Heart disease is a very miraculous disease, and from an objective point of view, if there is no physical lesion, then there should be no disease. But from a subjective point of view, as long as you are willing, you can have heart disease at any time, and you can be free from heart disease at any time.

To perfunctory Tanongalel with a heart disease, and to say it so openly, Joberg, you are too bold, right?

The corners of Nungalaire's eyes jumped, he stretched out his right hand to wrap his chin, and rubbed his index finger under his lips, "I don't really understand, you mean you're playing tricks on me, are you?", he is a marquis, far more than Joberg, a count he got because of nepotism, whether in terms of title, power, status or power, Joberg is like a little worm that can be crushed to death in Nungalaire's world.

Now, the little worm played him openly, and most importantly he said it in front of Nungalaire, which is unforgivable.

As soon as Jobert dared to say a "yes", Nengalel decided to risk killing him on the spot.

Joberg eventually smiled and sat across from Nungalel with his head shaken, he didn't say yes or no. Laughing and shaking his head, the ambiguous attitude gave the two sides a buffer of relief, and also gave the two sides a step to step down.

Nengalel calmed down a few breaths and stared at Joberg, his eyes were very aggressive, with a hint of reason in his arrogance, "You should know what I'm going to do, right?"

Joberg raised his head slightly, and then said as if he didn't care at all: "I know, you're here to drive me back to the imperial capital." ”

"It's good that you know, but what about your opinion?", in Nenggalel's opinion, this does not need to be considered more at all, the empress plus him is equivalent to half the power of the empire forcing a small, unsupported city lord to take a stand. As long as the city lord's brain has not been caught in the door or kicked by a donkey, he should know how to choose to maintain his dignity to the greatest extent, instead of tearing each other's faces and being pressed by the head to leave the city.

However, the image that Nengalel envisioned did not appear, and Joberg shrugged his shoulders very easily, leaned back on the couch, and lit a cigarette for himself with his legs crossed, "I chose to stay." ”

Nengalel laughed angrily, "Are you sure? Do you know what the end of this is?"

"I was scared, but someone wouldn't let me do it. Joberg explained, puffing on his cigarette.

"Who?"

Just as Nengalael's tone became extra tough step by step, a somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice came from outside the door, "Me!"

The sound of footsteps is like the flow of time, each tap represents a node, time seems to go and stop, and the sound of the footsteps is amplified without limit. His face changed dramatically, and the wisp of killing intent on his face that could not be concealed disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless astonishment. His eyes were fixed on the edge of the door, and he felt his heart beat violently as footsteps approached, and a drop of sweat slipped down the middle of his head and down the bridge of his nose and from the tip of his nose to his sleeve.

First a new rhinoceros leather boot, the pointed horns pointed insolently forward, followed by a pair of crisp trousers, Wren slowly crossed the edge of the door frame in Nengalel's sight, revealing his figure.

He looked a little haggard than before, but his eyes were very bright, like the sun in the sky, and there was a dazzling burning sensation.

The sound of a pounding heartbeat overwhelmed Nengalel's hearing, and the whole world was filled with only that heavy heartbeat, a hint of urgency, a hint of fear.

He raised his hand and wiped it on the tip of his nose, and immediately changed to a smiling face, as if the constant pause of time before was an illusion, and it returned to normal at this moment.

"Marquis of Rennes, when did you come back?", the expression of surprise was as hypocritical as a general template, he hurriedly stepped forward and shook Wren's hand, showing extreme surprise, "You should have informed me earlier, so I can pick you up." ”

Wren shook hands with Nengalel, and there was not the slightest hint of fireworks on his face, "These are small things, how can you trouble a big man like you who is entangled in big things every day? He smiled in an accentuated tone and said, "I'm not a big person, and not many people will pay attention to me." ”

The two entered the living room, Wren sat in the first seat, and Nengalel consciously sat in the first position on his left hand. It was then that he noticed that Joberg was sitting on the first couch on his right, as if he had known what was going to happen.

"What did you say you were here for?", Wren asked casually, and Nengalel fell silent.

