In the leisurely afternoon, the late autumn sun is not as hot as it is in the middle of summer, bringing people more warmth than scorching heat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 In the info garden, Wren and Twright sat on a wicker chair and looked at a woman who was frolicking not far away, as well as two girls. Twright's wife and daughter had recently been staying at Rennes' home, an arrangement necessary in case of some extreme circumstances. Wren's manor was just on the edge of the palace, not far from the First and Second Guards stationed at the palace, and not a short walk from the garrison of the Golden Circle.

Moreover, there are also two Titled Swordsmen in Wren's manor, and although this force is not strong in the Golden Ring District, it is enough to ensure the safety here.

Twright's eyes were soft, he was no longer so reluctant to explain what Wren had told him, and after constant speeches and speeches, the first person to be brainwashed by him was none other than himself. A lie is repeated a hundred times before it becomes the truth, and some very incendiary words can be taken as truth after only two or three times. These words came out of his mouth and then into his ears, and now Twright firmly believes that everything he does is for this nation and this country.

The royal family was tossed aside by him, and it was also his sudden awakening after his recent speeches. The word nation is obviously more holy and sacred than loyalty to one or two people, or to a family. Desi and scholars alike called him a civil rights fighter and respected and adored him, which gave him a feeling that he had never felt before.

He used a small lid to flick the tea leaves floating on the emerald green tea soup, an action he had learned from Wren. Green tea was bitter, something that Twright had never tasted, but he suddenly became obsessed with the taste. After the bitterness, there is a faint but deep fragrance, and the last touch of sweetness brings the fragrance. After taking a sip of green tea, the whole person seemed to be washed, cleansing away the filth and giving him unprecedented satisfaction.

Taking a sip of the tea soup, he put the cup on the small tea table beside him, crossed his legs, and pressed one hand on his knee. He looked at his wife and children with doting eyes, and did not shift his gaze to Wren beside him, "I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I have to say, you are definitely a monster." He suddenly sighed a little sadly, "I am a nobleman, my father, my grandfather, my ancestor...... From the day the Orlando Empire was founded, we were aristocrats. ”

"I used to behave like my forefathers, trying to make myself as much of a pure aristocrat as possible, and I had their strengths and learned their weaknesses. But do you know Wren?", he turned his face to look at Wren at this time, Wren calmly met his gaze, his gaze was complex and changeable, full of some kind of conflict, hesitating, "I don't feel like a nobleman now, I actually pity those commoners, I actually have a sense of guilt for everything I have done in the past." ”

"You're right, no...... Maybe not, but at least it fooled me. A family, a surname, can never be heavier than a nation. We are all Desi, born great Desi, we should not hurt and oppress each other, we are equal. We can't step on top of other people's heads because we have done something for this country and nation, and that's not fair to other Desi. ”

"We just did what we were supposed to do, and they did what they were supposed to do. But we get what they never get, and it's not fair, Wren, it's not fair. ”

Wren nodded quietly, and a sense of absurdity arose in his inner world, not that he wanted Twright to stand up and help him, but that Twright himself was willing to bet at the table and participate in this historical change. However, Twright, who was supposed to be one of the promoters and the ultimate beneficiary, may be called "the mastermind behind the scenes" by later historians, was the first to bury himself in it after digging a hole.

Whether it is civil rights or reform, in fact, the ultimate goal is to promote the reform of the parliamentary system, and turn the aristocratic group, which has the characteristics of a "family" and a clear division of labor and is extremely united, into a combination of interests such as "parties". In essence, the movement is also a non-isolated political event, an invisible but real transaction.

But Twright is too involved, right?

Wren hadn't been listening to Twright's speech lately, and he had undoubtedly made it his life's goal and career. Wren didn't know what to say, laughed at him for his ignorance, or praised him for his kindness? Obviously a hungry wolf, he pretended to be a sheep and got into the flock, but he was moved by his own lies and took the initiative to gnaw the turf.

This is sad!

However, he can also understand that the nobles, especially these first in line to the throne, have been extremely empty in the spiritual world since they were born. They don't need to have any pursuits, and they don't need to have any ideals, because their lives are already destined from the moment they land. There are people who have stepped out of their shackles, have ambitions and desires, and are dominated by these emotions and want more things, such as the throne.

