I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 430 Bringing Love and Peace to the World

"Coffee or tea?"

"Let's all have a drink."

Lu Deng walked around the table and was about to sit down first, and he did not forget to order,

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

Before Luden sat down, there were footsteps outside the visiting room.

"Sir, this way."

Jack's voice was not flattering, on the contrary, it was somewhat righteous.

He is a man who can surrender with style.

He is too familiar with leading the way!
Outside the door, a few more acquaintances appeared.

Jack was the first to enter the room, picked up the honey water, poured it into his mouth, and let out a long breath.

"This is real honey!"

He hadn't had honey for a long time, and he was dying of anxiety.

Sabbath was pale and listless in a wheelchair, appearing to have been seriously injured.

The person who helped him push the wheelchair was a young man like a recorder, gentle and harmless to humans and animals, with an owl pen pinned to his chest and a sticky note in his pocket.

The young man nodded slightly when he saw Lu Deng.

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

A dog sprang out from below and jumped onto the table. Instead of looking at the people present, he picked up a bottle of wine and drank alone.

There is a leash around the dog's neck. It is an old man who is holding him, leaning on a cane, with his back bent and coughing from time to time.

After entering the room, the old man naturally took the teacup from the Secretary-General, added a few pieces of sugar, moved a chair in the corner and sat down.

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

Number One, Sabbath, Prophet, Death, Gardener, Magician
Everyone is here.

With so many people pouring into the visiting room, it seemed a bit crowded for a while.

The Secretary-General looked around and smiled wryly,
"I thought it was a private conversation, a reunion of two old friends."

No one paid him any attention.

He is an administrator, the person with the highest authority in this world, and an immortal. No matter which world he is in, he is the existence at the top of the pyramid.

Even so, no one in the hut left.

Respect, useless at this moment.

Some things are sacred and noble when they are high above.

Once knocked down from the seat of God and loses awe, it will be as low as dust.

Fortunately, the secretary-general is not a narrow-minded person, and he doesn't care about everyone's attitude.

He has to finish his work first.

The secretary poured two glasses of sherry and handed Luden one.

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

The secretary took a sip of his wine,

"I remember the first time I saw your name. It was on an official document. You are still a wanted criminal."

Luden nodded in agreement,
"Well, you sentenced me to death."

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

The Secretary-General said seriously,

"It's not that I sentenced you to death, but based on the situation at the time, considering various factors, according to the regulations of the Fog City Code, combined with past cases, I will perform the duties entrusted to me by the Fog City Code in my position, and make a The most appropriate verdict."

He could talk like that for a whole day.

Lu Deng said angrily, "So it's still the death penalty."

The secretary-general nodded, "yes and no."

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

Along with the conversation, it seemed that every bit of the last simulation came to Luden's eyes.

Luden said with emotion,
"It was all so many years ago."

He quickly put away his emotion, but looked at the secretary-general with a question in his eyes.

The question is simple.

How did you get here all these years?
The secretary sighed.

It's a long story.

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

"I never imagined that you would be killed just by making a phone call. To be honest, immortality is really not a good thing. I don't understand why every emperor is so obsessed with this thing."

The Secretary-General is the successor of the Palace of Greed, the successor of Judge Gured.

However, he is better than blue and better than blue, and he has done something that the justices of the previous generations of Gurrett could not do-restrain greed.

A person like him is like a stone, the wind blows and the rain blows, and the stone will always remain a stone.

No, to be more precise, he is the silent gold. After becoming an immortal, he goes one step further, neither happy with things nor sad with himself.

So, the secretary-general's story is simple.

"After you died, Awu served as the governor of Wudu for ten years. To be honest, he did a good job. Our empire is booming. Although the overseas guys are a little troublesome, but before Awu's death, everyone You must put away that restless heart."

"After the death of the Governor of the Fog City, I was faced with an embarrassing situation. The Immortals had to be exiled. This is a contract reached between everyone and the Eternals. When the contract was concluded, I was still Party A. Who would have thought that I would become Party B. When the old king heard that I had become an immortal, he died of anger, and I exiled myself."

"To be honest, I don't really want to leave my hometown. Leave the stars and the sea to those who have the spirit of exploration. I prefer to guard my own one-acre three-point land. You know, I don't even find it troublesome to go out by tram. , I don’t take the boat a few times, and there is no reward for this kind of drudgery.”

The secretary-general was rambling on and on, and the words were very fragmentary, but no one was there to urge him.

Everyone is listening carefully, listening to the story of this immortal.

"But the contract has been reached, and I must fulfill the contract. The immortal must leave, and the painter is no exception. That guy tried every means to stay. To be honest, he is more suitable to be an immortal than me. Painters often say, I It's just a stone, a stone that doesn't understand"

The secretary-general smiled, thinking of happy things.

The Immortals are always lonely.

Between companions, it is easy to become friends.

Especially the Eternals of the same generation.

There is an obvious generation gap between the queen and Al, not to mention the two little guys, the painter and the secretary general.

Neither of these two wanted to leave, and the queen was too lazy to take them, so she made a decision.

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

They only said that the immortal will leave, but they didn't say that the immortal will not come back!

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

So, Jack couldn't help but ask,
"So, you went back?"

The smile on the secretary-general's face became a bit bitter, and he nodded,

"Yes, we were delayed for some time, and we finally went back."

"and then?"

The bitterness is even stronger, the Secretary-General said helplessly,

"We found that in less than ten years, the whole world has fallen into endless wars, wars are everywhere, and people are dying everywhere."

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

The old man who had been in the corner suddenly asked,
"So, you brought them peace?"

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

The secretary-general shook his head. This kind of thing has never been his specialty.

He sewed and mended, and was a paper-maker, which was not bad.

Bring love and peace to the world?
It's too hard for him.

To be precise, it is too embarrassing for humans.

The magician nodded slightly and asked,
"So it was the painter's idea?"

"Yes, the painter came up with an idea. I don't know whether the idea is good or bad, but from the perspective of the result, the painter has indeed brought peace to the world."

The Secretary-General paused for a moment, fear appeared in his calm eyes for the first time, after many years, even recalling it now still makes his heart palpitate.

"The painter created a god."

a god?

The materialists present all looked confused, unable to react for a while, the true meaning of this sentence and the fear behind it.

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

The Secretary-General said in a word,
"The painter brought the Holy Father to life."

(End of this chapter)