Fleeing alone is not the same as fleeing in a group of people, if there are more people, the more resources can be used, and the more preparations there are for fleeing. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Andorra lost to this group of frog companions who had been boiled in warm water, and he was not wronged when he lost? You know there's a cliff in front of you, and sometimes you can't jump off it with your eyes closed. Sometimes you know it's an opportunity, but you can't reach out.

Wren smiled at Andorra's answer, and he pondered for a moment, "I invited you here today because I need to inform you about something. ”

Except for Andorra, everyone else showed a flattering smile, and some people made exaggerated promises that as long as they had it, as long as they could do it, the lord of the city said. Their current safety is all decided by Wren's word, what else is there to hide?

Wren smiled and nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the positive loyalty of these people, he raised his hand and flicked his fingers, the slender fingers popped out an arc, and the cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes, "Then please lend me your head!" As he spoke, he stood up, looking at these high-level leaders of the Self-Help Association who had been shocked to the point of losing consciousness, sneered shamelessly, Self-Help Society?

"Give them to Kent, Kent knows how to do it!"

Early the next morning, Wren's carriage left Ortrenburg in the direction of Veneer, and the rest of the work was arranged for him by Ogles and Sarcomo, and he did not need to bother further. Moreover, at this time, it is better for him to avoid the workers' party that is about to be established for the time being. Just as the aristocratic ladies favored chivalric novels, there was always a broad market for conspiracy theories among the plebeian class. No matter what the nobles did, the commoners would feel that there must be a big article and a big conspiracy in it.

Instead of putting yourself on the cusp, take a step back.

Veneer and Ortlenburg are east and west, respectively in the westernmost and easternmost part of the province of Bell, and Wren's carriage will rush to the west of the city to turn into the Tulum border by water, and turn back to the north, which will take about two and a half days to reach Veneer, which is nearly two days faster than the overland route.

Along the way, Yelvina is like a curious baby, perhaps relying on the intimate contact between her and Wren, and has been asking Wren for advice on how to manage the fiefdom and rule her people.

This is a university question, and it is definitely not something that can be explained in a few words. Yelvina's family does not have this background, even if there are some allies in the imperial capital, but these allies will not easily teach her these seemingly simple things that are actually related to the future fate of a family for no reason. You must know that in this world, any behavior will have a very clear purpose, this purpose may be visible at a glance, or hidden from being discovered, and eventually all actions and means will be exposed.

Yelvina's family has nothing of value, of course, this is relative to those nobles, perhaps the only thing that can be worth a little money, is Yelvina person, and her family's fiefdom. She would not use herself and the fief as a bargaining chip, and seeing Wren's authority in Ortrenburg made her mind hit Wren. Otherwise, why would she ask a guy who hasn't yet had a rite of passage? and give something!

"If you want your people to respect you, you have to do two things. Lying on the soft slump in the cabin, Yelvina rode on Wren's waist with silky eyes. The wind outside the cabin had frozen a thin layer of ice on the muddy junction of the river, but it was as warm as spring in the cabin. Wren closed his eyes slightly, stretched out two fingers with a look of enjoyment, and Yervina's not too violent movements stopped, he had to continue with a smile: "The first thing is to make your people understand that they obey you, respect you, and worship you, not for you and your family, but for themselves. ”

"The second point is that you have to set a series of rules and follow them yourself. Even if you're unwilling to comply, don't let others know that you've broken the rules you've made. ”

The sound of the water made the guards on duty outside the cabin blush and their hearts beat, and while looking forward to the beauty of the room, they also felt that it was an offense to the head of the house. The contradictory psychology is entangled, which makes them very embarrassed at this time.

