Ludwig the Usurper: Or How to Build an Empire from Scratch!
6 hrs. 50 min.
Description
Crouched against a roadside stone alone standing at a crossroads of two forest paths, panting hard and looking back, I ponder my not-so-distant past. Too much has happened in the last few hours: betrayal by colleagues, a blow to the back of the head, an attempt to force me to dig my own grave—and after that, this ridiculous escape too...
How many times have I been betrayed... Tried to poison me at lunch, to stab me in my sleep, or to put a bullet in my head at yet another banquet.
But no matter how hard the competitors tried, I always made it through...
“Like right now,” — I’d like to say, but no. The back of my head was bleeding; I felt pain and smelled something; I heard the foliage rustling in the wind, and I could clearly see a squad of weirdos frozen behind me, with spheres floating around them, glaring at me through their visors—cavalry clad in iron no worse than Tony Stark. So they did get me after all...
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I looked again at my hand, drenched in blood, and realized I’d been hit.
The book contains profanity!
How many times have I been betrayed... Tried to poison me at lunch, to stab me in my sleep, or to put a bullet in my head at yet another banquet.
But no matter how hard the competitors tried, I always made it through...
“Like right now,” — I’d like to say, but no. The back of my head was bleeding; I felt pain and smelled something; I heard the foliage rustling in the wind, and I could clearly see a squad of weirdos frozen behind me, with spheres floating around them, glaring at me through their visors—cavalry clad in iron no worse than Tony Stark. So they did get me after all...
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I looked again at my hand, drenched in blood, and realized I’d been hit.
The book contains profanity!
