I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 320 The king is dead, long live the king!
In early summer, in June, there is a snow in the fog.

White cloths were hung everywhere in sight.

Candles were lit in front of the window, the church bell rang, and the pedestrians on the road were a little more worried and bewildered while they were in a hurry.

Only not too much sadness.

The old king died without incident, at least for his corpse.

After all, he was just a man, an old man.

Everyone is going to die, everyone is the same.

When an old man dies, it's not big news.

Even though he once held the most powerful power in the world, controlled the largest kingdom, and had the strongest legion
To die is to die.

That's it.

Ordinary people may mutter a few words, dignitaries may shed a few tears, and the most grand funeral will be held in the palace.
But what does this have to do with a dead person?

Everything about him is over, and the coffin is finalized.

After all, he did not kill Lu Deng and walked ahead of Lu Deng.

At least, that's how it looks to the world.

As for the truth, it doesn't matter.

On the third day after the news of the old king's death came out, a ship bearing the flag of Governor Luden stopped at the pier in Wudu.

No one disembarked from this ship, and no one entered this ship.

The big ship just stopped for three days.

Only one envoy from the depths of the palace, holding a black scepter and carrying a secret letter, asked to see Mr. Ludeng.

He was allowed to board the ship, leaving behind the black scepter and the letter, but did not see Mr. Luden.

According to His Majesty's will, he canonized Ludeng as Grand Duke Regent, holding the black scepter, and was responsible for assisting the new king.

The person who took over the throne was a son of the old king who was not in good health.

His health was so poor that he could not even hold the succession ceremony of the kingship, so he had to postpone it temporarily.

And this son, with only one daughter, was brought by Lu Deng's side.

Of course, none of these details matter.

The will was public. After the death of the old king, these things were quickly published on the headlines of major newspapers, which did not give any soil for the survival of conspiracy theories.

The last thing the old king did before his death was to make the transition of power as smooth as possible.

No matter who it falls into, this huge kingdom must have a strong ruler in order to make it more dignified in the process of decay.

There is no impregnable city in the world, and naturally there will be no eternally prosperous dynasty.

The old king understood this truth, and he didn't try to resist, but just hoped that the process would be longer and more dignified.

It's just that Mr. Luden, who was entrusted, never showed up.

It was rumored that he was on this ship, but he was seriously ill and couldn't show up for the time being.

There are also rumors that Mr. Luden died long ago, during the journey, long before the old king.

If it is the former, people can wait and see.

If it is the latter... The little United Kingdom, which has just been hit hard, seems to have become adrift overnight, with a confused future.

As the ship docked longer and longer, conspiracy theories became more and more popular, people began to spread various rumors, and the situation gradually became tense.

Just before the conspiracy theory reached its peak, an explosive news spread all over the streets, attracting the attention of countless people!

The Grand Duke Regent, Governor Loudon, will make a public appearance on Saturday morning, heading to the palace to meet the new king!
The appearance of this news shattered all the rumors!

There is no better cardiotonic than this!
The people in Wudu, after a period of speculation and uneasiness, finally calmed down a bit.

Soon, it was Saturday morning, the appointed time.

When 'Luden' holding a black scepter appeared at the bow, everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

Under the eyes of everyone, he stepped off the ship and set foot on the land of Wudu.

Countless cheers sounded, which seemed a bit abrupt against the white background.

He stood there, receiving the cheers and admiration of all people, very calm, even a little impatient.

If it wasn't for that person's request, he wouldn't even appear here in this form.

He raised his hand slightly, and the crowd immediately fell silent. He took a step forward, and the crowd immediately receded like a tide. He raised the scepter in his hand, and people's hearts immediately floated and fell silent.

It's no different than it used to be.

He thought so.

He didn't understand why he did this.

What's more, he didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Luden's ordering him to act like this.

In the past four hundred years, all the most outstanding emperors in the entire civilized world have had him!

He is Augustus of the gods, the supreme emperor of the highlands, and the eagle on the snowfield
He is the embodiment of progress, he is the representative of the old-fashioned, he is the moody and cruel emperor, and he is the decisive warrior god
He has experienced everything he has experienced at this moment.

nothing different.

He couldn't figure out why the last thing Mr. Luden asked him to do was such a thing?

Just when Awu was thinking this way, a scream interrupted his thinking.

A painter who climbed onto the mast at some point.

The painter has a black cat lying on his shoulder, one hand is hanging on the mast, the whole body is swaying in the wind, and the other hand is holding a note.

Everyone looked up and looked at this crazy painter, not knowing what he was doing.

The expression on the painter's face was very strange, half a smile was not a smile, and a half cry was not a cry.

The godfather had told him that when the godfather was gone, he would know the godfather was gone.

The godfather left him something, a mask and a note in the box.

The mask is the mask of the godfather.

The note is the note from the godfather.

He exhausted all his strength to read out the text on the note, and the voice echoed above everyone's heads, spreading to a further direction,

"The king is dead! Long live the king!"

After saying this, the painter put the black cat on the mast, jumped down, jumped into the sea, and was swallowed by the sea!
Just jumping from a height of more than ten meters is enough to kill him.

However, he seemed to be unafraid of death, using his own life to paint this sentence with a layer of blood!
The crowd was dazed at first, then shocked, and soon turned to boiling.

Countless voices overlapped and merged into the same voice, playing completely different dirges in Awu's ears.

They are no longer mourning death, they are celebrating death!
Celebrate the passing of the old king and the ascension of the new king!
The sound soared straight into the sky, echoing over the fog city,
"The king is dead!"

"Long live the king!"

(End of this chapter)