"Why do the people of Ortrenburg respect me? Actually, to put it bluntly, it is a very simple thing, they live in hell, and I have pulled them out of hell into heaven with my own hands. At the same time, I also made them understand that without me, they are nothing, nothing. Wren's tone was deep, this was a very serious topic after all, "If you put aside the protective hearts of any Ortlenburgers, in fact, they are also selfish. They weren't really willing to face any danger and death for a nobleman like me, but they had to do it, why? because they had to protect their happiness by preserving my position and safety, and fulfilling my desires. ”

"But they don't know about themselves, people are good at deceiving themselves, I just need to instill in them something simple, and they will find a reason to hide their selfishness. Dear Yelvina, this is the essence of man. In essence, we nobles, commoners, and untouchables are indistinguishable, and we are all selfish creatures. ”

"The second point you should have seen this time is that Cooper and Richard have broken my rules, so whatever credit they have done, I will let their blood serve as a wake-up call to everyone. Rules are rules, no one wants to step on the line and be safe. When they are faced with this incarnation, Cooper and Richard serve as role models to warn them not to do what they can't do. ”

Yelvina listened attentively, she had never heard of these truths, and the education of the nobility had always been a big problem. The scholars despised the nobility and aspired to be noble, and they always reiterated that the aristocracy should enslave the commoners with strict class and privilege, and paralyze the minds of the commoners with blood and punishment, and turn them into soulless lambs.

This is the most unsuccessful form of rule, and it may be possible to rule in a smooth sailing manner, but in the event of twists and turns and adversity, it is their people who abandon them first.

She listened attentively, and she was also engrossed, and she still needed to think. At this moment, there was a sudden snap, and Wren slapped her on the ass, "Get moving, ma'am!"

Yelvina bit her lip lightly, revealing her white teeth, and slanted at Wren, revealing charm and seduction. She quickly twisted her waist and served this "child" who was much younger than herself with a mentality that she couldn't tell.

As soon as the news of Wren's imminent arrival spread throughout the city, some were smiling, others were frowning.

Sitting in the tower, in what was once Angelo's favorite room, she stood on the edge of the windowsill and looked into the distance. Once upon a time, Angelo also liked to stand here, looking down on this territory of his own like a god. Mirona was absent-minded at this time, holding on to the balcony with one hand and hanging her long hair hanging down from her chest with the other. On the bed not far from her, Borson's face was gray and sick, his skin was like the land that had been dry for a long time had begun to wither, and his blue-black eyes made him look extremely weak.

Borson has been bedridden for more than a month, and since mid-November, Borson has had some physical problems. At first, he coughed constantly, then he was sore, and at one point he coughed up blood. At that time, Borson brought in a priest, and the priest did not have any way to deal with his symptoms, even if the cure was ineffective. Even the pharmacist invited two of them, and he ate a lot of various alchemy potions, and tossed for half a month, but his condition still did not relieve.

At the end of November, Borson was finally bedridden and had to eat some liquid food to survive.

Many people privately slander Mirona as a broom star, a black widow, born with the physique to kill her husband. Angelo is like that, and so is Borson. This kind of absurd rumor is very marketable, don't look at everyone likes Mirona, and there are not a few people who are jealous of her and hate her, but these people don't usually show it.

Glancing back at Borson, a ripple rippled in Mirona's calm gaze.

The rumor is true, Borson was killed by Mirona.

She bought a vicious potion for Bolson with a lot of money, and the origin of this potion was not clear, and the handlers were very taboo about it, and they did not mention anything other than the price. But that doesn't matter, what matters is that the potion works.

She walked to the edge of the bed, and Borson rolled his eyes weakly to look at Mirona. There was a glow of wisdom in his eyes, and he knew very well that he had absolutely something to do with Mirona as he was today. It can even be said that it was Mirona who harmed her.

But he couldn't give birth to a trace of resentment, only helplessness, and a trace of regret.

Milona's hand caressed Borson's face as gently as it did on a lover's skin, and her smooth face was completely unrecognizable as a mother of a child.

"Wren is coming, what do you think he's going to do with me?", Mirona said to herself, "Kill me, or imprison me?", she pressed a hand to her chest, "Or do you ** me?"

A look of pain flashed in Borson's eyes, he really regretted it, why Mirona became like this, he actually knew very well.