The weather is getting colder and colder, and the winter in the imperial capital is not easy, compared to the warm winter in the south, it is much colder here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoCompared to the dry and cold north, it is much more humid here. The cold water vapor is like an all-pervasive devil, always eroding the body's warm line of defense. Pedestrians on the road are all rolled up in their clothes, bent over with their heads bowed, and their steps are hurried, unwilling to stop too much outside.

Bethel took off his coat and handed it into the hands of the butler. Although the Ministry of State Security was overshadowed by a series of news from the Imperial Parliament during this time, work is work, not for big news. The interrogation has almost ended, and everyone's confessions have formed a network of evidence that intersects and influences each other, and as long as anyone is involved, no one can escape. With the new authority of the Ministry of Security, a marginal figure like Bethel suddenly reappeared on the periphery of the political inner circle, and daily social activities increased.

He had just returned from a ball, and the prom organizer had invited him not to ask him to do anything, but to make a connection. The lethality of the Ministry of State Security is too strong, and if it is involved in something that "affects national security", there is also a way to give gifts.

Gift-giving is a very deep science, some people think it is simple, in fact, there are many doorways inside, and the most important thing is to be familiar. The face is unfamiliar, maybe you can't even enter the door with something, and only if you have communicated with each other once or twice, you will have a chance to enter the door.

The constant socializing made Bethel physically tired, but extremely energetic. An idle official who sat on a cold bench and raised fish in a pool suddenly became a popular candidate in social circles, which greatly satisfied Bethel's obsession with power and vanity.

Vanity is a terrible thing, you don't have it but you want to compete with others, and if you have, you want to be a head taller than everyone else. In the face of all the flattery, Bethel himself was unaware of it, and he began to swell a little.

The butler took the trench coat and shook it, and hung it on the hanger, he lowered his head, his expression was serious and serious, "Master, I received four greetings and nine invitations in the evening, please take a look." He lifted a tray from the cabinet beside him, the tray was trimmed with gold, and there was a red flannel cloth on the plate, and eleven posts lay quietly on the flannel. On the front of each post were different family emblems and clay prints, and he glanced at them, fiddled with them a few times, and selected three.

In the past, he would never have dared to miss anyone's request, and he would have been afraid to go to a banquet or meet with some people, but now, he must hold up his reserve and a little arrogance. He is no longer the inconspicuous gardener aristocrat, but a minister with great power and great lethality.

"The others helped me go back, be polite, and don't make a bad impression. Tell them that I've been busy lately, and I'm sorry I can't make it, and I'll reach out to them later. Bethel changed into a pair of lighter and looser shoes and walked towards the house, "Has the Earl of Wren sent any news in the past two days?"

The butler shook his head after a pause, "I'm very sorry sir, Count Wren didn't send any news. ”

Bethel's face was not filled with joy or anger, and he nodded noncommittally, "If Earl Wren comes or sends any news, remember to inform me immediately." ”

"Yes......"

What is Wren doing, Bethel obviously knows better than the housekeeper, Twright's matter is very big, and there is naturally a noble group behind it, wanting to make the royal family ugly. This matter is interspersed with the shadow of Wren, and those who are excluded from the political inner circle of the imperial capital may not be able to understand it, but people like Bethel, who are already on the periphery of the inner circle and are considered to have stepped in front of him, can see it very clearly.

Wren is going to do something big!

Being a marginal man and gardener for so many years does not mean that Bethel cares nothing about politics, on the contrary, he, like many nobles who are not reused, has an inexplicable fanaticism about politics. Twright, Bowen, Sarcomo, behind this series of events there is a faint shadow of Rennes, and naturally these things have an inseparable relationship with Rennes. The Ministry of State Security inherited the legacy of the Archives Department and had access to many records and archives, and when the news of Bowen's assassination of Twright broke, Bethel went to the Royal Prison in person and reviewed the records of a month or so before the incident, in which Wren's name was found.

In this way, Bowen is also Wren's man. Why did Wren let Bowen assassinate Twright? Could it be because of the disagreement between Twright and Bowen that Wren wanted to kill him? It shouldn't be, Twright had been desperately advocating the theory of civil rights and the rise of the nation outside before he was arrested, and there could be no contradiction between him and Wren, at least not for a short time.