There is really a huge conflict between such a scene and the picture he imagined, especially when Wren said to go home. The word "homecoming" is interesting, and it can be seen as Rennes' return to the province of Bell, or as his return to Ortrenburg. But either way it means that Joberg is his "family" and he Nongalel is not.

As the uncrowned king of the province of Bell, with absolute dominance in the region, Nengalel does not think that Wren will be a head lower than him in terms of momentum and position. To get rid of Joberg, you have to pass Wren first, it doesn't matter when he's not in the Empire, once he returns, it means either a direct conflict with Wren, or he will go back and lose his impression points with Empress Pars.

The silent Nengalel gradually made the atmosphere in the room a little depressing, Wren raised his hand and waved it casually, and Joberg immediately stood up and walked to the door. Nengalael's chief of staff and guards looked at each other a few times, and finally chose to leave, closing the door before Joberg left, leaving only Wren and Nengalael in the room.

The sound of the door closing alarmed Nengalel, who subconsciously raised his eyebrows and looked up at Wren. He didn't believe that Wren didn't know what he was here for, and since he knew, he had to ask, which meant that he had something to say to himself.

"I heard that you and Ganwen's granddaughter had a hot fight?", Wren crossed his legs and casually took a fruit from the fruit bowl on the tea table next to him and threw it into his mouth.

Nengalel nodded, "Yes, I like her. ”

Wren snorted and laughed, "Are people like us qualified to say they like the word?"

Nengalel was silent.

Yes, as a politician, there is absolutely no qualification to say the word like, only exploitation, trade, compromise, including love. If the girl wasn't Gamwen's granddaughter, would he like that kind of girl? The answer is no, because an ordinary girl can't give him any further promotion, can't make him cross such a bottomless chasm.

"Tell me, what price did Pars pay you for a personal trip to Bell Province?"

Nengalel only felt the heavy pressure coming from Wren at this time, in fact, before that, he had not been able to understand a question. Why would a relatively not very powerful Wren bring so much trouble and burden to Her Majesty the Empress Pars. But at this moment, he suddenly understood that it was not that he couldn't figure it out before, but that his level was not high enough.

Yes, the level of the leader of the only remaining noble group in the empire is not high enough. Whether he is a marquis or anything else, he is an ordinary nobleman. He wasn't a golden nobleman, and he didn't feel the pressure to be killed and replaced at any moment. He hadn't had this kind of pressure before, but Queen Pars did, and now he could feel it.

He didn't feel the slightest respect for the empress in Wren's tone, as if he was talking about a woman as equal to him, a woman who was not an emperor or a great ruler, just an ordinary golden nobleman, a woman he was not afraid of and wanted to challenge.

This mentality is very dangerous, he believes that Wren is a sane person, so a sane person will not make risky moves, which also proves a point from the side - Wren has the opportunity and strength to do some dangerous things.

Nengalel suddenly felt a little thirsty, he picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip, the flower tea with just the right temperature exuded a somewhat greasy aroma, he was not used to drinking this kind of flower tea, he was willing to drink, but at this time, he had no choice.

The water is gentle and can soothe the restlessness in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Your Majesty will personally officiate our wedding." ”

Wren nodded slowly with an "oh" before he said, "When it comes to conquering a mountain, there are many options for people to climb from the steepest side. It may be a painstaking process, but the scenery is unforgettable. It is also possible to walk up the relatively gentle slopes, and although it is easy to do so, you will not be able to see the steep scenery. At this point, he paused, took another fruit and took a bite to eat, "If I had to choose, I would choose the most difficult path, because it would give me more pleasure in conquering." The easy road may not be successful, but the dangerous road, as long as you don't give up, there will always be a successful day. ”

Nengalel nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled dumbly, "I heard that the trade here in Bell is very developed, and it just so happens that I will also come here this time to learn." You know, things are a bit bad on our side, a lot of people think we're nouveau riche, and we don't actually make a lot of money. Do you have any good advice on this?"

"I don't know much about business, but I know a very simple truth. If there is demand, there can be supply, and you can talk to Sarcomo about this, he is more adept. ”