Ever since Wren inherited this body from the "former Wren", there has been a faint concern. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If someone else can use this poison that directly acts on the soul against him, there must be some kind of deep hatred with him. Otherwise, such a vicious poison would not have been used, not to mention that the cost of this poison was not cheap, according to his guess. Unlike those poisons that act directly on the human body, this poison that can harm the soul must have something very precious in it. Since the other party can target him with such a valuable thing, and "he" survives, does it mean that others may poison him again?

Borson's case cannot be regarded as an isolated matter, there must be a necessary reason for this, and as for what it is, he still does not know.

Changing the perspective, Borson is just a small person, an insignificant little person, and a sharp dagger is often enough to deal with such a small person, but what is the purpose of using this poison? Obviously, he wants to let Bolson die of "disease". The purpose is nothing more than to want Borson's death not to alarm some people, so what benefits will Borson's death bring to other people?

Veneer!

Although Vigros inherited Angelo's title, he inherited Angelo's fief and became the lord of the city. But he was still too young after all, and now Bolson's military and political power was controlled by Bolson, and as soon as Bolson died, these rights would be returned to Vigros. In this respect, Vigros is a direct beneficiary. But for the province as a whole, the pressure on the Tiberium vein mining after Borson's death will be lessened, and there will be more free distribution in terms of transportation and sales.

The range of suspects suddenly expanded to an extremely wide range, and everyone seemed to have suspicions.

Empress Pars was suspicious, and Wren refuted Empress Pars's face in fighting for the right to distribute the output of the veins, and dug out a piece of her share. This humble piece may not be valuable in terms of economic value, but the Tiberium hedron cannot be linked to money, it is a strategic item. Empress Pars has some suspicions and motives.

Then there are other gold aristocrats, such as Vito. The conflict between the Alcanian family and the Antoun family is difficult to resolve, which also gives Vito a certain motivation, and he fits the characteristics of the suspect.

There are also those noble groups, especially the Marquis of Pilagos, which was originally discovered by the noble group of the Marquis of Pilagos, and sent the De Coschman Chamber of Commerce to intervene and mine, but it was destroyed by Rennes. This is no longer a contradiction that can be summed up simply by hatred, it involves the rise of the entire aristocratic group and the opportunity to compete with the royal family. In this way, the Pilagos aristocratic group is also very suspicious.

Further down, there are many nobles who have a certain amount of authority in this matter, and they all have reasonable motives.

Wren's mind was like a mess of twine for a while, and he couldn't tear it apart.

He glanced coldly at Mirona, who was panting for breath and looking frightened, and straightened his clothes, "Chardan, I'll find out this person." Ms. Mirona, you should know what this place is. In the province of Bell, I am the heavens, I am the gods, and my will is the will of the whole province. You and your children, if you want to live in Veneer, in the province of Bell, you better not do anything behind my back. ”

"Bolson's death is a pity, but he also paid the price for his actions. If this chardin or anything else contacts you in the future, I hope you will be very wise to inform my people first. I am a generous man to my friends, and I am a villain hated by everyone to my enemies. To be a friend or an enemy, I'm sure you now have a good understanding. ”

The corners of his mouth curled, "Vigros is a good boy, and he will inevitably carry on Angelo's legacy and become a great lord in the future." I hope that this opportunity will not be lost to him because of your ignorance and greed. ”

Wren owed a slight debt and looked apologetic, "I apologize to you for my impulsiveness just now, it was my fault, I hope you can forgive me for my impulsiveness." ”

Mirona couldn't say a word while holding her legs, her body trembled slightly, and at that moment, the scythe of death was already on her neck, and she could clearly feel the breath of death. The frightening, discouraged aura made her fearful of Wren, her heart beating fast, her breathing short, and the threat of death.

