There is absolutely no defense in this world that is not flawed, and even the most powerful mage elemental dominators in the world have flaws in their power to destroy the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info gods can fall, not to mention a nobleman who doesn't even have extraordinary strength, and a group of smugglers. They can't be truly foolproof, just finding a small gap that can pry open their tortoise shell, revealing the weakest part.

On the way back, Wren kept thinking about how to find this flaw.

When he returned to the Governor's Palace, Gahel had already sent the Sistin away, and he looked at Wren with a kind of indifference, a sense of superiority.

"Count Wren, how is the investigation?", if this sentence is independent from the environment, context, and the whole context, it is definitely a very ordinary and normal sentence. But at this time, Gahel's words were like a kind of playful teasing. He carefully hid his things, and couldn't wait to watch Wren's impatience and annoyance after he couldn't find it, as if this would make him happy.

Wren glanced at him squintingly, his calm and waveless eyes like the eternal ice in the north, without a trace of waves. The smile on the corner of Gahel's mouth suddenly froze, the corners of his mouth slowly flattened, and the banter in his eyes was replaced by solemnity. Wren looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and it was said that there was still a month before the coming-of-age ceremony. But you can't really think of him as a young man, Gahel also has children of his own, and his second son is about the same age as Wren.

After some comparison, he found that his second son was a waste, without any city, happy and angry, and could not stand the slightest ridicule and teasing, like a thunderbolt swimming in the sky, irritable, and shallow.

The one in front of him, the calmness in his eyes gave him the illusion of facing his peers, and he didn't have any upper hand. At this time, everything seemed to be a move by the other party intentionally or unintentionally, but he felt that he was a clown, making ridiculous and funny actions, vulgar and cheap.

Wren's gaze was not too aggressive, nor was it sharp like a knife poking into Gahel's heart, he looked at him so indifferently, until he saw Gahel take the initiative to look away and look away, Wren retracted his gaze, "As long as you seriously explore and discover, there will always be some gains more or less." You asked me how my investigation went?", Wren raised his wrist and grabbed his cuffs and tugged at it, swept the placket of his clothes, grabbed the collars on both sides with both hands and struggled hard, raised his chin and looked at Gahel arrogantly, "I have made a lot of important discoveries. ”

With a contemptuous smile, he glanced at Gahel with an arrogant gesture, "I'm tired, bring lunch to my room." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he left the gate with Jasmine and walked towards the stairs. Watching Wren disappear around the corner of the staircase, the sound of his leather boots tapping on contact with the staircase countertop echoed in his ears, a bright red suddenly appeared on Gahel's clean face, and this red quickly turned iron blue. The palm of his hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, then released. He took a deep breath, calming the throbbing in his heart, and stared wistfully at Wren's way back.

What did he find?

Why does he have such self-confidence?

Why did he treat me like this in my place?

Isn't he afraid?

Could it be that he really thought that the golden aristocracy could be unscrupulous?

There is no answer.

If there was still a trace of reservation in the so-called cooperation between Gahel and Sistin before, then at this time, he had already made up his mind that he must send Wren away as soon as possible, and he could not be allowed to stay here. Such a guy gave him the feeling that it was too dangerous, and Wren was like a poisonous snake hidden in a hole, and he didn't know when it would burst out and bite a fatal bite.

Back in his bedroom, Wren stood on the bed and looked at the lifeless city and sneered. Yes, this morning's wandering around made him find it difficult to find clues to the smuggling syndicate, which had arranged everything properly. They didn't put the goods in the city, and they also cleared the uneven sounds in the city, polishing the whole city like a smooth mirror, so that Wren had nowhere to exert his strength.

But no matter how difficult the situation is here, is it even more difficult when he is alone in Ortlenburg? Even Ortlenburg can be mastered by him, let alone such a city?

Since you have nowhere to exert force, create a point that you can focus on!

He is a golden nobleman, how can he be entangled by such ordinary difficulties, these people are still too naïve, they don't understand what a golden aristocrat is, what is a rule breaker!

