In the first half of the night, there was still restlessness in the city of Shenbang from time to time, and sporadic riots and shouts of killing came and went, like noisy frogs lurking in the wheat field.

In the second half of the night, the situation calmed down.

Well-armed fighters patrol the streets, and any anomalies can be controlled in the shortest possible time.

The sinners who were captured in the Inquisition were quick to repent before the torture instruments, and from their mouths one name after another.

The list fell into the hands of Pong, and his legions went from house to house and threw themselves into the Inquisition.

The die is cast.

Lu Deng had not slept all night in Kelu Mountain, and he was also thinking about various possibilities during the day, so he could only take time to take a nap, and then he was bored with a small half bottle of wine.

Seeing that the situation was stable and sleepiness swept over like a storm, Luden's eyelids couldn't help but crash down.

He yawned, explained to the scholar, and went upstairs to sleep.

When he reached the second floor, Lu Deng found that there were still two elders hiding in his house.

There were seven justices, nine scholars, and thirteen senators.

That is to say, in addition to the three-member committee, there are also some elders who have to be scattered outside.

The third scholar is the leader of the singular faction, and the relationship with all parties is also very harmonious, and he is also a wise man with courage and skill.

Following him, the probability of survival will naturally be much greater.

Lutten looked at the two elders and sighed helplessly.

These guys are really afraid of death...

In fact, even if there is a chance, everyone will not choose to kill the patriarch.

For one, they are of little use.

There's a reason why there are so many jokes in the Senate in the Kingdom of God.

The waste of the patriarch is beyond your imagination.

What's the point of killing a waste?

Second, the Senate is, in the final analysis, the institution at the top of the pyramid of the Divine State.

Killing the patriarch is tantamount to provoking the dignity of the Divine State, and the Divine State will definitely make a corresponding counterattack.

There is no benefit to killing the patriarch, and it will get you into trouble.

All kinds of harm and no benefit, who would do such a thing as a normal person?

Lord Justice Jofer and the scholars of the Eight Scholars died, but the patriarchs who were with them were unscathed.

That's the evidence.

Ludon returned to his room and fell asleep.

By the time he woke up, it was already dawn.

Awu brought washing utensils and water.

He has returned from the palace of greed.

Last night's riots did not affect Awu.

To the current God, he is just an insignificant slave.

The maelstrom of power struggles at the top, which may tear apart the predator, but it is difficult to affect a grain of sand.

What's more, Luton was fully prepared to put his most trusted and last powerful friend, Justice Goodred, in charge of taking care of Au.

As for what the price is, Ludon doesn't have to worry about it for the time being.

There's one good thing about Justice Groad: he's greedy.

With him, anything can be solved with Miso.

Coincidentally, Ludon is particularly good at earning miso.

Any problem that can be solved with Miso is not a problem for Luden.

After washing up, Ludon yawned and asked casually,

"Miss El downstairs?"

Awu nodded and whispered about his experience.

Last night, he spent the night in the palace of greed, and Lord Grued provided him with enough food, a good bed, and the best treatment.

Until this morning, Miss El went to the Palace of Greed and took Awu by name.

At first, Justice Gurred was a little reluctant to let him go.

The man was sent by Lundon and picked up by Al, what would he do if Luton asked for someone from Gurred?

After Al showed a certain token, Justice Grued's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

Al also didn't understand why the token left by his grandmother had such an effect.

Maybe... The justices just respect grandma.

Al didn't dare to think about it.

She took Ah Wu back to the small building and waited quietly for Luden to wake up.

After listening to Awu's words, Ludon nodded and didn't say anything more.

Last night, he guessed it.

It's just that Lu Deng knows very well that even if he goes out to chase after him immediately, he can't catch up with the other party.

The two sides are equivalent to the landlord of the open card, what cards are in the other hand, see clearly.

Ludon walked out the door, and the small building that had been crowded last night was finally empty.

University scholars, justices, patriarchs and others have long since left the small building.

The worst part of the Last Judgment is over, but there is still much work to be done.

If not handled properly, the legacy is endless.

When Ludon went downstairs, Miss Al was sitting at the long table, looking through an ancient book, and beside her lay a gift, a letter.

Hearing the commotion upstairs, Miss Eyre stood up and handed the envelope to Mr. Ludon.

"Mr. Luden, my grandmother has left a letter for you."

Ludon accepted the letter and said nothing.

He guessed it was her.

When sporadic clues collided in Luden's mind, he relied on his powerful memory to recall certain details.

The eyes were cloudy, but they were familiar.

If it were clearer, more agile, rejuvenated and rejuvenated, it would be Luden's familiar eyes.

After handing over the letter, Al bit his lip and made up his mind to tell a secret.

"Mr. Luden... I..."

