The sky was a little gloomy, and after the abnormal weather of dry and high temperature in the summer in mid-October, the temperature finally began to drop, and the dark clouds also came to play, piling up in the sky above the imperial capital. The pen is www.biquge.info black and pressed, giving people the illusion that they can touch it when they look up and reach out. The air was exceptionally humid, and every breath I could feel the heavy particles of dampness in the air, making the air thicker in the humid weather, and the carriage on the side of the road sped by, only lifting a few pieces of dirt, but not the dust and sand that had been flying in the past.

Pedestrians also changed into long-sleeved clothes, and most of them carried umbrellas in their hands, ready for emergencies. The imperial capital is like a quiet child under the dark clouds, quietly waiting for the rain with its eyes open.

When a silver serpent came out of the dark clouds, it brought the thunder and fire that belonged only to the sky to the earth, lit up the world, tore the dark clouds, but also made the downpour to the dust. The rainstorm is like an endless river in the sky that has burst its embankment, and the infinite river water directly splits down.

The moment the young girl opened the umbrella, a strange wind swept the raindrops, and the umbrella in her hand was not grasped carelessly, and she was actually swept away by the wind in this rainstorm. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, like midnight, the girl who was drenched in the rain shivered, and ran to the house by the side of the road with her arms folded and her head down. Although under the eaves, it was already crowded with people hiding from the rain, and there was no place to hide from the rain, she probably hoped that by virtue of her youth and gender, those people could move a small place for her to have a foothold.

There was a loud bang, like the roar of a giant, that resounded throughout the world. The dark world suddenly brightened, bright as incandescent, and the deflection was fleeting.

This thunderclap lit up the world and drew attention to the carriage on the road.

The man hiding from the rain under the eaves was also idle, and he couldn't help but smile and said: "I don't know which nobleman it is, have you seen the family emblem? At this time, he is not enjoying happiness in his own manor, and if he has to run out, I am afraid that he will be guilty." The commoners of the imperial capital are like this, they discuss the nobility without scruples, unlike those rural places, where people dare not discuss the nobility. In the imperial capital, sometimes some well-connected commoners even dared to judge with the nobles, or apply to the nobles for a duel.

They are not afraid of the nobility, maybe this is the so-called "courage of the imperial capital"!

"It was too dark, and I didn't notice the family emblem on the carriage just now, but whoever it was, it was the coachman who suffered. A man with silver-gray hair whispered.

It was only after he finished saying that there was a long pause before anyone continued, and he shook his head with a wry smile, he had long been accustomed to it. The Desi people are a people who pay a lot of attention to blood and blood, the more pure the Desi people, the purer the hair color, black, flax, gold. Of course, for example, colors such as golden brown and coffee gold can barely be considered Desi, and the hair color of other colors does not have pure Desi blood. As far as the Desi are concerned, none of these guys are human - it is a cliché that they think that except for the Desi, all the other races are actually some kind of beasts that look like people, and they are not human anyway, only the Desi are human.

This kind of discrimination has long been deeply engraved in the bones of the Desi people, like a young mother on the side of the road teaching her child to point to a person with hair of other colors and say, look, it's a brute. This most primitive and impressive knowledge will be passed down from generation to generation, and will be sublimated by personal emotions, such as "That's an ugly brute", "That's a dirty brute".

The silver-gray haired man has gradually become accustomed to this feeling of being discriminated against by others in the years of living in the imperial capital, of course, it does not mean that everyone will show discrimination on their faces, normal life can still exist, only at certain times, these discrimination that is invisible on weekdays will play a terrifying role. Between the lightning and thunder, another lightning bolt struck down, and the instant illumination made everyone have similar expressions.

The silver-gray haired man smiled, lowered his head and stopped talking.

This heavy rain covered the sky, the earth, people, and hearts.

On the first day of returning to the imperial capital, there was such a heavy rainstorm, Wren sat in the carriage, and the torrential rain outside the carriage did not affect the quiet in the carriage, and the cost of this carriage may make many people desperate. His thumb rubbed the brass ring on his index finger or the brass ring on his middle finger, and his gaze penetrated the carriage of the carriage into the unknown void.

In early September, after more than 10 days of arguing, the imperial capital finally reached an agreement, and Rennes's original 5 percent share rose to 8.2 percent, which was also the final bottom line. If they can't talk about it, let alone Wren, Queen Pars may not be willing to continue mining this vein. As the royal family of the empire, it seems that the Empress Pars has an economic crushing power over other nobles and owners of noble groups, but people always forget that the royal family does not rule one or two places, nor does it manage three or five cities. Earn more, spend more!

