After a week of fermentation, news of the Balatan revolt finally reached Ortlenburg with the flow of merchants. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Regarding the vigilance of some businessmen, Wren gave a different attitude. Rather than forbidding people to discuss it, Alma stirred up a wave of discussion among the common people, allowing people to compare their past and present lives and to deeply feel the rapid changes in Ortlenburg.

To put it bluntly, it is a bittersweet memory.

As a traverser, an office newspaper reader, he knows very well that public opinion cannot be blocked, and since it cannot be completely blocked, it is better to take the initiative to guide public opinion and lead in a direction that is beneficial to his rule. This method was very effective, and people did not discuss how cruel and unkind the city lord was in their leisure time from work and life, but sang praises to the city lord's mansion headed by Wren. No one is stupid, even a real fool can tell who is good for themselves and who is bad for themselves.

When you think about the past, there was despair in this sewage-ridden city full of excrement and corpses, and people had no illusions about tomorrow because they knew that there would be no tomorrow here. Everyone is as insensitive as a walking corpse, whether in the face of crime, killing, or oppression. In order to live, for a negligible salary, there is nothing that cannot be sold, dignity, decency, body, as long as it can be exchanged for money, there is nothing that cannot be sold.

Think about the past, wives and daughters had to stand on the streets waiting for other men to choose, and men had to kneel on the ground and be hired by merchants like cattle.

Nowadays, people have jobs, they can fill their stomachs, and they can even accumulate some wealth for a rainy day. The generous lord of the city even brought in a priest to provide free treatment and medical treatment to the people of Oltronburg, and the lord of the city also founded a school to provide opportunities and ways for all people of Oltronburg to learn knowledge for free. The constant influx of merchants made the city richer and made their lives more dignified and dignified.

In the face of such a city lord who sincerely sacrifices for the city and the people in this city, who dares to say bad things about him? If someone says that Wren is not good, I am afraid that he will soon be beaten to death in the streets, these seemingly amiable men are not vegetarians, and they do not allow the people they respect and worship to be slandered by anyone or anything. For this, they can give their lives to defend the dignity of the city lord.

It's been almost a month since I left Ortlenburg, and there are a lot of things backlogged for Rennes to deal with, first of all, the financial matters, payments and income, no, no income. Until now, Ortlenburg strictly speaking, was not a copper plate income, of course this refers to written income. But even if there is, Wren dares not to pay, and the golden nobles have this confidence. Richard held a pile of papers, explaining to Wren what materials were not enough and that another batch had been entered, that some workers had been injured on the job, that a batch of medical bills had been paid, and that the city's greenery and aesthetics needed to be maintained, and that it had cost as a result.

All in all, I only saw the outgoing account, not the incoming account. But Wren didn't care about this, because the real big head was still to come.

It was only the beginning of spring, and many caravans were not yet operational, and when trade began normally, the financial problems could be greatly alleviated.

Speaking of trade, Harvey also hurriedly waited outside the city lord's mansion early in the morning, and after taking care of Richard's affairs, Vonkos took Harvey into the study. Harvey looked at Wren with envy and awe in his eyes, as one of the three largest slave traders in the southeastern part of the empire, his news channels were also very extensive. He heard from somewhere that at this coronation ceremony, Wren also sat on the seven chairs of the arch throne, and he suddenly became more interested in Wren.

That's the position that only the top nobles can sit, don't look at Wren is down now, as long as he has the opportunity to rise, at that time, the stinky feet who want to hold Wren don't have this opportunity - there are more nobles in front of him who are rushing to break their heads.

"How did you get out of this outing?", Wren flipped through the papers, didn't raise his head, and asked casually.

Wren didn't look at Harvey, but Harvey didn't dare to behave casually, so he quickly pouted his ass and bent over, sneering on his face, "The harvest is really too great!"

Wren was stunned for a moment, put down the documents in his hand, raised his head, examined Harvey's expression, and nodded with a smile after a while, "Yes, it's good to have a harvest, remember to send the money over after the things are sold, this year's finances are a little tight, and many projects are waiting for Mai Ren to get out of the pot." He paused, "Go back and draw two hundred slaves, and I'm going to build a house in the back garden." ”

"No problem, you can send people in the afternoon, and make sure that everyone is honest and obedient. Harvey nodded, more and more respectful.

