I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 242 Ryan Badge
The former black scepter herald died?

Luden was not surprised at all, and even felt that the Queen had become merciful.

There are many people in the Church of Knowledge, and many of them have their identities exposed.

The Herald of the Black Scepter is the one with the highest status among the exposed ones.

After he rescued Jack the Ripper, the old king took the black scepter away, and now he is at home unemployed.

Everyone knows what will happen to a person of this status once he loses the black scepter.

However, no one thought that he would be hanged outside the kingdom!
This is almost humiliating the little United Kingdom, humiliating the king!
In this island nation, the royal family still has some dignity.

Otherwise, those nobles would have fallen apart long ago.

Lord Sir brought this news, and there is a follow-up,
"My father was summoned to the palace this morning"

His lordship's father was in charge of the mint, and was a close friend of the old king's.

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

Fog City, it won't be too peaceful recently.

Sir Sir came to inform Luden of the news, which had another meaning.

He idles around on weekdays, wandering around dinner parties and dances, studying things he is interested in, all of which come from Sir Alex's ability to make money.

To be precise, it comes from Sir Alex's father.

He doesn't want his peaceful and boring life to be broken.

The mysterious death of the black scepter herald caused the court to be in turmoil. This vortex of power could easily affect the Lord.

When Sir Alex wanted to seek help from the outside world, the first name that popped up in his mind was Mr. Luden.

"I see."

Luden was very calm, and asked,

"If I remember correctly, the members of Congress have just changed their terms, and the upper and lower houses are now in chaos. The position of the Black Scepter Herald is also vacant, right?"

The Sir was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Luden mentioned this, he nodded subconsciously,

"Yes."

"Don't worry, nothing serious will happen."

Lu Deng reassured Sir Alex and told him to go home and wait for the news. The more turbulent the situation, the more calm he should be.

Sir Alex may have some talents in other places, but he doesn't know anything about this kind of court struggle.

For Ferguson, not participating is the best response.

The Sir also had self-knowledge. After hearing what Lu Deng said, he felt reassured and went home in the carriage.

Not long after the lord left, a passerby knocked on the door of the orphanage inadvertently.

"Good morning! Mr. Luden, what a coincidence, you're up too?"

The person standing outside the door was none other than the Secretary-General of the Traffic Management Office.

The other party sent a friendly invitation,
"It would be a waste not to walk around the streets on such a beautiful morning, Mr. Luden."

Luden put on his coat early on and accepted the other party's invitation for a walk.

The two walked 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 trouble you again."

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

The Herald of the Black Scepter died last night.

After his death, the old king received the news.

After figuring out the cause and effect, the furious old king smashed everything that could be broken at hand.

Even so, the first secret order issued by the old king, who regained his calm, was to hang the body of the Herald of the Black Scepter outside the palace for a whole night.

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

In the eyes of the empress, this was just a ploy by the old king to plead guilty.

Not only that, the old king also cleaned up all the people involved in the whole incident.

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

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

Fortunately, the secretary-general doesn't have to tell the difference.

Seeing that Mr. Luden didn't say anything, the Secretary-General continued,
"The old man is preparing to appoint a new Herald of the Black Scepter."

Luden, who had been silent all this time, spoke,

"another."

The old king was going to appoint the father of the lord as the herald of the black scepter, and it seemed that he valued him more, but in fact he put him on the fire.

As long as you take over the black scepter, the ending will always be [red or black], choose one of the two.

The secretary was silent.

He knew very well the weight of a word from the man in front of him.

Some people, on the surface, are the director of the orphanage, but behind the scenes, they are the godfathers of the Santa Fe neighborhood, but their real identities are demons from the Kingdom of God.

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

In fact, Luden is no different from hundreds of years ago, he has been acting according to the rules of the game.

Even if such a request is made this time.

The old king did not have the right to refuse, this matter was his fault first.

On his territory, the Church of Knowledge repeatedly provoked and offended Luden.

