Cang Chang unsheathed the long sword, Jasmine's face was cold, the frost and battle aura around her body loomed, and the temperature in the entire hall seemed to have dropped by a few degrees. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info she stared at the two of them, and as long as they dared to do anything unfavorable to Wren, she would cut them under the sword. After spending a long time with Wren, Jasmine also became a little arrogant and unreasonable.

There are always servants who are masters, and the masters are always an example to the servants and a beacon to guide them.

Nietzsche, who was sitting on the ground, shuddered, and immediately got up from the ground regardless of the pain in his buttocks, he stopped between Wren and the two guards with a frosty face, and reprimanded him sternly, "Blind your dog's eyes, don't you know Master Wren? Don't get out yet", he then looked around, and there was a kind of bone-chilling in his voice, "What do you see? Do what you should do, and leave here if you don't do it, don't affect the order of work." ”

The moment he turned around, the frost on his face thawed and turned into a disgusting and flattering smile

, nodded and leaned to Wren's side, as if the two swollen slap marks on his face were not made by Wren, but by his own accidental falling.

He already knew in his heart why Wren was angry, and to put it bluntly, he thought he had done too many meaningless things. For example, a front desk is set up, and people are required to register. In fact, he can't be blamed for this, he has been stumbling for half his life, and finally ushered in the coronation of power, and at this time his mentality has already undergone a huge change. He cherishes the power in his hands more than others, and hopes that he can influence some people or things through power.

From longing to despair to possession, Nietzsche, who has undergone several transformations, has an obsessive intoxication with power in his hands. He greedily holds power in his hands and enjoys the charming fragrance of power. His words are orders, which are enough for him to find many reasons to give orders, and in the process, enjoy the value of his existence.

There are many such people in officialdom, whether in this world or in other worlds. Wren has seen quite a few, most of them with a variety of unique fetishes. He remembered that a certain director before his crossing had strict rules on the season, temperature, and socks under his hands, and Nienietzsche was really nothing.

The reason why Wren slapped him twice was not angry, but a warning.

Yes, power is good, but there is more power than power. Nietzsche began to toss just because he got this insignificant little power, and if this kind of person did not wake him up, one day he would step on the air and fall to pieces. It is more likely that in the process of falling, he may also grab other people's hands and feet, and bring others into the abyss as well.

And he went a little too far, he forgot about humility. Even if Minister Bethel loses control because of his stupid decisions, Nietzsche should respect him, because he is a boss and even more so an aristocrat. And what does Nietzsche have? He has nothing, he's not even a nobleman.

Respect and humility are a kind of order, a kind of rule, a kind of sharp blade that maintains rank and class.

No matter how you choreograph and belittle Bethel when no one is around, you have to show respect and obedience to the minister in the workplace.

Anything can be discussed, but the rules can't!

You can stomp on Bethel today, so does that mean that if I have to shrink my tail and be a man tomorrow when I get into some trouble, you will also step on me?

This is the reason why Rennes smoked Nietzsche.

Looking at Wren, who was exuding a chill all over his body, Nietzsche squeezed out a few tears, "I know what's wrong! I'm lost in power, thank you for reminding me to come to my senses and avoid making more mistakes." You care for me like my parents, I ...... It's great to be your subordinate!", the choked Nietzsche knelt on the ground with a pout, hugging Wren's legs and howling.

Wren's face finally changed somewhat, he looked at Nietzsche's eyes with deep horror, quiet like an ancient deep well, pursed his lips, shook his legs, "Get out." ”

Nietzsche was able to kneel in public and hug his thighs and howl dryly, and say such shameless words, which means that Nietzsche has the best political talent. But at the same time, Wren also had a hint of wariness of Nietzsche in his heart. People like Nietzsche have proved a sentence, bold and thin-skinned. When he didn't get power, he was just a garbage that everyone could step on a few feet and spit in his face.

But once he gets power, he becomes unscrupulous, and he unscrupulously uses the power in his hands to satisfy all his needs and desires. Such people either destroy others or are destroyed by others.

Nietzsche let go of the arm that held Wren's legs, lowered his head, and wrestled his sleeves to carefully wipe the dust off Wren's shoes, just as he had done in the first place to win Wren's favor. His expression was so serious that it could even make people feel how proud he was to do such lowly and undignified things.

Some people have a chill in their hearts, while others have a disdainful look on their faces.

But who can know exactly what Nietzsche was really thinking in his heart at this time?

He wiped Wren's shoes clean before he stood up, hunched over, and if it weren't for his stomach, his forehead might have hit his knees.

"Forget it, is Bethel here today?", Wren walked directly to the stairs, he glanced at the little girl at the front desk, the little girl was already pale at this time, trembling and holding his arm.

Nietzsche was stunned, followed after a few steps behind Wren, he was like he had done something great just now, the pride on his face was almost about to explode, "Your Excellency Minister has taken sick leave during this time, and he rarely comes here, he spends most of his time in his own home to recuperate. ”

"Sick leave?", Wren laughed a few times, "It's good to ask for sick leave, let people inform him that he still has to work when it's time to work, and it's not okay to be lazy." Anyway, he's a minister now. ”

Bethel betrayed Wren and was caught acute, and Wren not only didn't deal with him, but didn't even act as if it hadn't happened. Bethel himself was even more frightened, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would be thrown out by Wren as a scapegoat. His only value now is probably his official title. In a short period of time, he had his ups and downs, and his mentality had changed dramatically again.

