The former Black Scepter Herald died?

Ludon was not at all surprised, and even felt that the Empress had become merciful.

There are many people in the knowledge church, and many of them have their identities exposed.

The Black Scepter Herald is the highest-ranking of those exposed.

After he rescued Jack the Ripper, the old king took away the Black Scepter and is now at home.

For a person with this status, once he loses the black scepter, everyone knows what will happen.

It's just that no one thought that he would be hanged outside the kingdom!

This is almost a humiliation of the little United Kingdom, a humiliation of the king!

On this island nation, the royal family still has some dignity.

Otherwise, those nobles would have been in turmoil a long time ago.

The lord brought this news, and there is a follow-up,

"My father was summoned to the palace this morning..."

The lord's father was in charge of the mint and was a close confidant of the old king's cronies.

The royal power was so provoked, and the anger of the old king can be imagined.

The fog will not be too calm recently.

The lord came to inform Luden of the news, and there was another meaning.

He spent his days loitering, wandering around dinners and balls, studying what interests him, all of which came from the lord's ability to make money.

To be precise, it comes from the grandfather's father.

He didn't want his peaceful and boring life to be shattered.

The mysterious death of the black scepter herald, the turmoil of the palace, this whirlpool of power, can easily affect the lord.

When the lord wanted to ask for help from the outside world, the first name that came to his mind was Mr. Luden.

"I see."

Luden was calm and asked rhetorically,

"If I'm not mistaken, the members of Congress have just been replaced, the House of Commons is now in chaos, and the position of the Herald of the Black Scepter... It's empty, right? ”

The lord was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Ludon mentioned this, and nodded subconsciously,

"That's right."

"Don't worry, there won't be a big deal."

Lu Deng comforted the lord twice, and asked the other party to go home first and wait for the news, the more turbulent it is, the more calm it is.

The lord may have some talent in other places, and in this kind of court struggle, he doesn't know anything.

For the lord, not participating is the best response.

The lord was also self-aware, and after listening to Luden's words, he was like taking a reassuring pill and went home in a carriage.

Not long after the lord left, a passer-by who was walking inadvertently knocked on the door of the orphanage.

"Good morning! Mr. Ludon, it was such a coincidence that you got up too? ”

Standing outside the door was none other than the secretary general of the Traffic Management Division.

The other party sent a friendly invitation,

"It's a waste not to walk the streets on such a beautiful morning, Mr. Luden."

Ludon had already put on his coat and accepted the other party's invitation to take a walk.

Walking side by side on the deserted street, the Secretary-General whispered,

"The old man knows what happened, and he assures you that those rats will never bother you again."

When he said this, the Secretary-General's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

The Black Scepter Herald died last night.

After his death, the old king received the news. …

After figuring out the cause and effect, the enraged old king smashed everything he could at hand.

Even so, the first secret order given by the old king, who had restored his calm, was to hang the body of the herald of the black scepter outside the palace for the whole night.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a provocation and humiliation of royal power.

In the eyes of the empress, this was just a trick of the old king to spit on himself and plead guilty.

Not only that, but the old king also carried out a purge of all the people involved in the whole thing.

After seeing the purge list, even the secretary general of the moral vacuum couldn't help but jump with his eyelids.

He couldn't tell whether the old king was really angry, or if he was using this incident to purge dissidents.

Fortunately, the Secretary-General does not need to distinguish either.

Seeing that Mr. Ludon did not say, the Secretary-General continued,

"The old man is preparing to appoint a new Herald of the Black Scepter..."

Luden, who had been silent, spoke,

"Another."

The old king was about to appoint the lord's father as the herald of the black scepter, and it seemed that he valued the other party more, but in fact he put the other party on the fire frame.

As long as you take the black scepter, the ending will always be [Red and Black], choose one of the two.

The Secretary-General was silent.

He knew very well the weight of the man's words.

Some people, ostensibly as orphanage directors, are behind the scenes the godfathers of the Santa Fe neighborhood, but their real identities are demons from the Divine State.

No, it should be said that it is a demon from heaven, with the most vicious curse on human civilization.

In fact, Ludon is no different from hundreds of years ago, he has always played by the rules of the game.

Even if this is the case.

The old king had no right to refuse, and it was his fault in this matter.

On his turf, the Church of Knowledge has repeatedly provoked and offended Lutdon.

And Mr. Luden, who was restrained, made only one such request.

That's fair.

The Secretary General nodded, "I'll bring your words." ”

He is not qualified to make any decisions for the old man.

At this end of the conversation, the secretary general bowed slightly and said goodbye, and walked away quickly, and the whole street gradually gained popularity.

