"Mr. Luden, it's time to hit the road."

The people outside the door were humble, and their voices were respectful.

After all, the man in front of him has countless legendary titles:

The richest man in the Kingdom of Qiyun, the liberator of slaves, the creator of the new law, the father of alternating current, the spokesman of the abyss demon, the nemesis of the goblins, the goblin slayer....

anyone

As long as you can get one of these titles, it is enough to go down in history!

And these,

It is just a small contribution that Mr. Ludon has made to this world in his life.

Walking out of the cramped passage, the dim light passed through the corner of the eye, the air at the exit was a little sweet, and the midday sun made people can't help but squint.

"Praise the air, my favorite free item."

Luton stood in front of the iron gate, the sun draped over his shoulders, gilding him with a bit of sacredness.

He has black hair and black eyes, yellow skin, clear eyes, clear eyebrows, and is very well-dressed, and his shirt is neat, and there is no wrinkle to be seen.

No one can come out of this place more carefully than Luden.

"Mr. Ludon, please come here."

The one who led the way led him to a carriage with Luden.

"Standing, open-topped, I like it."

As Ludon stepped into the carriage, he said casually,

"The first year commemorative model of the new law, the factory price is 560 gold coins, and the three-year warranty is three-year, and the sixteenth king once rode in this carriage!"

The groom who drove said with heartfelt emotion,

"Mr. Luden, what a vision."

What a nice man,

The groom sighed inwardly.

When Mr. Ludon had made sure he was on his feet, the coachman gave him a gentle whip forward.

"Drive!"

The carriage moved slowly.

Mr. Pathen once famously said:

Be a little chic, and if you encounter any troubles, go out for a ride in the car.

Ludon is going for a ride right now.

On both sides of the road, there were crowds of people, and their eyes were all looking at Luden in the carriage.

The crowd was silent, looking at Ludon in silence.

A child pointed to the back of the carriage and asked,

"Mom, who is that?"

"It's Mr. Ludon, who provides work for Mom and Dad, provides you with the opportunity to read, and with the blessing of Mr. Ludon, we can afford to buy black bread every day..."

The textile worker picked up her daughter with four fingers, sighed, and said regretfully,

"What a good man, it's a pity."

Luton passed by a guillotine, and the groom felt he should say something.

The groom spoke,

"His Majesty got off the bus here."

He often talks about it with people, and that's the best thing to talk about.

Although there is no king anymore,

But as a coachman, he was able to have such contact with the king, which was a blessing for several lifetimes.

But

That was before today.

After today, the coachman's greatest blessing is that he once gave Mr. Luden a ride.

As soon as the coachman's words came out, he felt that something was out of place.

Mr. Ludon didn't care.

"I've always felt that the guillotine was a waste."

Luden looked at the guillotine with dark blood stains and said seriously,

"A quality guillotine with a lifespan of more than a hundred years is a great waste! How can it not be broken?! ”

In Mr. Luden's opinion, the guillotine is best made disposable.

The more Lu Deng spoke, the more energetic he became, his eyes glowed with a strange brilliance, and he said with great interest,

"The Qiyun Kingdom beheads no more than ten people every year, hangs a hundred people, and executes no more than a thousand people.

These ways to die are too cheap for them!

To decapitate, it only takes this guillotine to rise and fall, and at most add a sack, which can only create one job!

Hangings too, oh my God, they would use a rope repeatedly, do you know how much wealth that means?

I once calculated that if every hanged person paid for a rope for himself, thirty-six jobs could be created out of thin air, a full thirty-six jobs, and every day brown bread alone would sell an extra 36 pounds..."

Hearing Mr. Ludon's words, the coachman simply slowed down and asked Mr. Ludon to talk a little longer.

Mr. Lutden always likes to say strange things:

Things like, 'Slavery is too inefficient and must be abolished', 'First there will be cheap enough ale, then there will be cheap dwarven artisans' and so on.

These words,

The coachman didn't understand well,

But Mr. Ludon has a magical power, and you can feel an indescribable affinity with him when you stay with him.

Everyone who knows him will say from the bottom of their hearts,

"Mr. Ludon, what a good man."

Even if it slows down,

The piece will also be played until the finale.

The carriage stopped in the square,

The coachman said respectfully,

"Mr. Luden, here we are."

