"I'm here to deliver food to the Marquis of Ferraz. The "greyhound" in gray uniform pushed a dining station outside the room where Ferraz was being held, and the person in charge of guarding the door looked at him with some surprise, and the gray dog who delivered the meal looked down at his dress, and after not finding anything wrong, he opened the plate cover on the dining car one after another, revealing the exquisite dishes inside.

Even if Ferraz is in a state of "incarceration", he is about entitled to enjoy such a delicacy. The three dishes of delicious food that had been carefully cooked by the chef just exuded the fragrance, which made people can't help but have an appetite, and the tangy aroma drilled into the guard's nose one by one, making him swallow a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

The guard in charge of guarding this room looked carefully at the colleague who delivered the food, and a smile appeared on his face, "I don't think I've seen you." ”

The guy who delivered the food shrugged his shoulders and poked one hand in his shoulder, "I used to be out on the field, and I was injured some time ago, and this arm was almost useless." Even if I have been cured now, I can't use heavy weapons, so my superiors arranged for me to switch from field to logistics, isn't it normal that I haven't seen me?", he briefly explained why he was here, and then said with a smile: "We may have to deal with each other a lot in the future." ”

The guard nodded, "That's right, the food truck is here, you can go back." ”

"Don't you need me to send it in?", the guy who delivered the food was a little incomprehensible, "This is an old library, who dares to mess around here?"

The guard shook his head and didn't speak, his attitude was already obvious, this was the rule. In fact, there was no one in the room behind him, and after Feraz himself killed himself, Nietzsche arranged an illusion to prove that Feraz was still alive from some side evidence. Every day, three meals a day are brought according to the normal meal time, and some dirty clothes are picked up every night and new clothes are brought in.

Occasionally, standing outside the door, you could hear Feraz roaring and swearing from inside the room, all of which said the same thing, that there was someone in the house, and that Feraz was still alive.

Nietzsche didn't know how many people in the old library were spies arranged by others, but there were definitely them, so Nietzsche had been careful to arrange such a puzzle, even if someone was conveying the news outside, it would be the wrong information.

The food delivery person didn't care about letting go of the handrail of the food truck, took two steps back, said goodbye to the guards, and strode away. A hint of doubt flashed in the guard's eyes, but soon his attention was drawn to the three exquisite dishes in the dining car. He pushed the cart into the cell, locked the door, brought a chair and placed it next to the dining car, picked up his knife and fork and began to cut the extraordinarily beautiful grilled steak.

The steak is made with veal, which is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and when you enter it, your teeth cut through the crispy coat, and the taste buds are completely surrendered in an instant to the back and forth bombardment of gravy and sauce. The movements in the guard's hands suddenly became faster, he was very satisfied with the job now, not to mention the leisurely work, and he was appreciated by his superiors, in addition to the skyrocketing income, it was a great pleasure to be able to eat such delicious food every day.

He kept his head down and just ate it, but he didn't notice some subtle changes in his skin, the white skin was covered with a yellowish layer, which was a sign of liver problems. He ate with a mouth full of oil, and after wiping the last trace of sauce from the plate and throwing it into his mouth, he leaned back in his chair with satisfaction. I gently stroked my stomach with both hands, and I burped with satisfaction, which was so refreshing!

Of course, it can't be said to be perfect, and the taste of today's dishes is stronger than a few days ago, which makes him feel a little surprised and a little uncomfortable.

Picking up the goblet on the table, he looked up and guessed the value of the wine that flowed into his mouth, and in less than three seconds, a glass of wine worth more than a gold coin entered his stomach.

"This is the life that people should enjoy!", he pretended to be a nobleman, picked up the napkin and dipped it on his lips, and then crumpled the napkin with a grin, so it was thrown on the plate.

Just as he was about to push the food truck out, there was a faint cramping pain in his stomach. He didn't think much about it, in fact, he had a similar experience at the first big meal, his humble stomach could not bear such noble food, and his stomach was upset.

He ran towards the toilet as he unbuckled his trousers and squatted on the toilet with a snap.

After squatting for a while, he didn't have a strong urge to defecate, he took a breath and held it in his chest, and with a squeeze, two bloody arrows splashed out of his nose and sprayed on the ground. His stomach was cramping and tumbling, and a fishy sour sensation surged up his esophagus, and he vomited out everything he had just eaten.

Crooked in his own vomit, he looked at the shattered pieces of black jelly-like stuff of the vomit species, and twitched from time to time.

Outside the old library, the food delivery guy glanced back and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Nietzsche got the news as soon as possible, and the person in charge of the food truck did not wait for the food truck to appear, he knocked on the door, pushed it again, and found that the door was locked from the inside, and immediately reported the news to his superiors, and finally reported it to Nietzsche. No matter what the reason was, if something went wrong, he immediately arranged for someone to arrest all the members of the Kapfield family, along with some of the close forces of the Kapoff family.

Those with golden blood were all sent to the Bell concentration camp in Bell Province, and those without gold blood were dealt with on the spot.

Looking at the crying Golden Ring District, Vito retracted his gaze with satisfaction, and he looked at the nobles sitting in the room, with a deep sadness on his face. He held the window edge with one hand and pressed the other hand on his forehead, as if he was about to cry, "I just received bad news, Feraz is dead, and the Capofield family is finished!"

The room was in an uproar, with some cursing Wren, some cursing Nietzsche, and some expressing fear.

