The Count of Monte Cristo left the palace alive.

The Secretary-General sat in a small reception room and began to think wildly.

He has read a lot of history books and knows a lot about history, even the history of Qiyun.

Back then, in Qiyun, it was an executioner who hanged Mr. Luden.

But the executioner did not gain eternal life, but the empress, who gave the order, survived.

In the Kingdom of God, it was the Holy Maiden El who signed the secret decree, and he also stabbed the first sword.

In other words, Ludon had to be executed legally, and the old king signed a decree, and the fruit of eternal life would automatically fall into his arms!

The Secretary-General is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle at this moment.

He has no interest in eternal life, and the Secretary General just wants to live a simple life that repeats itself, and that it would be best if nothing changes!

If there is to be a change, it is better to change it subtly.

Don't learn anything new, don't try anything new...

Eternal life is an irresistible temptation for others, and a bitter fruit for the Secretary-General.

The Secretary General was well aware that the old king could not refuse.

Even if there is little hope, the old king will try.

The Secretary-General does not believe that the elderly can succeed.

If you take 10,000 steps back, even if you succeed, what can you do?

El, Augustus, Empress of Qiyun...

The known Eternal camp is full of Ludon's people!

The old king ascended to the throne by killing the road, and he was designated to have no good fruit to eat.

If His Majesty the King had been at the height of his Spring and Autumn Period, he would still be young at this time, and with his wisdom, he would probably be able to figure this out.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Over the years, the king under the shadow of death has an almost perverted desire to continue his life!

No matter how crazy he did, the Secretary-General was not surprised.

It's just that the Secretary General wants His Majesty the King to keep the last of his senses, at least... Don't act like a gambler fighting for your life.

The last trace of luck in the secretary-general's heart was completely shattered by a figure.

A woman, appearing inside the palace, is as natural as coming home.

She received the old man like an emperor, and before her, the king of the small United Kingdom was to submit to him.

The Secretary-General's heart is falling rapidly in the bottomless abyss.

He knows it well.

Your Majesty, it's time to go to the table.

...

On the same day, several inconspicuous orders came from the palace.

The secretary general from the traffic management department, armed with a royal order, was ordered to arrest the chief inspector of the security force, Field.

Field has been the chief inspector of Wudu for ten years, with monstrous power and intertwined connections, weaving a huge network of interests, and his status is as stable as Mount Tai.

Today, Tarzan collapsed.

One second Field, who was still a high-powered chief inspector, became a prisoner the next.

When arrested, Field asked a stupid question,

"Mr. Luton is dead?"

In his opinion, only when Mr. Ludon died would he come to this end.

The Secretary-General did not respond to that question.

He was in a hurry, hurrying to the next place.

After the arrest of Chief Inspector Field, the secretary general came to the Santa Fe neighborhood without stopping.

He announced a new urban plan under which more than a third of Santa Fe's neighborhood will be demolished, and even those that aren't demolished will be divided into other neighborhoods.

For the Santa Fe neighborhood, which is accustomed to the treatment of a country within a country, this announcement instantly caused a big stir!

People took to the streets to vent their anger with practical actions, but there was nothing they could do.

In the small United Kingdom, the King's word is a holy decree.

When a king decides to do something, few can change anything.

In addition to breaking up the Santa Fe neighborhood, there was also an order placed in front of the new chief inspector's desk

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He needs to deport the illegal immigrants in the Fog, especially the Divine Beings in the Santa Fe neighborhood.

Give them a ticket to get out of the way to the New World, or back to war-torn land.

Choose one of the two.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

The Secretary-General went to tax authorities and regulators to request an investigation into the mergers and acquisitions carried out in the past 10 years to see if there were any illegal acts such as insider trading.

Any company associated with this matter will be frozen during this period.

They can't get a loan from a bank, they can't pay for goods normally, they can't pay their employees...

The only thing they can do is repay the loan.

This is the mercy of the king.

While traveling from place to place, the Secretary-General also took time to visit a middle-aged man.

He and this middle-aged man are not familiar with each other, they have heard each other's names, read each of each other's articles, and even memorize most of them.

The Secretary-General's visit was just to announce one thing:

"You've been banished."

The middle-aged man and his family must leave the fog within three days.

As for where they go ... The king doesn't care.

The expulsion of this middle-aged man was the easiest thing the Secretary-General had ever done today.

He also has to go to the patent office to check whether the company's patents are legal and compliant, and whether they involve monopolies.

In the carriage, the secretary general met the former chairman of Fengya Bank, who had not seen him for a few years, and the other party seemed to be dozens of years old, full of gray hair.

The former chairman complained about how the barbarians had stolen their banks.

He wants to fight a lawsuit to get his shares back.

The Secretary-General does not comment on this matter.

He went to St. Peter's Sanatorium again and announced that the sanatorium was about to be renovated and renovated, and that during the renovation period, St. Peter's Sanatorium was closed to the public and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

The day passed quickly, and the Secretary-General was like a spinning top, whipped by an invisible whip, revolving around the fog.

Everything he does is the will of the depths of the kingdom.

And the Secretary-General is well aware.

What does it mean to do it all yourself.

Declare war.

His Majesty used the Count of Monte Cristo as a breakthrough to declare war on Monsieur Luden.

Field, Santa Fe neighborhood, Fortune Exchange, St. Peter's Sanatorium...

This is a war that has been planned for a long time.

The old king didn't waste his last days, he had already laid out a careful plan, and he only needed a fuse!

The appearance of the Count of Monte Cristo is the best opportunity!

Work with the Church of Knowledge to find a way to legally kill Ludon and win this war.

The Secretary-General did not find it wise to do so.

The Secretary-General did not think that the old king had a chance of victory, even though there was clearly the shadow of the eternal behind the Church of Knowledge.

They can't fight Mr. Ludon.

But the secretary general is just a knife, a knife responsible for carrying out the orders of the old king.

Even if he doesn't do these things, it's the same if someone else does it, it's just a matter of efficiency.

Finally, the weary Secretary-General returned home, sent the servants away, and shut himself up in his study.

He pulled out a dusty ancient book from the dark compartment.

On the cover of the ancient book, a simple word is written in Qiyun language:

Greedy.

Spread out the ancient books, the air is filled with the smell of dust, as if you can talk to people hundreds of years ago.

The Secretary-General lowered his eyes and whispered,

"Knowledge guides us in the direction we go..."