Wren looked at him, and saw that Harvey was a little hairy, and then he said, "Is there something wrong with you? ”

Harvey gave a thumbs up and smiled, "You're so right, I do have something." We caught a big guy this time, and the person has already brought it, and we have discussed it and decided to sacrifice her to you. ”

"She?", Wren pointed to the table with his index finger, rattling, "A woman?", he smiled dumbly, and waved his hand again and again, "Don't, I understand your kindness, but you can also see it, I don't lack women, and I don't like to work on women's bellies." ”

Harvey complimented, "You are really a model of aristocrats. He rolled his eyes and moved closer, knowing that he didn't need to lower his voice, but he still lowered his voice, "This time we caught the holy woman of the black barbarian!"

Saint?

Wren was a little puzzled, "Savages also have saints?"

"Why not?", this sentence blurted out, and after saying it, Harvey regretted it, and the rhetorical question would make people think that his attitude and position were too tough, so he immediately added, "Of course there is! And this saint is different, other blacks are black, this saint is white." ”

He speaks of people, but that attitude is not about people, but about animals, or something. In the eyes of people like Harvey, there are only three kinds of people in this world, the first is someone like Wren who can't afford to offend and needs him to stammer, the second is similar to himself and can shake his face, and the third is weaker than himself and can be bullied. As for slaves, they're not human, they're just animals that look like people.

"It's strange, show me. Ignoring Harvey's inexplicable thoughts, Wren was still a little curious about the saint.

Soon the saint came, dressed in decent clothes, with the wrists of her hands and the ankles of her feet shackled in sackcloth, and she had to pause a little with every step.

The saint had long pure white hair that dragged down to her hips, and her body was as white as snow, without a trace of other variegation. The skin is thin like a cicada's wings, and you can see those capillaries through the skin. She looks very pure, her chin is slightly pointed, her facial features are natural, there is nothing special when you look at it alone, but when you put it together, there is one word - pure! The figure is okay, the chest is not very full, but it is enough to satisfy the desire of a man to hold it, her legs are slender and round, she is a very special, very pure girl.

The girl had a pair of silver eyes, and when she looked at Wren, there was only endless calm and indifference, as if she did not feel sad and angry because she was captured and enslaved. If she had something more human, Wren might not be interested, what is there to look good about an albino, and being beautiful is just like that. But the temperament and attitude she is showing now makes Wren curious. You must know that being a slave means that your fate is doomed to be tragic, and almost no one can maintain this normal mind.

Raising his hand slightly and waving, "untie", Harvey took out two keys and untied the shackles of the saint and threw them aside. He smiled and bowed, and before Wren could speak, he withdrew and closed the door.

This guy!

Wren laughed and cursed, almost everyone thought of him as a pervert, and they all wanted to stuff women into his arms, Alma was like this before, and now Harvey is like this, and even Alma stuffed a man over to satisfy Wren's possible special fetishes. Thinking of Vonkos, the corners of Wren's mouth twitched twice, that slut.

He raised his hand and pointed to the sofa next to him, "Sit down." ”

The saint was not polite, Shi Shiran sat down, put her legs together, put her hands on the armrests, and looked at Wren quietly.

"What's your name?"

The saint spat out a series of complex syllables, and Wren frowned, "Say something I can understand, so we can't communicate." ”

"Aphro, my name translates to a long one, meaning the daughter of heaven, carrying the glory and the future. Avro's voice was beautiful and ethereal, which made Wren think of the word "fireworks that don't eat the world" in an instant.

He asked with great interest, "Why are you so calm? Don't you feel afraid? After all, you became a slave and experienced death." ”

Afro still didn't care about everything, and her expression didn't even change, and she asked rhetorically, "I've been through so many lives and deaths, why should I be afraid, why can't I stay calm?"

Wren thought for a moment, "What you said makes a lot of sense, so do you think I should keep you, or let you go somewhere else?"

Aphro replied, "I am destined, and I will be where I should be, far from where I should not be." If I should be here, even if you send me away, eventually I'll be back. If I wasn't supposed to be here, you force me to stay, and eventually I'll leave. ”

"If that's the case, then we won't be able to talk properly. Wren's interest was consumed by a few words from Aphro, he picked up the bell on the table and shook it, and Funcos pushed the door in, "Arrange a room for her and do whatever she wants." ”

Aphro slowly stood up, glanced at Wren, and turned to follow Vonkos out of the study.

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There's also a chapter.,It's being coded.,I'll upload it later.。