So we're done. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info", Bethel didn't see any joy or displeasure on his face, it was not easy to stab Wren in the back, he knew very well that a person like Wren could never be stabbed to death, and his purpose was not to kill Wren, but to send Wren out of the Ministry of National Security. As a minister, he is not as good as a general minister, and he can make people laugh when he says it. As long as Wren doesn't leave for a day, he is now just a mascot in the Ministry of State Security, and he can't even mobilize many people.

He told himself in his heart that he didn't mean to harm Wren, nor did he betray Wren, but he just wanted to contribute his strength to the empire. During this period, in a short period of three months, Wren's brutal methods put the Ministry of State Security in opposition to almost everyone, whether it was the ruling class or those who claimed to be the truth, did not like this institution. The brutal, ruthless, unreasonable savagery makes some people fearful. The Ministry of State Security should not be like this, this department should exist for a greater purpose and scene, rather than worrying about some trivial matters in life.

The Ministry of State Security should have its own code of conduct, not a thug and tool of some people, Wren's actions during his tenure have a strong personal style, he treats this department as his own subordinate, and he can use it however he wants, which is unacceptable to Bethel.

Well, in fact, they are all excuses, he can find more excuses if needed, he didn't have a chance to return to the center of power before, and now that he is back, and he still has a lot of power, as long as he kicks Wren away, plus with the help of the aristocratic group, he definitely has the ability to become a minister.

A minister is a minister, and a minister is a minister, and the difference between the two is like a minister and a minister who is also a minister, and obviously in an imperial state, the prefix minister is higher than the minister.

At this time, he repeated his original intention again and again in his heart, and finally squeezed out a smile and stood up, shaking hands with the other two of them, and the atmosphere between the three of them was very harmonious. The female cousin found the female ticket passenger, and the female ticket ticket customer also fell in love with the female cousin, and the deal has been reached, so there is only work left.

"Your request is not excessive, I will report to the Marquis of Nungalaire when I return, and at the end of this year, and early next year, Wren will be transferred. The cadre in charge of contacting Bethel was very confident, and he raised his chin when he said the name of the Marquis of Nongalel, as an inconspicuous but relatively high-status cadre in the aristocratic group, he could report directly to the Marquis of Nongalele. He knew very well what it meant for Bethel and the Ministry of State Security to take refuge, and it was definitely exciting news that the coastal aristocracy finally had a sharp sword in the imperial capital.

Bethel achieved his goal, but he couldn't feel the joy, he pursed his lips and nodded, "I look forward to the Marquis's action." ”

"Please stay ......"

The moment Bethel opened the door, one hand happened to push the door in, and both sides were stunned.

Bethel's face suddenly became a little ugly, and the slightly fat guy in front of him made his heart skip a beat, and he forcibly endured his heart palpitations and showed an angry face, "Nietzsche, why don't you knock on the door." ”

The choice to talk about such a confidential matter at the Ministry of National Security was also Bethel's own consideration. His current home has been put under surveillance by his wife, and even elsewhere it may not be so safe. Although the Ministry of State Security is not as big as the Imperial Diet at this time, it is still on the cusp. The arrest of scholars, the torture of scholars, and the arrest of traitorous nobles involved were extremely influential in the people and events, and Bethel became a man of the hour in a moment.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he went home with Wren behind his back, the black cauldron he carried for Wren made him feel scared, he was worried that one day Wren would give him a black cauldron that he couldn't bear and bury him directly. He knows his position very well, he is the mascot, he is the shield. But the shield also has the pride and self-esteem of the shield, and he wants to be the one who holds the shield, not the shield that is pierced by the arrow.

During this time, not only the aristocracy was staring at him, but also those scholars and some of the commoner class. Looking for a place outside will fall into the eyes of people with a heart, and it is not as generous as being in his own office, even if someone asks, he also understands - these people are not here for themselves, they are trying to catch the nobles who have been arrested during this time.

What a perfect excuse to be flawless!

So at this time, although he was a little panicked, he could still maintain his confidence and not show a panicked look.

Nietzsche grinned, the red tooth marks set off the white teeth, he glanced at Bethel with disdain, the fat figure was unexpectedly agile, and kicked the young nobleman next to Bethel on the thigh. The latter exclaimed in pain, his thigh was suddenly attacked, his muscles were in great pain and spasmed at the same time, he staggered and fell to the ground with a frightened face.

