Gone in the Sarmei Mountains?

The Sistine's brain was down in an instant!

No matter who it is, as long as he lives in this world, when it comes to the Salmei Mountains, the first thing that comes to mind is the black barbarians, and Wren's vigorous killing order. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe Salme Mountains have become one with the Black Barbarians, and have become related words that represent each other. Suddenly, one day, the Count of Wren told him that the black barbarians were gone, which was as ridiculous as someone told him that the nobles were patriotic.

But these words came from Wren's mouth, not those people who are good at spreading and creating messages, not those women who like to exaggerate rumors and have nothing to do, and are full of mouths.

Then it's worth thinking about.

There are millions of black barbarians in the Salme Mountains, and even if they are sharply reduced after several full-scale wars, they will not be reduced much. But why are they gone? Why are they gone? The Sistine, who was puzzled, finally looked at Wren.

Wren gave him only a two-word answer - the plague.

The moment the word ended, Sistin felt as if something had pierced his tail vertebrae, forcing him to jump up and look at Wren in amazement. He could well imagine that this plague may not have erupted naturally, but because of someone's will, man-made.

What kind of power is this that dominates this young body and soul and does such a despicable thing? Even as a Grand Chauvinistic Desi, Sistin still trembles with fear in the face of hundreds of thousands to millions of deaths.

But look at the man in front of him, he didn't even have a coming-of-age ceremony, he was only nineteen years old, his white face was cleanly shaved, his bright eyes were bright, and not a single hair in his meticulous hair deviated from where it was supposed to be. Although the fur coat he wore made him look a little bloated, the nobility and elegance that exuded from his body was definitely not something that could be changed by one or two clothes.

This is a civilized man, a cultured, decent aristocrat.

However, what he did really made Sisdin feel the fear from the deepest part of his soul, and he was terrified!

At this time, Sistin remembered that the nobleman in front of him, who was well-mannered, well-educated and virtuous, and had many names that were enough to make people fearful. The slaughterer of Balatan, the butcher of the province of Bell, the executioner of racism, the evil murderer of the demon king, .......

It seems that since he left the imperial capital, endless corpses and bones have been stepped on at every step, and there are rivers of blood everywhere he goes!

At this moment, Sistin's face turned red with a gasp, and he faintly saw that behind Wren, there were countless undead struggling and wailing miserably, forming a huge throne. Wren's slender white fingers, each one stained red with blood. Between his breaths, he breathed not air, but soul.

In a trance, Sistin stretched out two fingers to hook his collar and tore it hard, he had the illusion that he was about to suffocate.

"Mr. Sistine, what's wrong with you?", Wren asked curiously, looking at Sistin, who was suddenly pale and covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

"Ah......h No...... It's not ......," Sistin came back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly, unbuttoning his neckline, as if this was the only way to breathe. "Nothing, nothing ......"

Wren nodded, "Do you think I'm just making up a lie if a trade route is carved out of the Salmy Mountains?" Wren leaned back, a movement that made his chin lift slightly. The Sistin, who was sitting across from him, lowered his head instead.

"You have a point, if you can really open up a trade route, then all this will be done quietly. ”

This point does not need to be refuted and questioned, everyone knows that in Bell Province, Rennes is the sky, and there is his base camp. In addition, as the largest trading port in the southeastern region of the empire, the province of Bell is home to a large number of materials and a tiberium spar vein. Wren only needs to pick up enough goods, then take the Tiberium hedron out of the storehouse and send it to the Salmer Mountains.

No one would go back to the Salme Mountains to keep an eye on that secret trade route, and no one could do that.

In a trance, Sistine vaguely guessed Wren's purpose, and his heart beat even more violently. The sound of his pounding heartbeat was like a big drum being beaten in his heart, which shook him and made him bitter.

He just jumped out of the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's den.

In the past, if he failed, he might be sentenced to death, and he would be punished by the canon. Now, when the matter is defeated, his whole family will be hanged, and then his head will be cut off and hung on the Orlando family flag, and it will be spread throughout the empire to deter those who are ready to move.

