"Remember, be fast, don't leave anything behind, you all know the rules of the master, and I don't want to say more. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info", Hugo slowly took off his uniform and put it aside, stacked neatly, like a knife splitting an axe and chiseled stone. If you ignore his obsession with blood and killing perverts, Hugo is a very good talent in terms of personal action and self-restraint. Being able to use the word talent naturally proves that he is excellent.

Like his folded clothes, Wren once just mentioned a point, and he took it to heart and put it into action. There were so many participants in the entire Balatan tragedy, why was Hugo favored by Rennes? First, it is because a person like Hugo knows current affairs, and if a person who knows current affairs does not have the hope of turning the tables at the last moment, it is difficult to betray. The second point is that it is easy to use, raising a dog to bite a person, it is not always as comfortable as raising a person.

He changed into a set of camel-colored robes, which were the most popular among the commoners, and after putting them on, he bent down and flicked the dust on the corners of his skirt, he straightened up and looked at the hundreds of silent and murderous Ortrenburgers in front of him, and smiled as bright and warm as the May sun, "I am not an Ortrenburger, but I am your leader, as long as the master does not change his mind for a day, then you must obey my orders." This time you are divided into five teams, and the goals have been told to you, and the requirements have been made clear to you. ”

"Before I leave, I ask one last question, who has any doubts?"

The dreary crowd breeds a palpitating momentum, like predators crawling in the grass and staring at their prey, cautious, silent, and even restrained in their murderous aura. But if you look into their eyes, you can see a kind of evil flowing in the depths of their eyes. The people of Ortlenburg always obey Wren's orders unconditionally, and they will not hesitate to let them die.

When people don't have faith, they may weigh the pros and cons, or they may choose to retreat, but once they have faith, they will be sublimated. Whether it is a personal cult or a religious belief, there is an obvious characteristic, that is, the worship of death and the pursuit of death. It's not that they want to die, but they want to prove their piety and bravery by chasing death, the unarmed farmers at the peak of the cobbler sect dare to fight head-on with the knights armed to the teeth, and the skinhead cult can sit in the fire and chant the scriptures in the face of the emperor's exclusion.

Faith is their weapon, their sustenance, and the destination they yearn for.

Facing the crowd that was silent and silent without a sound as before, Hugo nodded with satisfaction, these people are much better than the children in the self-help club, which is not a concept at all. He touched the dagger hidden in his waist, a flush on his face flashed away, and he raised his hand and waved, "Let's go!"

At this time, Nietzsche was hiding behind the door, holding his breath and his heartbeat thumping. He is facing a difficult choice at this moment, whether to go to the end with Wren without looking back, or to be a whistleblower.

After the poor get rich, they will enjoy the pleasure of money and think about how to spend it for special effects, and Nietzsche, a cadre who has been abandoned by power for a long time, will also covet more power when he returns to the center of power, and use the power in his hands more greedily to satisfy himself. It's like a traveler in the desert who has been short of water for a long time, and after encountering a sandbar, he not only has to stand and drink water, but also jump into the water source to drink water from his skin.

During this time, Hugo has been investigating Bethel, and the Ministry of State Security already has a lot of authority and authority, and as Wren's No. 1 dog leg in the Ministry of State Security, Nietzsche naturally wants to loyally defend his master. Bethel was invited back by Wren, and it stands to reason that the two should be on the same front, but Nietzsche still wants to investigate Bethel. His starting point was a kind of greed and hope that Wren would become a minister, and then he was promoted to the position of chief of security.

Not to mention that man, an animal, is full of ugly desires from the day he is born. His eyes are no longer on a certain department, or even a deputy director, but on the position of chief or even a minister. He did not dare to oppose Wren, just like many nobles have to bow to the golden nobles when faced with conflicts and contradictions. But Bethel is not among them, Nietzsche's idea is very simple, see if he can catch Bethel with any handle, and then give this handle to Wren, win Wren's favor, so as to rise to the top.

At this moment, he finds himself facing a fork in the road in his life and chooses one of the two.

Expose Bethel, or choose to remain silent.

It barely took much of his time to think about it, and he made a decision.

