The heavy door opened again, and Blair frowned slightly as he looked at the dead corpse inside, and then looked away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoA dead man, a dead Basra, is no different to him or to the mainstream Desi of the empire than a dead cat or a puppy. There was once a wild imperial nobleman who drank too much wine at a banquet and was so drunk that he said out loud and appalling things like "all races are walking beasts except the Desi."

Later, Orlando III laughed and scolded him for his bastard remarks, but all the nobles, including the ordinary Desi commoners, privately felt that the nobleman was not wrong, and that the walking beasts only looked like people. Throughout Orlando, there is a peculiar racial sentiment that only the Desi are noble, noble, and protected. As for the others...... , just look at the situation of the Basra people in Ilwolf, it is better to say that it is a Basra reserve, or it is better to say that it is a Basra safari.

The Basra were assigned to live in a specific place and had to work in a specific profession, and any crossing of the line was met with attacks from the Desi as well as from the Basra camp.

If you think about it, aren't they just monkeys in a safari park, living in relative freedom, maintaining a fragile relationship between animals and people.

Wren stepped out of the gate in the wind, he paused in his steps, touched a cool spot on the side of his nose, and raised his hand to his eyes, a scarlet dry blood. He flicked his fingers and pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.

"Have someone clean up the contents and destroy everything. The handkerchief that had only been used once was casually discarded by him, and his expression was extraordinarily calm, as if killing a traveler from the same place with his own hands was not worth his emotional fluctuations as killing a native, "Take me to meet our Mr. Molten Gold, I think he should have something to say to me." ”

Walking in the sunshine and bathed in the light, every step of Rennes is like stepping on the stairs to the sky. The farther he went, the more he was enveloped in light. Until the end of the road, he didn't look back, and looked at Yang Kai again.

In this world, it is enough to have me!

Even one more person is superfluous. I will conquer this world with the sacred blood of the Orlando gold nobles and the souls of earthlings. Whether it's you or anyone else, just watch. Look at me, step by step trample the whole world under your feet, let all the nations sing praises for me, and let all the unsubordinate blood flow into a river.

In the end, from Yang Kai's dull eyes, Ren's shadow could no longer be seen, his chest collapsed slightly, and the last mouthful of turbid gas full of fishy smell sprayed out of his nasal cavity, stirring up a small pinch of dust, and the dust settled again in less than a moment. Just as when he came, from death, now it is time to return, from death, leaving no trace of existence, no one will think of him, remember him, like a speck of dust on this earth, may fly with the footsteps of giants, but there will always be a time to fall.

Wren seems to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact, there are still some fluctuations in his heart. Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festive season, a lonely soul wandering in this strange and dangerous world, for the traveler from the same place, he is happy. But his intellect told him that he should put an end to all dangers, and not let them swell and grow. If he is immature, if he is just a simple and ordinary person, he may choose another path.

But he is not, his special identity and bloodline, and special status are destined for him to embark on an unprecedented, murderous road everywhere. On this road, he can't make a single mistake, even a small mistake that is inconspicuous can make his soul fly.

Hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, puffed his cheeks slightly, released all the negative emotions, took a deep breath to calm all the fluctuations, and he turned back into that person, a golden nobleman named Wren.

When he saw Molten Gold again, the alchemist obviously didn't give Wren any good looks, he came here with Wren because of the threat of death, and deep down, he was unwilling to serve someone like Wren. Like his inexplicable pride, he maintains an inexplicable persistence.

"Mr. Gail, I hear you're not very cooperative with our work?", Wren walked into the small courtyard specially prepared for Gail, Gale sat on a chaise longue, basking in the sun under the grape trellis, looked up at Wren, and turned his head.

Wren didn't care, he walked over to Gale and flipped through the books he had read, some of the alchemists' codex, some historical essays, and two knightly novels. Sensing Wren's impolite behavior, Gail snorted coldly and rolled his eyes.

