Emotions are a very delicate thing, and no one knows whether it is reason or impulse that dominates in the next second of emotional ups and downs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The families of the victims who stormed the Governor's Palace may not really want to do anything, and all their actions are like an emotional catharsis. When the son dies, some people lose hope in life, and some people lose their future, but even so, if they put the nobles in front of them, they may not really dare to hurt the nobles. They just wanted to see up close whether the demons who killed their sons did not have a trace of guilt, and whether they could still maintain hypocritical calm.

In fact, at the first moment, when the families of these victims gathered outside the governor's palace to ask for an explanation, as long as Governor Gahel could show his face and stand up to face these angry crowds up close, even if he expressed his remorse and apology in the most perfunctory way, these people would not lose control. The existence of the strict class hierarchy can be traced back to the time of the war of the gods, and in such a long time, all the inequalities caused by the class hierarchy have been carved into everyone's soul "fairly and justly".

If the nobles bow to the commoners, then all the mistakes committed by the nobles will be forgiven.

This is the class hierarchy gap, the influence that it brings, and it only takes a gesture, an expression, or an innocuous word or two for Gahel to deal with these troubles peacefully. If he shows another kind of remorse and generosity, these people will not only forgive him, but perhaps praise him for the virtue of recognizing the wrongs he has committed and being willing to apologize for them, and he will become a noble man.

But he chose another method, another way to deal with the victims' families who hurt the most, and also hurt himself the most. He didn't just anger the families of the victims of the rage - he looked down on these people with contempt and set the whole volcano on fire!

Why did Gahel do this?

In fact, he had to do it. Apologize to the civilians, gain their forgiveness, pray sincerely for the dead spirits, and ask the priest to purify the land outside the city that is full of the smell of death and lead the souls of these people into heaven. He will become a noble nobleman who is praised by everyone and goes hand in hand with beauty.

But these did not make Empress Pars of the imperial capital forgive him for his mistakes!

In the words envied and hated by scholars, the Governor was the shepherd of His Majesty the Emperor, and his job was to manage the "lambs" of the royal Orlando family. But now, instead of taking good care of the Orlando family's lambs and preventing them from being harmed by external factors, the governor has taken the initiative to kill dozens of "lambs"! This is a very serious dereliction of duty and crime, and even if he has the qualities that everyone praises, he still cannot escape the punishment of the Empress Pars.

Politics has never been about virtue, and quite the opposite.

So Gahel had to choose this way to end this farce, without the victims, without the families of the victims, without any wanton behavior, just a mob, a mob of dead. The dead will not speak, and no one will speak for the sake of the dead, thus offending a governor who still has the room to rise. This matter will be forgotten by people, consciously or unconsciously, and will become a bargaining chip in the hands of some people, and he will not be punished by Queen Pars.

This is what a qualified politician should do.

When you encounter trouble, you don't solve it, you eliminate it.

The noise on the first floor made Gahel take a deep breath, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly after the cold air outside the window poured in, and the cold air was heated by the trachea, and there was still a trace of coolness when it entered the lobes of the lungs, which made his mind calmer for a moment. He frowned and looked at the street in the distance, according to his plan, now the garrison and the city defense should have arrived. They would have witnessed a mob of thugs storming the Doge's Palace, threatening the Governor's life.

In order to protect the lives of the Governor and the stability of their sovereignty, they will strike and kill these mobs.

However, these characters who should have appeared but did not appear made Gahel faintly feel a bad fear. His heart suddenly began to beat violently, and there was something inexplicable that pulled away his courage and confidence, making his body shake slightly, and reaching out to hold on to the windowsill made him not fall down in shame. His face was pale, and his mind was racing through the thought of something possible.

Yes, although he was sent to Demalagu to assume the position of governor, this does not mean that he is a political idiot and a fool. He also has a keen sense of smell and a brilliant brain, and a figure comes to his mind - Wren.

Why did he do it?

Gahel roared in his heart, and his clenched fist slammed hard against the windowsill, his white knuckles cracked with the force of the punch, and blood beaded out. The cold air made the air very dry, and all the moisture turned into ice crystals and frost and fell to the ground. The dry air makes the skin on the surface of the human body dry and fragile.

The pain spurred him, the muscles in his cheeks twitched, and his eyes darkened. Thousands of calculations, but only Wren was missed. It can only be said that Wren's impatience before really deceived him, combined with all the information he has gotten, he has always thought that Wren's impatience to deal with the Sistine problem is because Wren wants to return to the imperial capital before the coming-of-age ceremony. But he was wrong, the human heart is really the hardest thing in the world to guess.

On the streets, dozens of well-armed guards were stopped by Norton.

Moderation is just a mask for a city's violent apparatus, and many of these guards have ties to Norton. At the peak of Norton's career, he not only mingled with the people in the garrison and became very good friends, but also crammed some of his own subordinates into the garrison. Outsiders will never be as good as their own people. Under Norton's golden bullet offensive that can be called "generous", these little brothers have been steady.

And now, they're starting to get back on what Norton invested in them.

"Ten minutes!", Norton stood alone on the street, stopping the guards, he was alone, but his momentum was much stronger than these guards. "I don't ask you to die or not save me, I only have one request, here, talk with me for ten minutes. Ten minutes later, you will do what you have to do, but now, you can't go over. ”

The vast majority of the garrison knew Norton, and their eyes met in the air, fleeting. The captain of the garrison raised his eyebrows and stood up, "Norton, don't play with fire. ”

Norton smiled indifferently, the captain of the garrison, who was also one of his "buddies", took a lot of benefits from him, "I won't do anything, just ten minutes." It's cold and slippery, and it's understandable to be slower, what do you say?", he said, pulling out a heavy money bag from his pocket. The thick layer of old oil on the money bag turned the flaxen money bag into a bright gray, and there was a thick layer of oil plaster in each of the holes crisscrossed by hemp silk.

