The heavy city gate was slowly hoisted, and when a ray of light pierced through the dark city gate hole, a huge cheer suddenly rang out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 On both sides of the street behind the city gates, Westins held flowers and waved colorful flags to warmly welcome reinforcements from Ortlenburg. The enthusiastic girl has prepared a flower basket and can't wait to stay at the front. The feelings of the common people are the most intense and the simplest, and they do not need to consider so many entanglements of interests, nor do they need to consider the question of position.

They just need to understand that their homeland has been attacked by the rebels and is on the verge of being lost, allowing the flames of war to enter the city. They are most likely to face a chaotic situation in which their wives and daughters are bullied, their wealth is plundered, and their lives are no longer secure. But at the most critical moment, the black army of Ortrenburg, led by Wren, arrived in time, and they fought the rebels outside the city, and finally repelled the rebels. They saved the city, saved people's dignity, and saved everyone's life.

In that case, what reason is there not to welcome these warriors? No one organized them, they spontaneously took to the streets, changed into nice clothes, swept the streets, waved flowers and ribbons, and cheered loudly for these warriors. The girls shyly carried flower baskets and looked out of the city from time to time, not knowing whether they were moved by spring in order to repay their kindness, or because they had suffered such a catastrophe and wanted to find a strong support.

The moment Wren rode his horse into Westin City first, the whole city rejoiced. Beautiful petals fly down from the sky, and the flying ribbons are like rainbows. The eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law screamed at Wren's cold side face, and couldn't wait to pounce on Wren and get into his arms and make love. In the face of the enthusiastic civilians, the cold smile on Wren's face gradually softened and melted, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward, he preferred simple civilians to those dirty people in power.

If you are good to them, they will be good to you, and they will not have any care, and they will even be willing to give their lives for you.

And those nobles, if you are good to them, they want to take advantage of more, and when there is no advantage, they will kick you away.

Wren raised his hand and waved it from time to time, and people shouted, shouted, and sang hoarsely as far as he could see! Marven and Saul and the captain of Ying Ying walked out of the city gate hole, adding a wave of heat to the already hot street. Marven's happy mouth couldn't close, revealing a mouthful of yellowed old teeth, grinning loudly. Today is the most glorious day of his life, and no one has ever embraced him so much, cheered for him, and sang for him like these people.

Thor was very reserved, nodding his head constantly, and sometimes he would draw a cross when he saw the congregation, and responded with a salute. Compared to Marven's outward emotions, Thor was much calmer, and the more this happened, the more the little girls cheered for him, and they all regarded him as Prince Charming.

When the black-armored soldiers also began to enter the city, the cheers turned into applause, and the applause was thunderous! For these black soldiers who risked their lives to save these strangers, the people here paid 120,000 respects. They knew very well that there was no need for these people to leave their homeland and come to a distant place to fight for a group of people they did not know, they were not nobles, they were not bureaucrats, they were no different from the Westins on both sides of the streets, they were all ordinary people, they were all commoners.

They didn't have any reason to come, but they came, they saved here, they saved the people here.

The girls stood at the edge of the procession with flower petals and offered warm kisses, some stuffed the finished wheat bran cakes and bacon into the hands of the soldiers of the Black Army, and some elderly people stood on crutches and bent down deeply at the street corner.

There is no showmanship, everything comes from the heart!

Standing on the tower of the City Lord's Mansion and looking out the window at the excited people outside the window, the City Lord's fat mouth trembled, and his contemptuous eyes revealed endless ridicule, both to Wren and to those civilians. He closed the curtains and glanced back at a small green glowing potion bottle on the bedside table, and there was a streamer surging under the outer layer of glass, and from time to time a bubble appeared, floating from the bottom of the bottle to the top, bulging a blister, and then exploding in an instant.

This is a bottle of camouflage potion, after drinking it, the person will be weak for three days, his face will be pale, his eyes will be black, his body will be cold and night sweats, and his heartbeat will become disordered along with his breathing. Of course, this is not a poison, but a potion used to disguise the appearance of a sick person, the accidental result of an experiment by a master apothecary. What he didn't expect was that this unexpected formula would be more lucrative than the one he originally wanted to develop for the treatment of diseases.

Aristocrats with access like to buy some and keep them at home, no matter who they are dealing with, this potion has a miraculous effect.

