I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 199 Godfather Brando

This is the story of the Inquisition.

No longer a participant in history, but a witness to history.

Just like this bookstore, it silently witnesses history in an inconspicuous corner of the city.

"Nice story."

Luden nodded and praised,

"I love this story."

In itself, the Divine State, where the Heresy Trial is located, is a very deformed existence, and if you are not careful, it will evolve into a monster.

They had too much power and too little to restrain the Inquisition.

From a secular perspective, the Inquisition is attached to theocracy and overrides everything.

Their choice is a kind of purification, a kind of self-liberation and sublimation.

Abandoning the shackles of power and gaining greater freedom has continued to this day.

It looks very romantic.

But if you think about this story carefully, you can understand the most critical character in it—the presiding judge.

The Queen founded the Heresy Inquisition. After she voluntarily relinquished her position and untied her shackles, the Heresy Inquisition was not blinded by power and self-inflated. Instead, it embarked on a more ideal and romantic path.

Luden suddenly asked a question,
"I guess this meeting happened in 29 BC, right?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and a familiar wry smile appeared on his face. He sighed and nodded,
"You guessed it."

He added,

"To be precise, the news of the big explosion in the snow field was sent back to Shenbang the next day."

"now it's right."

Luden nodded, confirmed his conjecture, and repeated,
"now it's right."

The self-disintegration and purification of the Inquisition would have been impossible without external influence.

Individuals cannot refuse the temptation of power, and there are always people who want to use the Inquisition to do things.

The snow field explosion changed everything.

This made the middle and high-level backbone of the Heresy Tribunal clearly realize one thing:

Even after leaving the Heresy Inquisition, the presiding judge still wields the sword of judgment.

That woman has the ability to destroy the world at any time.

Best. Don't mess with her.

Power is tempting, but what is it compared to life?
If the Inquisition dares to cross the border, there is no doubt that on a certain night, the presiding judge will suddenly appear and bring a big surprise to the Inquisition
Compared with Mr. Luden, the presiding judge is more like a devil.

After all, Mr. Luden is reasonable and law-abiding.

And the sacred code itself is the embodiment of the judge's personal will.

In the book, I can remember very clearly how Judge Ruofu, the previous generation of War Hall, died.

The presiding judge wrote only three words:
【I killed it】.

The behavior of the Heresy Inquisition, to put it mildly, is called self-purification, and to put it bluntly, it is called self-castration.

They have given themselves a nuisance-free makeover.

This transformation allowed the Inquisition to survive to this day in another form.

After sorting out the logic, Luden couldn't help but sigh,
"You underestimated Father Puji, you should have two more drinks with him."

"You are ridiculous."

The old man pinned the pen to his chest and asked politely,
"Do you have anything else to do?"

"Have."

The old man was silent.

He was just being polite, but he didn't expect Mr. Luden to be so rude.

Loudon continued,

"I just came back not long ago, and there are many things I need to know. What happened in the past four hundred years, Wudu, Little United Kingdom. Oh, by the way, please tell her that I'm back."

Luden didn't care how the other party contacted the Queen.

He believed that the Inquisition must have a solution.

The old man didn't hesitate too long,
"These requests. I can promise you."

It is absolutely impossible to consult historical data and change to other people to prostitute these records for nothing.

If it is Mr. Luden.
That was the honor of the Inquisition.

They have recorded more than [-] years of history, there must be readers, there must be audiences!

Mr. Luden is the best reader, not even one.

Loudon continued,

"I'm going to the Santa Fe block, can you help me gather the former godfather's men in the Santa Fe block, we need a meeting or something."

The old man hesitated,
"It's probably beyond my responsibilities."

Loudon asked,
"Is this legal?"

How many friends are gathering together?
Of course it is legal.

The old man nodded.

Loudon continued,

"Since it's legal, I think it's within your duty and won't embarrass you too much."

With that said, Luden stood up and was about to go downstairs.
"Our last cooperation experience was very pleasant, and we must maintain this fine tradition!"

The old man smiled helplessly.

The last time the Heresy Inquisition cooperated with Mr. Luden, the result was that all the Holy Family were cleared up, the Heresy Inquisition castrated itself, and the Republic of God State disappeared in thin air.
You call this a pleasure?Call it a fine tradition?

Lu Deng stood at the stairs, turned around and asked politely.

"By the way, after talking for so long, I haven't asked for your name yet."

The old man was silent for a moment, knowing that he was not qualified to refuse, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Barnard Anthony."

Anthony?
This surname, if Luden remembers correctly, should be the descendant of the Maria family who fled to the wasteland—Veder Anthony, his surname.

Luden was a little curious and asked casually,
"I thought that the Inquisition would not admit members of the Holy Family."

The old man smiled and shook his head,

"There is no Holy Family anymore, Mr. Luden."

After watching Luden go down the stairs, the old man sat back in the armchair, closed his eyes wearily, and thought about how to record the conversation just now into words, which is a hard job.

And how to notify the organization that Mr. Luden is back.

How would the people in the organization view this matter?

