The fatigue of the long journey and a dance party drained Wren's strength and energy, and he rested early after the ball, which may have been what Gahel wanted. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This can also be seen as a buffer, a necessary means for the grassroots to face high-level work. Wren rested in the Governor's Palace, and outside the Governor's Palace, the difficult households who wanted to do a good job had to arrange for someone to do a good job, and some thorns should also be cleaned up in time to ensure that Wren would not find out any problems when he started work the next day, and reduce the possibility of Gahel's mistakes in work.

When it was dawn the next day, Wren rarely got up early.

Since returning to the imperial capital, the pattern of his life has changed somewhat. He always wakes up early in Ortlenburg, which may have something to do with the fast-paced life in Ortlenburg. Everything is lacking, everything is waiting for someone to do, so he has to get up early. After returning to the imperial capital, the slow-paced aristocratic life suddenly made his life slower, and he had to sleep until nine o'clock every day to get up. But today, he got up early again.

When he got up, he had just turned white, and Wren was already familiar with it and quietly went out with Jasmine. His whereabouts cannot be concealed, nor can they be concealed, and as a politician who is struggling to become a politician, Wren knows very well that when a superior becomes invisible and undetected, it means that danger is approaching. He didn't hide, but walked out of the gate generously, and the guards quickly told the sleeping Gahel the news of Wren's outing.

Gahel, who had only slept in the middle of the night last night, opened his red eyes, rubbed his hair, and waved his fist a few times in a somewhat irritated manner. He wanted to lie down and continue to sleep at this time, the soft quilt and warm quilt were like seals from ancient times, trapping him firmly on the bed. But he had to get up, Wren was now a huge moving source of fire, he was a firefighter, and he needed to extinguish the fire that Wren had lit anytime and anywhere.

Wren, on the other hand, went straight to one of the only two taverns in the city.

Early in the morning, the door of the tavern was already open. As the capital of the province of Demalagu, Chuicusius has always played the role of a transportation hub, and the city is not in the center of the Demalagu region, but is biased towards the south. This also made many "merchants" often arrive in the coldest part of the empire in the middle of the night, and the merchants might have their own nests to rest, but those who walked for most of the night needed a place to relax, as well as a cheap way to heat themselves - drinking.

Business at night tends to be much better than during the day, these people come in the middle of the night, go in the middle of the night, and even at dawn there are some drunkards who don't leave.

When Wren pushed open the half-hidden door of the tavern, he saw a noisy crowd, not much, in fact, more than two dozen drunkards gathered in front of the stage, waving copper coins and wine glasses in their hands, and looked at the tired strippers on the stage with red ears and drunken eyes, writhing their limbs exhausted. As with many taverns, sex will always be the catalyst for these people to drink more. Almost all the taverns in the entire Orlando empire will have such a stage, and the women who live on this stage.

The blonde who looked a little haggard in her thirties had taken off only a pair of underpants, and her loose skin was dull, and it seemed that her physical condition was not particularly good. It always takes night to dawn every day, and even if there are several people who rotate, it is very hurtful. What's more, in order to earn the copper coins in the hands of these drunkards, they always need to make some drastic movements, which increases the physical exertion.

The strippers lifted their thighs weakly, but the drunkards happily spat out the smell of wine, shouted loudly, and threw copper coins onto the stage, so that the girls couldn't get off for a short time.

Compared to the dance when the clothes are on, it is obvious that only when this is almost taken off will the drunkards become a little more generous.

Jasmine glanced at the woman contemptuously, she has this qualification, in this not too peaceful world, women are not the only way out. She chose dignity and faced more difficult situations and costs, while those who chose the relatively easy difficulties of life. She does have the right to despise these women.

Wren came in with a chill that could not dissipate the frenzy of the drunkards, and he went to the corner, ordered a cup of black tea, and asked for a grilled steak, while Jasmine stood aside.

The waiter quickly brought the steaming steak and came with two small meal packets, and the more remote the area, the more difficult it is to do business. If you are in the imperial capital, you need to order the meal bag separately, and you don't want the boss to send two?

"Get me a new napkin. Wren shoved a silver coin into the waiter's hand, as well as a note. The waiter was slightly stunned, and turned to leave.

It's a tavern, but it's also an intelligence station.

