"Drug trafficking is so hated that public opinion is completely one-sided, and those politicians will just quickly dissociate themselves.

There are a lot of people staring at their position, and if someone makes a mistake, they will be replaced immediately. ”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Wren whispered in Kesha's ear.

The power structure of this world is a bit special, and a transcendent person is very capable of fighting, which does not mean that he is good at management and governance.

Therefore, many civil servants, administrative talents, managerial talents, etc., are generally not very strong in their own strength, but they are often some related households.

For example, in an aristocratic family, the head of the family is not necessarily the strongest, and the power may not be the greatest, but he must be very good at management and management.

And powerful transcendents are often the foundation and support of a family or a force, and their power is actually greater, but they may not necessarily directly manage the family.

Because the power belongs to itself, even if the transcendent is not the head of the family, he is not very afraid of being overshadowed by the clansmen.

By analogy, this relationship is like that between a chairman and a professional manager.

Wren handed over the Thorn Security Company to Higg and Jenny to manage, as long as he was strong enough and didn't worry about being turned against him.

Keisha didn't answer, just shifted her body and leaned lazily into his arms, feeling the sound of his heart beating.

Gradually, she fell asleep, she was very beautiful in her sleep, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and Wren couldn't help but be intoxicated as he gazed at her stunning face close at hand.

Soon, after two days, after participating in the activities of the Dawn Club, he will take her on a trip and become her man in the way of the Norman Empire.

…………

The world does not revolve around anyone, something is handled in a low-key manner, but now, after all, people are aware of it.

"In fact, history is never just history, history is a vivid reality, it is not only the coordinates of the past, but also the direction of the future.

The reason why we read the past is not because we love to think about things that have been frozen, but because people in the past have been excited, dull, sad, and happy like us...... Because they have a relationship with us that is linked to destiny. ”

In a quiet garden in Bushen City, Olfurt District, a silver-haired young man stands under a pergola covered with wisteria, holding a book and reciting.

The sun shone on his long flowing silver hair, and his plump and handsome face looked a little unreal.

"Lord Alves, it is already certain that Duke Frank and Marquis of Kuro have returned to the arms of the Mother of Darkness."

The Marquis of Gary, dressed in a black tuxedo, hurried into the garden, bowed slightly to the silver-haired young man, and spoke quickly.

Alves frowned, closed the book in his hand, pondered for a while, and said, "In other words, they failed to pass on the news to Prince Miro. ”

"Maybe it may have leaked, and we have to do something about it." Marquis Gary said with a serious expression and meticulously.

"Do you know the cause of their death?" Alves asked.

Marquis Gary frowned, lowered his head and said with a little self-reproach: "My subordinates are incompetent, I haven't heard any useful news, do you need to send someone to go again?" ”

He didn't understand how Kulo's illusion ability and Frank's great strength could have died quietly.

"No need, I've been arraigned, the plan has changed." Alves shook his head and put down the book.

He didn't want to get too involved in these things, but he was in the game, and he was in troubled times, so he didn't have much choice.

"I'll go out, don't act rashly, it's business as usual." With a command, Alves walked out of the garden.

Marquis Gary was startled, and just as he was about to say something, Alves had disappeared in front of his eyes like a phantom, leaving only a book on the stone table.

After being silent for a long time, picking up this book of "The Afterglow of History", Marquis Gary sighed: "The world is vast, the years are long, and we are so small.

There is no kind of life that is not a miracle, but we are always torn between destroying and being destroyed. ”

He knew that Alves had no ambitions, and he didn't like killing, he just wanted to live a simple and ordinary life.

If he was just an ordinary Grand Duke of the Demon Race, he might be able to live in seclusion, but Alves, as the "Prince of the Abyss", has received too much attention and expectations from the monarch.

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On the eastern border of the French Roland, this is a grassland, which is too remote and sparsely populated, and only a few herders raise cattle and sheep here.

An asphalt road running through it seemed to stretch to the end of the sky, and on the horizon, the fiery red sunset burned.

On both sides of the road, there are verdant dogtooth roots, knotweeds, teffs, etc., and a slender figure walks on the grassland.

His speed was fast, as if he had blended into the breeze, and the afterimages flashed away, like ghosts.

Finally, he stopped in front of a deserted tent skeleton, and his long flowing silver hair fell with him.

"Nicole, long time no see." Alves's voice is magnetic, like an old ballad, giving people a sense of vicissitudes.

In front of him, stood a tall beauty with a delicate face and brownish-red hair.

"I thought you weren't coming." Crimson Grand Duke Tryna Nicole looked at him and said slowly.

Her voice was like a cold rain falling on a winter day, just like her noble and cold temperament.

Alves shook his head slightly and said, "Nicole, I'm sorry, I'm late."

For many years, you are still dressed as an old blood woman, and I suggest you change your look, which is not conducive to hiding your identity. ”

Trena was wearing a black tight-fitting leather coat and a pure black leather cloak, and her whole person bloomed like a black rose.

The long hem of the cloak flutters in the wind, and the vaguely visible posture is concave and convex, and the curves are written wantonly.

She is beautiful, reaching heights that are difficult for ordinary humans to achieve, because it is not a mere advantage of appearance.

This is a kind of accumulation that has existed for thousands of years and has been active for hundreds of years, and it is a fatal elegance bred by a long time.

"I'm afraid it's been too long, otherwise the queen won't recognize me when she returns." Trena's red lips opened slightly, and she murmured softly.

Alves was silent, he had known Nicole many years ago, and he had also met the peerless Blood Queen.

But more than 500 years ago, the supreme seal belonging to the queen was dimmed, and it has not been restored to its original state, only that she has not fallen, but has just disappeared, but no one knows what happened.

"Can you summon the queen back?" Alves asked, she had been the Queen's lady-in-waiting, maybe there was a way.

Terena replied with a blank face; "No, I'm waiting."

Alves didn't ask any more questions, stretched out his palm, and a white flame-like jade pendant spun slightly.

"Then I can only wake up another Supreme Majesty."