Along with this number, there is also a dispatch in front of Wren.

Because of Wren's outstanding performance during the Bellline Provincial Unrest, the "Third Amendment to the Special Merit Promotion Act" was unanimously passed by the Empress Pals and many nobles on Parliament Day, that is, in the same year, Wren was promoted to the knighthood for the second time.

Yes, he was canonized as an Imperial Count, but at the same time he had to return to work in the Imperial Capital, which also arranged for him to work more effectively - the Imperial Archives Department in Orlando, Head of the First Confidential Section.

It's really gratifying, it's gratifying, after a cycle, the office newspaper reader seems to have embarked on the road of the newspaper reader again. After several pushovers, Wren finally couldn't refuse, and he had to come to the imperial capital to perform his duties and report on his past experiences, otherwise Her Majesty the Empress Pars might be sent further away by him, such as the Far North Ice Field. Compared with the inhumane climate of the Arctic Ice Fields and the barbarians who believe in fists, Wren feels that it is better to be the imperial capital.

He knew very well that whether it was a so-called promotion or a higher title, the ultimate goal was to take him away from Bell Province. As long as he does not leave the province of Bell, he will not be controlled for a day. The Bell Province and the Tiberium hedron excavation work will not be able to settle down completely, and no one knows if this guy Wren will cause a big problem and blow everyone up. In order to prevent Wren from becoming a bomb outside the imperial capital, in order to better unite this little friend who is also a member of the golden aristocracy, he must return to the imperial capital, it is imperative, even the aristocratic group began to spread the word to Wren through open and dark channels, if he does not want to become the enemy of all nobles and the ruling class, the best thing is to obey Pars's orders.

After explaining, arranging, and cleaning up, he finally returned to the North God Capital!

But this time he came back, not because of compromise, but for conquest!!

For a while, boundless thoughts rose and fell in his mind, and a thunderclap left a trace in the sky that was deep in people's hearts, and then fell fiercely in the copper ring area. I watched the fire rise and be extinguished by the torrential rain. Presumably, while people feel happy, they are also a little dazed. Should we be thankful for the torrential rain that extinguished the fire, or should we hate the disaster that this rainy day has brought about?

The carriage entered the Golden Circle unimpeded, and in the streets not far from the palace, the flags of the wreath of thorns danced in the air. The Magic Pedestal provides all kinds of magical magic to all those in need, and using the magic shield as a shield for the banner is not the first of its kind to Wren, almost all the nobles do it.

The housekeeper stood excitedly at the gate of the manor, excited and unable to help himself. He didn't have an umbrella or a raincoat, but the rain just couldn't fall on him. From the gate of the manor to the gate of the house, all the rain and wind on the straight passage was blocked by a tunnel wall of wind. The use of the sixth-level magic pedestal completely avoided any natural disasters, and of course the cost was very high, and in just three minutes, a standard Tiberium hedron would disintegrate and collapse into powder.

The butler has been standing here for almost half an hour!

The carriage slowly stopped on the edge of the corridor, the door was pushed open, a delicate leather boot was exposed, Wren held the handle on the door, and the other hand was on the hand of the civilization stick, very elegant, very graceful and graceful walked out of the carriage. He tidied up the clothes on his body, and the ornaments he wore in some inconspicuous places were shining brightly at this time. He casually threw the staff of civilization to the butler, and a kind smile appeared on his face, "I'm back." ”

The butler was so excited that he was about to cry, a year ago he was desperate, and even thought that the lovely young master Ren would never come back, and the Arcanian family would become the dust of history and be swept into the garbage heap like other disappeared golden nobles. Who would have thought that Wren's departure would not only not become a laughing stock, but would fall into the water like a fish and fly into the sky like a bird! He actually broke the situation and spelled out a future under such unfavorable circumstances.

If the master knew, he would definitely ...... , forget it, don't mention this person, it's jammy to think about it. The butler thought about it, the corner of his eye twitched, and he caught up with Wren in a few steps, following him closely.

In the surrounding brightly lit manor, curtains are stirred from time to time behind half-hidden windows. Showing one or two heads, they looked at Wren from a distance, their eyes were complex and cold, like animals in the jungle, distinguishing whether the living creatures in front of them were of the same kind or prey.

It's just that they don't know that sometimes the sins they have committed have to be made up for by themselves.