The gloomy sky was covered with dark clouds over Ortlenburg, and the damp water molecules in the air formed patches of fog almost visibly in the air, shuttling back and forth through the streets and alleys of the city, wreaking havoc and soaking the clothes of pedestrians. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Two horse-drawn carriages sped through the streets, and the wide wheels squeezed and splashed the splattered sewage mercilessly on the pedestrians on the roadside, glaring angrily but daring to speak angrily. Someone cursed in a low voice, and a horsewhip "pia" flashed like lightning and whipped on the man.

Looking at the gold wreath badge on the carriage, the ragged woman on the side of the road covered the child's mouth tightly, for fear that he would make a disrespectful remark and annoy the nobles in the carriage.

Glancing at the dilapidated streets outside the carriage, Wren's eyes rolled slightly before he turned to look at the guy sitting across from him, "I don't like it here, but I have to be here." His tone was full of dissatisfaction and mockery, "thieves, robbers, murderers, *** liars...... It's a goddamn city!"

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Wren was wearing a dark red tuxedo dress, properly ironed, and his blue chin was held tightly by the collar of his white lace shirt like a green leaf. He smiled nonchalantly, flicked his fingers, and pulled out a fine silver cigarette case from his pocket. The cigarette case is set with a ring of fine broken stones, and the emerald the thickness of a thumb in the center shimmers brightly in the gentle light of curing illumination.

He opened the cigarette case, dug out a small brick with a delicate silver knife that was only the length of his palm, filled it into the pipe carved from dragon's blood wood, lowered his head slightly and raised the pipe to signal, Wren shook his head, he didn't like this way of smoking. The man snapped his fingers to himself, and suddenly a spark appeared out of thin air and ignited the cigarette in the pipe trough, and a rich fragrance suddenly filled the carriage.

This kind of smoke brick is a special product of the half-dragon people, and it belongs to special supplies, which is only for the nobles to enjoy. It is said that this tobacco is grown in the living area of the dragon family, and the dragon saliva of the dragon family often drips, creating this special aroma. Smoking this kind of cigarette will not cause any burden on the body, but will enhance the body to a certain extent, increase mental strength, and is an indispensable part of the daily life of the nobles.

"I understand what you mean, but you have to be clear that this is the result of the final discussion between the Privy Council and the Imperial Diet, and you can treat it negatively, but you must not resist the outcome. The middle-aged nobleman laughed as he pushed open the window of the carriage, and a smell of decay was blown into the carriage with the wind, "Although there are all kinds of disadvantages here, it also has unique advantages. ”

Wren immediately showed a listening look, the man opposite was one of the seventy-two permanent members of the Imperial Parliament, and he could be said to be the representative of the upper echelons of the entire empire, and he himself was one of the great aristocratic classes of the empire.

"Ortlenburg may not be as prosperous as Alexandria and not as rich as Wikicity, but it's easier to do here. The biggest dilemma you face now is not the abject poverty of wealth, but the need to have a power of your own. The middle-aged man paused for a moment after saying a long sentence in one breath, and took a breath with his pipe in his mouth, and the smoke in the pipe trough suddenly burst out a few sparks, and a puff of gray smoke rose up. "Govern Ortlenburg, take control of this place, change this place, and you have the capital to stand on. If you look at those big nobles, who don't have a rock-solid fiefdom? A fief can not only provide you with abundant wealth, but also provide you with a large number of soldiers and talents. ”

"What is a nobleman? If you don't have hundreds of thousands or more untouchables under your feet, why are you expensive?"

The middle-aged man said earnestly and comfortingly: "Remember, this is a test and an opportunity. As long as you manage Ortlenburg well, I'm sure those guys who shared weal and woe with the Thorn family in the past won't mind pulling you again. ”

Wren nodded, remembering.

The Orlando Empire has twelve golden families, four of which have completely perished in the long river of history, and now the remaining eight, the Golden Lion has become the Imperial Family, the Golden Scepter has become the Imperial Prime Minister, the Golden War Bear has been named the Imperial Marshal, and the rest have become vassals of these three. And he, Wren Alcania, is the last bloodline inheritor of the Golden Thorn Family. Alcania, which translates to thorny stem in Orlando, is thorny.

As the Twelve Golden Families, the Golden Thorns originally had hereditary dukes and a large fiefdom. However, after several generations of political struggles and struggles, it was finally weakened little by little, until now, only the title of a hereditary baron remains, and the feudal state has completely become a thing of the past, and even the fief has been revoked.

In March of this year, known as the bloody March, the imperial capital broke out again in a brutal dump, and the patriarch of the Alcanian family, who was the head of the wall, that is, Wren's father, once again stood on the wrong side, and went directly to see the God of Light in a fit of rage, leaving the mess to Wren. Fortunately, although the old father was on the wrong side, after all, he was also one of the twelve golden families, and he didn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, and the empire saved a little face for Wren, and after confiscating all his property, he kicked him out of the imperial capital and sent him to Ortlenburg.

Located in the Weimar corridor between the Orlando and Byron Empires, Ortlenburg is a chaotic area that is home to scumbags from both the Orlando and Byron Empires, making it a haven for crime. It is said that eleven nobles who have been assigned here have died inexplicably during their term of office, and the empire has been arrested several times without any result.

One can imagine how bad Rennes was at this time.

What makes Wren even happier is that he is not actually Wren himself.

On the day that Wren's father died of anger, Wren was secretly assassinated. Obviously, there was an attempt to reduce the number of gold families even more, and they succeeded and failed. The original Wren is indeed dead, but a new Wren is born.

Thus, the greatest villain, executioner, racist, butcher, tyrant in history, was born.

Of course, at this time, Wren did not realize what kind of changes a soul from time in time would bring to this world. He was now just an unlucky guy who was kicked out of the Imperial Capital's distribution border, and what was even more unfortunate was that he now had no help except for fifty gold coins and a fifth-level knight.

All the man in front of him can do is to temporarily let the forces in the city choose to wait and see, and the only one who can really help Wren is himself.