What to do with these people?

Wren looked at the name of the monument that he had seen, or had not seen, heard, or had not heard, and sighed faintly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He once laughed, death is heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than feathers, everyone dies, how can there be a difference between severity and severity. Now that I think about it, it's true that I used to be immature enough...... , No, it's not right, it should be that he hasn't experienced the conflict between ideals and reality, the confrontation between survival and heroism, so he can't understand the weight and lightness of life.

But standing here, in this world, he felt.

Withdrawing his hand, he turned slowly, and the whole of Ortrenburg fell into silence, the panicked birds chirped, flapping their wings and flying quickly into the air, its little head couldn't understand why there was such a solemn atmosphere all of a sudden.

Standing on the steps, Wren put his hands behind him, his left hand grasped the three fingers of his right hand, his right foot in front and his left foot behind, and looked at the group of merchants kneeling at the bottom of the steps with sneer and contempt. These people are ugly and humble in Wren's eyes, and they simply do not qualify for being compared with the real heroes on the monument.

"What should I do with you?", Wren tepidly, looking into the distance, watching the frightened bird unwilling to leave the nest that had just been piled up, hovering in the sky. Sunlight is shining in Ortlenburg, dotting the new city. His mood gradually calmed down a lot. His eyes rolled, and he condescendingly looked down at these bruised and scarred grain merchants, "From the first day we met outside, I shouldn't have been lucky, I would be naïve to reason with a group of merchants whose blood is dirty and full of patina?

"Hugo!"

Wren shouted softly, Hugo's eyes were sharp, he gracefully walked to the foot of the steps in front of Wren, regardless of the dust and dirt on the ground, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head deeply, "My lord, your servant obeys your call. ”

Ignoring the small title of Hugo, Wren pointed to the grain merchants, "Dig up all they have for me, they should atone for their crimes, I don't want them to die, because I am merciful." But I don't want them to be better, because I, too, are majestic. He then looked at the terrified grain merchants, as well as at the more Ortlenburgers, "God cannot give justice to people, and I give it to you." ”

Suddenly, the man who seemed to have the whole world a moment ago crawled down the steps, and there was no intact place on his body, all of them were bruised and swollen, and there were bloody wounds. The meticulous hair on his head was glued together by the mixture of wine and blood, and several blood stains disturbed his sideburns along the sideburns, and his left eye was slightly bruised, the bridge of his nose was crooked to one side, and the corners of his mouth were torn more than an inch.

It can be said that he is as miserable as he is now, and it is worse than he imagined. He choked up, cried and pleaded, "Your Excellency...... Listen to me, listen to me, I know I'm wrong, we're all wrong. We shouldn't frame you, we shouldn't plot against you, let me go, please let me go. His voice was warped by fear, and became trembling and shrill "By the way, my lord, I am willing to be your servant, and I am willing to give you all my possessions." You like little girls, my daughter is only 10 years old, yes, my wife is only 19 years old......"

Wren frowned and looked at Hugo. Hugo was obviously a clever man, and with a single eye contact, he understood what Wren meant. He stood up and calmly patted the dust off his knees. Turning his head to look at the man, the man's words were blocked by Hugo's eyes. He stepped back with his hands and feet, trying to get away from Hugo, but how could Hugo let him run away? Hugo took every step as accurately as a caliper had measured, step after step, and walked in front of the man.

The man didn't dare to move again, but Hugo looked at him with a smile, bent down, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood off the man's face. It seems that he was confused by Hugo's gentle actions, but the man did not resist and dodge, but kept meeting Hugo's gentle gaze with timid eyes.

Just when the man began to wonder if this meant that he was saved, Hugo patted his mouth gently, the man looked at Hugo, Hugo smiled and said, "Open your mouth, yes, ah......"

The man was very cooperative, at least opening his mouth than being beaten, and he knew that the first thing to look at when choosing a slave was his teeth. The mouth of the tooth says a lot about it, age, health, future potential, and so on. He, like many slaves who had been asked to do the same, opened his mouth.

However, the next moment, the confusion in his eyes turned into complete fear!

