Alma fell to her knees, strands of hair on her sideburns drenched with sweat and scattered to her cheeks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn just over a year, the former veteran technologist has transformed into the premier presence in Bell Province. If there is anything that can change a person's temperament the most, it is obviously power, at this time, she really can't find a trace of the past on her body, she is completely dressed as a noblewoman, and there is an extraordinary bearing of a superior who seems to have nothing.

But even so, she was overwhelmed by the certain momentum that Wren exuded.

It was getting late, and Wren had not yet lit up the cured lighting in the study, so he sat behind the looming desk, barely able to see his silhouette through the light sources in the corridor and bathroom, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly. A pair of bright and majestic eyes bloomed in this darkness like stars, full of brutal and unusually calm, full of a certain palpitating aura. He lurked in the darkness like an ancient beast capable of fighting the gods and tearing them apart, revealing only a small part of his massive body!

This overwhelming momentum made Alma like a boat about to be overturned in the sea, and she could only support it with hard work, her forehead almost touching the stalls on the ground, completely losing all initiative in Wren's aura. With a sigh that only she could hear, her forehead finally fell to the ground, clinging to the delicate and luxurious stall, and clinging to the floor across the floor.

At this moment, the magic circuits on the Illumination Base were completely normal, and the magic completed all the circuits, forming a kind of magical energy resonance that allowed the Magic Base to come into play. Light, in an instant, swept away all darkness. The momentum on Wren's body that did not cause but gave people great pressure instantly converged, and in the light, he actually had a trace of a smile, which melted all the negative things and only gave people beauty.

"It's ......," he laughed as he looked at Alma, who was kneeling close to the ground, and pulled open the drawer, taking a chest buckle from the drawer and throwing it over. "I don't blame you, I can even understand their actions. Wren spoke in a very calm tone, so peaceful that there was no trace of anger or any other emotion, he was like stating a fact that was too simple to be simple, so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary, "Everyone has the right to pursue the happiness he yearns for, and I have said more than once that no one can stop a person from moving forward, nor can he stop his vision for his future." ”

"But a person, before doing something, has to think clearly. What kind of reward will I get for doing such a thing, and what kind of price will I pay. They have chosen a path that is not easy to take, it is their freedom, and they have to pay for what they have done!"

The delicate chest buckle tumbled and landed beside Alma, her eyes shining with disbelief, it was a bracho like a wreath of thorns, different from the badge that hung on the chest of the noble. If the two are compared together, the badge worn by the nobles is more formal, exactly the same as the family emblem, while this chest is smaller, and not so formal, and the thorn wreath is not full enough.

But that was enough, and the buckle meant that Alma was accepted into Wren as a member of the Thorns. As long as she wears this bra buckle, she will no longer need to be inferior to any noble, and she will be equal to the noble. Even if she doesn't have a knighthood, with this status, she will become a well-deserved first person in Bell Province.

Alma was so excited that she could barely control herself, she took the buckle in both hands and pinned her trembling fingers to her chest, a faint roar of excitement coming from her fluttering chest. A year ago, who would have thought that an old technosaur who had been violated by the years could have the status she has today? Not only did she do it, but she did it better than she expected. An ordinary baronet, where can she compare to the status of a golden nobleman?

"Tomorrow morning, I'll go back to Ortrenburg, and you can come with me!"

What prompted Wren to make such a decision, Richard and Cooper's actions certainly occupy a certain reason, but it is not the whole story. Yelvina's family had already sold off all their possessions in the imperial capital some time ago, except for the manor in the Golden Ring District, and the entire family had begun to move. Wren's agreement with her should have been fulfilled, and he was to make a trip to the Salme Mountains to meet Aphro. The matter of the black barbarians must be resolved, and it also involves his plans for the entire province of Bell.

In addition to this, he had recently heard the not-so-interesting news that Bolson was bedridden and appeared to have been poisoned.

Venier is a very special city, which happens to be in the way of the official road from Tulum to Bell. At the same time, ensuring the sovereignty of Veneer also has a supervisory and threatening effect on the Tiberium crystal veins that are being frantically mined day and night.

Of course, the Labour Party is also about to be formed, which is also an inevitable factor in his return.