Luden glanced at the tall wooden frame, shook his head helplessly, and said in disgust,

"It's not technical at all."

Gracefully walking up the wooden platform, Ludon finally met an acquaintance.

"Father Phuket, long time no see."

The priest smiled awkwardly and greeted Luden.

"Mr. Luden, you're in better shape than I thought."

Ludon even has the leisure to urge the other party,

"Let's hurry up and get started,"

Looking at the priest, Luden raised his head, his eyes were resolute, and he said seriously,

"I'm a staunch atheist, and I don't have any desire to talk to nothingness."

Once again, embarrassment appeared on the priest's face,

"But... They have something to say to you. ”

As he spoke, the priest stepped aside, and the square behind him was crowded with human heads, like thousands of ants gathered together.

They saw Luden.

A dwarf stepped forward and complained,

"My brother died last week, all from your goddamn wine!"

Obviously, people can agree that drinking alcohol is harmful to their health.

The enraged dwarf was furious and poured a large sip of ale.

Luton recognized him and sneered,

"Your brother fell into the river while driving drunk, and I express my regret and regret for this incident..."

Before the dwarf's face softened, he heard Ludon sneer,

"It's a pity that bike!"

The dwarf was furious, and even after several sips of wine, he could not calm down.

Before the dwarves' accusations had subsided, someone else had come forward.

A woman with a wig and heavy makeup said sharply,

"You demon with alternating current, sooner or later you will blow us all up! Direct current is 10,000 times safer than alternating current! ”

Ludon spat at him,

"The surname is love, you speak on the tuba!"

After his identity was revealed, the man disguised as a man hid his face and fled.

Ludon snorted coldly, extremely disdainful.

It's long been seen that you have a transvestite.

Scheming!

The accusations against Ludon came in waves.

A goblin stepped forward and cried,

"Last month, seven goblins died in the refinery, and they were all exhausted!"

"What does it have to do with me that the goblins are exhausted, did I make them die of exhaustion?

Do I whip them behind the back and make them work day and night? ”

Ludon justifiably emphasized,

"In order to avoid exploitation and show that you are working voluntarily, I have even canceled the evil punch card system!"

Someone shouted in dissatisfaction,

"You also canceled the full attendance bonus!"

Ludon roared back,

"You didn't punch in, why should you get a full attendance bonus!"

All:......

The crowd of black clouds fell silent.

Whatever the question, Mr. Ludon can refute it with confidence.

He was always right.

In this eerie, untimely silence is a mood called anger.

Silence, I don't know how long.

A roar erupted like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Hang him!"

The whole square, no, the whole city, and even the people of the whole kingdom, came alive at this moment.

They shouted in unison, mechanically saying the same sentence:

"Hang him!"

The person in charge of the execution was an honest middle-aged man, and before this job, he was the executioner of Caishikou.

He looked at Ludon and said apologetically,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Luden, but thanks to you I can eat such cheap brown bread."

The middle-aged man muttered,

"You're a good guy."

As if to strengthen his opinion, he repeated it twice.

Ludon laughed, not careless,

"Death is not the end, my friend."

Retracting his smile, Luden said seriously,

"Believe me, good fortune will always return to this land."

The noose hung around Mr. Luden's neck, and the crowd, which had been noisy, calmed down at this moment.

They all looked at the wooden platform, at Mr. Luden.

Quite a few people's expressions are complicated.

They are dissatisfied, they are bitter, they are angry...

But they don't know where to vent their anger.

Nest fire.

If you are on the street, just pull a few passers-by to chat,

They will all agree from the bottom of their hearts: "Mr. Lutden is a good man... It's a pity. ”

No one knows,

Hell, how did things get to the way they are today?

The crowd calmed down again, looking at Mr. Ludon, who had been calm.

Father Pucci was on the side, with a bitter face, and whispered,

"Oh my God, for God's sake, no, for the sake of 'good fortune', Mr. Ludon, say something!"

His plea was extremely humble.

Father Pucci knew,

Today will be the most important day in the history of the Qiyun Kingdom.

And the man next to him, the last sentence of his life, is destined to leave a strong mark in the history books!

All of you are witnessing history!

Great history!

Mr. Luden, who was wearing a rope, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and in the collision of teeth and lips, he elegantly spit out two words:

"Good death."