Empress Pars naturally understood what Wren was saying, nothing else counted, and the luxury thing had already proved in the nobles how terrifying the power of this thoughtless and soulless thing was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Whether it is a nobleman or a wealthy businessman, as long as he comes into contact with luxury goods, he will not be able to get rid of this thing for the rest of his life.

To take the simplest example, the solidified illumination magic pedestal, something that is used by people with little or less money. Is it luxury?

But this inconspicuous little thing is a big consumer of Tiberium spars. According to the statistics of the Imperial Treasury and the Logistics Department of the Military Department, almost 13 to 14 percent of the Tiberium Hedron is consumed by the magic base of the Illumination Technique every year! This is definitely a shocking number, this is not 1.3 percent and 1.4 percent, this is 13 and 14 percent!!

This means that for every 100 kilograms of Tiberium hedron mined, 13 to 14 kilograms will be used for lighting.

In addition to the curing illumination technique, there are many very popular things, all of which are frantically encroaching on the Tiberium ore reserves. For example, the magic sound used to transmit information, especially after the agreement between the Imperial Research Institute and the royal family, will be popularized and popularized, and in the coming period, the magic sound box is bound to become the second largest user in the embezzlement of Tiberium spars after the curing illumination technique.

These things can be said to be not luxuries, because of their popularity and low basic cost, people can easily own. It can also be said that they are luxuries, because they need something more valuable to make them functional.

Wren intends to sell luxury goods to the Ice Plains, with the self-evident purpose of inducing the Ice Barbarians to consume large quantities of Tiberium Crystals and become dependent on the Empire's output.

Think about it, when the Patriarchs, Holy Maidens, and High Priests of the Ice Barbarians have become accustomed to enjoying the warmth of the magical pedestal of the Flame Path and tasting the sweetest and most intoxicating drinks from the southern regions of ......the Empire under the light of the cured illumination. Every minute, every second, is consuming a large amount of Tiberium Crystal. When one day they suddenly find that their world is dark again, without the light that comes with curing illumination. The air around them was maddening, and the path of flames was useless because there was no mana supply.

Without sweet drinks, without a sumptuous dinner, the days of heaven are gone.

People who have not enjoyed it can adapt quickly even in the face of the harsh environment, while those who have enjoyed the most perfect life can no longer face the harsh environment.

In this case, what should these people who have a lot of power and power in the Ice Barbarian want to continue to enjoy this wonderful life?

Find the Empire to buy Tiberium Crystal!

This is equivalent to sending a soft underbelly for the empire to grasp, and pinch it when needed.

Of course, the High Priest could also forbid the Ice Barbarians to enjoy it, or forbid it to continue to enjoy it after enjoying it, which was indeed possible with the prestige of the High Priest. However, the greatness of intelligent beings is not in whether they can use tools or have a social system, but in whether they can think. Thinking is a very terrifying power, you can destroy a person's body, but you can't destroy a person's mind.

Under the oppression of the high priest, those ice barbarians really can't continue to enjoy, they don't say anything, but in their hearts they must be the same as their mouths, without any thoughts and complaints? If so, then under the various means of the imperial elite led by Empress Pars, maybe there may be a "hero" in the ice field who will stand up against their high priest. If not, then good, these grievances will continue to accumulate, and one day, they will explode all at once.

The luxury goods sold can also consume the Tiberium hedron sold by the previous smuggling syndicate, and it is really three snow-headed owls flying over the head of the arrow god - one arrow kills three.

Snowhead owls are generally dispatched in a family unit, with a maximum of five or six, and most of the time two or three together. This is a folk saying that means killing multiple birds with one stone.

So, the Empress of Pars was very happy with Wren.

It's a simple plan, but it can play a key role.

Empress Pars's cheeks at this time were as delicate as blood under the drunkenness, her eyes were like silk, and all the charm on her body was released and ignited between her hands and feet, which was simply a rare stunner in the world. Even if she only looks seventy-five points, at this moment, she has grown by leaps and bounds to above ninety.

She held out her hand, her fingers pointed, a healthy red. The fingertips gently poked at Wren's lower abdomen, slowly scribbling along the lines of his shirt, and there was a spring color between his eyebrows. Seeing Wren looking over, she raised her eyebrows, with an indescribable provocation.

Wren is a smart person, and so is Queen Pars, and smart people often don't even have to say anything to each other, just a small movement, an insignificant look, to read each other's thoughts.

It is impossible for Wren and Empress Pars to get married, otherwise Empress Pars would have to step down and hand over the throne to her next person. Because Wren represents the last bloodline of the Arcanian family, it is impossible for him to join the royal family and abandon his family. Only Empress Pars could, and without her anyway, there were other members of the royal family who could come up.

The two are destined to become husband and wife, but *** pleasure is not too much.

Wren made a lightning strike and grabbed Empress Pars's wrist hard, as a man, even if he couldn't cultivate battle qi, he was more powerful than a woman. He grabbed it so hard, that it was faintly visible that the place where Empress Pars's wrist was grabbed was white, and the corners of her eyes twitched, and suddenly her face changed, and she said sharply, "You hurt me." After speaking, he added, "I am the emperor!"

An emperor's momentum instantly rose from her, and there seemed to be a strong wind blowing through the entire hall, showing the majesty of the emperor.

Wren didn't care about any of this, his face was tense, and a momentum that was comparable immediately surged, and the two of them were like stones suddenly appearing in the sea, standing still in the face of strong winds and torrential rain and overwhelming waves.

The next moment, Wren grabbed Empress Pars's hand and forcefully pulled it into his arms, and at the same time turned over and pressed Empress Pars under him.

