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The carnage and horrors of the day seemed to be swept away by the dark blue sky as the night fell, and the gates of the Golden and Silver Circles opened again, and the streets that never night were full of people, and it was time for the nobles to carry out their normal activities. They need to communicate, they need to figure out what happened during the day, what kind of deal is behind it, whether it is good for them, or what they should avoid it.

The well-dressed aristocrats raised their heads arrogantly, as if they did not take the whole world into account. Even if they saw acquaintances on the street, they would only be far away and nodded reservedly.

Everyone knows it's just a face-saving project, but everyone needs to do it. Grace, demeanor, and decency are things that every nobleman must desperately protect and maintain.

Soothing music wafted melodiously from the instruments in the hands of the musicians, and a number of men and women stood in groups of men and women in the gardens of the manor. They gathered in a circle, with their backs to the outside, whispering to each other. There are many small circles of such closed rejection of outsiders, and even if they belong to the same noble group, they will be divided into different small camps.

Waiters carried trays and shuttled back and forth between the light-staggered guests, and the initiator of this banquet was the Imperial Prime Minister, Duke Gamven. This is a great man second only to the Empress Pars, the master of the Orlando Empire, who has been in power for almost the entire period of time. Especially at the end of Orlando VI, when the old man became soft-hearted as he got older, most of the final arbiters of government during this period were Ganwen.

Many people thought that Orlando VI suddenly abdicated and Orlando VII Empress Pars ascended the throne in a hurry, and Ganvin would not give Pars face, and even wanted to control the government. He has the ability to do this, and he has the capital to do so, and he is a golden nobleman himself, an invisible royal family. But the most surprising thing is that he did not do so, and without even the slightest sign of fighting for power, he returned all power to Empress Pars, and willingly assisted her.

Some people say that he is a fool, and if he continues to control the government and maintain his dominance in the Diet, maybe the empire will be headed by a different master. This statement may not be a well-intentioned speculation, and there is a great possibility of sowing discord, but it is not unreasonable. In fact, people who really take this kind of thinking seriously are the real fools. Duke Gavin is not too young, how many more years will he live? ten years, or twenty years?

And what about ten or twenty years from now? How can Empress Pars be in the prime of life, an old man, an energetic one? Overthrowing the ruler of an empire is not an easy thing to say, at least not so easy in the Orlando Empire. Absolutely loyal to the Orlando family's first and second guards and Marshal Grace, as long as he does not waver, no one dares to blatantly say that he wants to overthrow the Orlando family.

Instead of fighting back and forth and finally being dragged to death by Pars, it is better to simply hand over all the power in his hands.

The essence of Gan Wenshen's trade-off, he once lost all authority, but today he has gained a higher status than before.

Today, Gan Wen just said that he was going to hold a dinner party, and the people with faces in the entire imperial capital all squeezed their heads and wanted to come in, even if they couldn't say a word or two to Gan Wen, it was worth it even if they were familiar.

When the time pointed to eight o'clock and the atmosphere of the party became more and more enthusiastic, Gan Wen appeared at the right time. He changed into civilian clothes, a privilege that belonged to the prime minister and an old man, and no one would look at him with their mouths covered like a monster. People have long known Ganwen's temper and character, and it is not surprising.

Coming out with Ganwen was Wren.

He stood beside Gamwen with a smile on his face, one hand in his trouser pocket, which was not to be encouraged by etiquette, but only by the inferior, that is, the commoners, and the nobles did not like such unseemly actions. But this action was made in Wren, it had a special taste, some uninhibited, some chic, with his upright posture and deep eyes, just in this moment, some ladies tightened their legs, and the two round thighs rubbed back and forth.

However, the men present were a little hostile to Wren. On the one hand, this hostility is caused by the male instinct to compete for the right to mate and mate, to put it bluntly, there is some discomfort and inferiority in the heart after the strong person appears in front of the opposite sex, and this inferiority is manifested through the most primitive impulse of the male, that is, hostility. On the other hand, Wren has done a little too much in the past few days. Killing nobles and arresting people did make him famous and became an indispensable topic of conversation in the imperial capital. But it also made the nobles hostile to what he did, and for whatever reason, he always did those things.

