The aristocracy's rule of survival is like pumping blocks, everyone is thinking about their own interests, and then pulling out the piece they want the most from the pile of blocks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut when the stacked blocks are crumbling and any of them will collapse, the nobles will contribute their strength to maintain the stability of the blocks.

It is difficult to extract many large wooden blocks, because this involves the problem of multiple fulcrums, and if you want to extract such large wooden blocks, you need to cooperate with many parties, which is the fornication in politics.

To put it nicely, it's called trading.

Everyone's purpose is the same, to get the most blocks while maintaining the stability of the blocks. Today I helped you with a fulcrum problem in the process of extracting large wooden blocks, so you should also help me the next time I need it. This is a rule that does not need to be written down, and it is also a sign of the ugliest and most holy thing in the world - politics.

Wren voted in favor of Randolph's proposal, and he helped Randolph, Gavin, and the Empire's greatest ruler, Empress Pars. Then for this, he should be compensated and rewarded, which can also be said to be the essence left after fornication, a kind of political bargaining chip.

Now Wren has made an offer, Gamwen only has two choices, the first is to fulfill Wren's request in return, of course, this is also a not easy thing to solve, agreeing to Wren's request means that the royal family loses part of the initiative, but if he doesn't agree to him, the ghost knows if this guy will do something bad in the future.

Second, there is a bottom-line bargain, which may make Wren feel that Gampon and Queen Pars are stingy people, and at least a large part of the risk can be avoided. At the same time, it is impossible not to do it, which involves the issue of integrity. Politicians need integrity to decorate their profession more than businessmen, and once the foundation of integrity is destroyed, when they promise again in the future, others will hesitate and even choose to believe.

Therefore, when Wren made this request, it also meant that Gamwen, and the final decision of Empress Pars, could no longer seek more price differences, and could only fulfill Wren's request.

This is also one of the reasons why Gan Wen is jealous of Wren, because Wren, a young guy, really doesn't want any face at all. He is a pure pragmatist, as long as it is beneficial to him, he can open his mouth and make his own demands without any scruples, instead of being like some high-sounding hypocrites, who always have to go around in circles and end up with a dumb loss.

Wren's political vision and aggressiveness make him particularly dangerous, which Gampon has long felt.

He smiled and rubbed his stomach with an exaggerated expression, "I'm extremely hungry, how is it, Count Rennes, would you be interested in eating something with me?"

Eating something, rather than going to his house to eat, has a very different deeper meaning. If Gampon invites Wren to his house for dinner, it shows that Wren's request is completely reasonable and he will do his best. Eating a little bit of food means that these things are still changing.

Politicians always like to use something that is too ordinary in daily life to metaphorize certain things and give certain answers. It doesn't hurt your face, and it doesn't leave any leverage.

Wren shook his head, "Forget it, there are already people waiting for me at home!"

Look, just like the simplest and most ordinary dialogues in daily life, but there are deep political questions and answers, and the political circle is not something that anyone can enter, nor can they easily leave after entering.

Either you will succeed and retire, or you will be crushed, and there is no third way to go.

At Gampon's signal, his groom came over with a top hat and a staff of civilization, and Gampin put the hat on his head, tidied up his clothes, held the staff of civilization tightly, and said to Wren with a smile: "I wish you a good night." ”

Wren waved his hand, "Good night." ”

Watching Gampon's carriage fade away and disappear from view, Wren withdrew his gaze, shook his head thoughtfully, smiled, held the handrail on the carriage door, and stepped into the carriage - home.

It was a night that would have kept many people tossing and turning, and the advent of immunity and the opening of privileges held by the nobility to a certain subset of commoners meant that the political system of the empire was quietly changing. From the current point of view, this change seems to be beneficial to parliamentarians and those who hold power, but it cannot be ruled out that it may also be a trap and a pitfall.

Randolph's reply paints a picture so perfect that many people unwittingly step on the sky he describes. Whether it will actually be as he says it will be remains to be seen, but for now, this is definitely not a plan that has been conceived in the head.

When Wren returned home, Phoncos had a new dinner made, all of which Wren liked to eat. Aphro and the Great Witch Festival sat at the table, and the Great Witch Festival was a little restless compared to Afro's calmness. From time to time, he looked at Wren as if he was looking at some kind of terrifying beast, his eyes were dodgy, and he didn't dare to stay too long on Wren.

