I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

The atmosphere in the living room was tense.

Lynch was naturally a little confused.

As early as a hundred years ago, when he just traveled through time, he thought that there would be some villain to provoke him, and then he was slapped in the face by himself.

And after he left the forest, he also thought that some fool would provoke him.

But sadly, it never was.

Even the former Bishop Dick and the manager of the equipment store had their own goals and were not fools.

And today, it's here!
The subject is a four-year-old kid.

Lynch was very relieved that after being out for so long, he finally had the treatment of being the protagonist.

He slowly picked up the handkerchief beside him, and wiped off the oil on his hands and mouth again.

At this time, all the nobles had stood up, bowed towards Lynch, and begged for forgiveness.

Lynch's subordinates were on edge, and their anger was on the verge of breaking out.

Lynch stood up, raised his hand slightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a child, don't be nervous, it's nothing, what bad thoughts can a child have?"

Hearing this, everyone's nervousness eased a little.

"Thank you Mr. One."

Just when Wheeler raised his head and was about to say something, he found that Lynch, who was sitting on the main seat, had left his seat and was slowly walking towards the position of the little king
Wheeler's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly wiped off his cold sweat.

I saw that Lynch had already squatted in front of the little king.

"Wow, what are you weirdo doing? Don't come here!"

The little king yelled in horror again, obviously the lingering shock was still there.

Everyone heard the words, and the atmosphere solidified again.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

Lynch shook his hand slightly back, letting everyone breathe a sigh of relief again.

"You said, you want to crucify me? And you say I'm a weirdo with white hair?" Lynch narrowed his eyes and asked curiously towards the little king.

This statement came out.

The hearts of the nobles who had just relaxed were raised again, and they found that they could not understand Lynch's mind.

Is this anger, or not anger?
I thought to myself, why don't I just kill the king?
Otherwise, it would be scary to keep saying it's okay and bring up the old things again.

"I didn't!!"

The little king shrank his head, screamed, and denied it.

With a gentle smile on his face, Lynch continued: "I think your punishment is too simple, you should hang me up, then use a knife to cut my flesh one by one, and stuff the meat into my mouth , let me produce and sell it myself. Then let the priest heal my wound and cut it again."

"I don't want to listen, you don't tell me this!!!"

The little king's face was pale, and he was already imagining the terrible punishments that Lynch said in his mind, covering his ears and screaming.

However, covering your ears is useless.

Lynch pulled his hand away viciously, and continued: "There are also buttocks cut, roasted on fire, pulled out his hair one by one, and cut his stomach open."

Lynch did not intend to give up at all, seeing the little king's increasingly frightened face, he continued to speak.

The complexions of some nobles present who had not experienced torture also turned pale, and those who had experienced torture also averted their eyes.

Even Lynch's subordinates swallowed uncontrollably.

Only Penny had a tinge of blood on her skinny and pale face, and her skeleton-like body writhed.

She had taken up an intelligence agency role and was interested in these sentences.

"Eh? Did you faint?"

After a long time, Lynch frowned and covered his nose.

The little king rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground.His body was covered with sweat, and his pants were even wet with excrement and urine.

Everyone in the hall wiped off their cold sweat when they heard the words.

Still, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Because in any case, it is not a good thing for the king to die in the land of divine grace.

Looking at the fainted little king, no one felt pity.

This is a king with the potential of a 'tyrant'. It is not a pity to die, he just fainted, which is a bit cheap for him.

"Thanks to Mr. No. [-], the Kingdom of Clay is deeply sorry for the king's offense. For this reason, on behalf of the Kingdom of Clay, I would like to express my apologies to you again!"

Wheeler let out a long breath and bowed to Lynch again.

"And, on behalf of the royal family, I would like to thank Mr. No. [-] for teaching His Majesty the King. His Majesty is still young, and I believe that His Majesty can become a qualified king under Mr. No. [-]'s teaching!"

He and the noble also bowed to Lynch.

Lynch shook his hand indifferently, looked at the sledgehammer beside him, and patted the sledgehammer on the shoulder: "Bring some water and splash him awake, I haven't played enough yet."

Sledgehammer:? ? ?
Nobles: ? ? ?

Subordinates:? ? ?

Lynch squatted down again.

Children are the most interesting, and I like children the most.

A meeting, that's it.

The little king is 'growing up' under Lynch's 'teaching'.

The great nobles said their farewell full of thoughts and returned to their residences.

In a room of the castle, the nobles were having a small meeting.

"Everyone, what do you think of what just happened?"

Wheeler glanced around at the nobles and asked with a frown.

The nobles looked at each other.

In the end, Sam replied with a low voice: "Your Majesty, our little king, shouldn't be a king. I think, Grand Duke Wheeler, your choice is a little thoughtless. The fat man who was in office has other heirs, little king If you die of illness, it will be too late for another king."

He and the nobles nodded after hearing the words.

This little king's majesty is too scary. What he said today almost didn't kill them all.

Look at that berserker just now, he almost went berserk!

"No, we don't have time. Land of Grace asked us to keep His Majesty the King as a hostage, which means that they are likely to make a big move within the next two years. If we replace a baby as a hostage , then it will have no effect." Wheeler frowned and said, "I have a bold guess that the Land of Divine Grace is so eager to train His Majesty into a puppet, and it is very likely that it wants to assist Clay in the chaos of the mainland. The Kingdom of Iraq rules the world."

"what?!!"

Hearing this, all the nobles except Sam exclaimed.

They weighed the pros and cons at this moment, and soon their faces showed joy.

That means, they can open up a bigger territory!
"I believe everyone knows that the previous His Majesty the King was an idiot who only listened to me. But now, another His Majesty the King has just changed his master. There is no loss for you, is there?"

A smile formed at the corners of Wheeler's mouth.

The nobles nodded like pecking rice again.

Wheeler's words were frighteningly straightforward, but how could the nobles not know these routines?
The king and everything else are fake, just a way of ignoring the common people and maintaining the functioning of society.

As for who will be the master and who will be the boss behind the scenes, that's all the boss's business.

Nobles, as long as you follow the right people, then gain benefits, and keep your family running for a long time, that's enough.

Moreover, the nobles heard another meaning from Wheeler's words.

I'm afraid that from now on, the world of Clay Kingdom will change!