She exclaimed, which immediately alarmed the guards outside the palace.

"Get out!", Wren shouted like a thunderclap, and the guards looked at Wren, and the faintly visible Empress of Pars, and finally closed their mouths wide open, and walked out again.

"You let go of me, do you know what you're doing?", Empress Pars struggled again, twisting her body, her face was frosty, "Do you still want to ** me?", she bit her lip lightly, her face flushed, and her eyes were round.

Wren grinned, grabbed Queen Pars's neckline, and tore it hard, and her tulle was suddenly halved. Wren was rude and savage, like those barbarians, and the upbringing and demeanor of the nobility were completely invisible in him.

The rough and brutal power gave Empress Pars an inexplicable pleasure in her heart, and in this pleasure, the stronger she resisted, the stronger Wren's feedback power became, and the more excited she became.

It's a fun game and seems to have a little bit of a whole story.

When the clouds and rain began to fall, and Wren sat on the throne with a sturdy body, Empress Pars fell at his feet, panting. She was the color of a ripe peach, with bruises and scars, and palm prints.

At this time, Wren had an inexplicable impulse in his heart, he stroked the armrest of the throne, raised his foot and stepped on the Empress Pars, and the thought that had never wavered in his heart became more firm.

After a night of absurdity, Wren walked out of the palace early in the morning.

Before leaving the palace, he saw Wade.

Wade was no longer a close minister at this time, but a courtier. He wears a comical costume and uses exaggerated clothing to hide his original appearance, like a clown in a circus. He glanced up at Wren and lowered his head very quickly, and Wren suddenly felt a slight tremor in his chest.

He beckoned, and Wade had to walk over.

After all, Wren was a golden nobleman, much more noble than his current little courtier.

"Your Excellency, Count of Wrennes. Wade walked up to Wren and saluted, keeping his head down and his eyes staring straight at the ground.

Wren straightened out the wrinkles on his cuffs, and the clothes on his body were a little messy from night to dawn in hand-to-hand combat, making him a little uncomfortable. He stopped, looked up at Wade, looked up and down, and reached out to pick a red ball on Wade's collar, "What did you look at just now?"

Wade's heart tightened, and he said dryly: "I didn't see anything, I just admired your style." ”

With a snap, Wade covered his mouth in disbelief, and the guards around him also looked at each other, as if they didn't see anything. The movement of this slap is really not small, the fan is solid enough, if it weren't for the fact that Ren had not cultivated battle qi, maybe this slap would be enough to knock Wade unconscious.

Wade's glance just now, with resentment, the pendant on Wren's chest trembled in warning. If it were someone else, Wren would just laugh it off, but Wade was different. This man is a courtier, who often appears around Empress Pars, not to mention that he was once the face of Empress Pars, and his current status alone is enough to do something to sabotage Wren's plan. Sometimes, it doesn't take a long speech to refute one person's point of view, just one or two bad words are enough to influence others.

Wren didn't think that he and Empress Pars would have a special affection for him like an ordinary woman. She is an emperor, the patriarch of a family, and her personal feelings are the least important things that can be parted with at any time. When it's time to strike at Wren, she definitely won't hesitate.

Wren pinched the cuffs and tugged hard, raised his head slightly and twisted his neck, the appearance of no one in his eyes was really itchy, "Do you know why I hit you?"

Wade shook his head cautiously and took a step back.

Wren smiled faintly at this time, sealed Wade's neckline, and leaned close to his ear, "To people, mosquitoes are just a nuisance. But when the mosquito wants, and when it falls on the person, the hate turns into hatred and hatred, and all that is left for it is a slap in the face, slapping it alive. Wren slowly let go of his hand and helped Wade tidy up his somewhat messy collar, moving skillfully and carefully, "I hate the look you just saw, it makes me want to do something not very good to you." If you don't want to die, don't look like that anymore and don't say things you shouldn't say. ”

"Got it?"

Wade put down his hands and nodded nervously, what he thought mentally was not exposed to his face.

However, there was a snap and another loud slap, and Wade was dizzy.

"I helped you tidy up your clothes, why don't you thank you?", Wren rubbed his wrist, a flash of sharpness in his eyes. His fingers poked Wade's chest one by one, and Wade's chest stabbed again and again, and he retreated step by step, "What about your upbringing?"

Wade immediately bent down deeply, two slap marks appeared on his flushed face, he gritted his teeth, and then slowed his tone, deceiving himself, "Thank you for tidying up my clothes for me." ”

Wren looked at Wade who was bent over, the killing intent in his eyes flashed, but he was smiling on his face, "That's right." ”

In fact, Wren is challenging Wade's bottom line, he hopes that Wade can be angry because of the humiliation, and he doesn't need to do anything, just need him to push Wren or curse twice, and Wren will dare to kill him on the spot. It's a pity that this person is too forbearing, and he can still bow his head in the face of such humiliation, which only arouses Wren's killing intent even more. This kind of person is like a poisonous snake, they can nest for a lifetime, but at an extremely important moment, they will suddenly shoot out of the snake hole and bite Wren.

The hatred between him and Wren is, to put it bluntly, from Queen Pars. As Empress Pars's once favorite face, Wade seems to be too deeply involved in the play, and whoever gets close to Empress Pars will become the target of his hatred. He will feel that it is precisely because of this person that he has lost his favor.

Therefore, when he shows a hateful gaze, it means that he and Wren have formed a personal vendetta.

Wren is not a magnanimous man on this matter. When a person secretly hates him, he will only give death back to the other person.

Looking at Wren's distant back, Wade almost crushed his teeth.

He spat bloodshot, put on a new mask, and walked into the palace of the Empress of Pars with a smile on his face.