In the crowd, Richard pale as Wren passed by him on horseback, but did not look at him even once. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The more this kind of blindness is, the more Richard thinks in a bad direction. It's no wonder that you can never expect a butcher to put down a butcher's knife while in the pigsty. Now Richard wants to say in his heart that there is no regret, it is obviously impossible, but if regret is useful, how can there be fairness and justice in this world.

The moment he was persuaded by Cooper in his psychological imbalance, it meant that he had chosen a path from which there was no turning back, or that there was never a way back in this world. Either go down or die on the road.

Cooper pulled Richard's sleeve, and his fat body struggled to turn around in the crowd, and soon disappeared into the vast sea of people.

It doesn't actually take much time to get from the city gate to the city lord's mansion, and if the road is clear, it will take ten minutes at most. But today was different, the frenzied crowd was so enthusiastic that it forced Wren to slow down again and again, and in the end it was almost slow. More and more people wanted to see Wren, waving their arms and shouting Wren's name, and when Wren waved at the crowd, there was a tsunami-like sound.

Yelvina grabbed the reins and shook them hard, her legs clamping tightly between the ribs of her mount, and the handsome horse snorted and caught up with Wren a little behind him. The sound of a neat shout made Yelvina's mount a little timid, after all, this steed had been born in the imperial capital since he was a child, and he had never seen such a scene, let alone a battlefield. Every time the sound fluctuates, it will make the war horse shake its head uneasily.

If these fanatical crowds pounced, I am afraid that her mount might turn around and run.

Glancing at the calm black war horse under Wren, he seemed to be squinting and enjoying these cheers, and his steps were exceptionally brisk. Looking at her mount again, Yelvina's face was a little embarrassed, it was just too embarrassing.

Wren's mount was also extremely keenly aware of something, tilting its head slightly, and glancing at Yelvina and her mount with wide eyes, revealing an extremely human disdain.

Yes, just disdain.

Yelvina was so embarrassed that she was actually despised by Wren's horse, and as a person, she really couldn't even say anything to argue.

"You are very welcome. Yelvina followed closely behind Wren and complimented her loudly, such a scene brought her too much shock. She never imagined that a city lord who had already stepped down could still have such prestige and respect, which was completely different from the aristocratic elite education she had received since she was a child. In the education of the aristocracy, the citizens, and indeed the entire class of commoners, were the cattle and sheep of the aristocracy.

The lives they experienced from birth to their last burial in the soil were all about contributing their insignificant strength to the prosperity of the nobility. In Yelvina's education, her mentor, a maestro, once told her that there should not be too much kindness to the commoners, as kindness would make the ruler weak and the plebeians cunning. For the aristocracy, the best way to rule was nothing more than to maintain a high-pressure stocking, and as long as the commoners had contributed enough within the framework they had set for themselves, they could develop freely.

The shepherd never thinks about what the lambs need, what they are thinking, all the shepherd has to do is to form a sheepfold and throw the lambs into it.

But here, Yelvina saw something different, and it was something that made her particularly excited. She wanted to be like Wren, with unparalleled prestige in her fiefdom and loved from the bottom of her heart.

Wren didn't look back, constantly waving or nodding his head, "I just did what I had to do, you respect them, and they will respect you." She didn't know, but she knew that she should probably do the same thing that Wren had done.

As they got closer to the city lord's mansion, the number of people around them began to dwindle, and the people of Ortlenburg had a cleverness that the civilians of other cities did not have. This kind of cleverness is difficult to learn, and can only be constantly corrected by the knife of reality, and may not be able to prune it to the way people want it to be.

Turning over and dismounting, there were still people watching from a distance on the street in the distance, Wren directly took off his gloves and threw them to Yervina, Yervina quickly took them and handed them to the entourage beside her, and she followed Wren into the outer wall of Ortlenburg. The ultimate goal of the city's construction was to make it a supply and defense base for the front line. Not only is the road in Ortlenburg particularly wide, but even some of the entrance and exit specifications of the city lord's mansion are wider than those of other city lords' mansions and lords' mansions.

