Qiao, whose self-esteem was damaged, left the small restaurant angrily.

The Chronicles of the Empire in Primary Education is very good. Qiao made up his mind that when he had free time and mood, he would find this book to read it and read it.

But now... it's getting late, and the meal is bigger than the sky. Qiao is in a bad mood and is preparing to have a meal at the most expensive restaurant in Ruhr City.

With money, Joe must find the most expensive, not the ‘best’ restaurant.

As for the arrest of Marquis Seajac, Joe is ready to think about it again. Anyway, he has explained everything to Little Caesar and Lieutenant General Otto, and the task assigned to him by Her Majesty the Queen has been completed.

Holding Sallyan's entrustment book, he has unlimited power in Ruhr City. He wants to leave halfway and have a meal. No one can do anything to him, and no one can stop him.

Little Caesar and Lieutenant General Otto did not have any way to Joe.

They could only smile bitterly and ordered the Royal Knights and the army brought by Lieutenant General Otto to gather all the staff of the local inspectors in Ruhr City, such as the Ruhr City Regional Inspection Office, to closely monitor them.

They did not doubt these people's loyalty to the empire... but what if their loyalty to the Boucher family exceeded their loyalty to the empire? So, let's focus on the supervision to avoid the news leaking.

Looking at Joe's back as he took his men away, Lieutenant General Otto couldn't help complaining: "This Lord Joe Joe Joe Vitu, really will cause trouble for us... Marquis of Seajac is alive? He is hiding in Fort Bucher?"

Little Caesar curled his lips, spread his hands, and grimaced: "Okay, if all this is true, my grandmother will get angry... Many people will be unlucky, I can imagine that scene."

Lieutenant General Otto looked at Little Caesar with his hands behind his back.

For the noble empress, she called her "grandmother" when chatting in private... This is a small habit of the aristocratic circle in the imperial capital. Lieutenant General Otto has been away from the aristocratic circle in recent years and is very unaccustomed to this.

He shook his head and said lightly: "I believe Joe, this little guy..."

Lieutenant General Otto lowered his voice: "He had a serious illness when he was a child, and his brain was a little burned, which was not very useful... Because of this, he was a little stubborn and he would not fool people."

On tiptoe, shaking his body gently, Lieutenant General Otto sighed: "When he was in Tulum Port, he said he wanted to break someone's head. In less than three days, he would sacrifice his life and break the other party's head... He would do his best to say anything, and this little guy would not fool people."

Little Caesar's face thrust.

The face of Mark's academy on the side was also twitching, and he muttered in a low voice: "I am ordered to be Officer Joe's guide!"

Little Caesar coughed heavily, and he smiled and pointed at Mark Police Academy: "Now he goes to eat, he doesn't need your guide... I hope you understand that it is much more appropriate for you to stay here than by his side."

Little Caesar said directly: "At least, if you stay here and there is something wrong with Bucher Fort, you won't be too suspicious, right? How much trouble will this save!"

Mark Police Academy rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly: "The great Mu Zai Shang... I feel that Officer Joe is the biggest trouble."

Little Caesar shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I pretend I didn't hear this... Well, I'm going to kiss a damn frog, and then apply for reinforcements from His Majesty... The kind Muteste, we're going to deal with the Boucher family in Ruhr? This is crazy!"

It was completely dark, and the streets and alleys of Ruhr City were illuminated by the dim lights of old-fashioned gas lights.

The thick clouds in the sky were illuminated red by the fires sprayed from factories on the ground. The powerful roar of various steam machinery was like the chirping of monsters, constantly coming from all directions.

The burly Caben Jun Buchel sat in a convertible carriage, holding her hands in front of her chest, and her fierce and cold eyes slowly swept across the carriages and horses on the street, and the crowds were aborted.

Wherever the carriage with Bucher family badges was inlaid on the door, the carriage stopped on the spot, the knights held their mounts, and pedestrians on the street stopped one after another, and everyone paid their respects to Kaben in their own way.

This is a tradition.

As one of the earliest pioneers and builders of Ruhr City, the Buchell family, his heads of all generations, would receive such courtesy and respect in Ruhr City. This is a matter of course.

The serious Kaben looked at the carriages and pedestrians on the street with satisfaction, and he was very satisfied with the performance of these people as usual. This made him feel the power he had, which made him feel the power of the Buchel family.

This feeling is very good.

Of course, if the check that had just been handed over to a fat man could fly back to his pocket, then he would be in a better mood.

The richer you are, the more stingy you are.

Kaben felt a little painful when he remembered the check he had just handed over.

But what can it be done?