There are also people like Twright, who are nobles and enjoy endless wealth, but they are extremely empty in spirit.

They are like sponges that have lost their moisture and are compressed to the extreme, there is no pursuit, only responsibility. But when they come across something that touches their souls, they start to swell and become something else, something completely different from what they used to be.

There are not many such people, and they are not few. For example, not long ago, Bethel was determined to become the most outstanding florist in the imperial capital. If Wren hadn't brought him power and fueled his ambitions, perhaps he would still be with the branches and leaves. And some aristocrats became musicians, painters, sculptors, are they stupid and ignorant?

There was an emperor who aspired to become a merchant and bought and sold his official position as a commodity. The emperor, who aspired to become a carpenter, pursued the most exquisite craftsmanship all his life.

Compared with other people's pursuit of power, their pursuit is more simple and more ordinary.

Twright, perhaps, is this kind of person.

Looking at Twright's clear eyes, Wren still had a trace of doubt in his heart that he couldn't let go. Was this Twright's true thoughts, or was it a means for him to pursue another goal?

For example, prestige, for example, to leave a shining page in history?

He didn't know, but he knew that, at least for now, Twright's actions and performances were in line with his interests, and that was enough.

"I respect your thoughts, Uncle Twright, and I think everyone should have their own pursuits and goals, and this should not be something to be ridiculed. I may not fully understand your actions and intentions, but I admire your determination. Out of the corner of Wren's eye, he caught a glimpse of Vonkos walking over, and closed his mouth in time.

Immediately after von Cos whispered a few words in his ear, Wren's expression became serious, he looked at Twright, hesitated for a moment, and said, "There is not very good news, the Empress of Pars is going to arrest you on charges of tax evasion. ”

Twright didn't show a surprised expression as Wren expected, he just smiled indifferently, "I've guessed for a long time, this is already much slower than I thought." What I have done has hurt the very foundation of the Orlando family's rule, and it is only natural that Her Majesty Queen Pars should ask me to shut up. He turned his head to look at his wife and daughter who were playing, revealing a hint of warmth that rarely appeared in the eyes of nobles, "They will ask you." ”

Wren nodded very seriously, "You can rest assured of this, I will definitely take care of them." And you don't have to worry too much, it won't be long before you come out, and of course you may suffer some small injuries. ”

Twright was stunned, and his expression was extremely complicated, "In that case, everything is left to you." ”

Although he was a little stunned, it didn't mean that his IQ was also offline, and Wren's words made him understand that Wren had arranged everything from beginning to end. All he needs is an executor, not a great redeemer. This person could be him Twright, or it could be someone else. He was a little lost, a little depressed, but when he thought of the sacred cause he had done, he took a deep breath and forced himself to cheer up.

The sun shines on people at the beginning of November, and it is exceptionally warm!

Soon, the news of Twright's arrest shocked the entire imperial capital, and people didn't even need to use their brains to know that Twright was definitely not arrested for tax evasion, but because he promoted a certain idea and set off a round of change. The royal family can't get him to shut his mouth, so the only way to keep him from speaking out is this way. This method is shameless and effective. In the first time Twright was arrested, in addition to the ordinary people who shouted for him and were angry about him, those aristocrats, supporters of change, including scholars with a conscience, chose to shut up.

No one knows if the royal family just wanted to keep Twright shut up, or if they had already raised the butcher's knife.

Ideals are great, and pursuits may be sacred, but none of these are comparable to the threat to one's life from the royal family.

"I beg you, please save my father!"

The girl knelt in front of Wren, who quickly helped her up, and Twright's daughter was so heartbroken that she could barely stand on her feet with crystal tears on her face. Twright's wife fainted the moment Twright was captured and is still suffering from a fever and unable to get out of bed.

Looking at this girl who was a few years younger than himself, Wren showed a smile that was enough to move people's hearts and was full of some kind of power, and he patted the back of the girl's hand, "Don't worry, Uncle Twright will be fine." ”