The Imperial Code can be said to be the foundation that everyone who aspires to become a saint must learn, just as the vast majority of nobles are ordered to read the Imperial Code from an early age, scholars need to be familiar with this thing. The purpose of the nobles www.biquge.info familiarizing themselves with the code is not to maintain the fairness and justice of the code and the law, but to learn to use the code reasonably to do whatever they want. Scholars do not study the Code for the purpose of fairness and justice, but for the purpose of avoiding all minefields.

Scholars, scholars, to put it bluntly, are people who learn knowledge. They have no privilege as a weapon, no sword as a weapon, but they have tongues. It's not enough to have a tongue, you have to know what you can say and what you can't say. They can laugh at the debauchery of the aristocracy, they can criticize the absurdity of governance, and they can point their noses at the bad habits of the royal family. These are their weapons, and they have reasonably avoided the minefields of the Codex, allowing their "weapons" to be used without being crushed by privilege.

But now, this scholar, who did not want to be named, he got away with it.

Or that this group of scholars got away with it, but he became a typical example of the black pot.

The scholar, who did not want to be named, suddenly had a layer of white sweat on his head, and his eyes were fluttering around, dripping and spinning, and he didn't dare to continue. He was very frightened in his heart, so to speak, he wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run. He wanted to kneel down and admit his mistake, but so many scholars and scholars behind him were watching, if he knelt down, his future would be completely over. The circle of scholars will not accommodate this kind of soft bones who take the initiative to kneel to the nobility, they want the wind bones, the warriors who straighten their backs and point at the nobles' noses and curse, not cowards.

Wren pursed his lips, his lips were pressed very thin, and he was a little white under the squeezing, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said with a smile: "Since this gentleman doesn't remember, I can tell you." Attacking the gold aristocracy is equivalent to impacting the royal family, which is a rebellion in nature and can be killed on the spot. If the offender who committed the crime is a nobleman, it should be brought to the Privy Council and the Elders' House for trial, and if the offender is a commoner......", Wren smiled and carried the civilization stick and pressed it on his shoulder, "Your head does not belong to you." ”

He smashed the face of the unnamed scholar with the tip of the staff of civilization, shook his head back twice, and staggered back a step, "Got it?"

"Ming...... Understood!", the scholar who did not want to be named nodded with an extremely ugly face, his face was ugly not because of the humiliation he had received, but because of what Wren said. Attacking the golden aristocracy is a great crime of rebellion, and it is to be beheaded!

Wren looked at him with relief like a good teacher watching his mischievous student understand the knowledge, and his lips moved, "Kill him!"

The moment he withdrew the rod of civilization, the moment the astonishment and fear on the face of the unnamed scholar froze, the moment Blair had just swung his long sword, two Ortlenburg warriors in gray uniforms behind Wren appeared like lightning behind the unnamed scholar. The two of them were squatting lunges with one left and one right, their legs one in front of the other, and they grabbed a one-foot-long short sword with their left and right hands respectively, the sword body reflected the cold metallic luster in the sunshine, and drops of blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

Ticking, the whole street seems to have completely lost all color and sound in this second, and there is only a slight sound in the ears, but at this time it is like a thunderous tick. In the black and white world, an X-shaped incision suddenly appeared on the scholar's robe worn by the scholar who did not want to be named, and shocking blood slowly overflowed from the wound, this blood moistened the wound, eliminated the flesh and blood that was still tightly bitten together after high-speed cutting, and instantly blood gushed out like a fountain!

The whole world, only red ...... as well as white.

Wren grabbed the brim of his top hat with his right hand and pulled it down, taking two steps back, but the scarlet blood was still splattered on his body. The dotted red spots are like the last blooming moment of life, poignant like the amazing masterpiece formed by the greatest artist's splashed ink.

In the silent streets, the scholar, who had not spoken his name, fell to his knees with a pop of confusion, he looked down at his chest, and slowly raised his hand to grasp the gushing wound, but his movements were still a step slower. He faced Leng En and fell to the ground. Blood quickly emerged from the distance between his body and the ground, soaking the ground and forming a pool of blood.

The scholars who shouted that they would judge Rossi did not even dare to breathe.

Wren glanced down at the pure white clothes he was wearing today, and sighed softly. This dress cost about twenty gold coins, and was sewn by hand by a well-known tailor in the imperial capital. This is the first time he wears it, and it will be scrapped, and he is somewhat regretful.

There are also a few blood droplets on the leather shoes, and the leather shoes are polished, and the blood is not stained, which is a blessing in misfortune.

He stepped on the head of the scholar whose name he had not given until his death, and whispered, "My shoes are dirty." ”

A fat-haired, powdery-faced man immediately squeezed in, knelt on the ground, grabbed the slightly loose cuff of his right wrist with his left hand, tightened the sleeve, and carefully wiped the blood beads from Wren's white leather shoes with the sleeve of his clothes worth several gold coins. At the end, he also picked up Wren's shoes, sighed, wiped them vigorously, and then put Wren's feet back on the ground with satisfaction. He got up, not caring about his appearance in the slightest, bent over, his head bowed, and leaned over, "Look, my lord, it's clean now." ”

Wren's smile suddenly warmed like a spring breeze in March, and he looked at the man, "Excuse me, Nietzsche." ”

"No trouble, no trouble!", Nietzsche's head shook like the chest of a woman who had been violently hit, shaking quickly and rhythmically, it was really difficult for his stubby neck. He sneered, not ashamed of his actions, but triumphant, "It is the honor of my life to be able to serve adults." ”

After being stocked in the pond for so many years, Nietzsche has long understood that a man can have no money, no health, and even no life in this world. But the only one cannot be without power.