Wren was still smiling, pulled a chair and sat aside, crossed Erlang's legs, folded his hands on his knees, rubbed the brass ring of his middle finger, and looked at Gale with a smile, "Sir, do you know? On the day I invited you to Ortrenburg, I had just had 30,000 unarmed workers slaughtered. He opened his mouth, and a strong bloody breath came to his face, causing Gale to choke on a cold snort that wanted to express his disdain.

"You are actually not as important to me as you think. I have never been in the arms industry, I have no interest in metal resources, and I have not even had any real contact with a company like Decoschmann in my business. If you are a master farmer, or an alchemist like the Master of Gear, or if you are a pharmacist, I will respect you because I need this knowledge. Wren shrugged his shoulders and showed a very helpless expression, "But you see, your knowledge of a metal master has no effect on me, so my patience is extremely limited." ”

His smile did not cool in the slightest, he was still enthusiastic, and the words he said were missing the cold wind like a sickle in the cold winter, which made Gail's face gradually lose his calmness, "I'm different from other people, you may learn soon." If I had a treasure that meant nothing to me, but was of great use to someone else, I wouldn't think about exchanging anything with him, and I would destroy it with my own hands. No matter what the circumstances, I am willing to suffer the loss myself, and there will be no situation of any rival!"

"Although you are a titled alchemist, although you have a reputation in Orlando and the entire continent, perhaps you have an amazing wealth ...... hidden in your head. Wren laughed a few times, revealing his white teeth, making Gale turn his head and not look again, his heart was beating fast, his face was red and palpitating, and his trembling hand held a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wren obviously didn't threaten him, but he didn't know why he was nervous, and his whole body was tense, as if he was being targeted by some kind of monster, and he could die at any time.

"If all this is not for me, then I have to destroy you completely, both physically and mentally. Wren breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and bowed slightly, this can be regarded as a tribute to Gail's title, a tribute to the academic respect of the first person in a certain field in the entire continent, not Gail himself, the little old man is not worthy of his salute. "I look forward to working with you, I think you will figure it out soon, and if you do, you can send a servant to contact me. ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, and held up a finger, "I almost forgot, do you know? De Coschmann's second steward coerced the Silver Fox Sean into a rebellion in Veneer, and they killed Lord Angelo, and designated it all to do with you. ”

Gail's face turned pale, and he squeezed a syllable out of his throat, "!"

He is a titled alchemist, the smartest and most thoughtful man in a certain field in this world. Such people may show some signs of being mentally handicapped in their daily lives, but that doesn't mean they're really mentally handicapped. They just put more effort into their own areas of research, thus closing some of the windows that might affect them. Wren's words made him think about why De Koschmann's men wanted to encourage Sean to launch a rebellion after he was taken away by Wren? The old man was on the tip of the bull's horns at this time, and he thought that this was De Koschmann forcing Wren to make a choice, either to kill him and firmly deny his existence, or to let him go and hand him over to De Koschmann.

Either way, Gail was unwilling to bear it.

The first lost their lives, the second lost their freedom.

The corners of Wren's mouth were slightly raised, Gale was indeed unbeatable in the field of metallurgy, but in politics he was a schoolboy. The reason why he is said to be a primary school student is because his age and experience have allowed him to get rid of the most primitive impulses, and he has begun to learn to weigh and choose, but that is the end of it. The smoke bombs released by De Coschmann could not confuse many of the real high-level, and people of the rank of Imperial Chancellor and Imperial Marshal could see through their little tricks at a glance.

However, I have to say that this excuse is excellent, at least it can give them a reason to get involved in this matter.

After all, an alchemist involved in top-secret information was caught by Wren, and the aristocratic group behind De Kohiman always had to show something, didn't it?

As for their true purpose, Wren still couldn't figure it out. The province of Bell is not strategically important, and the only place that can be called a strategic place is Ortlenburg, which clamps down on the Weimar corridor. But it is clear that De Koschmann will never dare to touch Ortlenburg, because once they move this place, it means that De Koschmann and the noble group have committed treason, and it is not a trivial matter such as killing a lord and occupying a city.

So what exactly is their purpose?

Wren's eyes swirled, sparkling. (To be continued.) )