Lunch was relatively simple, still Peter's Yak steak and a serving of vegetables. In the Northland, the price of vegetables is often more expensive than meat, and in this world where there are no greenhouses, it is very difficult to find some greenery that meets the tastes of the nobility in the ice and snow. Only in a place like the Doge's Palace can you use the Magic Pedestal and Tiberium Hedrons to create a greenhouse dedicated to growing out-of-season vegetables.

After eating, Wren didn't think about continuing to go on the street, he needed to plan his next work and let Jasmine have a good rest. He believes that once people are forced into a corner, they can do anything.

The atmosphere of the whole city is very oppressive, and people's hearts are enveloped by an invisible dark cloud, which is heavy and breathless.

In the slums north of the city, a one-eyed man drank wine, and occasionally a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.

No city can be completely fair and just. As long as there are people who hold power, as long as people still have desires, there will be disparities and contradictions.

The gap between the rich and the poor, the conflict of power, there are successful people such as Gahel and Sistine, then there must be losers. The one-eyed man was a loser, having been the number one man in the city, but since Gahel took office, he has been removed from the list. This small city of 300,000 people is too small, and it is too poor, and if you want to live a good life, it is not just as simple as being an ordinary bad person.

His name was Norton, which had no special meaning, and commoners were not entitled to use surnames, nor would they choose a Desi name with a special meaning for their children like nobles. Norton, the name is just a smooth one, and there are not many people who call it in Hukutius, so you can easily distinguish the difference between this Norton and other Nortons.

He used to be the leader of a gang, but it is not quite right to say that it was a gang, he was originally born into a poor family, and he had been running for a living since the age of thirteen. It was the end of the reign of Orlando VI, and the policies and social environment were relatively moderate. He brought many people to their knees by force and became the boss of the city's laborers. Once a person becomes the well-deserved boss of a certain industry, then it means that in this industry, the rules will be set by him.

In those years, Norton relied on his power to get some money, and it was just some money. If the foreign merchants and the local merchants needed helpers, men, or anything, they had to be arranged by him, and in this he did himself a little benefit.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is bullying and dominating the market.

He wasn't a good guy and couldn't be a good guy.

But as soon as Gahel came to power, the nobleman from the south immediately set about purging the city of the stubborn old forces, crushing and dispersing the tyrannical workers. And Norton's eyes were also blinded by the soldiers who came to suppress them in such a conflict. It was at that time that he realized that no matter how ostentatious he was, in the eyes of the nobles and officials, he was actually no different from those who were often bullied by him.

Only then did he settle down, and with some money he had saved before, he bought a shop in the eastern part of the city and lived on rent.

Norton put down his glass, looked at the somewhat gloomy sky beyond the sky, covered his eyesockets with lost eyes, and frowned. Every rainy day, his eye sockets would throb and ache, so that he would never forget what happened that day.

"Brother, where are you eating?", a strong man about the same as Norton hurriedly ran in outside the door, this strong man called him brother, but it was not his younger brother, but a former subordinate. Norton's men had a hard time most of the time, and they were so used to getting something out of their way that they suddenly had to do manual labor. What's more, the guys who were already different from ordinary people are going to become ordinary people, which is definitely a blow psychologically.

Someone withstood the blow and broke the line with Norton and returned to a peaceful life. There are also some people who can't do it, so they can only hold on.

Seeing the beef on the table, the strong man immediately salivated, and he didn't care whether Norton greeted him or not, he sat down and ate it.

As he ate, he said, "Brother, guess who I saw today?"

Norton was so appetized by this guy that he dropped his knife and fork, held a wine glass, and asked, "Who?"

The strong man showed a mysterious smile, and a few syllables were squeezed out of his thick lips, "The noble lord from the imperial capital!"

"Oh?", Norton's eyes shrank slightly, and suddenly he thought of something, leaned out and grabbed the strong man's collar, "When did you come, why don't I know?"

The strong man was a little confused, and he was stunned: "It's just yesterday, didn't Gahel inform us that we are not allowed to go to the street yesterday, it turns out that it is because this noble lord is here......"

Norton directly grabbed the small pot containing the yak meat and stuffed it into the arms of the strong man, his only remaining eyes flashed with a fierce light, "Go and inquire, what is this noble lord doing!"