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Asking Wren to speak out is also a matter after Prince Kant has thought it through. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Others may think that after Rennes was exiled to Ortlenburg, he was isolated from the politics of the imperial capital, and since then he has no sense of existence in the imperial capital, but how do these vulgar people know that no matter where Rennes is relegated or where he is exiled, his political influence at the top of the imperial capital will not be weakened in the slightest. Divine bloodline, the identity of the golden nobleman is enough for him to say it, and he is seriously considered by the top nobles who are also golden nobles and have holy bloodlines.

This kind of innate "talent" is something that ordinary nobles can never imagine.

The empire exiles dozens of nobles every year, but who can be on the border far from the imperial capital like Wren, and still be concerned by the real top nobles in the imperial capital?

If Wren stands up for him, then he will be more assured of gaining an extremely advantageous position in the upcoming split and laying a better foundation for himself.

If you can't become a grand duke, it means that you will eventually perish after a few generations, and the scope of reduced inheritance includes these princes and princesses.

Wren was obviously a little confused when he heard Prince Kant say his purpose at first glance, which was completely out of line with his guess. At first, he thought that Prince Kant had come to Ortlenburg because he was really influenced by Joberg and wanted to trouble him, and after summarizing the news from the intelligence office, Wren also thought that it was very likely. But soon he realized that he was a little arrogant to guess the purpose of Prince Kant completely through superficial information, born in the royal family, he was exposed to these deceitful things since he was a child, and Prince Kant would not be at the mercy of his relatives even if he was mediocre.

This concerns his vital interests and his own safety.

So what is the purpose of Prince Kant? Turning his head to eliminate the dazzling information, from the essence of the fact that the purpose of all politicians' actions revolves around the core of interests, Wren's speculation about Prince Kant's trip is that he intends to get a piece of the pie and get a little advantage in the rise of Ortlenburg. Monopoly management will inevitably create all kinds of terrorist interest groups, and if Kant has the intention to intervene in them, it is also a normal thing.

To be alarmist, if Wren himself was not a golden nobleman and did not have the divine blood flowing in his body, if he did not compromise now, he would almost turn to ashes. The top nobles would not let such a monster grow so healthily, and if it could not be used for their own purposes, it would inevitably be destroyed.

It is precisely because of this that Wren openly gave Kant a dismount, making him understand that if he fantasized about getting more benefits from Wren than Wren allowed, Wren would not hesitate to tear his face with him for this.

It's just that this style of painting has become too fast.,It's my own thinking.。

In a flash of thought, Wren straightened out the context, he looked at Prince Kant, and weighed it. What kind of benefits will it bring to yourself if you help this prince, whom His Majesty the Emperor likes and favors the most? Obviously, there will be no substantial benefits. After Prince Kant was divided, he seemed to be in power and owned a feudal country, but this had nothing to do with him Rennes. The feudal kingdom was not given to him Rennes, and the taxes would not be handed over to him, but he would offend other princes, princesses, and even a group of nobles who helped them stand in line.

The reason why the Golden Thorn is declining like this is because the previous patriarchs always made the wrong bets, stood in the wrong position, and ended up in today's fate step by step.

After thinking about it, he said, "This matter needs my careful consideration before I can give you an answer." ”

Prince Kant nodded, and did not urge, he paused for a moment, and then said: "In addition, I am very interested in the development of Ortlenburg, and we may have the possibility of cooperation. ”

Wren tilted his head slightly, making a listening appearance, he wanted to hear what conditions Prince Kant was going to pose, and at the same time, the last trace of doubt in his heart was gone.

"I have some money that I can invest in you, and in some departments I can unblock relations for you. For example, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the House of Elders, and the Imperial Parliament, I all have people I know well. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people in the hall pushing cups and changing lamps, and said with a smile: "These people are far less helpful to you than I am to you. ”

His words were not without purpose, who were the people in the hall? Civilians, the heads of mercenary groups, slave traders, technician bosses, robber leaders, these people all took the grassroots route, and the high-level route of Prince Kant was completely different concepts.

