"Coffee or tea?" Wh

"Let's have a drink."

Ludon walked around the table and prepared to sit down first, not forgetting to command,

"Let's make another glass of honey water."

Before Luton could sit down, footsteps could be heard outside the visitation room.

「sir，thisay。」

Jack's voice was not flattering, but a little more reasonable.

He is a man who surrenders and can cast his bones. Wh

He is too familiar with this kind of thing to lead the way!

Outside the door, a few more acquaintances appeared.

Jack was the first to enter the house, took the honey water, poured it into his mouth, and let out a long breath,

"This is real honey!"

He hadn't drunk honey in a long time, and he was dying.

The pale Sabbath sat in a wheelchair, listless, and appeared to be seriously injured.

Pushing his wheelchair was a young man like a recorder, polite and harmless, with an owl's pen pinned to his chest and a sticky note in his pocket. Wh

The young man nodded slightly when he saw Luden.

He pushed the Sabbath aside, stood against the wall, took out a sticky note and began to take notes, as if he were writing the minutes of a meeting.

A dog sprang out from underneath and jumped onto the table, not looking at the people present, but picked up a bottle of wine and drank it alone.

There was a leash around the dog's neck, and he was led by an old man, on crutches, with his back on his back, coughing twice from time to time.

After entering the house, the old man naturally took the teacup from the secretary-general's hand, naturally added a few sugar cubes, and moved a chair in the corner to sit down.

The last visitor, no one noticed how he came, as if he had been in the house all along, never leaving, as if by magic.

One, Sabbath, Prophet, Grim Reaper, Headmaster, Magician... Wh

Everyone has arrived.

There were so many people in the visiting room that it seemed a little crowded for a while.

The Secretary-General looked around and said with a wry smile,

"I thought it was an intimate conversation, a reunion of two old friends."

Nobody paid any attention to him.

He is the administrator, the most powerful person in this world, and the Eternal, no matter what world he is in, he is a being at the top of the pyramid.

Even so, not a single person in the hut left. Wh

Respect, useless in this moment.

Some things, when they are on high, are sacred and noble.

Once you fall off the throne of God and lose your awe, you will be lowly to dust.

Fortunately, the Secretary-General is not a cautious person, and he does not care about the attitude of the crowd.

He's going to finish his work first.

The Secretary-General poured two glasses of sherry and handed one to Ludon.

The two of them were really like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, sitting by the fire, chatting casually. Wh

The Secretary-General took a sip of wine,

"I remember the first time I saw your name was on an official letter, and you were still a wanted criminal..."

Ludon nodded in agreement,

"Well, you sentenced me to death."

"I need to correct you, Mr. Ludon."

Secretary-General Zhengsedao,

"It is not that I sentenced you to death, but based on the situation at the time, taking into account various factors, according to the regulations of the Code of the Fog Capital, combined with past cases, I performed the duties entrusted to me by the Code of the Fog Capital in my position and made the most appropriate judgment." Wh

He could talk like this all day.

Ludon said angrily, "So it's still a death sentence."

The Secretary-General nodded, "yesandno."

The two may have not seen each other for too long, from the first time they met and chatted, and then to the last time they met.

As we talked, it seemed that all the details of the last simulation came to Ludden's eyes.

Luden sighed,

"It was years ago." Wh

He quickly put away his emotion, and instead looked at the secretary general, his eyes revealing inquiry.

The question is simple.

How have you come through all these years?

The Secretary-General sighed.

It's a long story.

Fortunately, he had enough time and the audience had enough patience.

"I couldn't have imagined that just a phone call would kill you, to be honest, eternal life is really not a good thing, I don't understand why every emperor is so obsessed with this thing..."

The Secretary-General is the heir to the Palace of Greed, the heir of Justice Gurred.

But he was better than the blue, and he did what none of the previous generations of Justice Gurred could do - restrain greed.

A man like him is like a stone, the wind blows, the rain blows, and the stone is always a stone.

No, to be more precise, he is the silent gold, and after becoming an eternal being, he goes one step further, not rejoicing in things, not grieving for himself.

So, the story of the Secretary-General is simple.

"After your death, Ah Wu has been the governor of the fog capital for ten years, to be honest, he has done a good job, our empire is thriving, although the guys overseas are in some trouble, but before Ah Wu "dies", everyone must put away that restless heart..."

"After the death of the Governor of Wudu, I was faced with an embarrassing situation, the Eternals must be banished, this is the contract reached between everyone and the Eternals, when the contract was reached, I was still Party A, who would have thought that I became Party B, the old king heard that I became an Eternal, he was directly angry, and I exiled myself..."

"To be honest, I don't really want to leave my hometown, the stars and the sea or something, leave it to people with a spirit of exploration, I prefer to guard my own one-third of an acre, you know, I don't even have to go out to take the tram, let alone take the boat a few times, this kind of drudgery and no reward..."

The secretary general babbled and spoke very fragmented, but no one present urged him.

Everyone was listening, listening to the story of the Eternal.

"But the contract has been made, I must fulfill the contract, the Eternals must leave, and the painter is no exception, that guy has done everything he can to stay, and to be honest, he is more suitable to be an eternal than me, and the painter often says, I am only a stone, a stone that does not open his mind..."

The Secretary-General smiled, remembering something happy.

The Eternals are always lonely.

It's easy to be friends with peers. Wh

Especially the eternals of the same generation.

There is a clear generation gap between the Empress and Al, not to mention the two little guys, the painter and the secretary-general.

Neither of them wanted to go, and the Empress didn't bother to take them, so she made a decision.

As soon as Starfleet left the solar system, it left a ship behind and threw the painter and the secretary general on board.

They only said that the Eternals left, not that the Eternals would not return!

In fact, there are not many things in this world that can restrain the eternals.

So, Jack couldn't help but ask, huh

"So, you're going back?"

The smile on the Secretary-General's face became a little bitter, and he nodded,

"yes, after some delays, we ended up going back."

"And then?"

The bitterness was even stronger, and the Secretary-General said helplessly,

"We found that this time, in less than ten years, the whole world was plunged into endless wars, there were wars everywhere, and people were dying everywhere..."

No one was surprised, it seemed like this was the norm. Wh

The old man, who had been in the corner, asked coldly,

"So, you brought peace to them?"

"No, of course I can't do that..."

The Secretary-General shook his head, this kind of thing had never been his specialty.

He sews and mends, and works as a pastemaker, which is okay.

Bringing love and peace to the world?

It's too hard for him. Wh

Accurate to come

Say, it's too embarrassing for human beings.

The magician nodded slightly, and asked rhetorically,

"So it was the artist's idea?"

"Yes, the painter came up with an idea, and I don't know if it was good or bad, but in terms of results, the painter did bring peace to the world..."

The Secretary-General paused, and for the first time in his calm eyes, fear appeared, and after many years, even recalling it at this moment made his heart palpitate.

"The painter created a god."

A god? Wh

The materialists present were all confused, and did not react for a moment to the true meaning of this sentence and the fear behind it.

Only Luden's expression was slightly grim, and he knew what the painter had done.

The Secretary-General said word by word,

"The painter brought the Father back to life."