Several things added together to make Wren's original plan to go back after the New Year have been advanced.

At this special time, Wren was going back to Bell Province, and Empress Pars had a little complaint, and now the entire imperial capital was in a kind of undercurrent. With the smooth passage of the plan for parliamentary reform on Parliament Day, a new wave has emerged. Many well-informed people already knew that the Imperial Diet was going to expand its seats, and everyone who thought they could afford it was trying to get as much support as possible for themselves to get into the Imperial Diet.

The aristocrats continue to make compromises and deals with each other, casting a cloud over the already unclear future, which makes it even more overwhelming. At such a critical time, Wren couldn't sit in the imperial capital, which really annoyed Empress Pars. She also hoped that Wren would be able to cut through the mess quickly when necessary, and use his strong iron wrist to pass blood and death to deter some nobles who were no longer in their normal minds.

However, Wren also had a good reason to go back, and a black and barbaric matter alone had to be taken seriously by Empress Pars. Compared with the internal contradictions of parliamentary reform, the Desi people can distinguish the importance of foreign affairs very well. The success or failure of parliamentary reform will not affect the future trend of the entire empire, but the millions of black barbarians in the Salme Mountains are a very severe test for the empire.

So even if Empress Pars is not very willing, she can't stop Wren's trip.

This time he returned to Ortlenburg Rennes with Jasmine alone, and Blair let him stay in the imperial capital, where he had more important things to do. This time he went back to Wren and chose to take the waterway, the Hudorne River runs through the entire Orlando Empire, and the complicated tributaries cover the entire country, enough for Wren to appear directly on the edge of Weststream. In terms of speed alone, the waterway may not be as good as the horse breed with amazing endurance, but the waterway has one advantage, that is, there is money and speed.

No matter how fast the horse is, one person can only ride one, but if there is enough money and money spent properly, more than one person can paddle on a boat!

With a hundred oarsmen working day and night, it took only three days for Wren to enter the territory of the province of Bell, where the climate was slightly warmer than the imperial capital, but the warmth was limited. There was not much green vegetation to be seen on both sides of the river, and only dead wood and grass were left by the relentless winter cold, and the boat walked for another two days, slowly landing at the dilapidated wharf of Xiliu City. Once known as the Pearl of the Bell, this city is now like a city occupied by the undead in a prehistoric story.

Everywhere you look, you can see ruins, and everywhere you look, it's barren. The blackened bricks and collapsed houses give people an eerie feeling, as if a ghost will emerge from nowhere. The unpleasant smell has completely dissipated in half a year, and nature has the most perfect decomposition process, from scavengers to insects and bacteria, everything left on the land is completely decomposed.

Occasionally, you can see some dry bones full of holes, which turn into bones and slag when you step on them, and an oppressive atmosphere envelops the city.

As soon as we stepped out of the half-collapsed wall, there was a stark contrast - there was already a huge camp outside the city gates, and a banner with blue borders on a white background depicted a hill with a castle, which was the coat of arms of the House of Everina. Under the banner, the bustling camp was filled with people, dissipating the depression in people's hearts, and in less than two minutes, Yelvina, dressed in red leather suits, came out in a cloak.

This woman's eyes looking at Wren were like water, tactful and resilient, she did not have the gentleness of ordinary women, but more heroic, using male etiquette. Looking at her bright red lips, the corners of Wren's mouth twitched slightly.

"Your Excellency the Count of Rennes, welcome to you, we have prepared a sumptuous meal, and we ask you to enjoy it. Yelvina, as the patriarch, took the initiative to invite.

When she didn't come to Bell Province, she or her people might not have an intuitive understanding of Wren's influence in this province, but since they came here, they found that Wren's influence here far exceeded people's guesses. The simplest point, if Wren's name is not announced, they will not even have enough to eat!

In Bell Province, the Governor Joberg has always enforced Wren's bill to monitor strategic goods, and has never easily met the demands of all large-scale food buyers. If you give some at a time, you can only let them eat for two days, and the next time you want to buy it, you have to eat all the food before you can ask for it. This approach is a bit rigid and rigid, but it also ensures to a great extent that these grains will eventually become food, rather than "strategic goods".