Hugo put his hands behind the backs of his hands, inserted them into the man's mouth, grabbed his upper and lower jaws, and tore them hard in the man's struggle and wailing! He stepped on the horse, his arms straining one after another, and blood spurted out of the man's mouth one after another, and then fell back again. The irritated trachea causes the lungs to contract continuously, and the blood rises and falls like a fountain tide, constantly reincarnating.

As if he felt that he couldn't tear it anymore, Hugo shook his upper body and stood up again. He took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from his hands, his face, and his neckline. He carefully sorted out his clothes, glanced at the man who was only half alive with blood sprayed on the ground, and smiled contemptuously. He had received a lot of satisfaction from this man, but it was not enough, so he would not let this man die so simply.

Under Hugo's terrifying gaze, the priest closed his eyes, lost a few healings with a pale face, and retched and hid aside. The man's wound quickly solidified and began to heal, but the laceration that had been done was powerless. His chin was now half-hung on his collarbone, and his mouth was big enough to fit a ball. His eyes slumped to the ground, and his tongue, fully exposed to air, occasionally twitched twice.

Wren frowned, "I just want to shut him up, not for you to make him so disgusting." There is not much anger in this sentence, Wren knows very well that everyone has their own independent character, and it is his value and his shining point that are used to use people, not his character. To be honest, a pervert like Hugo is really unlikeable, but he is so useful. Such people are like vicious dogs ready to pounce and bite their enemies, even if they know that this leap is to crush their death, they will not hesitate at all.

Killing the enemy, or being bitten to death by the enemy, is the lifelong pursuit of this kind of person.

Wren hurriedly waved his hand, "Get out." ”

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Sarcomo was talking to Celeste, who had already acted less like the girl's grandfather and more like two equal people.

Hearing footsteps, the conversation between the two immediately stopped and stood up at the same time.

"Brother Wren, you're back!", Celeste still saluted politely with his skirt, not at all rude because the relationship between the two was getting closer and closer, the life of the aristocracy is like this, stereotyped, and people don't like it so much.

Sarcomo's face returned to normal, and he knew better than anyone that since the matter had come out, he should not think that he could fool the past. What needs to be done now is to minimize the consequences of this incident.

Wren touched Celeste's little head and smiled, feeling much better. That's the way it is, if you do something wrong, you should atone for what you did wrong. He glanced at Sarcomo and said to Celeste, "Your grandfather and I still have something to say, you go to play with Aphro first, and I'll look for you later." ”

The corners of the little girl's eyebrows suddenly fell, and she let out a light "oh", lifted the corner of her skirt and saluted the two of them before running away quickly. Looking at the little girl's back, Wren smiled meaningfully and said, "It's only been half a year in a blink of an eye, and the little girl has grown up a lot. ”

Sarcomo was stunned and couldn't help but sigh, remembering what happened before Wren came back. Whether he admits it or not, he wants to use Celeste's influence on Rennes in order to undo the mistakes made by the grain merchants this time, as well as the possible blow to the Chamber of Commerce. But what he didn't expect was that in his eyes, Celeste, who was submissive and would not resist anything, showed unexpected maturity in the face of his seemingly non-existent request.

She always diverted from these sensitive topics, saying things that interested the girls, flowers and grass, or how good her swordsmanship was, and resolutely did not give any positive response to some of Wren's daily affairs and Sarcomo's requests, as if Sarcomo had never said it, or that she had never heard of it. In the end, the little girl even showed a faint and inexplicable face, but it made him feel an extremely strange momentum.

He had only seen this kind of momentum on the faces of those noble eldest daughters or noble ladies, reserved and kept a certain distance.

Indeed, when her granddaughter has grown up, she is no longer the little girl who can be happy all day long as she has a smiling face, and follows her ass all day long "grandpa" and "grandpa" all day long.

After cleaning up his mood, after Wren sat down, Sarcomo also sat down, and he looked at Wren with great interest, "I don't know how you plan to deal with this matter, I only represent myself, and I am willing to pay you and Ortlenburg a certain amount of compensation as compensation for the crimes committed by these stupid guys!"

Wren sneered and shook his head, "It's not enough!"