A group of special investigators in gray uniforms poured into the room, grim-faced, black sticks in their hands, and several with long swords.

Nietzsche had an inexplicable pleasure at this time, so cool that the fat on his face trembled, and he stretched out his short thick fingers and swept it, "Grab them all and wait for the fate of President Rennes." ”

"Are you crazy?", Bethel broke away from an arm pressed on his shoulder and took a few steps back, "I'm Earl Bethel, the Minister of National Security, which of you dares to arrest me?"

However, his words did not help, these people were all from Ortlenburg, and in their eyes, even the Empress of Pars, was far less important than Wren.

Immediately, a special investigator directly picked up a stick and swung it at Bethel's head, the gardener was no longer young, his physical fitness was so-so, how could he be the opponent of these wolf-like young people. His mind was dizzy, his eyes went black, and then his head throbbed violently. In a matter of seconds, four or five sticks slammed his shoulders, head, and thighs, and in an instant Bethel lost his balance and ability to resist and fell to the ground.

Shrill screams rang out in the old library, some people doing their own thing with their heads down, others hurrying out of the place.

Wren, who had just finished thirty minutes of rest, was about to return to the venue before he stood up when a special investigator quickly walked up to him, leaned close to his ear and said a few words. Wren frowned, and stretched out again, so many nobles here, a small expression or action can make these old oilmen who have been in the officialdom for so many years figure out something. After he had said a few words, the man quickly left.

"What's the matter?", Gan Wen gave the special investigator a deep look, and walked over to Wren's side, now they were all grasshoppers tied to a rope, and no one could shake off the water. Wren's gloom for a short moment just now was seen in his eyes, and he came over and asked.

Wren shook his head slightly and lowered his voice, "It's nothing, there is a disobedient dog who wants to bite the owner, and the trouble has been solved." ”

Gan Wen nodded with satisfaction, "It's also a trouble to have too many dogs...... he sneered, he glanced at the huge dining room, and the nobles who were resting. In his eyes, these people used to be dogs, but there were too many of them, so many that they could already confront their owners. He patted Wren on the shoulder, "Take care of your personal affairs and don't affect our plans." ”

After the break, Congress will be held again, but this time, the atmosphere is not the same as before. The news from the outside was sent here through many channels, and many people knew that the civilians who were on strike and marching had rioted in the Golden Ring District, and they were attacking the estates of the nobles and even the families of the nobles, which made the faces of every nobleman look ugly.

As soon as everyone sat down, someone stood up and spoke, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, and all of you, I don't think it's time to continue, the situation outside is very dangerous, and we should deal with the riot first." As for the entry of the Count of Twright and the representatives of the people into the Imperial Diet, I think it should be completely vetoed. Their actions proved that they were not harmless, but a mob of thugs who, after entering the Imperial Diet, were in high risk of bringing great disaster to the entire Empire. ”

The whole hall of the parliament was suddenly in a mess like a bazaar, and everyone seemed to be talking, so noisy that the Queen of Pars frowned.

At this moment, two crisp knocks pierced through the noisy chatter, and the commotion gradually subsided. People's eyes were fixed on Wren's body, and Wren sat up straight and leaned forward slightly. On the table in front of him, there was a small amplified magic array pedestal, large enough for his voice to be heard in any corner of the Congress Hall.

"I have the opposite opinion, and the first thing we have to deal with now is the demand of the Count of Terlett and the representatives of the people. Wren's words echoed over the hall, and many people looked at him in amazement, wondering how this young guy who was too young to reach an adult could say such brainless words. The rioting civilians outside are attacking their estates, attacking their families, shouldn't the First Guards be mobilized immediately to suppress these thugs?

Why should they reconsider their demands in reverse? This is not at all in accordance with the rules of conduct of the nobles!

"You have to understand why these good people are rioting, it is because they have been in a high-pressure situation for a long time that they don't even know about. Now that this high pressure has reached its peak, if they don't vent again, either they will destroy others, or they will destroy themselves. Unfortunately, we poked them at this crucial point and found a pressure relief for them. Wren stood up and propped his hands on the table, "We can bring them to their knees by force, but this is only a temporary solution, and if we want a long stability, I think anyone ......"

He spread his hands and made a "big" gesture, "Anyone who has enough supporters can enter the Imperial Diet!"