The restrained Mr. Luden only made one request.

It's fair.

The Secretary-General nodded, "I will bring your words to you."

He is not qualified to make any decisions for the elderly.

The conversation came to an end here, the secretary-general bowed slightly to bid farewell, and then left quickly, the whole street gradually gained popularity.

Lu Deng stopped, and found that at some point, the two had wandered around the Capitol.

Just like when he was in Shenbang, Luden was still not interested in this kind of thing.

He only has blessings in his heart.

Luden turned and left, disappearing around the corner.

Sanatorium of St. Peter.

Dr. Hannibal is teaching the crowd a first aid technique for rescuing a person whose airway is blocked by a foreign object.

This first aid technique is easy to learn, easy to understand, easy to use, and most suitable for rescue.

In order to spread the first aid method, Hannibal even spent his own money to advertise the first aid method, so that more people can learn the first aid method and save more lives.

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

According to people, this year's Ryan badge is none other than him!

In the restaurant, people are discussing the same topic.

"Lion badge for this year?"

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

"Of course it's me!"

People around looked at this strange doctor with surprise eyes, not understanding why the other party was so confident.

No one can deny the value of Hannibal First Aid.

In their view, this kind of heart alone has already won too much!

They couldn't imagine what kind of achievement could overwhelm Hannibal and take away the Ryan Medal!

In the face of everyone's doubts, the doctor from the Highland Republic yelled without manners with a thick accent,

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

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

The musket took one life after another on the battlefield!

If it can reduce the casualties of soldiers on the battlefield, the value is indeed better than Hannibal's first aid!
After all, the number of people killed by bullets far exceeds the number of people who were choked to death.

Hearing this, everyone became more curious and asked questions one after another, wanting 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. Wenchao Ludeng.

The brusque doctor got up, walked out of St. Peter's Sanatorium, and took the map into the stagecoach.

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

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

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

Just when the doctor was feeling uneasy, a voice sounded in the hall,

"Is the applicant for Patent No. 1874 here?"

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

Behind the counter, sat a young patent officer, who didn't look too smart, with a name on his badge, Albert, a typical Shenbang man.

As a highlander, the doctor doesn't have a good impression of the people of Shenbang, so he naturally has some conflicts.

Albert said,
"Dr. Gatling"

The doctor interrupted rudely,

"It's Dr. Gatling!"

Albert repeated it patiently,
"Dr. Gatling, your patent application has been rejected. You need to reorganize your information and apply again."

"what?!"

Dr. Gatling was furious, slapped the counter excitedly, and shouted loudly,

"Can you understand this patent?! A kid with no hair! Get someone more professional!"

Facing the almost humiliating scolding, Albert did not get angry, but said calmly,

"You made a few mistakes in your calculations. The airtightness of this weapon will be problematic, and there are also problems with the selection of materials. Don't worry, I will mark out the mistakes and correct them for you."

With that said, Albert pushed the document out of the counter and sent it to the other party.

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

An angry Dr. Gatling took his own document and looked down at the place where the other party had changed. The red annotations were particularly glaring.

Gatling's face changed drastically after just a glance, and he muttered in a daze,
"Holy Father, I actually made a mistake."

When Dr. Gatling came back to his senses, the Shenbang kid behind the counter had disappeared.

Doctor Gatling asked blankly,
"Where's the man? That kid from Godland, I mean, what's his name, Arbata?"

It took the other party less than ten minutes 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 thousands of gold!
Dr. Gatling saw the potential of the other party, and despite the regional discrimination, he was willing to apologize to the other party and carry out further cooperation.

Dr. Gatling believes that only in the hands of the two of them can this invention exert its greatest value and save more people!

The cleaner passing by was already accustomed to this situation, and said casually,

"You mean Albert?"

Dr. Gatling nodded frequently as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "Yes, it's him, what about others?!"

The one who was behind the counter just now disappeared without a trace.

The cleaner shrugged and told the truth,
"he is off from get off work."

(End of this chapter)