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The distance between Bethel and Wren was short, short enough for him to analyze something. There is no shortage of intelligence in this world, what is lacking is intelligent people who are independent of the outside. Aren't Empress Pars smart? Isn't Prime Minister Gamwen smart? Why can't they guess what Wren wants? It's not that they can't guess, it's that the immediate interests cover their eyes. People are creatures who seek good fortune and avoid evil, and they know that taking a shortcut may lead to some trouble and danger in the future, but at least for the time being, taking a shortcut is beneficial to themselves and can shorten the distance.

As for the future, there will naturally be a solution at that time.

This is also one of the disadvantages of smart people, because smart people always think that they are omnipotent and invincible.

Bethel guessed some of Wren's thoughts through some details, but so what? He wasn't Wren, he wasn't a gold nobleman, and even if he knew, what would he do to Wren?

Just like now, one wrong step will face the wrath of thunder.

Wren didn't have a complete idea of how to deal with Bethel, and he had left Bethel in order to attract artillery fire, and it was clear that this had succeeded. As the Minister of National Security, Bethel helped Wren attract a lot of firepower during this time. Attacks from public opinion, pressure from the aristocracy, at least this target has done what he should have done. But now this target obviously doesn't want to make another target, which makes Wren hesitate a little.

Dealing with Bethel was easy, and it wasn't difficult to find a random opportunity to send him to heaven. The difficulty is that after Bethel disappears, who will be the new target?

This was definitely not a good idea, and he set off a round of political change, which also meant that the ruling power of the aristocracy would be reduced, and the opinion of the people and the status of mainstream values would be raised. Previously, the opinions of the people could not affect a nobleman in any way, but when these ordinary people entered the Imperial Council, many variables were added. Wren gives them a chance to speak, and they, in turn, will use that opportunity to cause trouble for Wren.

It may seem like a stupid thing to do, but it's an integral part of Wren's much larger and more elaborate plan.

Therefore, there must be a wall between him and public opinion and mainstream values to block attacks and slander from all directions.

"Your daughter is lovely. When Wren said this with a smile, his emotions and psychological fluctuations were very calm. He is like a veteran "politician", shamelessness, meanness, and obscenity have become his best and favorite means. To clamp down on a character, you have to hold on to his vital point, of course, this is a very ugly thing, because even if you win, you will not win above board. But then again, politicians are never above board.

The expression on Bethel's face froze suddenly, and his hand holding the teacup shook, and the teacup shook, and the hot tea turned out and spilled on his hand. His arm shrank sharply, shook it vigorously, and squeezed out an ugly smile on the back of his reddened hand, "Yes, she's cute." ”

He, and she, are two different words in the lingua franca, and the pronunciation is also different.

"He?", Wren corrected Bethel's pronunciation error, "your idea is peculiar, but it is a very interesting way. Many people may know that you have three children, two boys and one girl, and they only see two, and even guess that you only have two children. Wren was as terrible as a devil in Bethel's eyes at this time, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, but Wren continued: "Can you tell me that you raised boys as girls to prevent your wife from being killed in a fit of rage?"

Yes, Bethel's daughter is actually a boy, which is a secret that only a few people know at the moment. In fact, Bethel and the woman had been in a state of fearful fear ever since they gave birth to two boys. His greatest wealth was not material money or unseen connections, but his title. The Count is also a viscount, and the title of viscount is enough to sell for a very high price.

This is something that cannot be measured by wealth, and he has no heirs to inherit the title from his original wife, which means that the title will eventually pass to his wife, and the extra illegitimate children are absolutely unbearable for his wife. In fact, Wren could more or less guess some of the thoughts of that vicious woman. If there were no heirs, if Bethel had a small accident and some means of manipulation, the title would eventually fall on her.

It's definitely a big deal for her family!

Then Bethel's illegitimate son became the greatest sin. It is impossible to do so without the elimination of these sins.

In order to protect his youngest son, at least one in danger, Bethel raised his youngest son as a girl. Girls are far less threatening to the title than boys, after all, girls still have to marry in the end, and the Privy Council or the Council will let an illegitimate son inherit the title of Bethel in the face of the heir, but it will never let an illegitimate daughter tarnish the nobility of the title.

