The more times like these, the more the old tyrant has to make sure that he can be seen in the eyes of the people. He is like a banner of the Cabo Field, as long as this banner does not fall, the people who have a stake in him will have enough confidence in their hearts to deal with what happens. Once he fell, the men lost their bearings, lost their courage, flew around like headless flies, and were eventually killed one by one.

So in any case, it is impossible for him to be captured by Nietzsche and returned to the old library, even if he only needs to stay there for a day.

Looking at the hateful fat face close at hand, Ferraz gave up continuing to fight, and instead said in a tone full of temptation: "Make a price!", his eyes revealed something indescribable, "Wealth, power, status, as long as you want it, I have it, then everything is not a problem." ”

He continued to persuade, "Think about it, what did you get by offending so many people for Wren's work, and even offending the golden nobles?"

"Will Wren give you more wealth, will he give you a higher status, or will he knight you by making an exception?", Ferraz shook his head, "No, he won't do anything,"

"You're just a dog he has that pulls you out when he needs you, so you can bite his opponents as much as you want. But when he doesn't need you, you are like a weed on the side of the road, not causing him to care in any way, and maybe guarding against his steps at any time, in case you are in the right place on his way, he will not hesitate to send you to hell. ”

"If we can help Wren overthrow the Orlando family, then naturally we can overthrow Wren's rule again, and everything will remain the same at that time, and there will be no change from before! Think about it, what will you do at that time, will your position and what you have done be liquidated by the new ruler?"

A lot of words were spoken, probably the most at one time the old tyrant had said since he was seventy years old.

Nietzsche's expression was very serious, he listened carefully to the last word of the old tyrant before he nodded, the old tyrant just had a touch of joy on his face, and was defeated by Nietzsche's next sentence, "Everything you said is very correct, but have you considered another question?", Feraz looked at Nietzsche blankly, he didn't quite know what the so-called other problem was, what it was.

"He will kill you all before you overthrow Wren, so who can overthrow him?", Nietzsche sighed and put away his smile, "I am indeed just a dog, but I am a dog that can always eat meat and bones, it is much better than being a dog that has been dead!", he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates, "Take this guy back!"

This time Ferraz did not struggle anymore, nor did he continue to try to change Nietzsche's decision through words, he knew that he could not change anything, and instead of continuing to waste his words and make himself look disgraced, it was better to be as Wren intended, and the result might not be so bad.

Just as the Orlando family did, Wren was doing the same thing, and he didn't believe that the other gold nobles would sit back and watch the Capofield family turn a page in history! If they wanted to protect their family from being bulldozed by Wren, then they had to keep the Capuffels. It's not just to rescue him, an old man, it's a statement!

When the old tyrant was taken away, no one in the entire Capuffel family dared to stand up against it, and who knows how many blank arrest warrants were hidden in Nietzsche's arms? Feraz, who was imprisoned in the old library, may not be treated cruelly, because his identity and status doomed no one to torture him easily except Wren. But those who don't have a prominent status, presumably the greyhound won't have so many scruples.

Nietzsche's contemptuous gaze swept over the faces of some of the Capofield clansmen, and he saw the cowardice and fear of these people, and spat disdainfully on the blanket worth thousands of gold coins, and crushed it with his toes, "According to the instructions of His Majesty the Emperor of the Desi Empire, the crimes of others will be reported and exposed, and according to the magnitude of the crimes, you will be reduced or exempted from the crimes you have committed." If the whistleblower has not committed any crime, he or she will receive all the property of the whistleblower, as long as he is convicted of the crime!"

The old tyrant was not wrong at all, and while he was here, Nietzsche would only face a very awkward situation when he said so. But without the long-standing authoritative repression of the old tyrant, like a lake gradually waking up from the cold winter, a stone will no longer touch the hard ice, but will sink directly into the water, setting off a circle of ripples.

The effect will not be immediate, and it will be necessary to give these people an ideological struggle, but Nietzsche believed that in three days at most, these people will bite each other. Not just to avoid judgment for yourself, but to take more benefits!

"I believe that most of the Cabofield family are innocent, but a small number of them have taken advantage of their kinship to conceal your outrageous acts of treason. Your Majesty has told me that arresting only traitors will not cancel the status and identity of the Capofield family. After saying that, he nodded, "I wait for your good news, goodbye, gentlemen, ladies!"

After Nietzsche turned to leave, the eyes of all those present became terrifying. As a member of the golden aristocracy, even if they do not have the right to inherit and are excluded from the core of the family's power, it does not mean that they do not have a keen political sense.

To put it bluntly, Nietzsche meant that the golden aristocracy was still the golden aristocracy, and all the empire needed was traitors.

If...... , if it can be proven that Feraz is guilty, and that all those who may become the next patriarch are guilty, then the position of patriarch, who once did not even dare to think about it, will be able to fall on his head.

The greed in human nature will never be cleansed, just like blood, it has long been integrated with human beings. With enough incentives, greed will be like a monstrous flood that will destroy all the dikes and sweep the whole world!

When Ferraz and Nietzsche left the Capofield manor one after another, the news spread throughout the imperial capital and even the empire, and countless nobles were discussing what deeper meaning was behind this matter. Even Vito was thinking about what Wren was trying to do behind this matter.

Ferraz must be saved, and only in this way can Wren understand that this empire is not his backyard for doing whatever he wants, and he can't do whatever he wants. But it takes a certain amount of skill to do so, and not to anger Wren head-on, that is, a madman with a brain problem, who can completely ignore the political needs and the stability of the empire, and brazenly start a full-scale war.

