Today's weather is good, and the most beautiful weather in late autumn is tantamount to the sun shining, and the sun shining on people's bodies makes their bodies warm. Wren, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", took Celeste out to let off steam, and by the way, he patrolled his territory. The little girl was so happy that when she was in Millin, the capital of the province of Bell, Sarkomo would not let her go out on the streets casually. The storylines of the knightly novels with erotic love are not all fake, there are always some people who have a special talent and can please a little girl in the shortest possible time.

So Sarcomo most of the time, he keeps Celeste at home, and there are only a handful of opportunities to come out.

"Good morning, Lord Castle!"

Wren didn't even tilt his head, only glanced at the person who greeted him out of the corner of his eye. It was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, strong and strong, carrying a bag of small clay bricks on his shoulders, weighing at least a hundred pounds. The young man had a sincere smile on his face, and even Wren didn't even look at him squarely, he smiled in understanding.

How can the nobles take a good look at them as commoners?

The young man did not hold a grudge against this, it was too nonsense, the commoners were too far away from the world of the nobility, whether they liked it or hated it, they couldn't reach it. The reason why the young man dared to greet him with a smile was because in his eyes, Wren was a good city lord and a good nobleman. He paid for the repair of this city that was equivalent to home to the common people, swept away the forces in the city, and gave them money to earn and a bite to eat.

The city was not Baron Rennes' fiefdom, and even if he developed it well, he would have to leave it one day. It was impossible to take everything he had done, so he could only stay, and many people were shocked by what he did, and at the same time, they also had sincere admiration for this young city lord.

Staggered over, Celeste, who was following behind Wren, looked back at the young man who couldn't stop smiling, and hurriedly followed a few steps, walking beside Wren, his voice was so sweet that he could get tired of it, "Brother Wren, they all like you very much!"

The girl seems to be a little proud, and there is some reserved, small-faced powder. Wren's pace was bigger and faster than her, and in order to keep up with Wren, her pace was also faster than before, and she was slightly panting. The red and white simple dress and lace skirt made the girl look very cute, and the flaxen hair was carefully combed by the maid and slightly curled, which further set off the fairness and delicacy of her skin. With a healthy complexion and the most original unfinished makeup, whoever sees her will become happy.

Wren hummed a few syllables out of his nose, "It's okay, I'm the lord of the city!"

"It's the venerable lord of the castle!"

Being complimented by the little girl, Wren wanted to hold back his smile, but the corners of his mouth could not be stopped from curling upward, and when he was with Celeste, his mood always became inexplicably like today's weather. The girl's simple heart is as crystal clear as a crystal, without a trace of flaw, which makes people feel close, but at the same time, it does not allow the crystalline heart to be tainted in the slightest.

After hesitating for a long time, his steps were a little chaotic, Celeste's glowing teeth gently bit his pink lower lip, his face was stained with an intoxicating red, and he reached out to hold Wren's arm. She has exhausted all her strength and courage, although there are and in this world, there are also simple girls who can't bear to hurt.

Wren's pace slowed down, and he began to consciously or unconsciously accommodate the girl, as if he felt the change in Wren's pace, the girl pursed her mouth, but her eyes were bent into two crescents, and her steps were much lighter.

"Ah, is this your wife, Lord of the City, so cute!", an old man sat on the side of the road basking in the sun on crutches, and couldn't help but praise Celeste when he saw the lovely Celeste.

Now the people of Ortlenburg know that although the lord of the city is young, he should not be taken lightly. He doesn't get angry for no reason, and he doesn't have bad intentions, but even so, for this city that has suffered so much, Wren is already a rare good person in their eyes.

In the face of the old man's praise, Wren had to bow slightly, he could ignore those young people, but he couldn't despise those old people. One needs to have some reverence, and that's not a bad thing, and reverence makes people cautious, not arrogant. The baptism of the old people has precipitated a lifetime of experience and experience, they may not understand any big truth, but just the age of the years is worth faceting.

As if startled by Wren's nod, the old man stood up tremblingly on crutches, he wanted to salute Wren, Wren waved his hand, "Excuse me." ”

Because of this little episode, Wren's footsteps stopped.

Some of the old people around slowly leaned over, and Blair kept a straight face beside Wren. Wren pushed him away and walked over to the old man, "Who else is at home?"

