The train slowly pulled into the platform of the imperial capital, and when the crowd dispersed, several employees in station uniforms carried out a huge wooden box from a carriage in front. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info wooden box is one meter long and wide, and two meters high, with more than a dozen wooden planks used to strengthen the structure. At the bottom of the wooden box, there are two rows of ventilation holes, which vaguely make people wonder if there are any dangerous animals inside.

This kind of speculation is normal, and there are always some nobles in the imperial capital who like to raise some dangerous animals to prove their courage and strength. This hobby is so commonplace, so common that even civilians are accustomed to it. As long as the contents don't escape, no one will care about what's inside.

Niccolò had changed into a dark blue station staff uniform, pushing the box towards the freight aisle of the station, surrounded by five or six people who were also in uniform, and a few people who were further away, who faintly surrounded Niccolò and the box in the middle.

Although they knew that the mission of their trip was unlikely to be known to others, they maintained the highest vigilance.

As soon as they entered the freight passage, after the eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the passage in a very short time, a huge carriage that required three horses appeared in front of them. The men carried the boxes to the carriage and covered it with canvas, and the coachman of the carriage grinned, nodded to the crowd, pulled the reins, and whipped the whip, and the carriage moved slowly.

The next thing has nothing to do with Niccolò's team, and the only thing they need to do now is to write the mission report as soon as possible.

This is one of the routine tasks, and everyone must sort out the entire process of the task including the details from their own point of view and perspective, and finally hand it over to Shangfeng. The reports then cover up key areas and then pass them on to the clerical staff in the old library for post-mission review and approval. If there are no irregularities during the mission, the documents end up together, sealed in a file bag, stuffed into a cabinet full of similar file bags, and sent to the cellar of the old library to be locked.

Maybe in the next ten, decades, or even centuries, this box will be taken out and a small part of it will be made public.

But in a short period of time, everything they do will remain a mystery.

The carriage slowly moved slowly on the streets of the imperial capital, and it seemed that no one paid attention to the carriage, but in fact, on the streets, on both sides of the street, there were people secretly guarding the carriage, after all, the things in the carriage were too amazing, and Wren would not let the carriage have a little accident. Even Hugo, dressed in a brand-new parliamentarian's outfit and carrying a small cup, sat in an open-air tea house on the side of the street sipping the newly arrived flower tea.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, bypassing the outer town and entering the gates of the Alcanian estate from the First Avenue. When the guards removed the wooden boxes from the wagon, the coachman untied the three horses that had pulled the carriage and dismantled it into several large assemblies, and rode away on one of the horses.

If it weren't for the people who had been paying attention to the carriage, they would never have found the slightest trace of the carriage's existence. As for eyewitnesses...... This kind of thing never appears in an inquiry meeting against the great nobles.

The wooden crates were moved into the underground cells of the manor, and the nobles liked to dig all kinds of holes in their manor to satisfy their various hobbies.

The dungeon is dug by every nobleman, and there are always many enemies of the nobles, and it is impossible for them to hand over those who have offended themselves to the judicial organ for a fair trial, and they can often play the role of a judge themselves.

Wren's dungeon is very spacious, and when you walk down the stairs, you will find a hall of more than 100 square meters, with eight doors on the walls of the hall, corresponding to eight separate cells. From the point of view of decoration alone, this dungeon is more luxurious and luxurious than some middle-class homes.

The box was transported into the first room, and the guards of the manor opened it, revealing a different color. They stubbornly tied Assomende, who was hanging from a pole, to the execution rack, and did not want to stay here for any longer, so they immediately withdrew.

The rules and regulations of the manor kept them from discussing who this prisoner was sent to them, but there was no doubt that this man could be a nightmare that would wake them up from their slumber for a long time to come!

I don't know how long he stayed here, but Assomend was so hungry and thirsty that after shouting twice that no one answered, he gave up using his voice to attract the attention of outsiders. He knew what this place was, and he knew who was capturing him. Since getting on the train, he began to think about what he had done during this time, and he actually wanted the other party to "invite" him back to the imperial capital in this way.

He was not a stupid man, on the contrary, under the education of the pharaoh, he was smart. Soon he found two things he might have done wrong.