Wren's eyes suddenly froze, and there was an old man standing outside the City Lord's Mansion, his snow-white and unstained hair was smeared with a thick layer of hair oil, and he was meticulously combed neatly. The marks of each comb tooth on the comb are straight outlined in the abyss. He wears a white shirt, a red bow tie, and a dark tuxedo. The cuffs that have been turned out are ironed like a ring of iron inside, and the cufflinks spliced together with broken stones have no value, but they also have a strange beauty.

Even the leather shoes he wears are spotless, reflecting a vague figure.

Butler Grandpa Oglais!

A happy smile appeared on the old man's face with a knife and axe, and the wrinkles were all stacked together, making people can't help but sigh at the power of the years. He hurriedly greeted Wren, and every movement was tempered without the slightest error. When he stood in front of Wren, his hands naturally drooped, and the middle finger between his middle fingers happened to be aimed at the middle seam of his pants, he bent down, the years took away all his beauty, but it also made his voice full of magnetism, "Young master......"

The housekeeper's grandfather's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he didn't expect that he would see Wren again. He is a very qualified old housekeeper who knows what he should do and what he should not do. As the opportunity for the rise of the Arcanian family, he should not appear in front of Wren, not because his old age or unresponsive mind prevents him from serving Wren, but because he does not want his presence to make Wren superfluous.

Life is a journey full of magnificence and fantasy, a cycle of being born from loneliness and dying in loneliness.

Wren gripped his hands tightly, feeling the heat and excitement hidden under his dry, rough and wrinkled hands, he pursed his lips and nodded, "I remember that I asked you to go back to live out your old age, but I didn't let you continue to work here. ”

"It's my own idea, you know, I've been busy all my life, and I don't want to stop myself in the last few years. The housekeeper grandfather quickly collected his emotions, he knew how to control himself better than ordinary politicians, "How long will you stay when you come back this time." With that, the housekeeper grandfather stepped out of the door and stood beside Wren.

Wren also quickly collected his emotions, and said as he walked inside, "It won't be too long, ten days at most, and if it's short, I'll leave in three or five days." ”

"I've arranged everything for you......", said the housekeeper Grandpa glanced at Yelvina, that look was surprisingly calm, like a sage who has insight into the trajectory of everything in the world, this light glimpse contains many things. Yervina shuddered slightly, goosebumps all over her body, and the look in her eyes made her a little surprised, but more curious. It was a look more intimidating than the look in her father's and grandfather's heyday.

A person's power does not need some external things to embellish and deduce, as long as a look, an action, a short dialogue, can make people feel pressure.

In her eyes, Wren was like facing a raging storm like the end of the world, tyrannical and presumptuous. The butler, known as Ogles, gave him the impression that it was like a towering mountain that could never be seen.

She lowered her head, a flash of envy in her eyes, this is the golden noble, even if Alcania is lonely, but just a housekeeper is enough to make her dare not look the other party in the eye.

When will I be able to become such a person, to have such a person, to have such a family and to have such power?

Outside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, there were three more people standing, three people who were called the new generation of the Big Three. Alma looked indifferent, she was already disappointed in Cooper and Richard, she didn't blame these two fools for embezzling Wren's money, and to be honest, she didn't leave herself without some benefits in running the intelligence network in Bell Province. Otherwise, how could she wear gold and silver, and how could she cultivate a completely different temperament from before?

What really made her hate, or what made Wren angry, was that they dared to assassinate their former colleagues in order to cover up the facts. Not only killed Marven, but also wanted to kill Alma, which is something that cannot be forgiven.

Wren walked quickly, didn't even look at their position, and stepped directly into the gate into the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Alma turned around and followed Yelvina into the door, leaving only Cooper and Richard standing awkwardly outside the door.

They didn't dare to go in, at least until Wren summoned them.

As for the use of force, they have never thought about it, the only thing they can do and do is to smooth out all the loopholes on the books as much as possible, hoping to use such a move to exchange a way for themselves.

It's a pity that they forgot about Marven.

Among the chips they frantically calculated, the dead Marven and the chips representing Marven were thrown into the garbage heap by them, but they just didn't know that sometimes the weight of the dead may not be lighter than that of the living.