Her voice trembled slightly, she looked at Luden, forced herself not to be afraid, and said softly,

"That night... You didn't mention... Own name. ”

On the first night she met Lutdon, Lutdon didn't mention his name at all.

But El's grandmother, Isha, called out Luden's name when they met for the second time.

Al had thought that when he had returned from the tavern, Luton had told his grandmother.

It wasn't until later, as he became more familiar with Mr. Ludon, that Al was sure of one thing.

No matter how much alcohol he drinks, the man in front of him can keep his mouth shut.

He will only say what he wants to say.

In other words... Grandma, meet Mr. Luden!

This secret, no, or this fear, had been buried in the deepest part of Al's heart, and he didn't dare to say it.

She tried to confess to Mr. Ludon several times, but she flinched at the door.

Al was afraid.

She wasn't afraid of the secret itself.

Rather, they are afraid... When Mr. Ludon knew about it, something bad would happen.

It's hard for others to imagine how terrifying the old 'Isa' woman named Grandma is.

As the leader of the younger generation of the Isha family, Al grew up beside Isha and knows a little more.

Why were the Isha family tried as demons by the Inquisition five times in a row?

Why can they meet such harsh conditions?

There is only one reason: Isha is still alive.

Once upon a time, Grandma Isha was Grandma Isa.

She is Grandma Issa, Elle's biological grandmother.

Later, it was Al's Grandma Isa.

According to the habit of the people of the Divine State to marry in their teens and get married and have children before they are twenty, it is known that Grandma Isa has a lifespan of more than 100...

This is not a demon, and what is it?

Listening to Al's confession, Ludon smiled indifferently,

"It's okay, I see."

If Al had told Ludon earlier, it would have only made Isha act earlier, which would have been detrimental to Ludon.

Moreover, this kind of thing, let Ludon figure it out for himself, obviously more ceremonial.

No matter what Al does, the current situation is the best for everyone.

Ludon opened the envelope and, with anticipation, pulled out the letter.

The familiar handwriting appeared on the paper, and Ludon smiled dumbly.

I once advised the other party that as an empress, the writing should be more atmospheric, especially the signature, and it is best that others who want to sign it can't understand.

As a result, more than 2,000 years have passed, and the letter that appeared in front of Lu Deng is still decent, and the handwriting of the little jasper is a little smart.

This girl.

Ludon retracted his smile and began to read the letter,

"Mr. Lutden,

I often wonder what I should say to you if we ever had the chance to meet again in this life.

I have spent a year writing this letter, as if I have endless things to say to you.

I also despaired, thinking that there would never be a day of reunion in this life, and I endured this curse in numbness and bitterness.

The moment I actually saw you, I even suspected that I was crazy.

Luckily, I wasn't crazy.

Kudos to you.

I'm sorry, but the Kingdom of Qiyun died in the end, and along with it came this world, and we pushed ourselves into the endless abyss, from which we will never recover.

The guys who wrote history said that Qiyun died in the Demon Emperor.

I don't think I've committed such a mistake, and I don't think I need to take any responsibility for Qiyun's demise.

The only thing I did wrong might be to sign the decree to hang you, and even if you asked me to do so, I should refuse like an empress.

There is no more empress.

As for the secret of Qiyun's demise, allow me to pretend to be the 'Riddler' in your mouth.

I believe that Mr. Luden, whom I knew, would prefer to find the answer on his own.

I can't put into writing all the things I've seen and heard over the years.

I have never seen hope and dawn, I have only seen the repetition of one dirty and ugly tragedy after another, whether it is Qiyun or Shenbang, the wheel of history goes back and forth, crushing mortals into dust, but refusing to move forward in the slightest.

With all due respect, it's hard for me to have as much faith in humanity as you do, and perhaps I should ask you to your face where that confidence comes from, and no matter what you've been through, you never seem to be disappointed.

Maybe I'm just a lost lamb, maybe you're the real shepherd.

In any case, you can give a new answer in Shenbang, an answer that is different from Qiyun's.

I'm looking forward to your answers.

Welcome home, Mr. Ludon. ”

The letter was not very long, and at the end of the letter, a line was added in italics, apparently on the fly.

"By the way, Mr. Luden, I have left you a gift that you will love."

At the end of the letter, the other party did not sign it.

But she believes that Ludon knows who she is.

Reading the letter from beginning to end, Ludon was sure that he had not missed any details.

The material of this letter is very ordinary, and there is no special ink, let alone this need.

Ludon carefully folded the letter and put it away carefully.

Only then did he look at the gift that the other party had given him.

The packaging of the gift was not delicate, and it was very light in the hand, but after weighing it, Lutten could guess what was inside.

He was very satisfied with this gift.

Decent.

With a light smile on the corner of his mouth, Luden's flexible ten fingers were as skillful as removing clothes, and he easily unwrapped the package, revealing the original appearance of this gift:

A top hat.

I really don't want to hang