"Your Majesty!", Spike was not chained to the execution rack, the room had a bed, a desk and a chair, and washing equipment fixed to the walls and floor, and he was doing well here, at least for now, without any harm.

As soon as the door opened, Spike stood up, unsure of what he was up against. Good or bad. If ten years ago, no, five years ago, it didn't matter if he did these things, the aristocratic girl would be the aristocratic girl, and they would all be dead anyway, with his identity and status, he could completely use the death order to solve the nirvana situation. But five years later, this year, the death penalty was abolished by the Empress of Pars herself, and the immunity was invalid against murder between nobles, which meant that he had to bear the horrific charge of brutally killing three ignorant aristocratic maidens.

Until this moment, he believed that he was framed and wronged. He didn't do anything so horrible at all, he just hung the noble maidens, whipped them, or pierced their skin with needles, and made them feel a little uncomfortable. He has enough wisdom and reason to restrain his behavior, and in his opinion, the private life of the aristocracy is originally erosive, but it is just a stimulating play, and it is enough to apologize.

Indeed, if those maidens had not died, in his capacity as the heir to the next golden noble, an apology would have been enough to express his consolation for the misfortune of the maidens. It is more likely that those girls will never know for the rest of their lives who treated them so cruelly because they were blindfolded.

It's a pity that when a person dies, it is not necessarily what he did, but he has to bear the consequences, and at the same time he is afraid and uneasy, but also has a hatred. If he knew who was the real murderer who framed him, he vowed to kill him.

But it's a pity that he will never know in his life that the emperor in front of him is the real mastermind behind the scenes.

A new alchemical potion that was mixed with lust and fury potions in Spylko's drink through a small means, and was said to be mixed with some orc essence blood. Whatever the ingredients of this thing are, it has made a contribution.

Facing Wren, Spielko's lips trembled slightly, he didn't know what Wren's appearance at this time meant. When a person loses his cool and loses the environment in which he can feel safe, emotion often overpowers reason, making people cranky.

Wren sat casually on the only chair in the room, he looked at Spielco, "They all said you killed those three innocent girls, do you think it was your hand?", Spike shook his head, it was definitely not his hand, Wren continued as if he didn't see it: "You are a smart person, you should also understand that in fact, many times the real truth is not the truth we need, because the truth should be reasonable, so that people can accept such facts." ”

"It doesn't matter if you kill or not, the important thing is that the truth requires you to become a brutal abuser, and only this kind of result is what everyone likes to see. ”

"Maybe you don't know ...... yet", Wren looked around at the cold walls, he retracted his gaze and laughed, "Your grandfather, the old tyrant who always craned his neck at critical moments and didn't have the guts of a tyrant at all, has ordered you to be removed from the family tree of the Cabo Field, and now you are a free man, not even a nobleman. ”

Spielko's eyes suddenly widened, almost coming out of their sockets, and he staggered back a few steps in despair, and sat down on the bed. Godless eyes stared at the ceiling without focus, and his lips trembled and kept repeating the word "impossible", the news sent by Wren was too big a blow for him! Once he lost the tiger skin of the Capofield family, he would have nothing, including his life.

This was different from what he had expected, as the heir of the next generation, shouldn't the family come to his rescue? The Kabofil family has nothing but children, and each male member gives birth to a large number of offspring like a seeding machine. With so many descendants, the Capofield family could have become more rigorous in their selection of heirs.

After all, it's not a big deal to die one or two, not to mention that Spike has something to do with the murder of nobles. At this time, the political pattern of the imperial capital has already undergone tremendous changes, not to mention that the nobles can show their teeth and claws unscrupulously, even the golden nobles have to clamp their tails and be people.

Wren is not Pars, Alcania is not Orlando, under the rule of Wren, an unreasonable and unruly emperor, as long as he catches the handle, even if he does not die, he will shed his skin. In order to clear Specco's relationship with the family as much as possible, the old tyrant very decisively cut off the last trace of possibility and kicked Specco out of the family completely. He even condemned Spielco's actions and his brutal temperament at a dinner party, arguing that such a person should be executed immediately in order to bring some relief to the victims' families.

If the old tyrant's decisive choice really touched Wren a little, the temptation of profit to all intelligent beings is too great, even more than family affection and faith! He couldn't help but think of the child in the ice nest, if he had only three minutes left to live, he had to face the choice of death or the death of his own child? He didn't know, and he didn't want to continue thinking about it.

Spielco looked at Wren almost desperately, his lips squirming but not knowing what to say, but Wren saw through his thoughts, "I want to ask if I still have a chance?"

What chances?

Of course, it's a chance to live, even the little animals and bugs without intelligence are eager to continue life, let alone humans with complex thoughts? Spinko doesn't want to die, he's still young, and good days await him. Even if he loses his status as a nobleman, as long as he can live, he is already the greatest luck. So, he wanted to ask Wren if he had a chance to live.

It's a pity, Wren shook his head, "You have to die, people need justice, the families of the victims need compensation, and your death is the greatest gift to this world." Of course, although you are dead, you have another chance, a chance to repay your family. ”

"I know that the Cabo Fields operate some things in their territory that should not belong to you, and I even know that there are many things that flow into the Byron Empire under your privileged care. I need proof, I need someone to make an opening, and you're the best person!"