Wren is really different from the previous emperors in the history of the Orlando family, his ruthlessness and decisiveness are not found by the heirs of the Orlando family in these generations, perhaps the Orlando I Emperor and the Orlando II Emperor can be comparable to him. He seemed to have a missing tendon in his head, and he never thought about what would happen if I did it, what the price would be if I failed.

He seems to do whatever comes to his mind, wielding his sword and scepter unscrupulously, messing up the entire empire.

The most hateful thing is that this guy rarely seems to lose, he is always able to be the final winner for all sorts of reasons and reasons, inexplicably!

What a damn guy!

Vito looked at the noisy room and put away the contempt in his eyes, he coughed heavily, and the noise in the room gradually calmed down, he looked around, and said in a low sorrow and a resolute sharp voice: "We can't continue to lie to ourselves, telling ourselves that one day this will all be over, and everything will go back to the way it was before." ”

"We need to face the reality, the cruel reality, that we have become the nail that some dictators with great power in their hands want to pull out, because our existence will interfere with his desire to control everything. If we let it go and choose to remain silent today, perhaps one of you, even myself, will become the next Feraz. ”

"I'm not intimidating any of you, that's the truth, and the truth is cruel, the brutal reality makes us realize that Wren is a brutal emperor, and he is not as good as the royals of the Orlando family. It's just that the Orlando family won't do anything to us until they have our hands on it. What we need to face now is a tyrant who will raise a butcher's knife against his courtiers without even an excuse. ”

"So!", Vito clenched his fists and waved vigorously, "We should overthrow him!, both for ourselves and for the sake of this empire!"

His words immediately struck a chord with the people, no one wanted to live in such a fear of becoming a corpse at any moment, so they responded to Vito's invitation to stand up one by one, indicating that they would join such a "sacred" cause.

The hot-blooded boss can't defeat any opponent except for himself, and Vito also knows that he can't defeat Wren with a moment of agitation, which requires a careful plan. Of course, the implementation of this plan will not be too difficult, because Wren stupidly left the imperial capital and went to Sunset City to make a pilgrimage, which gave them the greatest hope and possibility.

Vito slowly laid out his plans, how to send the army into the city, how to create public opinion, how to declare Wren's regime illegal, and how to finally judge Wren and send him to hell.

When discussing everything with everyone, it is obvious that the conclusions are more accurate and precise than if you were thinking about it alone. Many possible problems have also been filled one by one, looking at the more and more perfect plan, everyone's confidence has been inexplicably magnified under such discussions, and they even feel that with such a plan, Wren is certain to die.

For the next period of time, the Discipline and Security Committee and the Imperial Ministry of Security seemed to be turned into decorations, turning a blind eye to what they were preparing, and in other ways, proving how "perfect" their plans were.

It wasn't until more than half a month later, when everything was ready to stand up and subvert Rennes' regime at any time, that Vito sensed that something was not quite right.

How could it be that the gray dogs, whose noses were more sensitive than dogs, and the Discipline Protection Commission, who had been focusing on the nobles all day long, had not discovered what they had done and not discovered the abnormalities of the nobles?

Faced with such a situation, there are only two possibilities.

First, the plan he drew up was as all the nobles thought, highly operable, a perfect plan, an impeccable plan, so that the other party could not find any clues. But obviously this is impossible, a group of people doing one thing is never as good as one person doing one thing with a higher degree of "unity", there will always be people who make mistakes, there will always be something that is not handled well.

This brings us to the second possibility, where Wren is letting them go.

So what is Wren's purpose in doing this?

For screening!

In the story of the wise Desi, there is such a story.

A wealthy father has many children, who are either filial or rebellious, and some even try to persecute their father secretly for the sake of their father's wealth. But these children are polite and obedient, and it is impossible to judge who is a good child and who is a bad child by their behavior. So the rich father came up with an idea.

One day he led the children on an outing to a place they had never been before, where there was a big rushing river. My father and many children were resting and eating by the river, but my father accidentally stepped on a wrong foot and fell into the river, constantly rising and falling, struggling.

At this time, some of the children jumped into the river in a panic and swam towards their father, while others shouted on the shore.

In the end, the father was rescued by everyone, and the dejected father returned home with a blue face.

He made arrangements many years later before his father was about to die of old age.

All the children who jump into the water at the first time will receive most of his inheritance, and the children who jump into the water the second time will receive the rest of his inheritance, and those children who shout on the shore will have nothing.

The story does not tell any great truth, and it is even a bit "cliché", because no one can prove whether some of the children who waited anxiously on the shore for their father to be rescued were equally filial but could not swim, or whether the first children who jumped into the river were thinking of drowning him completely. But it's also a story of wisdom, and this story has a deeper meaning, which is to put yourself in a dangerous situation if you want to know who your people are.

Their own people will lend a helping hand to themselves in danger, while those "enemies" will stand by.

Vito broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of this, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

That's when Wren left, and how long he stayed outside.

How could such a sinister and cunning person as Wren leave the political core of the imperial capital without making any arrangements? How could he stay outside for so long with such peace of mind, all this shows that he has the means to know everything that is happening in the imperial capital, and he also knows that there are some people who are ready to act against him. He took the opportunity to identify his own and enemies among the nobles, and then prepared to reap the lives of the enemies.

This slut!

But things have come to this point, and it is beyond his control, and he can only hope that it was all a mistake caused by Wren's hubris, not a deliberate temptation by him.

On the last day of the month, before dawn, the sound of footsteps shattered the tranquility of the imperial capital, just like the last time, full of a momentum that could change the day!