Wren pondered for a moment and said, word by word: "I welcome anyone who is optimistic about Ortlenburg to invest and develop here, but only if you follow the rules I have set. Since Your Royal Highness the Prince has this heart, I don't think there should be too much of a problem. After speaking, Wren beckoned to Sarcomo, who was standing not far away, who tidied up his not disheveled attire and walked over with a wine glass, "This is one of the presidents of the Bell Provincial Chamber of Commerce, in charge of Ortlenburg's business affairs, you can consult with him." ”

After Sarcomo bowed, Wren patted Sarcomo's arm, "Remember, things of principle cannot be shaken, and I will not interfere with anything else." He smiled at His Royal Highness the Prince, "You talk, I'll go over there." ”

Far away from the bright lights and drunken gold, a team of more than 100 people stayed in the wilderness for the night. A dozen shabby wagons formed a circle, and people gathered around several campfires to soak up the temperature as much as possible in the cold winter. The mutton that has passed through the fire tongue **** is bubbling with oil stars, and the aroma is fragrant, which makes people salivate.

Tyman was wrapped in a thick leather coat, and he had almost forgotten how to spend the night in the wilderness in the cold of winter. There were as many as five pieces of clothes on his body, but they still made him feel very cold, cold to the bone marrow. After moving his body, he still stood up, stomping his feet, which were almost numb to the point of losing consciousness, and looked in the direction he had come, with only endless hatred in his eyes.

A war that seemed to him to be a simple gesture had evolved to the point where it is today, making him hate Jobberg and several other families even more as he hated Wren. He knew very well that he had been betrayed, and that it was none other than his own arrogance that betrayed him. None of the others came out, but he believed Joberg's nonsense, and his arrogance made him lose his ability to discern, so he fell into the trap.

As the defeated side, he had to exhaust his family fortune to save his life through the Death Redemption Act, which also meant that the good days were over. Now he must go to the imperial capital, survive under the protection of the House of Elders, and strive for a glimmer of life in the dark.

A few days ago, I was enjoying endless wealth, but now I have to spend a long dark night in the wilderness, in the cold wind, and I feel sad for a while, and I almost want to cry.

Looking at the disgraced faces of the clansmen, he only had endless self-blame in his heart.

"Patriarch, the mutton is roasted, you can taste it. A clansman tore the mutton with a wooden plate, he nodded heavily, he still has hope, let's get a courtier, it's nothing more than crawling at the feet of the powerful to be a lackey, it's better than slowly waiting for death with the honor of the past, he has the responsibility and obligation to rise again with the family, so he must take care of his body.

The cold winter night was extraordinarily long and unusually dark, and the snowflakes that had been stopped for a long time fluttered again, and except for a dozen or so night watchmen, everyone else was huddled in the windy carriage, shivering and falling asleep.

The night passed slowly, and the dawn seemed to be not far away, and the campfire had been extinguished, and the last shred of heat was still radiating from the flickering light.

Suddenly, the faint sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and the generals who had not closed their eyes all night were already exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, not noticing the unusual noise. More than a thousand knights wrapped their horses' hooves in cotton cloth and tightened their muzzles, and came into the darkness.

With a pop, the sword light flashed, and hot blood bloomed in the cold air.

It was a complete slaughter, without the slightest mercy, only endless indifference.

When the first shrill screams sounded, the small camp was instantly thrown into chaos, and the people were putting their clothes on their bodies in the carriage, and before they could get out of the carriage, a spear pierced the thin carriage and pierced into the people's bodies. An unequal massacre, calculated or unintentional, clean and neat.

The old Terman didn't sleep well, and when the first scream sounded, he put on his cloak, got out of the carriage, and looked in the darkness at the knights who were dense and constantly harvesting life, and he was cold for a moment, and fell to his knees weakly. Looking at the knights who kept stabbing their spears into the carriages, the whole life was only thick despair.

The wind sounded in his ears, and he turned his face sideways to look, and a cold and piercing cold light came towards him. Before the cold light could touch his body, he felt a tingling pain on his face.

After a buzz, the knight passed by him, and he raised his hand to touch his neck, and a crack gradually staggered, and with a poof, a headless body fell into his eyes.

Is this who you are?

There was no response, vision blurred, and consciousness was eventually swallowed up by darkness.

After less than five minutes, the slaughter was over, and the knights put away their weapons and dragged out the hollowed corpses of the carriage one by one, neatly stacked on the ground. Two trembling servants were threatened by their swords, and one by one identified the corpse on the ground. A knight on the side, according to the identification of the two servants, kept sketching in a small notebook. It didn't take long for more than a hundred corpses to be counted.

The two servants did not come to life, and the two daggers pierced their hearts almost at the same time.

"There's a lot of one, and it's all here. ”

There was no change in the expression on the face of the knight at the head, he seemed to be accustomed to such killings for a long time, and his hoarse voice was like an old stone mill, "Clean it up, burn it all, and don't leave any traces." ”

A moment later, the fire tore through the darkness and ushered in the dawn, a new day, arrived!