Long before Wren left the Aort Papers, he had a fatalistic premonition that something would happen in the Northlands, so he asked Alma to lay out here in advance, so that there was such a tavern. Most of the drunkards are well aware of what is happening on the icefield, they are either helpers or smugglers' guards, and they can say anything if they have drunk too much. This also reflects from the side that in terms of intelligence work, Wren still has a long way to go, at least he must set up his own secret spy network, instead of using this way to obtain information that is not true or false.

"Look, that guy is really pretending!", one of the drunkards noticed Wren and pouted and spat disdainfully. People like them should never think about learning what etiquette is when they drink too much. The guy next to him also staggered back, glanced at it, and laughed.

"This is a style, I really think I am a nobleman. ”

Wren took the brand-new napkin from the waiter and shook it, shaking it off completely, and he seemed to be a little critical and frowned and stared at the napkin for a long time, then folded it into a square shape before pressing it to his lips. To outsiders, this seemed to him to be very picky, but only he knew that there was a small piece of the napkin with some words written on it.

"The Sistin is in the Devil's Mountain outside the city, the city has been cleared, and there is an abnormal movement in the ice outside the city, so be careful. ”

Wren was splitting the steak with a knife and fork, his eyes fixed on the sauce on the plate, but he was actually thinking about something else.

Before coming to Demalagu, he had done some homework and had some knowledge of Demalagu. Devil's Mountain is about thirty kilometers north of Siucus, closer to the ice field. There is a precipitous drop in temperature, which is at least five to seven degrees colder than here. The perennial freezing wind blowing from the ice field makes the Devil's Mountain snow all year round, and with the special geographical structure, once the wind increases, there will be a whining wind whistle. From the bottom of the mountain, the entire Devil's Mountain looks like a huge white ghost, which is why it is called Devil's Mountain.

It was not surprising that Wren could hide people on Devil's Mountain, and even if these smugglers were rampant, they would not be so rampant as to pile up those very sensitive strategic materials in the city. Moreover, for the sake of convenience and safety, they will definitely have their own turf and warehouse. Choosing to re-establish a small town or a fortress in the wild is obviously a very foolish thing to do. Then it would be much more reasonable to choose a lonely mountain as a base.

If you want to find out these people, you can't avoid Devil's Mountain.

Wren put down his knife and fork, his face became a little solemn, and among those nobles who died, nearly sixty percent died in the wild. For example, Teman and his Bol family were killed by the "Rogues". With his current situation, taking Jasmine directly to Devil's Mountain is simply sending him to death. These smugglers, who have completely ignored the law and morality, may really have the possibility of taking a risk and quietly exterminating him in the wild.

When the time comes, there will be no one alive and no corpse dead, and who will offend a large group of nobles to find out the cause of death of a golden nobleman?

Wren frowned and wrapped the cut steak into his mouth.

The taste of the steaks here is much worse than that of the mainland, not only because of the chef's cooking skills, but also because of the great difference in the selection of ingredients.

Most of the time the ingredients used in the South to choose steak are considered Colmer veal, whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, they love to eat Colmer veal. The aristocracy ate the best small pieces of the essence, and the commoners ate the less meaty areas. Here, in Demalaghu, people often choose the beef of Peter'an yak, which grows normally in cold temperatures, unlike the Colmer cow, which is as strict as the environment.

Peter'an Yak has more fat in beef, which is to allow the yak to conserve more calories, but this fat also makes the steak extremely loose, and it is difficult to find the kind of beef that bounces back the power of tooth cutting into the mouth with a bite of it. Too much fat makes every bite too greasy, and it is easy to have the illusion of fullness.

After only half eating the steak, Wren decided to give it up for a while, and he really couldn't find the slightest excuse to keep eating it. In fact, this steak is not completely without merit, at least for those at the bottom of the social ladder - it has plenty of fat, and it is a good supplement for manual workers to replenish the energy expended in high-intensity physical labor.

Taking a bite of the lunch bag dipped in sauce, Wren quietly put the lunch bag down. This is a whole wheat meal pack, which also contains wheat bran, and in terms of nutritional value, it is clear that whole wheat bread has more nutrients. But he is a nobleman, what nobles need is taste, nutrition is their pursuit of ingredients and food, there will only be a surplus, and there will never be a shortage.

A place for nothing!

Wren picked up a napkin and wiped the juice off his lips, wiped his hands vigorously, looked at it, and threw it back on the table.