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It's a pity that this is Ortlenburg, not to mention the church, and there are not even two priests. It was not without missionaries who wanted to impress the city, but the desire to eat outweighed the desire for peace of mind, and the villains treated the missionaries as fat sheep to slaughter one by one, and finally the Holy See declared Ortronburg one of the most depraved cities on the entire continent, unprotected by the god of light.

Whose group of believers does not have a temper?

Stand up, I promise not to kill you!

Wren sat in the garden, he especially liked to sit alone and think about things now, the quiet atmosphere would keep his brain running at high speed and not be affected by anything else, giving him plenty of time and space to plan for his future.

Huth and Rice, the two major cancers of Ortlenburg have been solved cleanly, and some small forces have begun to fight to the death for the territory after the departure of the two big men, and it is not clear that they have any influence now, but Wren will never underestimate these scum who have not yet become a climate. Diseases often start from inconspicuous minor diseases and develop to the point where they are incurable and take people's lives.

But in a city, it is not enough to have official rule. In the depths of darkness, beyond the reach of light, the rule of underground forces is also an indispensable part. The key to how to deal with these emerging forces is to see if they can be controlled. If yes, then Wren wouldn't mind picking up a lackey spokesperson to act as a blade in his own hands. If not, then it has to be cleaned up into the garbage heap of history, and become a stinking pile of decomposition in some deep alley.

Alma made a change of heart as soon as she left, secretly sending for many beggars and homeless people, providing them with sheltered accommodation and three meals a day, and willing to spend some money on some news. It is because of Alma's generosity that there are now beggars and vagabonds in the city, there is her eyeliner. Coupled with the enthusiastic service and routine of those technicians, a lot of information was gathered from Alma every day, and some of the most important ones were selected and sent to the City Lord's Mansion.

Of course, Wren was not satisfied with this, and he asked Alma to expand his power as much as possible, not only in Ortlenburg, but also in the entire province of Bell. He's going to be here for a while, at least two years, or more.

Merchants also began to adapt to the changes, and the business associations throughout the province of Bell were restructured into groups dedicated to the first seven monopolies. Of course, this power was not given to them by Wren, but they fought for it themselves. The method chosen by Wren is very simple, there are only seven goods, and there are only seven people who can buy and sell these things, so let's bid, whoever pays the higher buyout fee will get the monopoly of these goods in the province of Bell for one year.

The matter has become so loud that Bell sent a letter to question Wren, questioning him about his behavior in disrupting the market, and demanding that he immediately correct it. For the capital to blame Wren is not a bird at all, he is a golden nobleman, there is a kind of you send troops to fight me. The imperial capital is still silent, but someone has sent news to Wren that the royal family and the Chancellor of the Exchequer are waiting and seeing, if Wren's plan can be effectively implemented and achieve a win-win situation, they intend to monopolize the power and the royal family will take it all.

This is a good thing, as long as the royal family can see the cutie that flows into the coffers every year, they will never forget who brought this wealth, and it will have a very positive impact on his return to the imperial capital.

In addition, Wren's main concern also came to an end, and a hundred Black Fire warriors were secretly sent to a farm outside the city by Harvey. The farm was originally Harvey's own, but he gave it to Wren. Wren also appreciates this, he is not a mean bastard, he naturally knows how to control and how to entrap others.

In the blink of an eye, Wren thought of the mercenary group in the city, although these scumbags have temporarily died down, but if this tumor is not removed, Wren will not be happy. He doesn't allow a group of uncontrolled guys to wreak havoc on his territory, especially since this group of people is a threat to him to a certain extent.

Sometimes Wren is also secretly hating, people have either eaten a few bites of sweet potatoes and become a magic genius, or they are carrying some system, or they are born in a secret family, or they are either a god of law or a god of martial arts in three or five years. When it comes to him, let alone magic, he can't even cultivate his battle qi, he can't even be a first-level knight, and he has become a member of a high-risk industry aristocracy, it's sad to think about it!

With a sigh, he put down the teacup and ordered the tea tray, and the aroma of the black tea spread in an instant. He wondered if if there should be green tea if there was black tea, and he missed the taste so much that he could find an opportunity to go outside and pick some buds and come back and stir-fry them. During his ten years in the office, his best companions were a cup of green tea and a newspaper.