Bethel's only thought now is to stay away from politics and be a rich man. Those politics, struggles, it is better to stay away from himself, he just wants a peaceful life.

But this is not possible, and Wren will not allow him to do so.

If Bethel had left the department and had resigned, Queen Pars would have sent in a staunch Loyalist with a smile on her face, and at that point either Wren would leave on his own, or the two would have been fighting endlessly. So Bethel can't go, and he can't leave here, which is why Wren obviously caught Bethel betraying himself and kept him.

At least when he was still a minister, this place, he Rennes had the final say.

Entered the office and closed the office door, there were only three people in the room.

Wren walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down, twisted his neck, he tilted his head to look at Nietzsche, and pointed to the chair across from the desk, "Why are so many people coming in and out of there, and what does the front desk mean?"

Nietzsche immediately straightened up and immediately replied: "The business of the Ministry of Security has expanded to the capitals of all provinces in the country, and the arrangement of personnel and work requires a large number of people to complete. A lot of news has been coming in here in various ways, so it's been a busy time lately. He explained the reason why there are so many people, the Ministry of National Security of the Empire, focusing on the word country.

With the full spread of business, almost the entire empire was brought under the investigation management of the Ministry of Security. As a new branch of power, it holds the power conferred by the emperor and has the right to investigate local people and things that endanger national security.

If you don't leave the imperial capital, you will never know how chaotic it will be outside the imperial capital. This sentence has been the existence of truth since its inception. Those nobles outside the imperial capital simply don't take the country seriously, and they don't know how much they have done to endanger the country. No one could control them before, and no one dared to care about them, so they didn't have to worry about what they did being reported to the empire.

Even if the empire notices itself, it is nothing more than spending money to buy out the crime and continue to live its own free life.

But when the Ministry of State Security came along, things were different. As a department directly under the Empress Pars, the Ministry of Security has the power to detain nobles, interrogate and investigate, which makes some nobles a little numb.

According to the usual political climate, they must find a way to get in touch with the Ministry of Security, if not friends, at least not enemies.

It's a bit out of the way to deceive and hide from the other.

For a time, the givers gathered here, and in order to prevent these people from interfering with their work, Nietzsche set up a reception desk to screen and distinguish different visitors. Those high-ranking Nietzsche will definitely come to meet as soon as possible, and those who have no status will be left to the people below.

"Words from the front desk...... You know, there are some things that I and others don't get up to in person. Nietzsche considered replying to Wren with such an ambiguous sentence, but he was really not sure what Wren was thinking.

Wren smiled, his index finger tapping on the armrest, making a trembling sound, "You mean bribery, right?"

Nietzsche's body shook visibly and nodded silently.

The rise of a department inevitably attracts speculators, as well as brokers who need to buy their way, and these people are themselves nobles, or represent nobles, and always come with large bribes. Maybe it would be better if Bethel was here, after all, he was also an old nobleman, and he was the highest official in this department, and he couldn't help it if he refused to accept bribes.

But Nietzsche is different, he has no knighthood and no deep background. If he refuses to take bribes, then he will offend the nobles. It may not be a big deal to offend one or two, but there are many nobles who offend, and that is the way to die.

Left and right are just a cadre, not a nobleman, and if you spend some money to find someone to kill him, you will kill him in vain.

So for bribes, Hugo did not refuse. Some of it fell into his own pocket, and some of it was given to everyone as a benefit. He is well aware of the truth that money is scattered and people gather, and it is good to eat alone and only isolate himself, and it is better to share the benefits equally, but to get more people's support and support.

Wren nodded, in fact, the empire does not have written laws and documents specifically addressing the issue of bribery and bribery. It was not uncommon for the aristocracy to exchange gifts with each other, and if an expression of friendship was regarded as a bad method, the entire aristocratic class would jump up against it. This is one of the reasons why the imperial power of the empire is gradually falling sideways, without effective means of control, power has become a way of playing, and people have lost their fear of power.

"Make a detailed list of what you receive, at least let me know who sent what and for what, understand?", Wren paused, skipping the topic, "Besides, I have one more thing for you to grasp personally." ”

"You command. Nietzsche, who took a breath of air, was obviously a lot more relaxed.

Wren picked up the pen and paper on the table, wrote a name, Sebis, and pushed it over, "Send someone to investigate this man secretly, I want to know what he does every day, what he says, and who he meets." Whatever he did, it had to be documented in detail. It's best to have two people lurking around him and gathering all he has. Nietzsche curiously flipped over the paper one by one, and suddenly shuddered, and the beads of sweat that had just been put away came out again.

Sebis is also a small celebrity in the imperial capital, mainly because of his status, the son of the golden noble, and the former heir.

Nietzsche knew about this person, but he didn't expect that Wren would arrange such a tricky thing for him to do. He wanted to refuse, secretly searching and spying on the members of the Golden Noble was a felony, which was tantamount to treason, and once it was discovered, not only the person who carried it out would be unlucky, but also his boss. But he glanced at Wren, and swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips. Compared with the bad luck in the future and the bad luck now, he still chose the former.

"This matter should not be known to others, and when selecting personnel, we must also tell them that if the news is leaked, whoever leaks it will be responsible. Wren clenched his fists with five fingers, palms down, and the joints of his four fingers slammed on the table, and Nietzsche almost jumped up.