Everyone has something in their heart, whether it is a loved one, or a faith, which is the driving force for people to live in this world and create the future, and it is also the most sacred and inviolable thing in the depths of their hearts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If anyone tries to defile this sacredness, then there is only one end - the dead side.

It's not me, it's you, and one or some people will die before the curtain ends.

In the hearts of most Ortrenburg people, is it Wren who is holding on? In fact, Wren is just a human being, he is not a god, he does not have omnipotent divine power, how can he be like a god to gain the faith of all people? What they hold on to is the change that Wren brings, the change that can be seen and touched. Whether these Ortlenburgers are grateful to Rennes, worship Rennes, and believe in Rennes, it is based on this.

As Wren said to all the people who live in the gray of despair when he came here, he brought color, he brought change, he brought hope. That's why people are grateful to Him, worship Him, believe in Him, and fear Him.

He represents everything that happened in Ortlenburg, he represents the miracles that keep coming!

In Wren's body, it carries a spirit, an affirmation, and a flame of faith!

However, now that Wren said that what they were holding on to was going to be extinguished, how could they not be angry? Not frightened? They never wanted to go back to the city where they had to walk down the road with fear, for fear that a few people would come out next to them and stab themselves and snatch a few copper plates from their corpses. They like the city now, they like the quiet life, they like to see the clean money they get from their families every month through their own labor, and the smiles of their families who may not be rich but are absolutely happy.

In order to defend everything, they are willing to go to war with anyone!

And these once cunning and treacherous adults in Ortrenburg know better that all this would be a different situation if it weren't for Wren. The peaceful and happy life has made many people blush, and the monopoly trade of Ortlenburg's monopoly goods has made many people crazy, why do they dare not reach out? Not because Ortlenburg is strong enough, but because Wren is strong enough.

With the Ortlenburg of Rennes, it is the Ortlenburg of today.

Without Rennes, Ortlenburg would be what it once was.

So these people who really understand what life is, what reality is, and what truth is, all stand up in anger and horror. They are not afraid that an enemy will spy on their wealth, nor that there will be villains who want to rob them of their happiness, the only thing they fear is that Wren will be disappointed in this place and leave this place. He is gone, not only his body, his soul, but also the stable life he once brought, and all the miracles!

The momentum of the whole city became a little subtle in an instant, and those who moved later looked at the surrounding Ortlenburg people with some strangeness, and kept retreating. In their eyes, the stubborn Ortlenburg people relied on their social status to oppress and exploit them, the later outsiders. These Ortlenburgers only need to work four or five hours a day and earn far more than they do.

These Ortlenburg natives like to walk slowly through the streets and watch the scenery around them sink and never fall every day.

They are like lazy people lying on the bodies of these foreign sweat workers, enjoying the labor and sweat of these outsiders, and tasting the fruits of their success.

And now, the temperament of these people has changed.

The last moment they were the annoying Ortlenburgers, and now they had become beasts, with a wild aura all over them. It was like the breath of a coyote in the wild, when faced with its prey when it was hungry.

Extraordinarily dangerous, extraordinarily deadly.

Wren smiled, waving a piece of paper in his hand with some lists on it, and just as he was about to read out the names on the list, a young man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd. His face was red and white, his eyes were rolling, and he staggered a few steps before he stood up. In the face of this young man who suddenly broke into people's sight, some people were surprised and surprised, and some people showed a smile that was not normal.

This man was Kelly, the founder of the Young Glory Society and the leader of the Young Glory Party, even though the party was not officially registered with the Orlando Empire. Speaking of registration, we have to mention the establishment and rapid development of political parties, and now there are more than 40 parties in the Orlando Empire, large and small, and some political parties such as the Labor Party and the Industrial and Commercial Party are involved in politics.

There are also some inexplicable, even chaotic parties, such as the "Weekend Carnival Party", "Home of Beauty Lovers" and other ridiculous parties.