Wren withdrew his gaze and turned to leave, "I'll be back in the imperial capital tomorrow, and I don't want to hear any more negative news about Veneil." Whether Borson is there, or not, no one can touch the rules he has set. If anyone wants to change something, stop him, then contact my housekeeper Mr. Oglais who stayed in Ortlenburg and he will tell you what to do. ”

Looking at Wren's back as he disappeared outside the door, Mirona buried her head deep in her knees and cried silently.

She's hating, hating Rennes, hating Bolson, and still hating Angelo.

Why, why did Angelo die at the hands of a mud dog, why did he leave such a heavy burden and such a dangerous situation to her and Vigros, the orphans and widows. Didn't he understand that her soft shoulders and childish Vigros simply couldn't carry such a burden?

For the first time, Mirona regretted coming back to inherit Angelo's title and territory, if she had asked Angelo's brother for a sum of money, it would have been nice to continue to live her rich life in the imperial capital, at least she would not face such a terrible thing.

Yelvina couldn't wait left or right, so she had to be informed of Mirona, and she rested first.

Of course, it's to rest with Wren.

"Did you get on that woman?", Yelvina looked at Wren as she half-leaned back on the couch, "I mean Mirona." ”

Wren is working hard to write a book, the intelligence work on the Bell Province has always been handed over to Alma, and he needs Alma to investigate who this Chardin is, when he appeared in the Bell Province, who he has seen, and who he has communicated. The quill in his hand paused slightly, and glanced up at Yelvina, "No!"

Yelvina laughed, "Really, no? That widow is so beautiful that even I am very jealous, especially with her temperament that is really fascinating." Don't you men like such a woman, and how can you let her go when I feel like I want to take her in my arms and take pity on her?"

"I said no, just no!", Wren inserted the quill into the inkwell, the quill is not really just a goose feather, there is also a delicate nib at the root of the goose feather, the reason for using the goose feather is nothing more than to use the thick root of the goose feather, with a needle to expand the space, can provide more ink. It is not without handmade pens, but it has not been promoted because of the cost, and the aristocracy is sometimes very nostalgic.

For the emerging fountain pens, they prefer goose feathers as the barrel, and there is a different kind of elegance when writing words.

Wren shrugged his shoulders, "I don't like bullying orphans and widows, they're pitiful enough, why bully them?"

Yelvina rolled over and sat up from the couch, walked over to Wren, and sat on his lap. Her plump and surprisingly elastic buttocks pressed against Wren's legs, she was like silk, she put her arms around Wren's neck, and the breath she exhaled when she breathed hit Wren's face with a certain feminine fragrance, "So, you like to bully people like me?"

As soon as she raised her head, her usual hair flicked up, and she smiled and held out a finger to Wren's lips. Then it slowly slid down his chin, neck, chest...... , all the way down on the lower abdomen. Her dexterous fingertips easily unbuttoned Wren's pants, and with a look of charm in her eyes, she left Wren's lap and crouched in front of Wren.

Wren leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and gasped, "You don't have to. ”

Yelvina stopped her movements, looked up at Wren, the ambiguous pink on her pretty face completely spread, her cheeks were like sunset, and she bit lightly, almost making Wren jump.

Her laugh was crisp and inexplicable, "You're the King of Bell!", her tongue curled, "I don't want to satisfy you, if one day you need to sacrifice someone, won't I be a victim?"

This sentence only brought Wren's silence, in fact, he didn't want to.

He didn't want to be a butcher or executioner in people's mouths, and he didn't want to be feared and feared by people. But he was in this environment, he occupied his current position, and he had to separate himself from the general public. He constantly reminds himself that he is actually a weak person, and if he does not want to be the dregs of the wheel of history, then he must do something that may violate his conscience!

It's like a dilemma, and he, whatever it is, maybe it's selfish, but in any case he chooses the path that is best for him.

The beautiful scenery filled the serious room with charm, and he was in a trance.

Power, what a poison that cannot be alleviated, everyone knows how terrible it is, but everyone is addicted to it!

He clenched his fists and clenched them hard!

Whoever wants to take what is in my hands must step on my corpse!