Just after racking his brains and thinking about many possibilities that he could veto, he finally understood that the purpose of Bowen's assassination of Terright was to take advantage of the opposing positions between the nobility and the royal family, force the royal family to release Terlet, and at the same time exacerbate the contradictions between the nobility and the royal family. This is the guess that Bethel deduces, just like many times when people guess a person, they will always subconsciously infer a person's behavior with the worst purpose.

A thief steals a loaf of bread, and people assume that he is trying to fill his stomach, but it is not surmising that the thief steals the bread to help the lonely elderly and orphans who have lost their source of livelihood. This is human nature, the essence of ugliness in the bones!

As soon as he raised his eyes to see that the study was close at hand, Potter glanced at the butler, "Send me a pot of green tea." ”

Green tea is also something that Bethel has only come into contact with during this time, and Wren's love of drinking green tea is not a private news in the Ministry of State Security, many people know it, and many people have tried it. But I have to say that this thing is not acceptable to everyone, even Nietzsche's dog legs, drinking green tea is like killing him.

This discomfort has something to do with the eating habits of the aristocracy, who prefer sweeter and fuller flavors, and jerky green tea is not their favorite.

Bethel began to experiment with green tea, which was also associated with his status as a gardener, and sometimes he would chew on the rhizomes of a certain plant, both bitter and sweet, like those of the inferior, and he was obviously more receptive to bitter tastes. The sweetness of green tea is also something he began to be fascinated by, and the mellow aroma after this bitterness makes him want to stop.

He sat behind his desk, staring at the few papers waiting for him to read on the table, and was stunned thoughtfully.

He didn't like Wren.

At least not as respectful and liking Wren as he appears, for many reasons, such as Wren's power in the Ministry of National Security, and even his minister has to look at Wren's face many times. For example, what his wife said to him may really play a special role, making his mentality begin to be unbalanced.

Everyone wants their words to be finalized and undoubtedly carried out and enforced. As long as Wren exists for one day, in the Ministry of National Security, he Bethel will always be the number two person, and he will never be the one who can call the shots.

When he has no power, he has no desire to fight for power and profit, and is willing to be silent in the world of flowers and plants. When he had power, his inner world was turbulent.

There is such a thing as power...... That's great!

He sat back in his chair without a figure, completely relaxed, looking up at the ceiling.

There is a saying among the Desi people that those who have not tasted hunger will never know the preciousness of food.

The flattery of the magnates, the flattery of the merchants, and the seeming seduction of the women, all of which made Bethel intoxicated. He loved this kind of life, surrounded by people in the middle, like the sun in the sky, and everyone revolved around him.

Rennes!

Bethel said the name in his mouth, and something dangerous grew in his heart.

I'm the Minister of Security!

He let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with complexity.

The fragrance of green tea brought Bethel back from his trance, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, glanced at the inexplicable butler with palpitations, and shook his hand to let him out. The door was gently closed, and Bethel took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head, he was almost tempted by the devil to a point of no return.

Is Wren an ordinary person?

He is a golden nobleman, and he has too many advantages congenitally, look at who is wrestling with him, Her Majesty the Empress of the Empire, the noble group, and the great nobles of the empire ....... He Bethel is just a small earl, a marginal man who doesn't have many connections and power, why should he wrestle with Wren?

Power is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing.

Bethel took a sip of the hot tea soup from his teacup, and a hot breath ran down his throat and into his abdomen, making his body warm. Under the lowered eyelids, in the depths of his eyes, there was a complex glow.

The next day, Bethel's carriage was just holding up, and he got out of the carriage with a pause. In the area where the carriage is parked on the side, the striking carriage is quietly parked, the golden brambles radiating a mesmerizing sheen.

Wren is coming?

During this time, Wren rarely appeared at the Ministry of National Security, which is why Bethel was surprised.

He went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of Wren's office, and an invitation came from inside, and Bethel pushed the door in.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows let in the light from the outside without any loss, and this natural light is much softer and warmer than the light provided by the lighting.

Wren glanced up and smiled, "Is there anything important that Your Excellency is here so early?"