Facing the crowd, Wren smiled and nodded, showing his respect, he was the main guest invited by the host, and this banquet was naturally held for him. Gan Wen was very satisfied with the attitude of these nobles present towards Wren, he didn't want Wren to get along with these people, and even hoped that these people's hostility towards Wren would be more obvious and stronger. A Wren who is excluded by the mainstream circle is a good Wren.

Gan Wen raised his eyebrows, smiled and took Wren's hand and walked towards the crowd, and people naturally surrounded him, while maintaining a certain distance.

"This one, I'm afraid I don't need an introduction, you already know him. Ganwen's words were immediately echoed, these nobles were hostile to Wren was a position, but the position and attitude had nothing to do with it. They immediately chimed in, expressing their familiarity with Wren. "The Count of Wren has returned a year after leaving the imperial capital, with his pride and triumph. It was because of the existence of Count Rennes that the turmoil in the southeast region of the empire was extinguished in time. This is an era that belongs to young people, and an old man like me has stepped on the outside of the times, and the future belongs to young people!"

Gampon spoke and took two glasses of wine from the squire's tray, one for himself and one for Wren. He raised his hand with the wine glass, and touched the wine glass in Wren's hand, the crisp sound of the collision made people raise their glasses, Gan Wen said loudly, "To the young!", after speaking, he tilted his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Alcohol is a good thing that can make people forget about the etiquette they should follow. Gan Wen drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and the nobles who had already drunk three rounds shouted and raised their wine glasses, and drank them all in one gulp. Gan Wen looked at Wren with a smile, and an occasional glint flashed in his eyes. This is an old man who controls the overall situation of the entire empire, and he can't be underestimated because he is old.

Wren had to take a sip of the wine from the glass, and he put the empty cup on the plate in the hand of the attendant, and took a breath of cool air.

Ganwen can't drink spirits, so the drinks prepared for the dinner are mainly dry red wines, although the alcohol content is not high, but it is a little enough to drink a glass in one gulp.

"It's really good to be young. Gan Wen seemed to be very interested, "When I saw you, I thought of the Gober Black Sheep." ”

The people immediately laughed, Gober Black Sheep is a terrier, Gober is a nobleman, he likes the taste of Black Rock Sheep, but he does not like the fishy smell of Black Rock Sheep. In order to solve this problem, he suddenly thought of an interesting solution, which was to feed the Black Rock sheep wine. Alcohol can drive away the fishy smell of the Black Rock sheep, so that the meat is full of the aroma and sweetness of wine, so he began to use this method to feed the Black Rock sheep on a large scale.

One day Gober had drunk so much that he forgot to lock the door of the cellar, and the Black Rock sheep, who were accustomed to wine, followed the aroma and slammed open the door of the cellar, and drank all of Mr. Gober's cellar. The next day Mr. Gober found out that the Black Rock Sheep were missing, and searched for a long time before finding them in the cellar. This stalk is about the state of alcoholism, and it is also a good-natured joke.

Gan Wen sighed, "Okay, this is the world of young people, I'd better go to the side." As he spoke, he leaned close to Wren and patted his arm, "Go relax and relax, it doesn't matter if you can indulge, you should indulge when you are young." ”

Wren had to walk into the crowd with a wry smile, and immediately someone surrounded him. There can be no absolute unity at any time, and if someone is hostile to Wren, then there must be someone who wants to get close to Wren. These people are all political speculators, they are gamblers and gamblers, and they are never afraid of losing, but they are afraid that they will not lose badly. These speculators either lose nothing or win dramatically.

"Earl of Wren, introduce yourself, I am Edmund, Lord of Mount Farul, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Edmund looked like he was thirty-six or seventeen years old, meticulous all over his body, and there was not even a single upturned thread on his clothes. He was very enthusiastic, and the hand he held was very strong and very hot. "I have brought the specialties of my hometown, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to my house and taste the game that is endemic to the Farul Mountains?"

In the words of the narrator, Edmund sends out an invitation to Chiguo's behind-the-scenes deal. Wren hesitated for less than five seconds, then fed back his thoughts to Edmund, and he shook Edmund's hand a little harder, "If I have a chance, I will definitely go to your house." ”

Edmund smiled knowingly, "Anytime, anywhere, waiting for you." After his task was completed, he naturally wouldn't occupy too much time for Wren, so he calmly tidied up his clothes that were not out of shape, owed a debt, and slowly retreated.