Whether a party is valid, legitimate, or has political status, in addition to a series of bonuses brought by the founder himself, is also a very important criterion.

If you register, you will be recognized by the Empire.

If you don't register, then you don't have any utility.

The participation of the Youth Glory Society was quite large, there were already about a hundred people, and in this part of Ortlenburg it could no longer be considered a small party. Moreover, among the 100 or so people, there are nearly seventy percent of minors, and thirty percent of adults with their own thoughts. These people have affected more than 100 families, and the expansion of these 100 families is nearly 7 or 800 families, with a population of 5,000 or 6,000 or even more.

Of the 200,300,000 Ortlenburg natives, they already account for two to three percent!

Kelly is also remorseful for his impulsiveness at this time, and at the same time, he secretly holds a grudge in his heart, no matter who pushes him behind his back, he will definitely make that person pay. However, the situation at this time is also an opportunity for him, if he can refute Wren to the point of having nothing to say in front of so many people, maybe he will win. His ideals, his ambitions, will become a reality!

The tumultuous crowd soon fell silent, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on Kelly's body, and a wave of excitement and excitement erupted in the deepest part of his heart that made him tremble.

He coughed lightly and bowed slightly, acting as if he were a cultured man, "Hello, honorable Lord Count of Rennes, I am Kelly, an insignificant native of Ortlenburg. Kelly, who often claims to have seen the world, tears Wren apart from himself and the whole of Ortrenburg in one sentence. Use the stark contrast of honorifics and insignificance to tell the people around you.

No matter how much you believe, believe, and be loyal to this guy, he is not one with us in essence!

This is the art of language, and this is why some people say that the violence of language is far more powerful than the direct harm.

He was faintly proud, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he raised his head to look at Wren, with a little modesty on the corner of his mouth, but there was some flamboyant smile.

"I'm here to stand out from the crowd to ask you a few questions on behalf of the people of Ortlenburg. ”

It's a perfect countermeasure, first tearing Wren out of the whole, and then interrogating Wren on behalf of the whole, whether or not Wren's answer satisfies him, in the end his goal is accomplished...... A small part.

The collapse of faith does not necessarily require the destruction of a strong pyramid in one go, but only the continuous extraction of bricks and stones from the base of the pyramid.

Wren looked at Kelly, who also met Wren's gaze, Wren shook his head slightly, "I don't know you!"

Kelly's face suddenly showed a stunned expression, he didn't seem to quite understand, whether Wren knew him or not, and what was the direct connection with his offensive? Could it be that the most important thing for Wren to do at this time was not to find a way to start a wonderful debate with him? What does it have to do with all this?

At this moment when he was dazed, Wren called out a name, "Jecoba!"

About ten seconds later, someone in the distance answered loudly, "I'm here!"

A smile appeared on Wren's face, and his smile gradually deepened, "Sient!"

Ten meters away, a dark-skinned man stood up with an excited face, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his voice became trembling, "I...... I'm here, my lord. ”

"Orbi!"

"Yes, my lord, here I am. ”

"Nonno!"

"Did you call me, sir?"

......

One name after another exploded from Wren's mouth, and one after another excited Ortlenburgers stood up, and everyone's hearts were heavy, although many people did not understand why this was so, but there was a special emotion, a special emotion that exploded and spread in their chests. Their blood was running like the source of the Thudon, and they were filled with a power they couldn't even tell.

This power is like the best soil for nurturing emotions, nourishing a seedling in their chest, in their hearts, and in the depths of their souls.

Their poor vocabulary and descriptions could not describe how they felt at this time, but they knew that the call was not simple.

It's not just the name of a person or a group of people who are calling, it's reawakening their souls that have been napping!

At this moment, the rosy on Kelly's face completely disappeared, leaving only a pale ash like white ash. The fingers of his hands trembled slightly, and he shifted the center of his body from his heel to the center of his foot.

It was only when he faced Wren that he realized that he had taken Wren too seriously in the past!