A night of heavy rain has made the whole world look new, and if you don't care about the wet dust that settles down on the corners of the road, the whole imperial capital can be said to be completely new. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At about half past nine o'clock in the morning, the nobles left their homes to perform their duties in various carriages or horses. In this world, being a "civil servant" is so leisurely, enjoying unparalleled privileges, and can legally grab amazing wealth, but there are not too many things, no wonder everyone wants to become a nobleman.

Located in the northwest corner of the Golden Circle, the First Confidential Section of the Archives Department is a classical building remnants of the Holy Empire. It is not to praise its majesty and magnificence, nor to praise its grandeur, nor because it has any historical traces that the public does not understand, but purely because of its brokenness and oldness.

This building is said to have been one of the three repositories of the Holy Empire during the Holy Empire, when education was monopolized by the aristocracy, and even the minor nobles did not have the right to education. The three stacks represent not only culture and knowledge, but also a long-standing heritage. In the aftermath of the war, Orlando I built a new palace on the ruins of the Holy Empire, a library that had not collapsed due to the war, and after the arrival and departure of several departments, it belonged to the Archives Department.

The interior is high enough to be designed to store books, and it doesn't need to change the structure of the archives at this point. Although this building is the most suitable for the Archives Department, it is also the most dilapidated, and temporary passers-by are unwilling to pay for the repair of this building that must not belong to them, and the Archives Department is a well-known Shimizu Yamen, even if you want to spend money to repair it, there is no extra money.

So it's classical, really just to show the concept of old and broken.

Wren had come in a carriage, and the golden wreath of thorns had been unimpeded all the way, and the carriages and knights on the road had only glanced at it and moved out of the way. Regardless of whether Wren now occupies a powerful position, or whether he is down-and-out or not, the golden aristocracy is the golden aristocracy, and no one can change the fact. Even if he is just a beggar, these powerful nobles must make way for him.

A rigid class system is one of the most important factors in maintaining rule, and it is also the rule that cannot be broken.

When the carriage slowly stopped outside the gate of the archives department, which was jokingly called the "old library", the first confidential section of the department greeted them one after another.

Looking at the seven people who hurried down the steps, Wren could only keep himself silent, they were old, young and young, either with an irritable face that seemed perfunctory, or a flattering look of flattery, and even bent down early.

The car door slowly pushed open, and he jumped down holding on to the armrest on the door, and Wren sorted out his clothes. He changed into a dark gray tusette today, lined with a dark brown shirt and a flower collar that wrapped around his chin, making his skin look three points whiter. His hair was meticulously parted and smeared with a layer of wax, so that the flies could not stand. On the tip of the white rhinoceros leather pointy scalp boots, there is a small rhinoceros horn tip that is more than an inch long. Coupled with the fact that he wore a full range of jewelry, the whole person exuded a kind of luxury.

"Your Excellency!", the first to lean over was a middle-aged man who looked to be only about forty years old, and he looked so well maintained that it was impossible to guess his exact age from his appearance. His face is square, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he has a sense of sight. However, the smile on his face spoiled this feeling, and instead gave people a very slippery impression. He was dressed in a straight formal suit, without a badge, not a nobleman, although he also wore some jewelry, but the grade was not high.

"I'm Nietzsche, the chief clerk of the First Confidential Section, and I'm glad that a big man like you can lead us, it's an honor for the First Confidential Section, and it's my honor. He stretched out his hands, bent his waist, and looked flattering, not caring at all that his colleagues were behind him.

Wren understands such people very well, he once had such a colleague, and the years have smoothed the edges and corners of these people, so that they can suddenly wake up. Knowledge and ability can never compare with birth and status. Even if they are enough to create something that destroys the world, as long as they don't have power and status, they are mud outside the toilet that anyone can step on.

Wren stretched out his hand reservedly, and Nietzsche immediately caught up with Wren's right hand and shook it tightly with just the right amount of power, showing his enthusiasm without exerting too much force to displease Wren. He also let go after a few seconds, and stood aside with a low brow, taking the initiative to introduce Wren to the rest of his colleagues.