He can at least protect one child from his surname from being completely wiped out in the long river of history.

"You are a wise man, Lord Count. Wren picked up a delicate towel and wiped the tea on the table, "Smart people know how to choose what is good for them, don't you think?"

Bethel was silent for a moment, then looked up at Wren, "Do you want my allegiance?"

Allegiance is not just a verbal promise, but a very sacred ritual. In this world, rituals are often endowed with sacrosanct power, and the existence of rituals limits the deception of lies to the greatest extent. When Orlando I stood up to challenge the Holy Empire, the sacred covenant promised has been carried out to this day, and the golden aristocracy has established a higher ruling class above the secular ruling class.

Even if the Empress of Pars, or the Orlando family, no matter how much power is gathered, it must take care of the face of the golden nobles, which is the restraint brought by the ceremony. In a society that values blood, lineage, birth, and rituals, the nobility's allegiance is unreserved, and as long as he swears allegiance to Wren, he, and his descendants, must uphold this promise until Wren expels him, even if his descendants become commoners.

Wren straightened his back and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

Yes, a pack of cigarettes.

Cigarettes, tea, and newspapers were the most dear things in his thirty years of life, closer than his wife and children. It is impossible for his wife and children to accompany him through every minute and second of desperate time, but these three things can. When he arrived, he asked the tobacco merchants under Sarcomo to find a way to restore cigarettes instead of smoking them with heavy pipes, and he eventually made significant progress.

The special paper that does not have cigarettes here either has a peculiar smell after combustion, or burns too fast to hold the tobacco. Fortunately, a craftsman came up with a brilliant idea, he used a planer to dig out a piece of wood as thin as a cicada's wing, and used this wood chip to roll the smoke bricks of Dragon Island, and obtained a very unexpected effect. So cigarettes also came into being, the wood used for this kind of cigarettes is still dragon's blood, dragon's blood itself has a strange fragrance after being nourished by dragon's blood, after burning, this fragrance and Longdao smoke bricks are mixed into a completely different fragrance, which lingers for a long time and enters people's hearts.

The cost is naturally extremely expensive, but for the nobles, they don't look at this amount of money yet. At present, the cigarettes are actively preparing for sale, and once they are put on sale, they will inevitably bring great profits to Rennes - you must know that 60% of the Dragon Island tobacco bricks on the market come from Ortlenburg, and this business is almost monopolized by Rennes.

Lighting the cigarette, Wren stood up, standing three meters away from Bethel, holding the cigarette in one hand, and hanging naturally on his waist with the other, his straight spine making his figure extraordinarily straight. He raised his head, looked at Bethel out of the corner of his eye, opened his mouth and let out a puff of smoke, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance.

There was a fierce struggle between two thoughts in Bethel's heart, and as an earl, he also had his pride and dignity. He can be in the same league as the aristocracy, but if he is completely submissive and loyal to someone, his face will burn like the tea soup that burned the back of his hand before.

Something called shame was spreading in his mind, and he had an urge to give Wren a blow, knock him down, step on his head and ask him how he dared to do this to a nobleman. But he could only think about it, unless he didn't want to live anymore.

Wren's legend is not a private story, but a real one, and his atrocities are a household name to the nobles of the imperial capital.

Butcher, executioner, killer!

The Jingguan outside the Salmei Mountains is still intimidating everyone, tens of thousands of souls outside Balatan are still crying, and the grassland land in Bell Province is still black and red, and people like him must not be treated with common sense.

After much hesitation, Bethel took a deep breath, walked over to Wren and half-knelt in front of him, and lowered his proud head, his face was extremely ugly, but he could not refuse the admonition of reason.

"I, in the name of my ancestors, I, and my descendants, will be loyal to you for generations to come, heirs of the great House of Alcania......", with a cold choked voice, shame, shame, anger, unwillingness, remorse, hatred, disgust, hatred, and hatred in my voice...... , as well as surrender!