"You are?"

Twright's hair is a mess, and maybe everyone here is like that, they are always in a frenzy, in a madness, in despair, they will always involuntarily scratch their own hair or push their foreheads. There is no expensive animal oil for them to maintain their hair, and there is no maid to comb them every day, in this kind www.biquge.info of environment that can drive people crazy, emotions make mysterious changes in physical functions, so that their hair quality is getting worse and worse.

So almost every prisoner who could be seen had a hair as messy as a chicken coop, withered and yellowed.

But except for the person next to you.

Twright's heart was inexplicably calmer, and he looked up and down at the prisoner who was sitting next to him. He was very young, in his thirties, and his face was more surprisingly ruddy than the paleness and gray of the others. His hair was a little gray, but he was meticulously combed. He had a slightly sharp chin, narrow eye slits, and an inexplicable aura of anger in his eyes when he squinted and looked around.

This person's momentum gave people a very strange feeling, everyone else was exuding all kinds of negative emotions, but he only had calm, and a chill like an abyss that could not be seen at a glance. Sitting beside him, I was stirred by the chill that seemed to be escaping from him, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

The man smiled at Terlet, all the muscles and expressions on his face indicated that he was "laughing" at this moment, except for his eyes, which were calm as if facing a cloud of air, without a hint of laughter, "Hello, Your Excellency." You may have heard of my name!", at this time, his eyes finally fluctuated a little, a trace of pride, but soon disappeared, still as calm as before, "I am Bowen, Bowen of Bell Province. ”

He didn't introduce his last name, but Twright straightened up after a spirit, and he looked at this somewhat thin young nobleman in shock, it was actually him!

Bowen burned down the entire city of Weststream, hundreds of thousands of people died in that fire, and the entire empire and the whole continent were shaken. It is not unheard of for nobles to kill a few commoners, and there are even some brutal nobles in history who have slaughtered one or two villages, but this has also ended there. Even in large-scale wars, it is rare to kill or injure so many civilians. Bowen did it, and he just lit a fire in his anger and left him with his name in Orlando's history.

Maybe the name doesn't mean anything positive, but so what?

Others may not care, but Twright does. He also wanted to leave his name in history, but definitely not in this way.

"Hello, Your Excellency, I'm Twillett. ”

Bowen treated Twright like an ordinary passerby at this time, he smiled again, there was still no fluctuation in his eyes, "I know you, your speech is wonderful." ”

"You've won the prize!", something seemed to explode in Twright's heart, and he was sure that whether he could go out or not had something to do with this Count Bowen. He forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked around with a twinkle in his eyes, and stopped when he opened his mouth to speak.

As if seeing Twright's ambivalent state of mind at this time, Bowen said, "Don't worry, we all have the same friends. And although this is a royal prison, it does not mean that some inconsequential news cannot be sent in. I've read your speech in the newspaper, and it's very inspiring. This empire is decaying and in dire need of change, and you will dominate this power to change this empire and even the world. ”

Twright's mood at this time was very strange, uneasy, and extraordinarily peaceful, and his eyes when he looked at Bowen softened a lot. Confidence, pride, once again came back to him. His momentum has changed dramatically, and he is no longer panicked or confused about the future. A person's self-confidence from the inside out can immediately change the state of a person's appearance.

Bowen suddenly sighed, he pressed Twright's shoulder with one hand, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have to do this!"

Before Terright could react, Bowen suddenly took out a sharp dinner knife from his prison pants and plunged it into Terright's chest. His face was as hideous as a mad killer, and he turned the utensils used to cut food in his hands into murder weapons that took the lives of others. Twright was shocked by Bowen's sudden assassination, and after a second or two of not reacting, he was stabbed four or five times. By the time he pushed Bowen away, he had already been stabbed several times. Blood splattered out, and the prison clothes on his chest were quickly soaked with blood, and he staggered a few steps, his legs and feet weakened, and he held on to the table not to let himself fall.

He looked at Bowen with a look of shock and a hint of fear. He could feel that Bowen's attack was completely aimed at his vital point, and without any reservation, he could also feel that his life force was slowly flowing as the blood continued to burst out from the wound.

This damn plan, this damn method! He was in a very strange mood at this time, he wanted to hate Bowen, he hated Wren, they had done such a horrible thing to him. However, he couldn't raise much hatred, he knew that this method was enough to get him out of trouble, and he only had an inexplicable ambivalent mentality in his heart.

The soldiers in charge of the guard immediately gathered around, and the guards standing on the second floor looking over the entire dining room also blew their whistles, and in the face of the soldiers who came from all directions, Bowen kicked Twright over and jumped onto the table. His face was flushed, his muscles were writhing, and his eyes were almost popping out of his sockets. There was some white saliva at the corner of his mouth, and he used all his strength to shout loudly: "Long live Your Majesty, long live Oran!"

He was now like a staunch guardian of the royal family, cutting off a troublesome figure for the royal family, for the Empress of Pars. He is like a desperate warrior, composing a touching and tragic song with his life.

However, it's all bullshit!

It's just a deal, with your own life, in exchange for the continuation of the family. In this era when the interests of the family are paramount, what he does is in line with the values of all. If a person's sacrifice can be exchanged for a change in the fate of a family, this is obviously something that everyone must give everything for.

Then again, whether Bowen does it or not, he will only die in the end. Rather than die so badly and have his head decapitated by an unknown executioner with an unknown sword, it is not as happy as it is now. His death will be exchanged for a turning point in the fate of the Leos family, and perhaps the Leos family can take a different path, a better path.