Wren glanced at him, keeping the man in his heart. It is not his talent that is used to employ people, but his consciousness and execution to climb up. Knowing that there is a cliff in front of him, he orders the knowledgeable and conscious people to jump down separately, and the former may not dare to jump, because he is smart enough to weigh the pros and cons and analyze the gains and losses. If he jumps and dies, he will give everything but nothing in return, so he will back down.

But the latter, if you tell him, he may also think about what it would be like to jump, but he can jump with his eyes closed. Anyway, I am single, what do I want, but maybe my life will change dramatically?

Borson was conscious, but not determined, so he was eliminated.

"This is the beauty of our confidential department, Lady Claire, and she was the only female student to successfully graduate from the Royal Academy of the Imperial Capital four years ago. The second one who came over was a petite woman, who looked to be only in her early twenties, a Desi woman, who had the characteristics of a Desi woman who did not look old. She smiled slightly, showed her white teeth, stretched out a hand and shook Wren's hand, and immediately let go.

Wren looked up and down, and he already had a score in his heart. This is like a doctoral student at Tsinghua University in the 80s, who was assigned to work as a gardener in the Garden Bureau after graduation. If you don't offend people, you are stupid in reading.

"Glad to meet you, Your Excellency. The girl looks quite young, and she belongs to the transition period from a girl to a young woman, and her body still has traces of youth, but her temperament is already somewhat mature. Many people will like such a woman, who is neither young nor overripe.

Wren nodded, and Claire took the initiative to stand aside, her hands wringing and drooping naturally, and there was a spring breeze in the style.

The third man was a young man in his twenties, quite handsome, and his golden hair added another point to his appearance. Just like many people like blonde Desi women, there are also many women who like blonde Desi men, Nietzsche didn't have time to introduce Wren, he pulled the corners of his clothes, put his feet together, and bowed slightly to Wren, "Hello, Your Excellency the Count, I'm Leno Trick, I'm glad to meet you on such a day, I hope we can get along happily in the future." If you have any instructions, you can just leave it to me. ”

Hidden in the pride of the young man, everyone shook hands, and he had to bow to show his unique identity and status, hoping to attract Wren's attention. This is a young man with ideas, but I don't know what his ability is, whether he has the determination and consciousness to let go of everything. Wren leaned forward slightly, as a return gift, "I'm also glad to meet you...... Trick, is it Viscount Sarin?"

The young man immediately showed a slightly surprised look and nodded repeatedly, "Do you know my uncle too?"

"We've met a few times, but there's no further friendship. Ren knew this person, he had "seen" once before, Sha Lin was like a drop of water in the sea in the imperial capital, without any distinctiveness and protrusion, his existence was only one of the tens of thousands of small people in the imperial capital, and he couldn't even talk about representativeness.

Leno stood opposite Nietzsche and Claire, he always maintained a different personality like this, Nietzsche had a trace of disdain in his eyes, but there was no change in his face, and he even nodded to Lanono to show his closeness.

The next few are all face-painted characters, and none of them seem to have any distinct personalities, as if they have coped with things, and they have no hope for themselves, life and the future. There are not a few such people, especially in a place like the Archives Department that can make people moldy, they haven't learned to flatter, they haven't learned to look at themselves, they are still complaining about the injustices of God, and they can't save face.

Such a person Wren is also not interested in knowing more.

A person is standing above the line of death, and before he wants someone else to save him, he must first save himself.

There is not even a little desire to perform, and Wren naturally will not take the initiative to take care of them. Since they are willing to be bonsai, it is better to continue to be bonsai, and opportunities are often only given to those who are prepared and motivated to create opportunities.

When the last man stood in front of Wren, Wren realized that this person was different from everyone else. Whether it's Nietzsche, Leno or those zombie faces, they all behave normally, but this one behaves very differently, he seems to hate Wren very much, even if he introduces himself, he is very impatient, "My name is Huff, an ordinary person." He didn't even have the desire to shake hands, so he took the initiative to stand behind the crowd.

Wren looked at him a few more times and made a note of the man.

He clapped his hands, "Okay, I already know everyone, so please go back to your posts." He looked at Nietzsche, who looked expectantly, and bowed slightly, "Mr. Nietzsche, please take me around, and by the way, tell me what I need to be responsible for on weekdays." ”

Nietzsche was ecstatic and bent down deeply, "It's an honor!"