directors of all civil groups such as the Silk Association, Tea Association, and the Wine Industry Federation. These important documents related to the future power structure of Tulun Port are all in this thick stack of archive documents.

Viglar said nothing, flipping through the documents in front of him page by page.

All archives and documents are stamped with the Governor General's Seal of the Imperial South and the private seal of Duke Ross.

Duke Ross smiled slightly at Hessen.

These appointment letters are works by Hessen and Duke Ross working overtime. Once these official positions are implemented, the division of power and interests of the entire Tulun Port will be initially completed, and Hessen and Duke Ross will pick the most plump fruits.

But if Viglar slashes...

Duke Ross could not withstand the pressure of Viglar. After all, even Duke Ross himself was under Viglar's supervision authority.

Viglar was reading documents faster and faster. At the end, he threw the thick archives and documents gently in front of him and said coldly: "Before, Tulun Port was governed by a seven-member committee. I think seven people are more suitable, balanced and stable. There are only four people here?"

Hessen bowed to Viglar.

Duke Ross smiled and said, "In the original seven-member committee, in addition to the Vitu family, three families will remain in place."
Chapter completed!