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In fact, Wren really didn't expect this Roshan City Lord to be so sick and didn't look fake, he hesitated to invite a priest to come. Thor cultivates battle qi, not holy power, and it is more difficult than eating to squeeze out a healing technique, and he doesn't know if it's useful, and he thinks in his heart that there are definitely ghosts here, and it's not common for people to be sick so coincidentally. Of course, he can't pull Roshan up from the bed, it looks like he has been pulling for ten days and a half months, and the whole person is empty, and it is not very convenient for him to do it.

After all, reputation is something that cannot be touched or seen, and when you think it is useless and disdain it, it will often be slapped in the face.

You can stab an arrogant fellow nobleman, but you can't beat a sick person.

The chief of staff smiled and leaned over to Lord Roshan, and whispered in his ear: "My lord, Viscount Rennes has come to see you, do you have anything to say?"

Lord Roshan opened a slit in his eyes, glanced at Wren weakly, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and nodded his chubby head, which was regarded as a greeting. His eyes were intertwined with the eyes of the chief of staff, and after a moment of separation, the chief of staff bent down slightly, and said: "The lord of the city is very guilty that he cannot welcome you into the city due to illness, and when he recovers, he must compensate your noble character." It is your righteousness that has kept Westin City alive, and you will be a good friend of Westin City for generations to come!"

This chief of staff is also a talent, and Wren is even more convinced that this guy is pretending to be sick, and if the eyes of the two of them make eye contact for a short time, they can decipher so many things, unless Lord Roshan and this chief of staff have a leg.

At this time, it was inconvenient for him to stay longer, so he turned around and left with someone. Looking at the back of Wren leaving, the chief of staff laughed like a fox, and the city lord of Roshan, who was lying on the bed with a weak breath, also laughed a few times, and frowned again and went in pain. He felt that the pain on his body was too worth it this time, and half of the tax was enough for him to survive for the past few years.

When he left the city lord's mansion, the merchants of the city gathered and greeted Wren warmly. They may have already discussed it and sent two representatives. The eyes of the surrounding civilians looking at them showed disdain from time to time, and it seemed that the merchants here were not popular.

"Your Excellency, Viscount Wren, welcome to you and your subordinates. We have prepared a grand banquet at Wrangler Square, please and your subordinates please enjoy your face. The attitude of the businessmen is quite correct, and after a day of fighting outside, the iron-clad man also needs a certain amount of relaxation.

Wrangler's Square is one of the most famous squares in Westin, Westin City is very large, with two gates in front and back, and horses from the pastures outside the city can be introduced into the city if necessary. There are not many people in this city compared to other cities, and most of them are herding horses for these large and small horse merchants, or managing other livestock. The city is famous for its trade in horses and livestock, and because of these things, the commercial market has become monolithic.

A statue of a commoner erected in Wrangler's Square was a rarity in the Orlando Empire, and the aristocracy preferred to sing the praises of the ruling class rather than boast about the mud dogs. The "hero" wrangler is said to have sacrificed himself by using his body as a source of warmth to protect a noble horse during one of the coldest winters in history. So the merchants erected this statue and called on everyone to learn from this pastoral hero.

To put it bluntly, it is brainwashing, preaching that human life is not as valuable as the life of animals. Empathy is true, the reality is that a red fruit is slapping a person's face, a stallion with a good bloodline often costs hundreds of thousands of gold coins, but a human life can be worth a few dollars? Three or five gold coins can buy a human life, and the black barbarian only costs dozens of silver coins, which is indeed not as expensive as a horse.

The square has been full of dining tables, the tables are piled up with all kinds of delicacies, young girls carrying hot food shuttled between the tables, smiling and stretching their graceful posture, and the skilled women also snuggled aside, making extremely debauched and provocative movements, so that the old and young masters who watched the crowd of onlookers were enthusiastic, and they couldn't wait to take off their clothes and swim back and forth in the pond.

The merchants did this without the intention of seeing Wren's jokes, and if only one soldier made such a move before Wren gave the order, they would find pleasure in making themselves happy. But it's a pity that Wren won't let them get their wish, and the Black Armor won't let them get their wish. The Black Armor Army stood to the side like a boulder that had not been weathered for thousands of years, without the slightest wavering, their cold eyes with residual red light, their eyes did not squint, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wren's body.

Wren doesn't move, they don't move.