However, it's still bullshit.

If he could not die, Bowen would never let go. Who wants to die? Before facing the great fear of death, death will also be weighed, and its weight will never be equal to the weight of selfishness. There may be "warriors" in this world who are not afraid of death, but most of the time, these warriors will certainly not be a nobleman.

As he spoke, the determination in his eyes flashed, and he pushed the edge of the knife from his neck. The carotid artery was severed, and the huge internal pressure spurted out the blood in a spurting way, and he did not let go of himself, concentrated the little strength left in his body, held the dinner knife with both hands, and inserted it vigorously at the position of his heart.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and countless images flashed through Bowen's mind. The innocence of childhood, the high-flying and domineering of youth, and the attachment to life and the fear of death to the present. At this moment, he suddenly saw everything and was relieved. There is no hatred, no anger, only a faint nostalgia that lingers in the heart. No matter what you have experienced in the past and what you have encountered, this is the most valuable treasure of your life, and it is a memory that only belongs to you.

All the images were gone, leaving only one woman, a woman he loved and hated - Elle.

A slight sigh seemed to touch the advance of the freeze-frame frame, and his body collapsed with a bang, and his legs twitched a few times without subjective awareness, making his body tremble and return to calm.

The eyes looked at the dome, and the sparkle was like a flame about to be extinguished, slowly extinguished, and finally only empty eyes were left.

The Count of Bowen died.

This is a nobleman who must be remembered by history, whether it is what he has done to anger people or what he has done at this moment, it will become the most important thing in history that cannot be erased. His life may be as short as a flower that blooms in summer and withers in autumn, but it also has a splendor that others can't have. With his short life, he embraced the world and left many things behind.

Twright also fell to the ground, his heaving chest trembling from time to time, and after the fatal wound, the mysterious human organs began to secrete more adrenaline to activate each organ, so that these organs were kept in a state of extreme overclocking. This is a phenomenon of returning to light, but it is also a manifestation of the human body's ability to help itself. A flush began to appear on his pale face, and his eyes became unusually bright.

Judging from his physical features, he should have lost control or even consciousness at this time, and had passed out. But he himself knew very well that his consciousness was still soberly and maintained an inexplicable state of euphoria. He could feel every subtle change in his body, and he could feel the pain of every muscle fiber torn in the wound. He was clearly aware of what kind of power he had at this time, and he also felt the passage of life.

A flash of white in the corner of his eye was getting closer and closer, and the adrenaline rush was about to end, and his world became dark, and he gradually fell into a coma.

"Quick, bring him back to life immediately!", the warden ran over with a shy stomach, sweat beading on his head. He hadn't panicked when the whistle sounded, and there were always some new nobles who wanted to explode in despair. He had seen many such nobles, no matter how noble they were on the outside, how invincible they were, but as long as they were sent here, they were no different from ordinary people. Be as scared as the civilians and then erupt.

But when the guards ran into his room and told him that Count Bowen had committed suicide after killing the hereditary Earl of Twright, a rush of urine rushed to the top of his head. He shuddered, and ran at a speed he had never done before.

In front of him was a white-robed bishop, who raised his palm with a calm face, and a healing technique quickly disappeared into Twright's body, and then a succession of healing techniques poured out like a flood.

Twright's body, which was about to die, suddenly moved. The healing allowed his body to function again, the blood supply began to stabilize, his blood pressure gradually increased, and the almost invisible ups and downs of his chest began to move rhythmically again.

He was dragged back from the brink of death by this bishop.

Just as all the apostles were accustomed to the serenity of life and death in the face of the wounded, the bishop glanced at Twright, and walked in as haste as he had come.

"The man has been rescued, pay attention to rest in a short time, give him more nutritious food, as for the other ......", he glanced at Bowen, who was lying on the table in a pool of blood, and shook his head, "This man's heart has been broken, he was completely dead before I came, and he has returned to the arms of God." ”

The warden wiped the beads of sweat from his head, and his whole body trembled violently, this is a big trouble!

His lips twitched, and finally a sigh.

There are spies and eyes and ears in ambush in the palace, not to mention the prison, which is far less heavily guarded than the palace. Soon, the news of the assassination of Count Bowen from Bell was like a whirlwind, blowing through the entire imperial capital in an instant.

The imperial capital, which had just calmed a little, was boiling again!

All the details are revealed, how Bowen assassinated Twright, how he committed suicide, what Bowen said before committing suicide, and what ...... Bowen said before committing suicide. Every detail is constantly magnified, magnified, and magnified.

A person whose heart is full of light, even in the midst of darkness, sees the world as a light. On the contrary, people with dark hearts, even in the sun, will feel that they can't see their fingers.

When a man's heart is full of intrigues, everything he sees is enough to be explained by his intrigues.

To ask who in this world is full of intrigues and intrigues?

Nothing more than these politicians, and those who aspire to be them!

Bowen's dying cry was taken as proof of his allegiance to the royal family, and many people believed that this was not an isolated incident, not a typical case, and that there was definitely a hand behind it. If you don't understand such a straightforward statement, then a more straightforward explanation is that the Empress of Pars was angry with Twright's nonsense, so she ordered Bowen to kill Twright.

There are a lot of smart people, and there are even more fools, and these fools believe that this is the truth.

As for the smart people?

They don't believe it, and they can see a lot of problems at a glance, but at this time, they force themselves to believe that this is the truth!

This, that is, politics!