Just as he was thinking about his thoughts, a pair of slender, soft and strong hands slid down his shoulders from behind him and fell on his chest, gently caressing inch by inch. Wren's face changed in an instant, "Vonkos, if you dare to touch me again, I'll cut off your hands!", he roared and slapped his hands off his chest, turned his head and glared fiercely, the blonde teenager was aggrieved and trembled, if he ignored the handsomeness and Adam's apple on his face, maybe Wren wouldn't be angry.

This bastard thing!

Wren graciously left Alma's so-called four treasures in the city lord's mansion, and he instructed the chief maid to treat them as ordinary servants. But will the chief maid really do what Wren said? No jokes! If one day the old man remembers those delicate "little beauties" and looks for them on a whim, and finds that they have all become rough servants and subordinates, it is estimated that his head can be kept in a different place.

So the chief maid, a woman who also has her own rules of survival, replaced Wren's personal servants with these four treasures.

Wendy on the side pursed her lips and didn't dare to laugh, she was also one of the four little babies, only thirteen years old, and she could be considered a child. God of Light is above, this world is terrible!

Tears were rolling in the aggrieved eyes of the blonde boy Vonkos, Wren patted his shoulder and glared at him again, "Don't touch me, I really can't stand it." ”

Many of the big nobles in the imperial capital are killed by men and women, anyway, as long as they are good-looking, they dare to show you the Black Flame Sheep. Wren doesn't resent these guys who don't even let go of animals, but he really can't stand such a heavy taste, and he must find an opportunity to send Funkos out.

Damn it!

If Wren was really a brutal person, maybe he should have cut off Funcos's head, but in life, Wren was not a brutal person, but a relatively talkative person, so he couldn't do that.

In embarrassment, the maid came over with a pursed mouth, and she glanced at Funkos and winked, "My lord, Mr. Sarcomo has come to visit you with his granddaughter, do you want to receive him now, or let him choose another time." ”

Wren hurriedly stood up, "Go now!", walked a few steps and suddenly turned back, "I don't want to see him for a while, let him go to the stable!"

The chief maid could only give Funcos a helpless look, and followed Wren out of the garden.

Wren breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sarcomo, this time was really terrible, and I don't know how those technical managers did it, it was terrible to teach such a handsome boy to that extent!

Soon Wren's eyes shifted to the little girl beside Sarcomo, it was really a little girl, younger than Wendy's, not open at all, not short in height, like her grandfather, but no matter how you looked at it, she was just a little girl.

The cooperation between Sarcomo and Wren is in full swing, but he is still respectful, and he stood up as soon as he saw Wren, and by the way, he took his granddaughter's hand and pulled her up. The little girl behaved very well-educated, and being born into a family like Sarcomo was considered to be highly skilled, and after birth, she did not need to sell her dignity in order to survive, and had more time to receive a higher education. The girl pinched the corners of her skirt and saluted, meticulously, and knew at a glance that she had been trained.

Sarcomo looked at Wren with a smile and touched his granddaughter's head, "This is my granddaughter, Celeste." Celeste is interpreted in Orlando as a happy person, and she is indeed a happy person. Sarcomo said to Celeste with a kind face: "From this day on, he is your husband, you must respect him, love him, and at all times, he will be your last support." ”

Celeste may or may not understand, but at least he behaves very well. She silently walked up to Wren, her head bowed, her long flaxen hair hanging down slightly, obscuring her face and making her expression unclear.

Hidden behind the flaxen hair, a pink and white jade neck exuded an alluring luster, and Wren's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away quietly.

Wren suddenly felt like he was too much of a jerk, but that doubt was quickly put behind him. Of all the great greats in history, almost every one of them is a bastard, then he is no exception.

After Wren sat down, he asked, "How's your internal solution?"

Speaking of this topic, Sarcomo couldn't help but laugh out loud, after his granddaughter gave it to Rennes, he was a little more natural in front of Rennes, and it was just a little.

"It's been a big deal, and it turns out that the Chamber of Commerce intends to deal with the seven monopoly commodities in a distributed way, but you know, the nature of the merchants to chase profits makes everyone reluctant to let go of this opportunity. If it weren't for us presidents, I'm afraid they would have gone to war. ”

Wren also smiled: "So, you have also gained a lot of benefits?"

Sarcomo smiled like a fox, "Each other!"