It was like a confrontation, a confrontation between decay and rebirth, and Wren won.

He raised his hand, and all the black-armored soldiers immediately straightened their chests and stomachs, and their feet slammed together, and the cowhide boots inlaid with iron plates collided together, making a sound like thunder.

The suddenness of this sound made many people startled, and some of the war horses were frightened and raised their hooves and swayed back and forth uneasily.

With a satisfied smile on the corner of Wren's mouth, he said two words, which made the group of hillbillies more aware of the strength and invincibility of the Black Armor Army.

"Remove your armor!"

The neat movements were as if they had been deliberately trained, and Thor watched with boiling blood and excitement, such a well-trained soldier was rare to see in the entire continent. Compared to the neatness of the Black Armor Army, the Knights Templar seemed to be much more casual, they each had their own routines, some people took off their shoulder armor first, some people took off their arm armor first, Thor's cheeks were hot, and he secretly swore that he would train these old men well when he went back.

When the armor was neatly stacked on the ground, like a person kneeling with his head bowed, the whole square was silent. When had Westin, with his special status, ever seen such a shocking scene? Their soldiers were more like soldiers than herdsmen, and sometimes they had to work for the lord of the city. But this did not prevent the people of Westin from worshipping these Black Armorers and the people of Ortrenburg, and they cheered again, making the whole square extra lively.

"Take a seat!"

With another sound, the disarmoured Ortrenburgers entered the square in an orderly manner, knowing how to distribute their seats and what to do. After finding their seats, they straightened their backs and looked ahead without squinting, as if the food on the table in front of them was an illusion, and the ladies around them were all pink skeletons. The whole square fell silent again, and the merchants unconsciously hung a few drops of cold sweat on their foreheads, they had thought that Wren would be able to defeat the rebels, relying on the personal qualities of these warriors.

They had long heard that the people of Ortlenburg were all vicious and powerful villains, so naturally they would not think of anything else, and at this moment they realized that they knew too little about Rennes and Ortlenburg. People tend to have a very stereotyped belief that when a person is a good person, even if he really commits a crime, he will involuntarily exonerate him. When a person is in the impression that he is a bad person, even if he sits at home every day and does not go out, some cases that he can't find a clue will implicate those people.

It's not about morality, quality, upbringing, everyone has this mentality, including you, including me.

To be able to train a bunch of villains into such well-trained soldiers, how powerful is Wren?

The merchants, suddenly realizing that they might have made a stupid decision, became apprehensive, and they cautiously catered to Wren, and the praise came from their mouths one after another, and all kinds of words were cleverly linked together, all expressing a core - Wren is great, and Ortrenburgers are good.

"Eat!"

With the third order, the disarmoured Ortlenburg people changed from extremely static to extremely moving, swallowing food like a storm, except for food that was too long and too large, they would bite and chew for a while, and other chopped food would be swallowed into their throats after two or three chews at most. The only sound in the whole square was the sound of Siri snoring and stuffing something into his mouth, and none of these people spoke, did not exchange a word. They poured the good wine for them, they didn't even touch it, they were thirsty, choked, drank water and soup, and there was no such thing as wine in their eyes.

Those skilled women pestered their bodies, and their consciousness remained unmoved, even when the most primitive impulses in their bones manifested themselves. Instead, the action of raising his hand to take the food or tearing the food collided with the women who were as delicate as water, and let out a cry of surprise.

The businessmen, who had already been shocked by a series of contrasting performances, stood up and saluted Wren with their wine glasses, all of them saying good things and smiling faces, Wren sat on the chair and took a piece of roast lamb chops for himself with a smile, "I won't drink the wine, you are free." ”

Those businessmen were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't figure out what trick this Wren was playing, but there should still be a scene, and it was still like a tide of sycophants, but it made people withdraw all the drinks and replace them with black tea.

"I'm waiting to see your men so majestic, I don't know how long you've trained them?", some businessmen coveted the quality of these black armor troops, and they also wanted to train a batch in their hearts. This siege of the rebels finally made them realize that if they did not have a certain amount of armed force in this world, they were not much different from lambs in the sheepfold.

Wren's eyes lit up, thinking of something, he picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, "I can train a group of guards for you, if you need it." ”

The merchants' eyes suddenly lit up, "I don't know the price......

Wren stretched out a finger, "Ten gold coins for one person, Tong Su is not bullied." (To be continued.) )