Recently, the place where the nobles of all sizes in the imperial capital have run the most is the blissful salon in the Oak District, whether they are members or not, they all want to meet Wren, even if it is just to say a few words.

Even if no one needs to make any constraints or decisions about it, class will come into being naturally. In the process, the nobles who have the membership of the Elysian Salon have obviously surpassed the other nobles and become an invisible new class. Even if they are humble and low-key in the face of those who are not members, the arrogance in their eyes cannot be hidden.

Wren is also very clear about this, he has no desire to change, he can't create a utopian environment, since you can't do it, then you have to learn to go with the trend.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Marquis de Rennes. Two southern nobles with the smell of fish and sea sat opposite Wren, they were dressed in very elaborate clothes, and every small ornament and trinket was extraordinarily colorful, which also meant that their expensive prices far exceeded those of other similar goods. In them, there is a strong nouveau riche temperament, rushing to their faces.

Many people think that temperament is an "illusion" born under people's subjective senses, but it is not. You can find at a glance in the streets, in crowded places, among thousands of pedestrians, that person is wearing the same brand of clothes as most people, and is actually from the countryside. His eyes, his movements, his casual habits, these things accumulate and become a manifestation of temperament.

The older southern nobleman in front of Wren stretched out his hand a little nervously, pinched his nose with the knuckles of his thumb and forefinger, and laughed dryly. This is a habit he has developed for many years at the seaside, which is very humid, and there is not only moisture in the air, but also a small amount of salt. Once the salt enters the nasal cavity, it will adhere to the mucous membrane, if it has been in a place with high air humidity, it will be slightly better, once it enters a dry place and loses the moisture in the air, the mucous membrane will be tightened, it will be itchy, and it is easy to break and bleed if you accidentally pick it.

He glanced at the young nobleman beside him, and moved his ass uneasily, feeling a little apprehensive, and a little eager to go to the toilet.

He had come here to meet Wren behind Nengalael's back, and his purpose was betrayal, betrayal, and resolute confrontation.

They are the representatives elected by the southern aristocracy, and for the southern Yankees, Nenggalel has done whatever it takes to become a golden nobleman and marry Ganwen's granddaughter. He had even forgotten who he was – the leader of the Southern aristocracy. He spent almost all of his time currying favor with the girl who was ten or twenty years younger than him, and on how to curry favor with the royal family.

In the face of such Nongalaire, the nobles of the south were not only disappointed, but also disappointed. They don't want to be the object of future political fornication - the two major aristocratic groups in the north have been uprooted, and now the only remaining aristocratic group in the empire is the southern Yankees. Once Nungalel becomes a golden nobleman, his ass will choose a new place to fall, and this place will definitely not be what one would hope it will be.

Since he could not represent the interests of the emerging aristocracy of the South, and could still be the opposite class in the near future, why didn't the Southerners choose a new spokesperson?

Among the many golden nobles, the strongest now is Wren. Since you want to choose, then choose the strongest, even if you are persecuted in the future, it will sound better, at least not so ugly.

Coupled with Wren's recent series of actions, the nobles of the empire have already sensed the fear of the impending storm, and they must make a choice at this time. In the midst of a political storm, there are no neutrals or walls at all, and only those who are tightly tied to their interests and lives on a big tree can survive the storm safely, not be destroyed by the storm.

The nobles of the South should also bet.

If this matter had been placed in the past, it would have been up to Nungalel to decide. There are two main ways for the aristocratic group to select their leaders, the first is the title. The higher the title, the greater the authority, the greater the face, and the more power in the aristocratic class. In many political struggles, what the loser lacks more than the winner is often the little thing: authority, face, and power.

The second is that Nongalaire has been in the imperial capital for so many years, and he has done a good job in all aspects, and he has a lot of friends in the officialdom, so he can basically speak anywhere. The southerners, the nouveau riche, are rich, and under the great power of money to open the way, they helped Nengalel to meet a large number of powerful people, forming a complete and expanding network of contacts.

Money, power, and connections, this is why Nungalel is the leader of the aristocratic group.

Of course, at this moment, we can't ignore his own ability, he is also a very capable person, knows how to advance and retreat, and also knows how to do it.

