Law of the Devil

(Chapter 2 completed today ~)

Chapter 51 [Mad Flying Heavenly]

Dewey basically left the gambling business to Mudd to do… He couldn't help but be strictly controlled by a restraining order, he couldn't leave the castle to inspect his gambling career.

Mudd, this ex-Marv, can be said to have turned his position upside down! Originally, this “Lord in Charge”, who accompanied the disenfranchised Young Master, was assigned to the territory of the Rollins, and everyone knew that his identity was that of a former Marv. The head of the family servant here is the old housekeeper, Mad, an outsider who, although holding the title of a chief butler, has always been only a light rod commander.

It's different now! He's Lord Dewey's supervisor! Oversaw the entire Rollins Plains, half the gambling business in the province of Cote d 'Ivoire!

Now Mudd just goes out, and almost all the owners of the big casinos send a very warm welcome to this chief executive, and wherever Mudd goes, he follows a series of people in the gambling industry behind his ass.

Just wait, wait, Managing Director Mudd is happy, something leaks out of his fingers, then, Master Mudd eats meat and everyone can drink soup with him.

At Dewey's behest, Mudd pretended to inadvertently reveal the laws of several football games, making small sums of money for the casino owners in the periphery.

Dewey knew full well about humanity, and although that so-called exclusive right had nominally given Dewey a monopoly on the business, there were still a lot of followers in the dark.

Even in previous life, underground gambling groups could not be eradicated.

Dewey doesn't want the hat that guides the yellow gambling currents in the Rollin Plains to snap on his head. Since the blockage cannot be blocked, there is only guidance!

As soon as Dewey hit his head, he made a decision! Starting today, all gambling in the surrounding cities is suspended! Dewey needs to be cleaned up!

It's called "The Young Master moves his mouth and Mudd breaks his leg. ”

Dewey's patient son trained Mudd urgently for three days, and no matter how much his poor predecessor Mudd could understand, he taught poor Mudd a lot of things anyway.

As for not understanding, Mudd had to study his own thoughts slowly on the way.

First of all, Young Master Dewey said, in the future, gambling, never say "gamble”! Young master has come up with a strange thing that can be sold publicly before each game. Although it is the same rubbing result, the play pattern is slightly different.

“From now on, we are no longer betting houses! We are a store selling products! What we sell is called... football lottery!” In saying this, Dewey's expression was extraordinarily serious, even somewhat sacred. After a pause, the young master added: “Don't say 'gamble’ again! We don't call it gambling, we call it gambling! ”

As for legitimacy and all that, Dewey has made one of the simplest standards: each time the proceeds are donated 10% to the local governing body!

All right!

Whatever Mudd knew, he now had to take a carriage with him and take a few servants to and from the nearby towns on the Avenue of the Rolling Plains, ready to do the “football lottery" deal the Young Master called.

By the way, Mudd couldn't help but ask one more question before he left: “Young master, since we are going to open a store for business... then our store must always have a name. ”

“Football Center!” Dewey answered very simply.

So, Mr. Managing Director Mudd, in the future, anticipation, his head is destined to have an extra title: Football Center Supervisor!

And the second thing Dewey told Mudd... was that Dewey was ready to make a huge adjustment to the current “league”!

It can be said that all the teams and players in the league have come from the 1,000 guards by the castle so far. And now, the soldier's renovation period is almost over.

If these soldiers continue to disrespectfully play soccer all day and abandon the army's training, Dewey fears the old butler will have to sue himself again in a letter to Didu.

So... Dewey is ready to build a real league!

The castle now guards the army, retaining only the next team. And Dewey let Mudd run away from a few cities and will have a team in every city! Now that football is almost the whole of the Rollin Plains, it's certainly not hard to find a dozen or twenty good kickers in every small city.

Afterwards, teams everywhere can start playing according to the league pattern... this idea excites Mudd so much!

Dewey's list calculations suggest that the so-called league still looks very profitable… First of all, the Roland players, they won't be asking for expensive signing fees and wages. Most players made up of farmers, handicraftsmen, carpenters, blacksmiths, miners, and even barbers are happy to play football from time to time. One or two gold coins per person per month is enough to get them excited enough to run all over the game.

And the expected huge gains from the football lottery are enough to cover the negligible wages of these players.

However, Dewey did not give up his attempts to extract the maximum benefit… he even asked Mudd to find the biggest leather merchant in a nearby city… the merchant supplied the Rohr family with all kinds of leather goods for a long time.

Dewey promises to wear uniform clothes when players from the local city compete in the upcoming "Football League" … every player's clothes will be marked with the name of an epidermal merchant shop!

Given the popularity of the game now and every time, the crowd surrounds the city square with water... such popularity...

The leather owner generously paid for Dewey's 500 gold coins as "title rights” for the coming year.

In this way, the city's team, officially known as the "Old Kronelpi Store Football Team in Emerald Town, Rollin Plains”!

Dewey sold the title to the first team in the game in front of Mudd. And the next thing you know, Old Mudd's job is to find a way to sell the titles of the twelve teams in the future league to the wealthy local businessmen.

Together these various things... Mudd almost began to look at this young master who had been hugging himself since he was a child!

Who says our young master is an idiot?