Those who have power are like gods on high, the joys and sorrows of those in power, or thunder, or rain and dew, countless people must throb for it. If there is no power, it is dust, dust, manipulated by the actions of the strong, swayed by fate, and even their own dignity does not belong to them. He was not without pride, and his proud bones were exchanged for bruises all over his body.

Now he is willing to kneel down and do the most humble, shameful things, but also to climb to the pinnacle of power.

He didn't want to prove anything, he just wanted to show all the people who had hurt him and looked down on him that he could stand up one day.

Facing Wren's smile, Nietzsche trembled with excitement. As an old man in the Archives Department, he knows too well what has happened in the Archives Department in the past few days, this department, is about to rise! And he knows better what Wren is going to do, and what he does will inevitably be recorded in Orlando's historical archives and become a case that every politician must learn from many years later. And he Nietzsche, as long as he seizes the opportunity, may be able to leap up and become a big man who everyone envies, envies, and fears.

For this, what is there to regret about sacrificing a little dignity?

Wren moved his fingers, and Nietzsche immediately stood aside, his low eyebrows and pleasing appearance were infuriating and hateful.

But what is even more hateful is Wren.

He actually killed a scholar in front of so many scholars?

This is nothing short of a provocation to knowledge, a blasphemy against the truth! The scholars were furious, but they were dragged back from the brink of losing their minds by the corpse on the ground, which had begun to turn cold.

The one in front of him is a golden nobleman, and the one on the ground has already paid the price for his actions.

Looking at the scholars standing densely, Wren sneered disdainfully, and the corner of his eye was still staring at this group of people, so he spat on the ground without grace, "Stupid!", paused, "Get out!"

He shook his shoulders and got into the carriage with Nietzsche's support, and the group of menacing scholars didn't even dare to let out a fart.

Wren wasn't the nobles they were familiar with, the nobles who turned around and ran when the situation wasn't right, and were as timid as a mouse, or the nobles who would just let their servants beat them up. Only now do people remember that he is a butcher, an executioner, and a demon with bloody hands!

Looking at Wren's carriage moving slowly, stopping not far away, in front of the old library, which could be reached in a few steps, these people still didn't dare to spit out a word.

Wren's tyranny completely shocked this group of cultural people and this group of self-righteous spokesmen for truth.

After a long time, after watching Wren enter the old library, someone said, "We just let him go?"

This sentence is full of complex emotions, including the ease of the rest of the catastrophe, unwilling questioning, and the avoidance of responsibility.

Immediately, someone sang the opposite tune, "Don't let him go, do you want to give it a try?"

"Sooner or later, this executioner will be punished!"

"Yes, sooner or later!"

"I still have something at home, go first, if there is anything you must call me ......"

One man went first, and the group of righteous defenders, the valiant and unyielding fighters, immediately dispersed, leaving only a few people standing together with uneasy and embarrassed faces.

"What now?"

"What else can I do?"

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, and finally leave the street from different places.

The leastest street in the Golden Ring District has returned to calm, just as it did thousands of years ago when the Holy Empire was still in existence, and no one stayed here for even a minute longer, except for the guy on the ground.

As soon as he entered the Old Library, Bethel greeted Wren with a smile, knowing in his heart that he was just a mascot now. Although he has been a minister for many years, he has not been in charge of the affairs here after all, whether it is the people in the past or the people recruited by Rennes later, they do not belong to him. They are all Wren's people, so he puts himself in a very correct position, as for whether he has other thoughts, at least it can't be seen from his face and eyes.

"I knew that these little things couldn't bother you. In private, Bethel would address Wren with honorifics, and although the two had the same title, one was hereditary, the other was minor, one was a golden nobleman, and the other was just an inconspicuous marginal person in aristocratic circles. But in the place of work, he only uses the equal title of you, he is a minister after all, and if he uses your honorific here, it is better not to get involved in these things, and to be a gardener happily?

Wren's smile is as standard as ever, and a smile is the sharpest weapon that can make people let their guard down, make people hesitate in their senses, and can also deceive themselves.

He took off his top hat and threw it to Blair, the thumbs of both hands pushing up the middle seam of his shirt, "Look, I'm not without losses, at least this outfit is over." He suddenly laughed, approached Bethel and hugged him, "Just kidding, Minister, you don't need to come out to meet me, this makes me a little uneasy." ”

Bethel was stunned for a moment, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them separated and walked inside together, surrounded by dozens of staff members, all with proud looks on their faces. Yes, in just a few days, they have enjoyed the wonders of power and the pleasure of being respected. And all this was brought about by this white but blood-stained Count of Rennes. They are proud of Wren and proud of themselves.

"How is Colin in mood now?", Wren went straight to work, he always made a clear distinction between private and official affairs, which was also a habit brought by his previous life. "Is he willing to be a tainted witness?"

Tainted witnesses may be known to everyone in another world, but in this world, it is the term pioneered by Wren. He wants Colin to turn into a mad dog and bite people everywhere he wants. The wider the blow, the more panicked the Empress Pars became, and the more determined she was to cleanse these filthy nobles again.

Bethel also knew very well that the most important thing at the moment was Colin, he didn't dare to be careless, and nodded repeatedly, "He has been quite cooperative in the past two days, especially after I promised him that if he does what we ask, we can guarantee his safety, he is now more obedient than a dog." ”

Wren snapped his fingers, "Very good, but what about the others?"

Bethel hesitated slightly, "Except for the two of them, everyone else is very cooperative. ”

Wren paused, and the dozens of people who were moving together in the entire hall all stopped, their eyes focused on Wren's body, "Send them to interrogation rooms No. 1 and No. 2 respectively, and I will let them cooperate." ”