Chapter 249

When I saw Her Majesty the Empress Pars again, it was already the third day of the incident, and the place where the Empress Pars received Wren was in her study. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The Orlando family is an imperial royal family after all, and its heritage and grandeur are obviously superior to other gold nobles. The huge study room can no longer be called a "room", perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a palace. The four walls of the study room of more than 400 square meters are filled with all kinds of books, most of which are handwritten animal skin scrolls and animal bone carvings. These books are from the royal collection of the Holy Empire and have now become the collection of the Orlando family.

As for whether anyone in the Orlando family has actually read these books, presumably there will never be an accurate answer to this question, at least not asking. There is a semi-circular dome in the study, and the dome is embossed with the moment when the goddess of wisdom tastes the fruit of wisdom, it is said that the goddess of wisdom was originally just an ordinary Desi person, with a good nature, she could not bear to see people living in the mountains and forests to drink blood, so she begged the father for a way to make people happy, so the god of light sent down the fruit of wisdom. The goddess of wisdom fell asleep for a hundred days after eating the fruit of wisdom, and when she woke up from her slumber after a hundred days, she had all the wisdom of the world.

She taught the Desi how to make tools, put them in clothes, live in houses, and build walls with stones to protect them from wild beasts. She led people from ignorance to civilization, created the Desi script, and unified measurements. In this process, many stories have happened, such as the birth of the god of magic, the appearance of the god of war and a series of mythological stories. The myth of the Desi gods has a long history, just as long as the Father God who created the world in the Church existed.

There are many special places with paintings and reliefs of corresponding mythological stories, such as the god of magic that can be seen everywhere in the Imperial Academy, and the god of war and the god of power in the military department.

"Shocking, isn't it?", Pars walked ahead of Wren as she looked up at the relief in the dome with a look of yearning on her face, "Wisdom is the most magnificent force in the world, and even the all-powerful god of magic and the god of war are ranked behind the goddess of wisdom. When I first saw this relief when I was a child, I thought that one day, I too would master infinite wisdom, and at a glance I would be able to see through the truth and mysteries of the world, and become the greatest female saint of all time. ā€

She smiled and shook her head, "It's a pity that I ended up being dragged down by the throne. ā€

"You can go after the endless truth now, and someone can help you sit on the throne anyway, right?" Wren smiled and couldn't see anything unusual, but what he said made Empress Pars a little coquettish.

"Are you kidding?", said Empress Pars, "why can't I express my youthful dreams once in a while?"

Wren laughed, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Because we are all the same kind of people, I think you might as well send troops to kill the goddess of wisdom in pursuit of truth, and then suck her blood and eat her body, so that you may be able to get her boundless wisdom directly!"

"Any word that comes into your mouth is creepy. Empress Pars glared at Wren, and actually asked her to kill the gods, not to mention, but also to eat the body of the goddess of wisdom? It feels disgusting to think about it, but deep down in the heart of Empress Pars, there is also an inexplicable thought. If there really is a goddess of wisdom, if the goddess of wisdom really exists in this world, you can also try it. The thought flashed through her mind, leading Wren to a resting place in the middle of the study.

Seven sofas, three long and five short, formed a circle, and inside was a low stone table like a six-pointed star, which was filled with vegetables, fruits, and snacks, as well as all kinds of juices and drinks. Empress Pars led Wren to sit on two different sofas, and after sitting down face to face, Queen Pars poured a glass of juice for Wren, "Autumn is more suitable for drinking some light juices, I don't like alcohol, that smell makes me sick to my stomach." ā€

Wren silently opened a file bag he was carrying, took out several documents inside, and threw them on the table. Empress Pars was stunned and laughed, "It can't be made up so quickly, is it?", as she spoke, she picked up one of them and placed it in front of her, and flipped through it nonchalantly. In the perception of Empress Pars, it is impossible to achieve anything so soon, and those noble scholars dare to point at the royal family and her empress's nose and curse, how can they succumb to such obscenity as Wren?

This document was either made up by Wren to deal with her, or it was just the nonsense of the Bachelors. But she just glanced at it, and was immediately deeply attracted by the content of the document, and quickly sank into the document.

Wren poured himself a glass of fruit wine, and he preferred this kind of fruit wine with a low alcohol content, a little sweet, and smelling like a carbonated drink Jianlibao to the sour and inexplicable taste of pure fruit juice. The wine was sweet and melted down the throat into the abdomen, and then a trace of heat gathered in the abdomen. He looked at Pals, who had a solemn face, and sat back on the sofa with a smile, looking at the woman.

This kind of behavior is very rude, if there are court ceremonial officials who are there, maybe they will rebuke Wren, Her Majesty is supreme, how can he look at her with the eyes of mortals? But then again, if you cover Pars's face and just look at her figure, it is definitely first-class hot. The chefs in the royal family have their own systems, as well as Her Majesty's personal body stylists, who can always keep the Queen of Pars extremely hot and healthy.

However, with that face, the score of 99 points instantly dropped to 75 points. Empress Pars can't be said to be ugly, she has nothing to do with ugliness, she can only be said to be relatively ordinary, not at all as amazing as her figure.

If Empress Pars dared to accept those crazy alchemists, who claimed to change people's lives, she might be able to become a woman who would have captivated the country and the city, albeit artificially.

In the process of scrutinizing, Empress Pars slammed the document on the table, and then pressed it with a palm, and slapped it with a loud bang. She frowned, put away her palm and hid it behind her, Wren smiled a little gloatingly, it must have hurt from the shot. Pars is similar to him, he can't cultivate battle qi and magic, and Pars doesn't need to cultivate battle qi and magic. The unsuspecting palm slapped so hard, and Wren felt that his hand was about to crack when he thought about it.

