A grand dinner party was held to welcome the new lord of the city, and most of the people invited were the upper echelons of Ortrenburg - smugglers of the famous empire, notorious war criminals, vicious mercenary captains, emperors of Ortrenburg's underworld, and all sorts of high-profile figures, the only ones who were not nobles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These scum kept order in Ortlenburg, at least so that it didn't look too chaotic on the surface. And it is true that an environment of neutrality, order, and evil is a foundation that must be maintained for everyone. Only in this way can they mix like fish in water here, chic and comfortable, and make money for round belly and intestine fat.

This dinner party is not so much about introducing Wren to these scum as it is about these scum to examine the new city lord. There were always some unrealistic idealists among the previous generations of city lords, who wanted to change the rules of the game in Ortlenburg without authorization, which caused a lot of trouble for all the big people in the room. So they gathered together and sent the city lords whose brains were full of third-rate knight novels back into the arms of the god of light, and let them imagine endlessly.

Between the cups and the cups, and in addition to the staggered staggering, the complex eyes hide profound meanings, flying around in the air. Everyone looked at Wren as he walked into the hall, and there was something cold hidden in his eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the delicate crystal goblet in his hand with a polished silver spoon, and there was a "ding" sound, and the only orchestra in Ortlenburg slowed down the music, and the scene fell silent.

All eyes were on the man, who wore a tricorn hat and a small brown leather jacket, and a few drops of stains on his slightly yellowed shirt. The sharkskin leather pants tightened the thighs, and a pair of large, slightly worn leather boots were polished. This man has a dark red beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and at first glance it gives people a good impression, and his humble smile makes him seem more honest.

Twright, the middle-aged nobleman who came here with Wren, turned his face sideways and whispered to Wren, who was slightly half a step behind him: "This person's name is Harvey, he seems to be a good old man, in fact, he is the largest slave trader in Bell Province and even in the southern region of the empire, and the number of slaves who died in his hands has long been uncountable. The thick hairs in each of his pores were watered and grown by the blood of countless slaves. Don't ignore him because he looks good, he's one of the troubles for you to rule Ortlenburg. ”

Harvey didn't know that his old bottom was revealed to Wren by a nobleman who had never seen him for the first time, but even if he knew, it didn't matter, as a well-known "big man", he always had to deal with the City Lord's Mansion, and there was always a day when he got to know him. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused, he smiled with satisfaction and looked at Wren with a gentle gaze, "Honorable Golden Thorn Family, Honorable Baron, may I ask you a question?"

At this time, if Wren has stage fright, I am afraid that tomorrow before dawn, he will become a joke and spread throughout Ortlenburg, and from then on people will not respect him, will not fear him, and will even bully him.

In this place, good people don't live long.

Wren was expressionless and nodded quietly, Harvey bared his teeth and grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth, "I heard that you were kicked out of the imperial capital, is this true?"

With an exaggerated tone and a strong desire to learn, if you don't care about his identity and the occasion to ask this question, the fresh patriarch with no experience may be impressed by his acting skills, and then say what the other party wants to hear without reservation. But Wren is not stupid, he has been suffering from information shocks for more than 30 years in a highly developed information world, and by the way, he has been messing around for a few years in a system called an organization, no matter how stupid he is, he knows what to do.

He took a step back, highlighting Twright's noble status, but tilted his head slightly, his chin was raised high, trying to make himself look inexplicably proud, and he answered the question: "This gentleman next to me is one of the permanent members of the Imperial Diet from the imperial capital, a great nobleman of the Empire, a hereditary earl, a knight of the second class of armed arms, Your Excellency Twright. ”

Harvey's pupils suddenly contracted, and there was a faint suppressed whisper from the crowd around him. Whether it is a hereditary count, a second-class armed knight (Martial Lord), or a permanent member of the Imperial Parliament, they are far from being accessible to their group of scum. In a way, the empire is a toy in the hands of this group of people, to be rounded and flattened.

As soon as Wren finished speaking, everyone's eyes changed subtly when they looked at him. If Wren is really the unlucky guy who was kicked out of the imperial capital, then he may only be accompanied by a small role such as a court clerk. With the guarantee of such a big man, at least they are unlikely to do anything to Wren until they can't figure out the details, unless they are tired of being crooked.

The corners of Twright's mouth curled, and a touch of sarcasm appeared on his handsome face, and it was indeed a group of uneducated scum and mud dogs. Talking to them would lower his status, and he withdrew the smile that made the scum blush with jealousy, pursed his lips, and gave Wren a look.

There was another man in his thirties, not very well maintained, but then again, the people here were pretty much the same. He was dressed in a black grand gown, with a clean collar and two blue gemstone clasps that shone in the light of the cured illumination. If you ignore the recklessness that blows in his face, you may mistake him for a small country nobleman in a remote place.

This man has a scar on his face and several cuts on his neck, which is hideous and terrifying. When he laughed, the big mouth of the blood basin that touched the lipstick slowly opened, giving people an inexplicable pressure.

His name was Hutter, the emperor of the Ortlenburg underworld.

He pressed Harvey on the shoulder, the latter's eyes rolled slightly, and after the eyes of the two touched in the air, Harvey lowered his head, took a few steps back, and disappeared behind Hutt, losing his sense of existence in an instant. Hute laughed and opened his arms, "That's a fool!", referring to Harvey just now, "On behalf of all the inhabitants of Ortlenburg, I welcome you, Your Excellency!"

The soothing music suddenly became high-pitched with his words, and the crowd that had come to greet Wren burst into flames again, with enthusiastic girls singing and dancing, and big names shushing and greeting, and a unique banquet entering a climax. Everyone said flattering words, everyone looked modest and cautious, and everyone behaved like a polite figure.

But behind all this, there are evil traps, vicious curses, and ill-intentioned .......

This is Ortlenburg, in the southern part of the empire, in the Weimar corridor, full of scum from the Orlando Empire and the Byron Empire!