The old man was flattered, and there was a hint of showing off in the expression on his face, and he quickly said: "There are also two sons and a daughter, three grandsons, three granddaughters and two grandchildren. The old man habitually wanted to brush his beard, but he raised his hand to the point where he generally felt that this action did not seem to respect the city lord, so he stopped and said very seriously: "I, and my family, are very grateful to you for your actions, and now they are all contributing to the city, you have improved the environment in which we live, and at the same time let us have enough to eat." ”

"I have lived seventy-one years, and have lived in three cities, but this is the first time I have seen a city lord as wise and great, generous and merciful. I have always told my children and grandchildren that they must serve you in their lifetime!"

Wren was slightly surprised, the old man spoke at an unfast pace and was clearly organized, not like an ordinary old man. Wren's doubts were quickly resolved, and the old man on the side interjected, "Daddy Vincent used to be a community councilor, and what he said carries a lot of weight. ”

A Community Councillor is a recognized and respected person in the community who actively participates in the activities of the Council and official inquiries. Later, the lords and lords felt that the presence of community councillors would have an impact on their rule, and this policy was soon scrapped. Since then, the Council Chamber has deviated from the original intention of Orlando I to establish this department, and has become a way for some gang forces and wealthy businessmen to rise to power, and is no longer a mouthpiece for the common people.

Such people have a great deal of influence in the community, and their words are often more effective than official decrees. More often than not, however, the promulgation and enforcement of government decrees are carried out by official violence, except for the spontaneous compliance of civilians who see the benefits.

The old people around saw that Wren was not difficult to speak, nor was he the kind of person who didn't even want to see them, and suddenly came to courage. They are all old people who have lived for decades, and they have experienced too many things in their lives, and their experience, experience, and eyes are all richer than those of young people. They chattered unconcernedly, some praising Wren, some complaining about the policies of the previous city lords and the Bell Capital, and some dreaming about the future.

Wren listened carefully, it was a voice from the people, and carefully wrote down some things. Standing aside and watching Wren seriously communicate with the old people on an equal footing, the trace of dissatisfaction with Sarcomo's tough arrangement in Celeste's heart also disappeared. She looked proudly at this man who was almost ten years older than herself, and thought to herself that this would be her husband, a man worthy of her respect, maintenance, and lifelong care and love.

"I have an idea!", Wren spoke for the first time after listening to a lot of suggestions, and the already lively streets suddenly fell into the pins, and he smiled faintly, "I will reopen the council hall and re-select the community councilors." Ortlenburg had suffered too much and finally had the light. This light belongs to me and to everyone in Ortlenburg. We are not rootless duckweed, this is our home. ”

"I know that a lot of people look down on the people of Ortlenburg and think that this is the countryside, a place full of crime. It is undeniable that the pain caused by the mistakes of history has continued to this day, but!", Wren's voice was calm and powerful, and when he said this, he suddenly rose up, "To this day, everything that has been once will become history, and we will turn a new page and move towards an unprecedented glory!"

"I've been thinking about what I need to do to develop Ortlenburg!", many old people showed serious listening expressions, and what Rennes said next is likely to affect their lives, and even the whole of Ortlenburg.

Wren looked around, and gradually more people gathered, and he said loudly: "Ortlenburg's excellent geographical environment makes it impossible for her to become an agricultural city, and the people of Ortlenburg, who are not afraid of hardship or pain, should become the economic center of the province of Bell and even the southwest of the empire, just like the Alexanders." I will try my best to attract as many merchants as possible to settle in Ortlenburg, develop light industry and textiles, and form a real Ortlenburg merchant group. ”

"I want every Ortlenburger to feel proud of their hometown when they talk about it outside!"

"There is no good in this world for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason. I will give you a life that you have never thought of, and the most precious dignity. But at the same time, I want the loyalty of all of you, the entire people of Oltlenburg!"

"If it is good to me, I will give it to him a hundred times. Whoever is bad to me, I will destroy him without mercy!"

"I swear by the ancestors of the Golden Family and the Divine Bloodline!"

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Back in the City Lord's Mansion, Wren tore his neckline and sat on the sofa gasping slightly. He traveled almost all of Ortlenburg's largest neighborhoods today, and spent the whole day promoting his political ideas and ambitions, a political show, an essential one. Everything he said was not false, it could be said that 99 percent of it was true. He knew very well that in order to truly control the city, it was not enough to rely on other forces or official forces, and the common class was much more cunning than those old men imagined.

Indeed, the foundation of nobility was built on money and privilege.

But Wren knew better what it meant to please the people, and these relatively dispossessed commoners were more worthy of reliance than the great powers and nobles at critical moments.

This will be the first wealth that truly belongs to him since he came into this world.

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