The comet-like rise of Wren led Ortlenburg out of the sea of misery, so that the people of Ortrenburg still retained a trace of awe, they did not directly break into the city lord's mansion and cause a greater riot as the sallow-faced man guessed, but stood neatly outside the gate of the city lord's mansion, quietly waiting for the city lord to appear through the fence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sallow man's face changed slightly, and the request of the above big shopkeepers was to let him find a way to make it difficult to end the matter, and it was best to incite this group of people to storm the City Lord's Mansion, and it would be even better if he could kill a few people. To put it bluntly, it is to set off a huge wave under the guidance of the situation through this small matter, because once a person dies, whether it is for Rennes or the civilians of Ortlenburg, it is emotionally unacceptable.

One side is deeply insulted, the other side is fiercely oppressed, once the antagonistic emotions erupt, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of results will erupt under the impulse.

There must be one side to compromise, and the one who compromises will definitely not be a commoner, but only the city lord's mansion, and countless successful attempts have convinced them of this.

At that time, they stood up again, used food to appease the violent emotions, and at the same time sold a good face to the City Lord's Mansion, not offending people on both sides, and at the same time sold the food in their hands at a high price, and let Ren owe them favors, killing three birds with one stone, what a perfect plan?

The sallow-faced man gritted his teeth and slammed into the iron gate of the City Lord's Mansion, his hands clutching the iron fence and shaking it vigorously. The faces of the guards who had already surrounded the city lord's mansion, which had already looked a little relaxed, began to become cold and dangerous, their hands were pressed on the hilt of their swords, and some people planted the magazines of crossbow arrows on the Lu crossbow arrows. But what scared them didn't come, and the sallow-faced man was like a clown, and the inhabitants of Ortrenburg behind him took two steps back and looked at him coldly.

A bead of sweat flowed down the sideburns of the sallow man, curling two yellowed miscellaneous hairs, leaving a trace of a line of sweat droplets.

He let go of his hand with a dry smile, rubbing his hands back and forth unnaturally in front of him, no longer having the previous arrogance. He knows very well that if he does this kind of thing alone, he will die, and everyone must do it together in order to ensure that the law does not hold the people accountable. His mind began to spin wildly, did he get the wrong script? Are all the people here so cold-blooded? so indifferent to his own affairs? After rolling his eyes in his sockets twice, he stepped back, trying to squeeze into the crowd and hide.

But what he didn't expect was that he couldn't squeeze in?!

He wasn't sure if it was a hungry look or if he really had a prejudice against himself, he had seen a lot of hungry people, their eyes were no different from fierce, and they wanted to bite at everything. He honestly stood at the front of the crowd, not daring to make any more movements, but he also found that things did not seem to be as simple as he imagined.

Soon there was a slight step in the manor, and some greetings. The guards on the inside of the gate lowered their bows and crossbows, and the hands on the hilts of their swords were also placed at their sides, and the respect in their eyes overflowed, and they saluted a young man.

That's the castle lord!

The sallow-faced man was not a local, and he had slipped into the city a few days ago. It's not impossible to find someone in the city who opposes Wren, but it's even harder to get them to stand up. Countless powerful seniors have constantly verified this with their own blood and lives, and there is no good end to fighting against Wren.

That's why the grain merchant brought his own people, and he was a familiar one.

This man had never met Wren, he had heard of it before, and this was the first time he had seen him. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, such a young city lord, it must be easy to be impulsive, right?! He even had a hint of a relaxed smile on his face. He was ready to be beaten by the young man or his entourage, using this bitter ploy to stir up the anger in the hearts of the people around him, and then to incite antagonism and conflict. In the blink of an eye, he had already written a flawless script.

The iron gate of the City Lord's Mansion was slowly opened, and the guards tried to stop it, but they were stopped by Wren. He took Blair and the two men and walked out the door, directly facing the growing number of Ortlenburgers. Wren didn't have the slightest fear in his heart at this time, except for anger. His eyes are sharp and deep, and he never shies away from any gaze, and if you look at me, I will stare at you.