It was this guy who made Heiman suffer heavy losses, and also made Heiman have to bow to him.

"This time we would like to thank you for your generosity in reaching out to our people, otherwise I would not even dare to think about the consequences. Aphro glanced at the Great Witch Priest and was the first to speak this opening sentence, "Your Excellency and I represent the entire Black Barbarian and surrender to you. From today onwards, you are the well-deserved king of the Black Barbarians. ”

Wren put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin and dipped the gravy on his lips, he shook his fingers, "My dear, you are wrong about one thing, you are not submitting to me as an independent natural person, you are submitting to the entire empire, a civilized society, and an advanced system. And I mean that!", a momentum rose in Wren at this time that made people have to bow their heads, "and I think the word surrender does not apply very well to my relationship with you, it should be a kind of cooperation that is not very reciprocal, I like this word." ”

Wren pushed away the knife, fork, and plate in front of him, signaling that his meal was over, and the rough servant quickly took everything from the table. These uneaten leftovers of food will become the supper of the night shift in the manor.

"How many people are there now?"

The wrinkles on the Great Witch Priest's face were layered, making the tattoos on his face messy and a little weird. He thought about it, crossed his fingers and counted it, and finally gave an answer that surprised Wren a little, "There are more than 900,000 people." He had a sad expression on his face, and the sadness in his eyes kept flashing. The number of confirmed barbarians in the Salme Mountains was once more than four million, but now there are fewer than a million.

Of the more than three million people who disappeared, nearly seventy percent died of the explosive plague, and the rest became the prey of the Desi in the killing order.

Wren was stunned and leaned back in his chair with a smile, "It's a lot more than I thought." Aphro and the Great Witch Priest didn't know why, the two looked at each other, and did not express their opinion, Wren continued: "I thought that you black barbarians would hold on to their bones and not choose to compromise until the population of three and a half hundred thousand people, so it seems that you are much smarter than our assessment of you. This 100...... 900,000 people...... Let's count a million people, are they all young adults?"

Aphro nodded, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled were the first to die, and the first to be infected when the plague broke out. In fact, it is impossible to say that there are no old, weak, sick and disabled at all, but there are still old, weak, sick and disabled people in the Salme Mountains, and the population is not very large, about less than 100,000 people. These people often live in relatively isolated large tribes, and live strictly according to Aphro's requirements, which allows them to save a life.

Whether it is a million or 900,000, it is better to treat only 700,000 young and strong people as if they were left, and they are all elite mountain warriors who can directly enter the battle. The women of the barbarians also possessed the ability to fight, and when the number of men in a tribe decreased significantly, the women would take up arms and exercise the power of the men.

"Since we have said it, from today onwards, we are a family. I will restrain the slave traders and forbid them to enter the Salmy Mountains. If you find a slave catcher, you can either resist directly or ask for help from the Ortlenburg side. Since it is a family, I will not talk about two families, and now there are two things that need to be done by you. Wren didn't care whether the two agreed with this statement or not, and said directly, "The first thing is to open a road from the direction of Ortlenburg to the ice field in the interior of the Salme Mountains, and the terrain should be easy to walk, not over the mountains." ”

"Second, I need you to recruit 50,000 of the strongest black barbarians to learn combat skills and the art of war. I will arrange for some reliable people to go into the Salme Mountains to help you train your soldiers, and I will provide you with all the food and drink, including the food and drink of these soldiers. But I need to put the nasty words first, and if something happens, don't blame me for being ruthless and leaving no room for things. ”

At this time, the Great Witch Priest nodded, and there was no other way to consider.

As for where, how, and when the trained soldiers were used, he didn't even have the heart to ask more. Since he and Aphro confessed to surrendering, the blackbarians have lost their proud pride and become "laymen".

In the face of a nobleman like Wren, who is powerful among the Desi, a butcher who can create a plague with impunity, the Great Witch Priest doesn't even have the power to say no!

Does he dare to say it?

He didn't dare!

He was afraid that Ren would have another plague or contagion, and the entire black barbarian would be completely wiped out.

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