After thinking about it for a while, Vito felt that he needed allies.

The only people who can help him now are Lancer and Ogram, but the problem is that Lancer seems to have reached some kind of tacit deal with Wren, and he may not be able to agree to his request when approached by him. And the Orgrim is an inexplicable family, they don't even care about the politics and situation of the empire, and in the process of overthrowing the Orlando family, they don't even ask about the progress or outcome of the matter.

It's like they're living in isolation, living their lives.

After all the calculations, Vito suddenly realized that he couldn't find an ally who could be even slightly useful.

A new generation of nobles replaced the previous leader of the family and became the main force of the aristocratic class, but these people were all from Wren. Those stereotyped old aristocrats who eat the old may be willing to participate in this matter, but they don't have the strength. Looking around, Vito found that the only remaining golden nobles seemed to have no ability to resist, just like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of the cook's mood!

Vito was thinking about how to rescue the old guy Ferraz to ensure the validity of the Holy Covenant, and Ferraz was also actively considering how to save himself, when he was escorted to the old library and locked up, he suddenly hit a spirit, and his old body trembled violently.

This is where Spelco committed suicide!

Although he had not seen Spielko's body, he had been told that Spielco's death had been revealed, and he absolutely did not believe that Spielco, who had a large hole in his chest, had committed suicide, and that he had obviously committed suicide. Spielco can commit suicide because of "confession", so could an old man like him also choose to be killed here because of "some irresistible reason"?

The truth is often not the most important thing, but whether the "truth" can be accepted or not. If he falls or touches his head, and dies of serious injuries, even if people outside have doubts, they will not bring it up, because these reasons are very reasonable and very suitable for his current situation.

There was a sudden burst of colic in his chest, and his brain seemed to have a pinprick pain, he slowly sat on the ground against the wall with his chest clutched, trying to slow down his breathing, so that his emotions quickly calmed down.

It's an old problem, and he's had it since he was sixty-six years old.

Many famous pharmacists had shown him, even the cardinals, and through their diagnosis and analysis, Feraz learned a terrible truth, that is, his heart, was too old. This is something that everyone must go through, and he once regretted why he didn't cultivate his battle qi well when he was young, even if he couldn't become a strong person, it was enough to keep his body in a healthy state.

Of course, such regrets are of no avail, and the only thing he can do now is to avoid violent emotional fluctuations as much as possible.

He was not afraid of being framed, he was not afraid of his heirs being killed, or even of the surname Capuffel being kicked out of the Holy Covenant, but he was afraid of only one thing, and that was death.

It can be said that he is a selfish person, but how many people can be unselfish? Any person who has any idea means that he is selfish, and the only difference may be that the degree of selfishness is different.

Feraz, who was deliberately breathing slowly, gradually felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, although something was not right, occasionally beating more or less, but it was much better than just now. He struggled to prop up his decrepit body, leaned against the wall and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. The Greyhounds of the Library had taken everything from him that could be used to hurt himself, and even his clothes had been changed, supposedly a very light but easily torn garment, designed for a key figure like him.

The purpose was self-evident, it was to prevent suicide, but he didn't know it.

The loss of his crutches made it a little difficult for him to walk, but he was relieved by the feedback from his body after his butt sat down, and he picked up the wooden cup on the bedside table, and his heart beat suddenly faster by two beats as his lips approached the rim, and an indescribable discomfort took over his body for a moment, making his arm holding the cup tremble. Cold water splashed him instantly, and he was silent for two seconds as if he had been stimulated by something, and then suddenly slammed the wooden cup to the ground.

The water splashed, and the empty cup rolled to the side with a few bullets.

He was angry again, but not angry with others, but angry with the cup, angry with water, angry with himself.

This body can bully him with even a cup and a glass of water, and the outcome of being caught here is unknown, he can't control the anger that he has always been fiery about, and he sends these tempers on the cup.

Feeling the coolness of his body from his water-soaked clothes, and the need for a dry mouth and a desperate need for water in his throat, he walked towards the cup not far away. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to walking on a fine and expensive carpet, or to having servants working for him, and he had forgotten that when he was barefoot, he should try to avoid stepping on bricks that were smooth and splashed by water.

He fell, badly, face down on the ground, bleeding from his nose and breaking two teeth. He rolled over and lay down with all his might, and in an instant the blood that should have been flowing out of his nostrils began to flow back. As the backflow of the nosebleed squeezed into the tissue at the inlet of the trachea, he instinctively made a swallowing motion, and then his eyes widened.

He swallowed a tooth, and what was more troublesome was that the tooth was causing him great pain, as if it was stuck in his throat.

He tried to speak, trying to call the greyhounds outside the door to save him, but the pain increased as he tried to squeeze his vocal cords and organs. He banged the closed door, his eyes were already bloodshot, but he replied with a somewhat impatient "be honest".

Pain, fear, and uneasiness caused his mood to fluctuate violently, his blood pressure began to rise, and the burden on his heart increased.

He clasped the crack of the door with both hands, as if trying to button the door open, and his fingernails were turned up, and the flesh and blood were blurred. But in the end, he still couldn't do it, his hands unconsciously grabbed a few times, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily.

After a period of violent beating, the aging heart trembled rapidly for a while, and completely fell into calm.

He died, died "by suicide"!