Spielko suddenly laughed, very gloomy, his slightly squinted eyes full of murderous luster as he looked at Wren. It is a well-known secret that Wren cannot practice magic or martial arts, and as for the rumors that he is actually very powerful, it is just a rumor, and not many people can prove it. Moreover, rumors still spread in Wren's coming-of-age ceremony, the coming-of-age ceremony of the nobles is always full of all kinds of wonderful rumors, and there are even some nobles who have spread the ridiculous claim that they killed the dragon at the coming-of-age ceremony, which is not worth believing.

But he's a fourth-level knight, and he's much stronger than Wren. His Majesty the Emperor seemed to Spike to be too careless, and he felt too good about himself, wasn't he afraid that he would kidnap him and escape?

Then when Spike was about to make a move, Wren fell on him with a sneering look in his indifference, and he instantly felt cold all over his body, and he didn't dare to make a move. He was ashamed of himself, ashamed of his cowardice and withdrawal.

"With me, you may be able to wait underground for your people to come and meet you. But if you don't cooperate with me, then it's not a fun thing to do, and believe what I say, I'm never a lie. Wren seemed to have seen through Spielco's thoughts, gave him a small warning, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Come on, let's finish the last item!"

Speco slowly stood up and took two steps towards the table, when suddenly two drops of bright red blood appeared on the ground, his teeth had cut most of his lips, and his eyes were full of determination with his head down, and he pounced on Wren. Even if he dies, he has to fight one last time!

As expected, Wren didn't even move, a sudden force tore through the hard stone slab, and a thorn slammed into Spielko's body, sending him backwards and slamming against the wall, waiting for more than two seconds before slowly sliding down. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't hurt, and several of his bones might have been broken, but Wren didn't seem to let him go so easily, he walked up to Spangelco, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him to the edge of the table like a dead dog.

"Do as I say, and you will die a happy death, or I will make you struggle between death and survival for months before dying in desperate agony!", he took a pen from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and took some paper from the drawer of the table, "Write now, my patience is limited!"

With a trembling hand, Spike picked up Wren's filigree pen and wrote down all his hatred and despair.

The moment he finished writing, Wren's palm passed through his chest, squeezing his heart inside him. A large amount of heat poured down Spielco's body into him, and he almost moaned.

After a while, the heat flow gradually stopped, and Wren glanced at Spielco, who had lost his vital signs and even his body was starting to get colder, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on his palms and wrists, and walked away without looking back.

Less than half an hour after Wren left, a terrifying rumor circulated in the imperial capital.

It is said that Spike of the Capofield family had committed suicide in fear of sin, and before he committed suicide, he seemed to have been inspired by the God of Father and the God of Light, and not only wrote down the process of his crime, but also wrote down some secrets he knew about the Capofield family. At the end of his suicide note, he wrote that he had woken up from the chaos of the past, and he also knew the unforgivable mistakes he had made, and hoped to use his death to comfort the victim's family, and also hoped that his death could redeem more people.

Including the Capoff family!

When the old tyrant learned of this, he was furious, broke off his favorite rod of civilization, and walked around the house. It was indeed his decision to expel Speyerco, and he did not believe he had done anything wrong. He gave an explanation to the public, and also gave His Majesty Wren and the Ministry of Security enough face, as long as they executed Spike according to the laws of the nobility, then it would be a happy situation.

But he didn't expect that as a destroyer of order, Wren obviously didn't plan to finish like this, or that he didn't plan to do things according to the rules agreed upon by the nobles.

The old tyrant is most desperate to know how many family secrets that little bastard has betrayed.

Spielco's suicide in fear of crime also put more pressure on the person in charge, and even the next leader of the golden aristocracy said that he would kill him, and what else was there to be reserved about a dog leg like him, so he said what he should say and what he shouldn't say.

At the moment when the tsunami set off, Wren left the imperial capital and was going on a pilgrimage to Sunset City.

When Wren got out of the carriage a kilometer away from Sunset City, took off his elaborate robes, changed into pure white monk's robes, and walked barefoot to Sunset City step by step on the white stone slabs, the entire Sunset City was boiling. The Great Blessing Technique, the Great Prayer Divine Word, the Great Blessing Technique and other high-level group magic techniques do not need money to fall from the sky, and white elves and angels can be faintly seen hovering in the sky above Sunset City in the Sanskrit chanting.

The choir's crystal clear voice pierced the whole world, and the brilliant sound brought tears to the eyes of many believers. Sixteen cardinals lined up outside the gates of Sunset City to welcome the Pope, all eagerly awaiting, hoping to be the first to see the Pope.

"It's a bit awkward!", Wren smiled and nodded like believers on both sides of the road, and the corner of Hetra's eye, who was slightly behind him a position earlier, twitched. I'm afraid that in the whole world, only a pope like Wren will have such feelings about Sunset City's "Road of Glory".

This journey was extremely slow, and if it weren't for the Templars who maintained order, I am afraid that Rennes and Haitra would have been surrounded by people long ago, and it would be difficult to move an inch.

But even this still slowed down Wren's speed a lot.

One kilometer, one kilometer, two thousand five hundred steps, but it took almost three hours.

Believers from all over the empire chanted his name fanatically, which also made him more determined to strengthen his rule with faith.

"May God the Father and God of Light be with you!"