Chapter 85 (1/2)

In the early hours of August 20, 1379.

The thick dark clouds dispersed, leaving only a few shell shaped rain clouds floating in the sky, and dribbling small rain drops in some parts of port Tulun.

Surrounded by dozens of guards, more than a dozen carriages arrived at No. 99 palm street.

The two little maidens of the wits' family, sitting in a carriage, brought Joe a change of clothes and a breakfast made by Liya in the early morning.

Joe took a good hot bath in the bathroom of room No. 99, and changed into a brand-new and ironed garment. His slightly hot skin rubbed with the smooth and delicate material, and he felt very comfortable all over.

Sitting in the carriage, enjoying the service of two little maidens, Joe gulped down fresh bread, fried bacon, roast rabbit legs, fried eggs and delicious seafood soup.

The breakfast made by Liya was extremely rich. In front of Joe, there was even a greasy roast goose and a fat and lovely roast suckling pig. It took several hours in advance to prepare the delicious food. It shows how much Liya loves Joe who is running around.

Liya's breakfast was rich and large enough for several people to enjoy.

Qiao Shengqing invited five major generals, including dorong, to have breakfast with director Stein. However, the five major generals politely refused. Mr. Stein was not in the mood to eat breakfast at all. Now he is still busy in the building with a cigarette in his mouth.

The guards of the witus family also gathered around a dozen long carriages and enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

Of course, their treatment was not as good as Joe's, but their breakfast had already been enjoyed by the small landlords in TURUN port, such as the burnt yellow bread and butter, the thick, yellow fried bacon, the unlimited supply of fried eggs and fried chicken wings, and the fragrant hot coffee mixed with fresh milk and a large amount of sugar.

One by one, the logistics trucks made of hardwood were pulled by horses. Major general Doron and his soldiers began to enjoy breakfast in batches.

Compared with the wits' guards, the soldiers' breakfast consisted of a pound of black bread, a large piece of salty stew, and a glass of slightly sweet milk.

The food of the soldiers was so monotonous and rough that it was full of food.

and as like as two peas, a soldier, a captain, a school officer and even a major duo, they eat the same food. The official is not limited to the black bread, but the official's stew is not limited. The five major general's milk is not limited.

The higher the rank, the stronger the strength, and the greater the amount of food consumed. Therefore, they can get enough food to fill their stomachs, but there is absolutely no difference between them and the soldiers in terms of variety. This is a tradition that has been carried out for hundreds of years in the Derun Empire. In the army, generals and private soldiers are treated equally.

Ya and major general duolong said hello, and sent several lengthened carriages to the soldiers.

Baskets of hot fried chicken wings and fried bacon were carried down by the logistics soldiers, and they lined up in a neat line. The soldiers who stood on the street gulping down their breakfast gave out low cheers and paid attention to Joe one after another.

The aroma of food is floating in the palm street. On the east sea level, a group of red light comes out lazily, dragging and lingering at the junction of the sea and the sky, slowly unwilling to jump into the sky.

After a quarter of an hour of delay, a red sun slowly rose into the sky, and the golden red sunlight illuminated the world.

The Sentinels at the front and back doors of the families on palm street were withdrawn. The sound of the door shaft turning sounded. Some servants of the family walked out of the door carefully and stood on the street, looking out from a distance.

Last night, major general dorong and the attacker had a big fight, which made a lot of noise. In particular, the last metal ball left by the attacker was very penetrating, which awakened the residents of several blocks nearby.

The well dressed and decent servants carefully approached the patrolman standing on the roadside.

The policemen, who had just had enough to eat and drink, yawned and chatted lazily with the servants.

Through these patrols, the news spread quickly.

Soon, the masters, ladies, ladies and gentlemen of palm tree street and the surrounding blocks received news that the young and promising port Tulun newspaper talent, Mr. chahir von Schiller, editor in chief of the port Tulun post, was unfortunately injured.

According to the witness's testimony, the murderer who broke into No. 99 palm street and killed Mr. chahill was a group of Highlanders and a group of thugs with mutton smell.

But the Highlanders didn't get away.

Imperial prison. All the soldiers have been sent to the imperial police station in time.

Therefore, the citizens of palm street and the surrounding streets can rest assured that the Empire has enough strength to protect its own people. These highlanders are grasshoppers after autumn, just hopping in despair.

One by one, they were chubby, round, smiling and friendly. They chatted with the servants. Through these servants, they passed the official information of port Tulun to the masters behind them.The chaos in port Tulun will soon be over. All the hostile enemies who have long been content with the long-term rule of the German Empire have been almost wiped out in one net. The port of Tulun will soon resume its original harmony, tranquility, wealth and prosperity.

The death of Mr. chahill was a very unfortunate accident.

It was really just an accident.