In the past, every time there was a political storm or even a storm, Nengalel was the one who would not let him sit at the table, and he was very relieved to make a move because everyone's interests were the same. It is necessary not only to ensure the relative independence of the southern aristocratic class, but also to ensure the position of the southern economic system in the entire imperial economic system. Everyone has the same goals, the same ideals, so why don't they trust Nungale?

Can now?

Perhaps Nungalel was planning to sell out the interests of the Southern aristocracy in exchange for the royal family's marriage to him and the Huenner family. He was already a man who did not deserve everyone's complete trust, so he had been abandoned.

The two elected representatives have a very important responsibility on them, and they need to join the noble group of Rennes.

It is very interesting to say, in the eyes of many nobles, whether it is Wren or Ganwen, they are all in the vanguard of opposing the aristocratic group. But now, people no longer use the term "Wren and his friends" to refer to Wren's forces, they also use the derogatory term "group", which is not derogatory—the Belren aristocracy!

The former is Wren's title, he is the king of the bell, and no one can deny or ignore the existence, and then there is his noble group. At this time, almost one-third of the nobles in the empire need to rely on Rennes's breath to survive, which is an extremely terrifying number, you must know that after the Northern Expedition, the number of nobles in the empire is only 1,100 to 1,200.

At least 400 families have joined Wren's camp, of course, it does not mean that the remaining 800 nobles belong to the royal family, the vast majority of them are people who are waiting to be sold and waiting to bet.

At the tables where the amount of bets had already been decided, there were mountains of piles on Wren's side, but not so much on Queen Pars's side.

The royalists are certainly a very powerful force, but the royalists and the aristocracy have very different qualities. The royalists can only stand behind the empress and shout for the empress, and cannot really participate, the power in the hands of the empress is already constrained by the nobility and the parliament, and it is impossible for her to distribute the little power in her hands one by one.

This also caused the strength of the royalists to not be very strong, and there may not be much difference in numbers, but there is still a certain gap in strength.

The rest of the aristocrats were waiting around the table to place their bets, and they did not know what kind of cards the dealer could draw, which was uncontrollable. But in this game, there is a small rule, that is, the more sides you bet, the more likely you are to win the final victory.

Instead of betting after the odds have dropped to freezing, it is better to put all the chips in your hand while the odds are still high.

Wren nodded, "Hello. ”

In one sentence and three words, but the momentum was fully displayed, he put one hand on the armrest, the other hand on the table, rubbing the ring on his index finger. The slightly raised eyebrows gave people a strong sense of oppression, and the thin lips were pursed together, giving his entire facial expression a faint majesty.

The old Southerner immediately owed, he had actually saluted when he came in, and now he was a little nervous, a little restrained, and in this way he concealed his inner turmoil. "Hello, my name is Amidegar and I'm from Shanhai City. I don't know if you've been there, on the cliff near the southern corner, the first thing you see when you wake up every day is the sea ......", the young man beside him glanced at Wren, who had no expression, and quickly tugged at the corner of Amidga's clothes, who was stunned for a moment and immediately came to his senses.

He was here to negotiate, not to chat, and with a slight apology, he bent down again, "I'm sorry, I can't stop talking when I grow up in a small place, please forgive me." After a pause, he sorted out his thoughts and continued: "This time, Gumar and I came to visit you to ask you what our future path is. Everyone is complimenting each other that the King of Bell has an incredibly brilliant mind, and that's what we lack. ”

Wren raised his hand and raised his palm, and Amidegar suddenly closed his mouth, "I think, I understand what you mean. I take the liberty of asking, why don't you go to Nenggalaire, he's in the city. ”

Amidgar and Gumar glanced at each other before they said slowly, "The fief of His Excellency the Marquis of Nungalel is still far from us, and besides, we are here for ourselves. This sentence has been said very clearly, and a slight smile appeared on Wren's face.

If he can compete for the support of the southern nobles, then about two-thirds of the nobles in the entire empire will support him, and no matter what the remaining third thinks, it will no longer matter to Wren.

He stood up at this time, walked to the sofa next to the two of them and sat down, clasped his hands on his thighs, "Now we can discuss where your way out is." ”