My favorite but most incompetent young son actually attended that kind of despicable party... and then he attended, it was nothing more than the indulgence and depravity of young men and women, but he was arrested by the people of the Holy Court of the Ruhr Cathedral!

The great Mu is on the verge of the Lord Hoffman of Ruhr Cathedral, he loves money!

Well, the problem that money can solve is not a problem... But after giving so much money out at once, the card book hurts, so he is in a bad mood. So he habitually keeps a card book with a dead face on weekdays, and today his face is even stiff, and his whole body exudes a suffocating coldness.

However, no matter how bad the mood is, the family traditions must always be continued.

Surrounded by a team of guards, the convertible carriage arrived at the "Tommahawk Restaurant" on the side of the old town hall square in Ruhr.

This restaurant opened with the birth of Ruhr City and has a history of hundreds of years. Every brick, tile, table and chair in the restaurant are all antiques; every plate and every plate inside is a microcosm of history.

The taste of Tomahawk Restaurant may not be the best in Ruhr City.

But the price of Tomahawk Restaurant is definitely the most expensive in Ruhr City.

The soup here is enough for ordinary people to have a great meal at a good restaurant.

Carbon is at the Tomahawk Restaurant... No, it is the Buchell family at the Tomahawk Restaurant. In the most eye-catching core location of the restaurant, there is a fixed reserved seat for the Buchell family only.

Every three days, like the head of the Buchel family of all generations, Kabon must come to the Tomahawk Restaurant, sit on the most eye-catching dining table and enjoy an expensive dinner.

The carriage stopped in front of the slightly old door of the Tomahawk Restaurant, and Kaben walked off the carriage with his head held high and his chest held high.

The thick glass door opened silently in front of the card bank. The owner of the Tomahawk Restaurant respectfully welcomed the card bank into the restaurant with a bright smile.

Standing at the restaurant door, Kabon had a stern face, and his cold and powerful eyes swept across the entire restaurant.

Then, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In the corner of the restaurant, in front of a grand piano, a slender girl with delicate face was covered with long hair and a white dress. Her slender fingers were jumping on the keys like elfs, and music like gurgling streams flowed out from her fingertips.

Kabon's cold eyes became as bright as fire. He stared at the girl deeply and said in a deep voice: "It's the style I like."

The owner of the Tomahawk Restaurant smiled brighter.

After Kafu, her hair was slightly gray and she had been working for him for decades, smiling and nodding: "Then, she will play a few wonderful serenades for you tonight in Buchel Castle."

Kaben nodded vigorously, raised his head slightly, and walked towards his exclusive seat with a slow pace.

In the restaurant, a well-dressed gentleman and noble lady stood up one after another and saluted Kaben with a smile on her face.

This scene is like a wolf king walking in his territory, with wolves bowing down and expressing surrender to him.

With a loud bang, the thick glass door was violently pushed open by a thick big hand.

The two Buchel family guards standing behind the door were hit hard by the gate. The two were unstable and staggered forward a few steps, knocking several companions to the ground in a mess.

With a 'bang' sound, a restaurant waiter wearing an old-fashioned and conservative tuxedo, who was standing at the door in charge of the welcome was rudely thrown into the door.

A voice in anger shouted loudly: "What does it mean? What does it mean? No reservations, no hospitality? Ha, it's so interesting. I've never heard of business people who will turn customers away!"

Qiao, who was burly like an old bear, shook his body and 'squeezed' into' the restaurant gate that was slightly cramped for him. He put his hands on his hips, looked down at the waiter who was thrown to the ground, and shook his head contemptuously: "Where is your boss? Guests come to the door and come out to entertain you quickly!"

In the restaurant, all the gentlemen and ladies made a surprise and gentle noise at the same time.

Tomahawk Restaurant, except for a few big figures in Ruhr City, who have reserved seats all year round, other guests must make reservations in advance to enjoy a delicious meal... And Tomahawk Restaurant does not have many seats, and its reservations are often queued for two months later!

In the Tomahawk Restaurant, no one has been here for decades.

About thirty years ago, after a nouveau riche from another place was thrown into a metallurgical furnace... it has been a long time, a long time, and no one dared to go wild here.

The owner of Tomahawk Restaurant, Mr. Syl took a deep breath and shouted at Qiao with righteousness: "This police officer, if you have not made an appointment, please leave...I announce that because of your rude and rude behavior just now, Tomahawk Restaurant will never receive you... and everyone related to you!"

Kabon, who was walking towards his own special seat, looked deeply at the girl who stopped playing, then turned around and glanced at Qiao coldly.

He pointed at Qiao and said coldly: "Break his four legs and find a mine with accumulated water and throw it in."

In the restaurant, a group of gentlemen from Ruhr City applauded and exclaimed.
Chapter completed!