Have you ever seen an idiot who makes tens of thousands of gold coins by moving his lips?

Old Mudd almost broke his leg, he ran almost a dozen towns and cities from south to north, east to west in the Rollin Plains! Twelve teams were finally built, and the title of the twelve teams was finally sold.

As for any weird names like "XX Jewelry Store Team” or “XX Weapon Shop Team”, Dewey ignored them... he was happy with the thousands of gold coins Mudd had brought back. Twelve teams sold 5,000 gold coins.

“It's just the first year, my dear Mud. When our league succeeds in the future, you won't have to run away every year. The merchants will come to you in boxes with gold coins! Thousands of gold coins, I'm afraid, didn't even buy a team's title back then!” Dewey looked at the faithful servant who had been out there for a month and was moved, so he decided to reward the faithful servant a little more.

“My dear Mudd... would you be interested in being the first Football Association President of the Rollin Plains Football Association? ”

So, in addition to the titles "Chief Supervisor" and “Football Center Supervisor," Mudd's head has a title that sounds amazing: President of the Football League!

Though it is not yet possible to fully understand what this "chairman of the Football Association” is, but the young master is very impressed with his weight, Mud, so he is pleased to accept the young master's suggestion.

Dewey was clearly in a good mood.

After all, the 5,000 gold coins Mudd brought back were enough to relieve him of the urgency.

The soccer league hasn't started yet, and the revenue from the soccer lottery hasn't shadowed, and the five-thousand gold coin title fee seems to be the only liquidity Dewey has left.

Damn Saliscaya... the guy burned thousands more gold coins and still no progress.

With the thousands of gold coins Mudd brought back, Dewey can relieve herself. With pleasure, Dewey took some of our Football Association presidents on a tour of his new invention.

Just behind the castle, where Dewey specializes in the development of fireworks, Mudd once again admires his Young Master newspaper...

Though, he doesn't know what the young master is up to this time.

This thing in front of it seems to be a huge basket.

Well, yeah, it's a big basket. It's big enough to stand in three or five people, the edge of the basket is high, the waist height of all people, people just want to sit in a convertible carriage.

And above... a huge, huge sphere made of dozens of cowhides, floating gently above the basket!

Yes, that's right, a huge sphere!

One of the furnaces below is baking the balloon, baking the gas in the balloon.

The color of the flame burning is bright, and Dewey did a little bit of magic in this part… this is the magic of a fire system he just learned, and Solskaya came up with a little additive or something that could further enhance the burning effect of the fire yao.

“This thing is called a hot air balloon! My dear Mud.” Dewey laughed very happily.

That's what he worked so hard for a month! Although nearly fifty fine cowhides were damaged during this period… those cowhides were bought at very low prices from the first leather merchant to buy the title to the team.

Dewey ignored Mudd's blind eyes and briefly introduced his new invention.

Former Marv, the current chief executive, the director of the Foot Lottery Center, the chairman of the Football Association, Mr. Mudd, had already felt unconscious, and he looked at the young master and stuttered and said, “Young master... you mean, this thing, it can fly? You mean" fly "? Am I hearing this right? ”

“That's right, my dear Mud!” Dewey laughed, "So now I give you an honor! Experience your first test flight with me! This is a historic moment! You are the first human to fly into the sky without relying on the help of any magic or other magical creature!! ”

The rest of the way, for old Mud, it's like a dream!

Dewey waved the knife and cut the rope tied to the basket, and the huge buoyancy of the hot air balloon slowly brought up the basket below, as well as the two Dewey Mads in the basket!

When the basket left the ground little by little, it was getting higher and higher... everyone stopped breathing and dared not make a sound, so wide eyes, grown mouth looking up at the higher and higher Dewey and Mudd...

Someone even forgot to wipe it when it came out!

This scene is so... stunning for people who live in an age without any aircraft!!

Craftsmen on the ground did not make a huge cheer until Hot Balloons planted Dewey and Mudd almost all the way to the top of the castle! Everyone kneels on the ground and praises the great gods with their most devout voices...

Mudd just feels his legs are softening so fast now compared to the people cheering on the ground!

For the first time in his life, he “flew" to the sky, letting Mud's legs keep shaking from leaving the ground. His face was pale, his eyes were as big as bull's eyes, his teeth were grinding, his hands dead grabbing the edge of the basket...

“What do you say? My dear Mudd..." Dewey looks underfoot... the hot air balloon is floating slowly, at this altitude, the view around the castle, the far mountains, the nearby forests... at a glance!

“Isn't this an unforgettable scene...” Dewey is intoxicated.

“Young Master...” Mad swallowed his mouth and asked carefully: “Well... I don't know what to say anymore... this is amazing... but what I want to ask is... we're flying so high now... but how do we land? ”

“...” Now Dewey changed color, too, and he looked deeply at Mudd and looked weird: “Oops... I just know how to fly... but I don't know how to land this thing. ”

MAD: “Young Master... you are truly the most gifted person I have ever met... % * % x; * … x; (… *”

Dewey: “Mud! You threw up on me! ”

The following people began to look at each other in agitation: "When are they coming down, young master? About time for dinner, huh? ”

In the sunset, the higher and farther the hot air balloon drifts in the infinite summer...

What a wonderful world! Isn't that right?

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