Many of them bowed their heads in the round of staring, until one bowed and all the people of Ortrenburg bent down. They found out that Wren was still the same Wren, and he hadn't changed. People can lie, but eyes are hard. They don't know what the eyes of a lie are, the only thing they can see with their own eyes is the purity in Wren's eyes, without the slightest guilt, without the slightest dodge, above board!

"Why are you stuck here. The civilization stick in Wren's hand poked the ground, and the tip of the gold-wrapped stick was slightly deformed in his movements, making the corners of some people's mouths twitch, and they were extremely distressed.

The man with a sallow face was still hesitating, and he didn't know who suddenly kicked him from behind, his stomach pushed forward first, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity, so he could only stagger to catch up with a few steps and stabilize his figure. He was embarrassed at this time, and it was also dangerous to stand outside the crowd.

Wren looked this man up and down, in his thirties, with a sallow face, and he looked sick at first glance. Emaciated, black hair withered and yellowish, typical of malnutrition. It was impossible for him to know every Ortrenburger, and his gaze stayed on this person very calmly, "Are you an Ortrenburger?"

The sallow man trembled imperceptibly at the corner of his eyes, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart, this young man didn't seem to be as easy to deal with as he imagined. If he was not an Ortlenburger, even if he was beaten to death by the city lord in front of everyone, he would not be able to arouse the hatred of these Ortlenburgers. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, I am a native of Ortlenburg, I want to ask your lordship ......"

Wren raised his stick and interrupted his speech, "What neighborhood do you live in?", his gaze was still as calm as before, and there was no trace of fire in his tone, and there was no fluctuation in his voice.

But it was just such a question, which made the man with a sallow face start to sweat again, his mind spun at an extremely high speed, and countless pictures flashed in his mind one by one, until a road sign appeared. "I'm a resident of Beltway West, and I live there. He paused, and continued to ask, "My lord, I want to ask you......"

Wren raised his staff of civilization again and shook it, once again stopping the sallow-faced man's words, he casually glanced at the crowd, and when a young man's gaze met his gaze, Wren's eyes and pupils moved slightly, and he was able to make the young man notice that Wren was calling him by name through such a simple movement. The young man did not hesitate, pushed away the crowd and walked out, standing beside the sallow-faced man, bowing and calling himself an adult.

Wren sneered and ordered, "Call me the councillor of the west block of Ring Avenue and ride my horse." ”

As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately ran into the city lord's mansion and led Wren's horse out, the exquisite and luxurious saddle and the well-bred BMW were eye-catching, the young man salivated, touched the oily body of the horse, stepped on the stirrup, and turned over the horse beautifully. He tugged at the reins, turned his horse's head and quickly disappeared into the street.

There were more beads of sweat on the sallow man's face, and he was hesitant and wanted to retreat, but the young people behind him blocked him. He opened his mouth to say something again, but he was shocked by Wren's eyes, and he closed his open mouth again without spitting out a syllable. His body began to tremble, in order to make himself look like a person who had been hungry for several days, he really hadn't eaten for more than two days, which would be mentally coercive and the whole person was shaking.

Wren ignored him and closed his eyes.

The atmosphere in the streets grew more and more solemn, and more and more people from Ortlendburg came from other places to see what was going on.

In less than twenty minutes, the sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence again, and two old men in their sixties sat in the saddle one after the other, approaching quickly. Not far behind Wren's mount, the lad was running wild. In order to allow the two old men to come, he deliberately chose to give up his position.

The horse was attracted by the horse keeper's whistle, and when its smart eyes looked at Wren, it had a hint of human attachment, and it slowed down, walked to Wren's side with broken steps, and arched Wren's shoulder affectionately with its head. Wren opened his eyes and touched his head, and the horse raised its head happily and shook its neck, its mane like a joke flicked up, and it raised its feet slightly. The horse keeper was startled, knowing what the horse was going to do, so he hurriedly rushed forward and grabbed the reins, pulling it down hard, while comforting it.

The two old men also knew what the horses were going to do, and they got off the horses with rolling belts, and they were a little embarrassed.

Wren patted the horse and asked the horse keeper to take the horse away, he pointed to the sallow-faced man, and said, "He said he is from your community, do you know?"

The two old men just glanced at it, and then they sneered, "Hu is in a hurry, I haven't seen it at all, where did the wild child pretend to be an aboriginal here?"