He was tempted to ask Count Wren if he could quit now, but he didn't dare to speak.

If you open your mouth, you will die now, and you will not open your mouth......

There was a blinding light in his eyes, and since he was already standing on the edge of the cliff, he might as well jump. Maybe this jump can jump out of a different future.

Wren would never have imagined that in the course of the conversation, Sistine would have a fierce struggle and boundless associations in his mind. He tapped on the handrail and pulled the distracted Sistine back again, "Then Ebell's trade to the ice field will be freed from you." You and I haven't known each other for a long time, and you probably don't know me well. I'm not a mean person, as long as you follow the rules we set, then I won't interfere with anything outside of the rules. I am a generous person, a benevolent person, but at the same time, a cold person. ”

"Some people believe me, they become aristocrats. Some people didn't believe me and did unforgivable things, so they went to their ancestors. ”

"Your matter is very easy to solve, hand over the ledger to me, find a stand-in to be beheaded in your place, and that's the end of it. Wren's face was filled with a smile of great power and everything, "From today on, you are not Sistine, what should I call you...... Mr. Mystery?"

Sistin smiled wryly and shook his head, "Then call me Cerf." ”

"Cerf?", Wren said silently, smiling faintly, "Okay, Mr. Cerf." ”

Five days later, the knights dug up an iron box from a collapsed cave and pried it open to reveal three ledgers, as well as a few small bits and pieces. The Sistine was publicly hanged at Siukusius, and the head spread throughout the three northern provinces, while Wren began to return to the imperial capital.

The collapse of the Sistine smuggling syndicate really relieved Empress Pars. The Orlando Empire looks like a glamorous empire, but in fact it is in trouble both internally and externally. Externally, although Full Moon has withdrawn the troops facing off the border, this does not mean that Full Moon has given up the idea of wrestling with the Orlando Empire. The Byronic Empire is frantically building a cross-sea fleet, and if it can't be done by land, they will attack Orlando by water.

Within the empire, the three major aristocratic groups were transformed into three different parties, attracting more people to join. The people who were clamoring to "stand up and speak" also began to think about how to steal more power from the imperial nobility and the royal family.

The various classes are plotting for the greater good, forgetting that the root of everything they exist is the empire.

Wren cut off the nobles' minions in the north with a sword at this time, which was definitely a stimulant for those nobles and commoners who still had illusions about the royal family in their hearts. It can more effectively improve the cohesion of the people and the grass on the wall to the empire, and win more votes for Empress Pars in the Imperial Parliament!

Just like she said to Ganwen, Wren is indeed the minister of the humerus of the empire!

Therefore, everyone says that they don't like lies, but in fact they have a soft spot for lies. A beautiful lie is like an addictive poison that makes people indulge in it and drown without realizing it.

With two days to go before Wren's coming-of-age ceremony, Wren returned to the imperial capital. After almost two months, Wren returned to the imperial capital again. When he returned to the imperial capital, it was already late at night, almost one o'clock in the middle of the night, but even so, the Empress Pars summoned him immediately.

Sitting on the somewhat cold throne, Empress Pars wrapped herself in pajamas, and her peerless figure could not be concealed under the hazy pajamas. She didn't seem to mind this, but instead cocked her legs, and the two snow-white round thighs were like exquisite works of art, firmly catching people's attention.

"You're doing a good job. As soon as Empress Pars spoke, she set the tone for all that Wren had done in the north, including those he had designed and was the governor of De Malagu. In the long run, the death of one or two governors can be exchanged for peace on the border, then such deaths and losses are worth it.

Wren smiled, casually lying on the sofa, cross-legged, "You didn't say that some time ago, you almost pointed at my nose and scolded me." ”

Empress Pars's cheekiness was compared to Wren's, and she smiled nonchalantly, "Everyone has to face different circumstances and choices at different times, no matter what the choices are on the way, as long as the end is the same, there will be no problem, right?"

"You really don't mean ...... to say that", Wren casually threw three ledgers on the coffee table, "This is the ledger from the Sistine, which contains the things you are interested in." But I want to warn you, if you don't want to do something, don't open it. ”