Ludon stopped and found that the two had walked around the Capitol building.

Just like when he was in the Divine State, Ludon was still not interested in this kind of thing.

He had nothing but good fortune in his heart.

Ludon turned away and disappeared around the corner.

...

St. Peter's Sanatorium.

Dr. Hannibal is teaching a first aid technique to resuscitate a person whose trachea is blocked by a foreign body.

This first aid technique is easy to learn, easy to understand, easy to use, and is best suited for rescue.

In order to spread the first aid method, Hannibal even paid out of his own pocket to advertise the first aid method, so that more people could learn the first aid method and save more lives.

For a time, in St. Peter's sanatorium, Hannibal and his first aid method were discussed everywhere.

According to people, this year's Lane badge belongs to him!

In the restaurant, people are talking about the same thing.

"This year's Ryan badge?"

Hearing this, a doctor who was eating raised his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said confidently,

"Of course it's me!"

The people around looked at the strange doctor with surprised eyes, not understanding why the other party was so confident. …

No one can deny the value of the Hannibal First Aid Method.

In their opinion, this mind alone has won too much!

They can't imagine what kind of achievement can overshadow Hannibal and take away the Order of Lane!

In the face of everyone's doubts, the doctor from the Republic of the Highlands, with a thick accent, shouted without etiquette,

"I have an invention that can greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers on the battlefield!"

War, for the past four hundred years, has been a constant theme in the civilized world.

Muskets have taken one life after another on the battlefield!

If it can reduce the casualties of soldiers on the battlefield, it is indeed worth more than Hannibal's first aid!

After all, the number of people killed by bullets far exceeds those who choke to death.

Hearing this, everyone became even more curious and asked questions to see this mysterious invention.

The doctor waved his hand, pushed everyone away, and said disdainfully,

"I have to go to the patent office to apply for a patent before I can disclose my invention!"

It can be seen that he is a very copyright-conscious person, just like Mr. Wentong Road.

The rude doctor stood up, walked out of St. Peter's sanatorium, and got into the public carriage with the map.

Following the guidance of the map, he successfully found the address of the patent office, and just before the patent office left work, he handed the materials he had carefully prepared to the staff.

The doctor sat in the hall waiting, shaking his legs and a little anxious.

He was a little worried that the fools in the patent office would not see the greatness of his invention, and that the people in the patent office were too smart.

Just as the doctor was nervous, a voice rang out in the hall,

"Is the Patent Applicant No. 1874 here?"

The doctor quickly stood up and came to the small window.

Behind the counter, sat a young patent clerk, who didn't look very smart, with his name written on his badge, what is Albert, a typical god state.

As a highlander, the doctor has no good impression of the people of the Divine State, and is naturally a little resistant.

Albert spoke,

"Dr. Gatlin..."

The doctor rudely interrupted,

"It's Dr. Gatling!"

Albert patiently repeated,

"Dr. Gatlin, your patent application has been denied, and you need to reorganize your information and apply again."

"What?!"

Dr. Gatlin was furious, banging on the counter excitedly, and shouted,

"Can you even read this patent?! The boy who hasn't grown his hair yet! Someone more professional! ”

In the face of an almost humiliating reprimand, Albert did not get angry, but said calmly,

"There are a few mistakes in your calculations, there will be problems with the airtightness of this weapon, and there will be problems with the selection of materials, don't worry, I will help you mark out the mistakes and correct them..."

With that, Albert pushed the papers out of the counter and delivered them to the other party.

"Wrong? How could I have miscalculated! I even built one! You little imp of the Divine State, what right do you have to change my files! ”

An enraged Dr. Gatling took his file and looked down at the changes that had been made, the red annotations glaring.

Just after two glances, Gatlin's face changed drastically, and he muttered in distraction,

"Holy Father, I really miscalculated."

By the time Dr. Gatlin came to his senses, the imp behind the counter was gone.

Dr. Gatlin asked blankly,

"What about people? That little imp of the gods, I mean, what's his name, Albata? ”

It took less than ten minutes for the other party to see the flaws in this design, and completed most of the numerical calculations, making up for the theoretical performance flaws!

This ability alone is worth a thousand dollars!

Dr. Gatlin saw the potential of the other party, and he was willing to apologize to the other party and start further cooperation.

Dr. Gatlin believes that in the hands of the two of them, this invention will be of greatest value and save more people!

The cleaner on the side passed by, accustomed to this situation, and said casually,

"Albert, you say?"

Dr. Gatlin nodded his head as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "Yes, it's him, but what about the others?!" ”

It was still behind the counter just now, and it disappeared without a trace.

The cleaner shrugged his shoulders and told the truth,

"He's off work."

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