He thought that he would have to lie in bed for three days, that he would not be able to eat delicious roast lamb for three days, and that he would not be able to play kissing games with the maids for three days, and his upright stomach trembled. He pinched the cap of the bottle and lifted it hard, holding the mouth of the potion bottle and tilting his head sharply, a strong smell of grassy feces ran down his throat and into his stomach. The potion bottle suddenly slipped from his hand, and he felt an unprecedented feeling of weakness, and hurriedly leaned on the edge of the bed and fell on the bed, "Press ...... Plan Line ...... Affair. ”

With the help of the rough servant, the butler on the side pushed him to the center of the bed, covered him with a quilt, and watched the noble lord's ruddy face quickly lose its color. The chief of staff nodded slightly, confidently arranged his clothes like a mystery, and walked downstairs.

At this time, the cheers around gradually gathered around, and after passing through the long street, Wren's war horse stopped outside the city lord's mansion. The steward of the City Lord's Mansion was anxiously guarding the door, and when he saw Wren's oncoming gaze as sharp as a blade, he immediately lowered his head, and even his waist was bowed by three points.

"Your Excellency Viscount Ortrenburg Rennes, welcome. The posture of the butler is very low, and it can be said that there is no such low profile in the face of his real master. It's not that he doesn't want to raise his head more and straighten his waist a little more, but the pressure on Ren's body makes his heartbeat beat a few beats faster, how dare he do more?

Wren, who turned over and dismounted, took off his lambskin gloves and threw them to Blair on the side, he took the handkerchief handed by Blair to wipe off the beads of sweat left when wearing gloves, and looked left and right, "Where is the city lord?"

The butler swallowed a mouthful of saliva, licked his dry lips, and explained with a shy smile: "The lord of the city is sick, so ......", two sharp arrows instantly pierced his heart, he shuddered violently, only to realize that it was an illusion. He raised his head slightly, and found that Wren's eyes were shining with an inexplicable and terrifying essence, like a sharp arrow before, he was in a cold sweat, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say any more.

"Yes...... Are you really sick?", Wren didn't believe that if he didn't come, the city lord wouldn't get sick, and the city lord would be sick since such a magical story.

The butler couldn't raise his head by Wren's gaze, the corpses piled up on the battlefield outside the city that had not been burned were being pecked by jackals and black owls, the bloody gas had not yet dissipated, and the soul that died in Wren's hands was still screaming miserably, he couldn't raise the slightest idea of confrontation at all, so he could only lower his head, not dare to say a word, and keep saying yes.

"Where's the stuff?"

"This ...... I really don't know if the chief of staff is in charge. ”

Wren raised his feet and walked inside, followed by Blair, Marven, and Thor, as well as ten black-armored soldiers who had not dissipated their murderous aura. The housekeeper wanted to stop him, but looking at the black army standing silently on the street like a sculpture, his feet were soft and he almost fell to the ground, so he could only let Wren break in directly.

Directly through the front hall into the main hall, two or three big cats and kittens, a man in his forties wearing a gray robe, black and shiny hair greeted him, he had a happy smile, standing in front of Wren just bent over, and before he could even speak, Wren actually passed by him. He was stunned for a moment, the script was not arranged like this, he quickly turned around and hurriedly ran a few steps to follow Wren's side, and hurriedly spoke: "Your Excellency Viscount Wren, the city lord is sick and bedridden, and I will be responsible for all your travel arrangements during your stay in Westin." ”

Wren paused, and the chief of staff almost crashed behind him, and quickly stopped his steps, and his heart thumped.

"What do I want?"

Again, the chief of staff squeezed out a smile, "Please forgive me for not being able to make the decision, this matter can only be given to you accurately after the city lord's condition improves." However, the lord said in a half-consciousness that he would definitely agree to your conditions, but he did not say whether these things were paid from the treasury of the City Lord's Mansion or from other channels, so please wait a few days. ”

Wren chuckled a few times and shook his head, "Take me to the city lord." ”

The chief of staff breathed a sigh of relief at this time, although there may have been a little insignificant accident at first, but in general, the plot is still advancing according to the script. He immediately trotted in front of Wren to lead the way, and made his way through the revolving staircase in the hallway, eventually seeing the Lord of Westin City on the highest floor of the tower.

The city lord was more than three hundred catties slumped on the bed like a huge pumpkin, his face was pale, his lips trembled, and his face was greasy with beads of sweat. In this hot summer, he actually wrapped himself in a quilt like winter, and the maid on the side kept wiping sweat on a pile of white flesh with wet wipes.

Wren walked over to Roshan, glanced at Saul beside him. Thor struggled to eat milk before summoning a healing spell and hitting Roshan. The white light disappeared into Roshan, the city lord only trembled slightly, and did not see any improvement at all, Wren frowned, it can't be really sick, right?

But he thought again, how could there be such a coincidence? )