Pars glared at Wren, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes, almost overflowing. She stared at Wren and pointed to the document on the table with a different hand, "Can you guarantee that everything in it is true?

Wren spread his hands, "Of course, I swear by my ancient ancestors, by the blood I carry, I have absolutely not changed a word, a word, every sentence is from the mouth of the person being interrogated." ā€

"They eat ours, drink ours, enjoy the privileges and status we give them, and now they actually want to bite us in turn!", murderous aura, although Empress Pars has only been on the throne for half a year, but this half a year is enough to develop her unstoppable momentum, the corners of her skirt dragging on the ground are slightly stirred by this surging murderous aura, and a circle of qi waves that cannot be seen by the naked eye instantly centered on Empress Pars, and quickly spread around.

Wren only felt a cold breeze blowing on his face, but he also felt the murderous intent and tyrannical emotions hidden in the breeze.

The documents were fabricated, but not all fabricated, and twenty percent of the dry goods plus eighty percent of the fabricated things were enough to make the Empress of Pars furious. What makes her angry is not the 80 percent falsehood, but the 20 percent attitude and thoughts.

The danger of thought and attitude is far more dangerous than doing something stupid, like a young man who fights with someone else can only be said to be young and impulsive. But if the purpose of the fight is to rob, then the nature of the whole thing is different. Driven by the fact that ideas in turn prove the danger of ideas, these nobles have been blacklisted by the Empress of Pars. With their own peculiar stupidity, they have carved a shortcut to hell for themselves.

Empress Pars, like many emperors, can tolerate some offenses, but there must be nothing in them that shakes the very essence of royal rule. You can point to the nose of the Empress Pars and say that she is an ugly woman, and that she will not kill a person for such a trivial matter by pretending to be unmoved and going home alone. That only proves that she is not a qualified emperor, but a narrow-minded tyrant.

But if you seek to take her throne, even if you haven't done anything, but just thought about it, or told someone, then congratulations, you have planted it. Even the anecdotal information was enough to make the Empress Pars nervous, let alone such conclusive evidence? human witnesses, physical evidence, a perfect chain of evidence.

"What do you want to do?Wren?", Empress Pars quickly reined in her killing intent and asked indifferently, but there was still boundless hatred in the depths of her eyes.

Wren smiled, "It's not what I want to do, it's what you want to do, Pars." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If you want to let them go, then I will cure the sins of Colin and the others." If you want them to pay, I am the scythe that reaps the sharp edge of life. ā€

"How much smuggling have you added to it?", Empress Pars closed her eyes slightly, as if they were not closed, and her drooping eyelids and eyelashes made it impossible to see her eyes.

"I don't know these people, I just want to know who the hell wants to be my enemy. The Alcanian family has been passed down to me, and it is my duty to distinguish who is an enemy and who is a friend. If you don't believe my findings, then you can just use your people to find out, and I'm sure the truth won't be too far off. Wren briefly justified his purpose, and said it very frankly, which made the doubts in Pars's heart subside a little.

She didn't completely believe in Wren in her heart, the most important thing was that her heart couldn't see through Wren's heart, and she couldn't tell whether Wren's every word was true or false, which made her a little frightened and angry. She believed that Wren must have gained some great inheritance, strong enough to rival her heart's eye.

There was a moment of silence before Empress Pars nodded, "I trust you, Wren, to do it." I don't care about the outcome, I just want to see those betrayers shed their last drop of blood and die a miserable death!"

"As you wish!"

"But there's a small question now, Your Majesty Pars. Wren coughed lightly, "If you don't have enough names, you can't do just things, so I think the Archives Department is no longer suitable for the current situation, we should change the name, at least so that people don't feel that the Archives Department is overstepping its authority to do these things, and it is convenient for me to act." ā€

They had already promised Wren to let go of his hand and do it, and Pars also looked very single, "What name do you want to change?"

"The Imperial Ministry of National Security in Orlando!"

The listing of the Ministry of State Security did not alarm anyone, and the biggest official who came was probably the old Minister of Archives of the Ministry of Security, Earl Bethel. Looking at the sign of the Archives Department to the Ministry of Security, although he didn't quite understand what was going on, Earl Bethel was still very excited. Power is a poison without an antidote, and even if you know that if you take this poison, you will inevitably die without a place to be buried, few people can resist that impulse and desire.

"So, we're not a pond department anymore?", Bethel was in a very good mood, and even joked, many people said that the archives department was a pond, and its role was to raise fish. Although it is a mockery, it is also true. Dozens of people in the whole department didn't have anything to do, not fish farming? Bethel was able to joke with this, which meant that he understood what the name change of the department came with - power.

Ministry of State Security, just listen to the name and know that this department is definitely not a simple small department, there will inevitably be a big move in the future, Bethel's already calm heart fluctuated again, he took Wren's hand and shook it vigorously, "In the future, the department will rely on you, and I will nominate you as the deputy minister of the Ministry of State Security." ā€

Wren patted the back of Bethel's hand and rejected his offer, "We don't have any seats in the Imperial Council, and those old men won't agree to your request." They would rather see us turn into a pile of shit. And our role is not pleasing either, the entire Ministry of Security is more like a knife of the royal family, and the nobles are not destined to like us. Rather than bring humiliation on yourself, it is better to develop quietly. ā€

"I believe that one day, everyone will look at us in fear. ā€