The first thing is to propose to Empress Pars, although his mother, he, and Empress Pars and the Prime Minister are well aware that this is just a strategy, and he doesn't really want to become the prince of the empire, he just wants to marry Golia and connect with the royal family. However, his mother's assertive attitude may have annoyed the Empress Pars, so the Empress Pars wanted to arrest him to vent her anger.

The second thing is that he almost beat Funkos and humiliated Rennes. However, in his opinion, for such a trivial matter, it is unlikely that Wren will use this means to retaliate against him, after all, no matter how important Vonkos is, he is just a housekeeper. And he, a man who is destined to become a king in the future, to murder a future king for the sake of a steward, Wren should not be so crazy.

But the truth is so interesting, the more impossible things are, often the so-called truth.

When he saw Funkos's smiling face, he was sure that it all had something to do with Rennes.

Is he crazy?

Actually for a housekeeper!

Asomander sighed, falling into the hands of the Empress, perhaps there was still a chance to live. What the empress needs, just he can satisfy, what she wants is nothing more than absolute domination of this empire, he can agree to any request of the empress, as long as he is allowed to live, it only takes a month, and everything will be solved.

But falling into Wren's hands is another matter.

The door to the cell was pushed open, and Wren walked in neatly dressed, saying that the cell was more like a lavish room. There are beds, sofas, tables, and bookshelves. The shelves were filled with all sorts of such books, about dozens of them, all very clean and dust-free, and apparently someone had come here on time to clean up.

Wren sat on the couch, Funkos stood aside, and Assomander looked up at the two of them, then lowered his head again.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had been here, hunger was like a poisonous snake biting at his body, and the lack of water had made his throat hoarse and unable to speak, and he was exhausted and had no strength to say anything.

"You never thought we'd be reunited in a scene like this. Rennes' opening remarks were very brief, but also very imposing. Yes, it did not occur to Assomnd that the last time he came, he was arrogant, but it didn't take long for him to become a prisoner. With some remorse in his heart, he squeezed out a grainy syllable, water, from his mouth.

Wren raised his hand, and Phonkos walked over to Assomende with the jug and shoved the spout into his mouth. It is difficult for a mouth that has lost its lips and only teeth to wrap around the spout and suck the water out. He wrapped his tongue around the spout as hard as he could, and after the cold water was sucked out, he swallowed some of it, and some of it splashed out through the gaps between his teeth.

Very sinful!

He greedily drank almost all the pot of water, the satiety brought by the cold water made him feel a little more refreshed, he raised his head to look at Wren, and suddenly the muscles in his cheeks contracted, the white fascia slowly tightened, and the muscles under his cheekbones swelled a lot.

He was laughing, and through this series of muscular reactions, Wren came to the conclusion that he was laughing, if he were to be covered with a layer of skin.

"You want to kill me?", Assomend's throat was moistened with water, and his voice recovered somewhat, "Then I want to know, why did you kill me?", he looked at Funkos to the side, "Is it for this thing that is neither male nor female? You actually want to murder a future king? You make a price, how can you keep me alive." ”

Wren looked at him calmly, raised his wrist and stretched out his index finger and shook it, "You said two things wrong. The first point is that you are not here to make Funkos angry, but of course it is partly the reason. The second point is, you won't live anyway. ”

Saying that, Wren looked at Funkos, "Let him see what kind of pain you 'neither male nor female' can cause him." ”

Outsiders can't say how Funcos is, only Wren can. Funkos smiled and walked to the side of the torture rack, picking out one of the dozens of torture instruments. It was a brush similar to that used by peasant women to wash their clothes, and it was once a favorite torture instrument of Hugo. Hugo would pour boiling water and boiling oil over the victim's body, and then use this steel-bristled brush to brush off all the skin.

Of course, Vonkos would not be so savage, he just walked up to Assomende with a brush, and in Assomende's struggle, pressed the brush against the door of his head.

Assomende finally felt frightened at this time, he remembered the prisoners who had been tossed to death by himself, remembered their desperate eyes, remembered their incontinence and convulsions. He asked himself if he could resist such pain, and his legs began to tremble, and his eyes shook his head again and again with pleading and rejection, as well as three points of intimidation.