The days of rushing are always boring.

After trekking on the plains for nearly ten days, the convoy finally saw the shadow of the Divine State.

"Mr. Luden, if you go ten miles in the clouds, you will be a god."

The driver who drove the car took the initiative to say.

Yunli, a unit of length inherited from the Qiyun Kingdom.

One cloud mile is equal to 500 meters.

It's a magic number, and few people can say why it's so prescribed.

But

Since it has been handed down from the Qiyun Kingdom, everyone uses it like this, and there is nothing unaccustomed to it.

In the Republic of God,

Anything that has been handed down from the Qiyun Kingdom is good.

Except for the legendary demons.

During the ten days of travel, Ludon won the affection of the entire team, and no one had a bad word for this distinguished gentleman.

Even the slaves who are in charge of chores will be beaming and radiant when they mention Mr. Ludon.

Anyone who evaluates Mr. Ludon will not forget to add,

"He's such a nice guy!"

Except for Mrs. Vito.

During these ten days, Mrs. Vito was in a carriage for most of her life, and her daily life was taken care of by a valet of the dragon.

After leaving Charia, the lady never looked for Luden.

Luden, out of some psychology, did not take the initiative to find the other party.

Just as Ludon was expecting the state of God,

The director of the convoy rushed to the carriage and said respectfully,

"Mr. Luden, to enter the Divine State, you need to register your identity tag..."

Ludon took out his identity card, but did not hand it to the other party, but said,

"I'll do it myself."

Verifying your identity is a big deal.

The identity tag is the only proof of Luden's legal identity.

This kind of thing, it's better to keep it in your own hands all the time.

"Okay, this way, please."

The Director didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and led Ludon to a tree.

Under the tree stood two guards in leather armor and spears, and a middle-aged man in a robe who looked like a scholar.

At the director's beckoning, Ludon handed over his identity card.

The wooden plaque is proof of his identity.

The entry [legal identity] that Lu Deng chose at the beginning, the props he gave away.

Without the wooden sign, the first time Luton went to the house of the sheriff Berkeley, he was taken down as a wandering alien and appeared in the slave market the next day.

Ludon is clear about one thing:

Berkeley's friendliness, civility, courtesy... All these good qualities are based on Luden's legal citizenship.

If Lutdon had been a slave, no matter how deep Lutdon's study of the Holy Law was, no matter how much Luton admired the Holy Code, Berkeley would not have looked at him squarely.

Perhaps even because Ludon had desecrated the Holy Code, he was sentenced to death.

Luton did not discriminate against Berkeley's discrimination against slaves.

What bad intentions could Luden have?

He just wanted to overthrow the extremely inefficient slavery.

After Ludon handed over the wooden card, the scholar studied it for a long time, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

His brow furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficult puzzle.

The more time passes,

The expressions of the two guards were inevitably a little questioning.

Forgery of identity cards, in the Republic of God, is a crime second only to the desecration of the Holy Code, and will pay the most severe price!

Even if they are the descendants of the Thirteen Saints, they will be demoted to commoners if they forge their identity cards without permission.

The Republic of God, anything, talk about identity first.

The people of Sharia, just look at Ludon's identity card, it's enough.

Even the bailiff Berkeley only checked and did not delve into it.

But

Entering the state of God is a very important thing, and it is necessary to register everyone's identity clearly and identify each identity card, so that there will be such a specially set inspection post.

The middle-aged scholar, frowning, is still studying Luden's wooden sign.

The two guards seemed to have locked Ludon as a prisoner,

They each stepped forward and blocked Ludon's direction of fleeing on both sides, the spears in their hands glowing with cold light, making people shudder.

Ludon didn't panic.

A carriage, crushed with stones, appeared behind Luden.

Luden's ears twitched, apparently noticing the movement.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

If she is arrested, will Mrs. Vito stand by and watch, or... Beauty saves the hero?

It's a pity that Ludon didn't get a chance to see this.

Looking at the aggressive guards, Luden did not panic at all, and said calmly,

"The saint once said that before he was convicted, he was innocent."

The two guards were stunned for a moment, glanced at each other, and saw the confusion of the illiterate in the eyes of the other party.

"Holy Law Chapter 3, Verse 12."

The middle-aged scholar had just come back to his senses at this time, noticed the tense situation, took a step forward, and squeezed away the guards.

After pushing the two guards aside, he looked at Ludon with a deep gaze,

"Sir, you are familiar with the Holy Codex."

Ludon put his right hand to his heart and said reverently,

"Even if I trek through the wasteland, the Holy Law is my only guide."

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly, and his tone became a little stern,

"The saint also said that we must not let our guard down by the devil's disguise, and he is among us."

The guards who had just relaxed were nervous again at this time!

The woman in the carriage seemed to have a new movement.

Lu Deng did not panic at all, with a light smile on his face, and replied calmly,

"Holy Law, Chapter VI, Section XII."

The middle-aged scholar's expression, like the snow thawing in spring, showed a satisfied smile and nodded,

"May the Holy Law continue to guide you."

It's just a test.

The full text of the Holy Law is not very long, only a little more than 10,000 words in total.

The problem is that it is not easy for ordinary people to be able to write down the contents of the sacred law in general.

Only a scholar who specializes in the study of the Holy Law can remember exactly where each sentence is.

After coming to the Republic of God, Luden spent most of his time studying the Holy Code, and his back was very ripe.

Having graduated from the University of the Third Reich, he had a good memory, and in layman's terms, he never forgot it.

Lu Deng's reaction just now was enough to explain everything and dispel everyone's doubts.

The middle-aged scholar handed the wooden plaque back to Ludon and explained,

"The WeGoode family, Luden M. Y. Wegood, a citizen of the Republic of God and the only descendant of his family, went to the wasteland alone at the age of twelve six years ago, and no one has seen him since, some say he died in the mouths of the wolves of the wasteland..."

Y micro good?

What the hell is this name?

Ludon still had a light smile on his face, and he couldn't tell what he really thought.

After listening to the other party's content related to himself, Luden's smile was even better.

The middle-aged scholar held out a hand and shook it with Luden.

He said enthusiastically,

"Welcome home, Mr. Luden."