Chapter 319 French fries

"Ahem——"

In the cabin, the coughs continued one after another, like the bellows of an old stove that kept pulling.

The lights flickered, and the man on the hospital bed looked like he was only in his thirties, but his lungs looked like he was seventy or eighty years old.

Lungs, I have gone through forty years of detours.

"I knew I was going to die."

In front of Ludeng's bed, sat Albert.

Awu was actually in this cabin, but he couldn't bear to see Luden dying, so he turned his back to the bed and looked out the window.

Luden picked up the spray at hand and took a sip, obviously feeling much better.

However, the effect of this medicine on him is getting weaker and weaker.

"Many people think that I am waiting for the old king to die. As long as I survive him to death, I can return to the Fog City."

Luden struggled to sit up, and with Albert's help, he put two pillows behind his back.

"Few people know that my physical condition is not as good as that old guy."

Luden has always known that he is not a long-lived person.

This is the case in Qiyun, it is the same in the Kingdom of God, and it is the same in the Fog City.

What's more, compared with the previous simulations, the environment in the foggy city is much harsher and even less friendly to the lungs.

After the Eternal One left, Luden made a quick cut during the confrontation with the old king and retreated south to avoid the sharp attack.

In itself, it is also for the sake of my own body.

If he had stayed in the foggy city, he wouldn't even be alive today.

Even if there is no killer and no interference, Luden's natural lifespan is almost over.

The old king had never thought of this before. In front of him, Luden had always been lively and lively.

No one can guess it.

In the Kingdom of God, Luden was 'killed' to death.

Even the most authentic historical data will not record Luden's physical condition, let alone tell future generations that Luden was actually almost dead before he was killed.

Apart from the Eternal One, the only person who knows about this is Justice Gurred of the Palace of Greed.

The inheritance of greed is in the hands of the Secretary-General.

The secretary-general is the old king's closest ally and supporter.

For some unknown reason, the only secretary-general who might know this secret chose to keep it secret!

Before dying, the old king may have come to his senses.

He suddenly understood that not only was Luden trying to torture him to death, but he might also torture Luden to death!

The reason is simple.

The old king is really dying.

But Luden was too quiet!

This kind of quietness is not in line with Luden's behavior at all.

Luden would not miss any opportunity to cause trouble or seek death, unless his life was about to come to an end and he could no longer afford to be distracted1

Unfortunately, the old king understood it too late.

When his order was issued, Luden had already boarded the ship and started traveling around the world.

The only thing that is certain is that when the ship docks at the shore again, the old king is probably dead.

"People always like new things."

Luden raised his eyelids. Although he looked tired, he spoke at a steady pace.

"Because old things always have regrets, 'new' seems to be able to make up for all regrets. A new day, a new week, a new month, a new semester, a new year. Only by starting again can there seem to be changes.

Opportunities and motivation ahem”

Albert sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Luden and remembering what he said.

"Actually, people are just deceiving themselves and comforting themselves. There won't be much difference between new things and old ones."

Luden seemed to want to raise his hand, but did not complete the action.

He continued,

"To me, the Kingdom of Shen is the new Qiyun. The mistakes and things I did wrong in Qiyun seem to be able to be made up for in the Kingdom of Shen. Although today's Fog City is moving a little slower, it is still the same as back then.

Compared with walking more steadily, cough cough cough."

After a while of coughing, Luden continued,

"But how far we can go and how long we can go is not up to me, nor to you, nor to anyone's choice."

Hearing this, Albert was a little touched and nodded slightly.

He also heard similar remarks from his friend.

"If you want to choose a new country and do more things with fewer constraints, maybe you can do it faster and more conveniently."

Obviously, Luden knew what Albert wanted to do during this time.

Today's conversation is not meant to be preachy.

It's just a suggestion given to a friend by someone who has been through it.

"You can do this. To be precise, do it with confidence and boldness."

Luden put on a smile on his face, as if the vitality of life returned to his body at this moment,

"Don't be afraid, God is invincible."

Believing in humans also means believing in yourself.

Albert can give it a try. If he makes progress in some aspects, then he will reflect his value.

If he is not progressive, something progressive will replace him.

Don't be afraid of making mistakes.

Everyone makes mistakes, whether it's Luden, the Queen, or Pang Ge

Personal success or failure, right or wrong, has little impact on history.

After talking to Albert, Luden struggled to get up, walked out of the room, and walked to the deck.

People followed him, not knowing what he was going to do and not daring to step forward to stop him.

Luden braced himself, walked to the railing, and looked at the paintings on the drawing board.

"The seagulls are well drawn."

The painter sitting in front of the drawing board is missing half of his ears. Although his eyes are melancholy, they are still somewhat lively and occasionally flash with an emotion called happiness.

It is hard to imagine that the paintings of such a person were sold for sky-high prices in the foggy city.

When he saw Luden coming, he turned sideways and nodded, not knowing how to talk.

If he had not met Mr. Ludden, he might have had other endings, who knows.

He was very grateful to Luden, but he didn't know how to express it in actions or words.

Luden laughed, laughing and coughing at the same time.

He was holding on to the railing with one hand, and holding a handkerchief in front of his mouth with the other hand, his back arched, like a shrimp that had suffered consequences.

Luden's cough was not severe, but there were a lot of red spots on the handkerchief.

The painter became panicked and stood up quickly. He was a little confused and didn't know whether to help Luden or call the doctor first.

Fortunately, Todd and Hannibal arrived in time, put Luden back in the wheelchair, and took out the potion.

The coughing subsided, and Luden's expression was full of exhaustion.

Before being pushed back to the cabin to rest, Luden spoke again, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said weakly,

"Get them some chips."

"What?"

The people around him obviously didn’t quite understand, so Hannibal reminded,

"Mr. Ludden, your current physical condition makes it impossible for you to eat French fries."

There is only the painter, sitting in front of the drawing board, looking at his unfinished work, with seagulls flying in the sky.

He picked up the brush, entered the world of selflessness again, and began to create.

This creation is very simple.

Get them some chips.
Chapter completed!