Mr. Luden may not care about the organization, but the organization cannot but care about Mr. Luden.

Too many things, too many ideas.

Let's take a step
"Go, prepare a car for Mr. Luden, gather those thorns according to Mr. Luden's request, by the way, beat them, you don't need to tell them the real identity of the godfather, and you don't need to stand for Mr. Luden, just It is enough to release a little bit of goodwill. Forget it, forget what I just said, and do what Mr. Luden ordered, and don’t make extra troubles and make more mistakes.”

The old man spoke weakly, and ordered the young man.

There was exhaustion in his voice, and the conversation with Luden drained all his energy.

"No matter whether the organization cooperates with Mr. Luden or not, how to cooperate with Mr. Luden. It is an honor in your life to be able to drive Mr. Luden."

The young man was a little unconvinced and wanted to refute something.

But the old man stopped him with a word,

"It was Spartacus who drove the carriage for Mr. Luden back then."

spartacus.

Born as a slave, the strongest gladiator in the Kingdom of God, the most powerful legion commander under Pang, the most loyal servant of Augustus, and the hero who broke the shackles of slaves.
Pangge Yager has never lost a single defeat in his life, and is invincible. Over the years, he has also been praised by bards as the god of war. More importantly, Pangge is extremely loyal in this life, and he can hardly find any flaws.

His only act of arrogance was to lead his troops across the sacred river and escort Luden back to the kingdom of God.

This act of emphasizing friendship actually makes Pang's image more three-dimensional, plump and touching.

Even in the last period of the wind and rain of the Republic of Shenbang, Pangge was also the pinnacle of the Republic.

After Pangge's death, the demise of the Republic of God has entered the countdown.

Corresponding to Pang, Spartacus is known as the God of War. In the pantheon, it is located under the left hand of Pang's statue.

Do the same thing as the historical god of war
Even driving a carriage seems to be coated with a sacred halo.

With mixed feelings, the young man prepared a carriage according to the old man's instructions, and took Mr. Ludeng to the Santa Fe neighborhood to meet the generals under the former godfather.

Santa Fe neighborhood.

A carriage covered in black cloth stopped outside the tailor's shop.

The beggars and children around just wanted to gather around and ask the big man for some change or food.

Immediately, a few menacing and burly men came out from around the tailor shop. Before these people could make any move, the beggars scattered and hid far away.

The man with the black mask got off the carriage and walked towards the tailor shop,

The tailor shop hangs a proofing sign, and the inside is smoky. If you sniff carefully, you can smell the fragrance of alcohol.

Pairing cigars with wine doubles the carcinogens.

Pushing open the door, all eyes in the store fell on the visitor, staring at the pitch-black mask.

The same thought came to everyone's mind:
This is the new godfather?
It looks like it's not easy to mess with.

The underground gangsters in the Santa Fe neighborhood, in the eyes of decent Shenbang people, are a group of lunatics licking blood to make a living.

In the eyes of the gangsters, the people from the Strange Bird Bookstore are the real lunatics.

The godfather, relying on the strange bird bookstore to spread the word, came in the carriage of the strange bird bookstore
A hoarse and magnetic voice came from under the black mask, and the godfather spoke the first words to his future subordinates,

"Puff out all the cigarettes for me."

The smog in the foggy city is bad enough.

These smoking guys, don't make it difficult for Lu.

Is smoking prohibited as soon as you enter the door?
This is not easy to pass.

The strong men who were smoking did not expect the attitude of the other party to be so tough.

They originally planned to use actions to protest and give the new godfather a little color.

But when the godfather's eyes shot over, they seemed to be hit by bullets, without any ability to resist, their bodies did not listen to their brains, and obediently extinguished their cigars.

Under the gaze of everyone, Luden walked behind the desk and sat down on the main seat.

Several people exchanged glances, and a strong man who was closest to the godfather asked in a low voice,

"What should I call you?"

With the summoning of the strange bird bookstore and the token of the black mask, there is no need to doubt the identity of this person. He must be the trusted godfather of the Santa Fe neighborhood.

A godfather, even a godfather wearing a mask, must have a name.

After all, people outside the Kingdom of God believe that the sacred code is better than the local law.

If the law cannot uphold justice for them, then it is the turn of the godfather to come on stage, handle disputes, resolve incidents, and use the sacred law to return justice to the gods and people.

Therefore, the godfather must have a title that belongs to him alone.

After all, there is a gap between godfathers.

Sitting at the main seat, Luden picked up a cigar from the table, cut it casually, and lit it.

Wearing a black mask, you can also eat, smoke, and even kiss, which is very convenient.

The moment the cigar was lit, everyone's expressions changed subtly.

Yoyo exhaled a puff of smoke, and through the smoke, Luden glanced at everyone in the arena, observing their expressions.

There is curiosity, doubt, dissatisfaction, anger, and contempt.
All kinds of expressions are mixed together, which is very interesting.

"Name?"

A name came to Luden's mind, and he said casually,

"Just call me Brando."

(End of this chapter)