On the other side of the door, Bethel was talking to two nobles in a hidden conversation, the minister's office, but Nietzsche had no scruples.

Through a small cup-like object, he could clearly hear the conversation in the room.

As the Minister of National Security, Bethel, an important minister of the Empire, has less control over the Ministry of National Security than Wren. If they are a leader who goes with the flow and has an indifferent heart, perhaps such an environment is more comfortable for them. But Bethel is different, he is a nobleman of the Empire, an earl, and his father used to stir up trouble. As a child of a once high-ranking nobleman, even though Bethel is middle-aged, he still has ideas and ambitions that surpass his father's.

It had been a deep ambition in his heart, but with Wren's arrival that changed everything in the Archives, and many other factors fueled his ambition. He didn't want to be inferior to Ren as a minister, he didn't want to treat Ren as a minister, he just wanted to be in the Ministry of State Security, and he had the final say.

How to do this?

Kick Wren out!

Just now holding the power happens to be his best bargaining chip, and all forces want to pull Bethel into his camp, and at this time, in his office, he is making a deal with Nengalael's henchmen. Why choose Nongalaire instead of the more powerful Isaac and Pilagos? Bethel also thinks about his own consideration, these two noble groups are full of venerable people, and after he joins, it is nothing more than icing on the cake, and he may not be able to become a significant member.

But the emerging southern aristocratic group is different, this emerging aristocratic group is not as good as the former, his joining is tantamount to the warmth sent when he is poor, he can be more valued, will occupy a certain position in the aristocratic group, and will also have a higher status.

But he probably didn't expect that while he was secretly staring at Wren, there were also people secretly staring at him.

The fierce look in Nietzsche's eyes flashed away, and he gently moved his steps to prevent himself from making a sound, and retreated more than ten meters, sweating all over his body. His face was distorted, his squinted eyes were fierce, he took a deep breath, turned around and ran towards the armed department where the Ortrenburg people had gathered.

He told himself that this would be the most important opportunity of his life.

In the halls of the Imperial Parliament, Twright's statement had just been finished, and the nobles listened to his words, but were not convinced by him. In Twright's statement, the power of the people has awakened, as evidenced by the emergence of guild-like and partisan organizations. Once the power of the people begins to sprout and grow, under the current mode of rule, it is bound to form an opposition to the aristocracy. One side is the oppressive and exploiting class, and the other side is the oppressed and exploited class, and there are irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides.

Now that this idea and tide are just germinating, when no one knows what the future holds, it should be properly guided, instead of forcing the people and the aristocracy to divide into two worlds.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

It's like admonishing a person walking in the rain that if they go down, there is a high chance that they will be in danger of being struck by lightning. The person who was warned knew very well that it was certainly possible, but he thought that the possibility of being struck by lightning was too small, and even if lightning fell, it would not slash on his head.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep!

After brief statements by the three popular delegates, Gampon began to vote. The National Assembly, like the Imperial Diet, votes on many things to determine the final outcome. However, the Diet is different from the Imperial Diet, where the Prime Minister has the power to veto, while the Empress Pars has the power to pass by force. So Congress is Pars' territory, and as long as she's willing to tear her face, there's nothing she can't pass.

At Isaac's signal, the first raised his hand in disapproval, and then there was a constant echo, and the popular representatives entered the Imperial Diet I again met with a frustration in their eyes.

Twright glanced at Wren calmly, he knew that the role he played in this big scene had already played all the scenes, and no matter what happened next, it had nothing to do with him. Wren gave him a secret smile, then reached out to cover his mouth and prop up his chin.

He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pressed it on an egg-sized device. The push-button mechanism was embedded in the mechanism, and the magic circuit was completed, and a soybean-sized Tiberium crystal bloomed with a faint fluorescence, and the magic energy filled the magic circuit, lighting up with a glimmer of light. In Wren's pocket, a blue tide of magic lit up and receded. An obscure magical resonance flew out in an instant.

In a small inconspicuous building in the Silver Ring District of the imperial capital, a one-foot-square box suddenly buzzed and vibrated with it. The movement came and went quickly, and the box only vibrated three times before there was no change.

The man in charge of guarding the box gasped and quickly ran out.