The money bag was bulging, and he slid it hard, and the crisp impact sound sounded in everyone's hearts like the spring thunder that drove away the harsh winter. These guards who were supposed to rush to the Governor's Mansion swallowed their saliva one after another, and their eyes stayed on the captain's body. The captain shook his head with a wry smile, he shrugged his shoulders, "You're putting me on the fire to roast ......", he could feel the eyes of the prickly heads behind him, and the smile on his face gradually retracted, "Five minutes, five minutes at most." ”

Norton laughed and greeted, hugged the captain hard, slapped him on the shoulder, and shoved the money bag into his arms. Two hundred silver coins, almost half of which were to go into the captain's pocket. He knows better than anyone what kind of people these people are, after all, he has been dealing with them for more than ten years.

At this moment, Norton seems to have become the big man who once called for wind and rain and was omnipotent!

The captain of the garrison felt the sudden weight in his chest, and his smiling eyes narrowed. As a native of the violent organization, he was more sensitive to the changes in the city's current situation than ordinary people, and he vaguely knew that the great nobleman from the imperial capital was standing behind Norton. Since he was sitting at the edge of the table and had to bet on this game, why didn't he learn to fight like everyone else? Even if the odds were not high, he would definitely not lose, would he?

The riot on the first floor had spread to the second floor, and Gahel could already feel the killing going on beneath his feet. There were not many guards in the Doge's Palace, and his personal private army only maintained the size of fifty men. He is the number one person in the city, and there are no other complicated forces, and there is not the slightest opposition other than him. Even Norton, who was submissive to his governance, and with the problem of income, he did not need, and could not feed a private army of thousands, like the governors of the interior and south.

Fifty knights, enough for him to deal with any problem in the whole of Demaragus.

But at this time, the performance that had once asked him to prove his dominance over the entire province became something that he regretted.

The noise and roars were getting closer, and the sound of footsteps gradually shifted from the second floor to the third floor, and when the last few terrible screams had stopped, the door to the study was kicked open. A crowd poured in. Dressed in cheap clothes and leaving a pitch-black footprint on an expensive carpet with every step, they are out of step with their surroundings like butter-clinged flies on a delicious cake, disgusting.

Gahel stood up and protected his wife behind him, he held his breath in his chest, plucked up his courage, raised his head slightly, and looked at these mud dogs with arrogance and contempt.

Perhaps frightened by the momentum that he burst out at this moment, the angry mud dog legs all stopped, and they were already less than five meters away from him.

"Storming the nobleman's estate, killing the nobleman's subordinates, and threatening the life of the nobleman, especially since this nobleman is still the governor of a province......", every pronunciation of his words was extremely clear, and his voice became higher and higher, and at the end he was almost roaring, "You people, do you want to rebel?"

He succeeded, and the gap in class hierarchy made these people really timid when facing him, and they didn't dare to make further moves. Instead, Gahel took the initiative to take a step forward, and the herd, who were huddled together like a sheepfold in the wild, covered in mud and filthy, and full of stench, took a neat step back as if they had seen a coyote.

Gahel let out a sigh of relief, and a large number of footsteps came from the street outside, hurried and powerful. Out of the corner of his eye, he followed the open window and saw the guards running on the street outside the window, as well as the city guards, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground. He unconsciously put a smile on his face, snorted coldly, looked at these people with disdain, and was just about to say something, when a person suddenly burst out of the crowd and crashed into his arms.

A foot-long dagger pierced him in the chest, and his eyes widened as he looked at the man he knew, one of Norton's right-hand men, and despite his disguise, Gahel could see through his cover-up at a glance.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the surging heart was pierced and lost its vitality, the longing but weakness began to tremble, and the waves of dizziness and palpitations attacked his reason. His life force, with the piercing of this long sword, was slipping away rapidly.

He really wanted to ask this guy, why do you dare to do something to a nobleman, why do you dare to kill a nobleman?

The next moment, however, he came to his senses.

The moment the dagger was drawn, blood splattered, and Gahel fell to the ground.

"Avenge the children!", the creature roared with a hideous face, and his hoarse voice was full of shock, and the people who had completely lost consciousness also woke up, drowning out Gahel and his wife in an instant.

For the sake of the kids!

"Uncle Wren ......", Martin opened his mouth, and he stopped talking, he was a little embarrassed, a little confused, and a little inexplicably frightened.

Wren knew what he was going to say and smiled slightly, "I never intended for a bunch of villains to rule this city. Gahel still has some political skills, but he also has his own shortcomings, which is that he is too confident. Norton is the kind of person who can endure the humiliation and survive under his humiliation and resolutely refrain from leaving this place, which means that Norton itself is a threat and danger. If it were me, after humiliating him for the second time, I would have sent him to see the old guy instead of leaving him until now. ”

"But, then again, isn't that just a chance for me to make everything even better?", Wren looked at Martin, "I'm always reassured by your hard work and persistence, but if you want Marven to be proud of you, you have to climb higher and be more cunning." Kindness is one of the noblest virtues in the world, put away all your virtues before you become a big man with a big fist in your hands. ”

"Benito is better than you and much smarter than you!"