No second person knew about Dorain's vomiting of blood, and he couldn't have told anyone that he had just pushed for political reform with a tough stance, and that it was at a time when the contradictions were prominent. During this period, a series of problems will inevitably arise, some of which belong to the reformers and some to the reformed. Wren knew that he couldn't be truly omnipotent, that he couldn't reform the polity perfectly, and that he needed to screen out hidden enemies, so he couldn't show the slightest fatigue, but rather toughened out.

Only by being tougher will some people not be able to hide and take the initiative to jump out. Otherwise, they will pretend to be very submissive and wait for Wren to burp and plunder the political resources he has left behind.

Wren won't give them that chance, and he's going to have to sort everything out in nine months, and that's what matters most to him.

There's no way the high priest on the ice field will give the child to him, and there's no way he'll let him dig up the fallen Dumeron under the ice field, so it's inevitable that he'll have to do it in the end. Once they do it, it will inevitably be an even more tragic war, and the High Priest, as the divine envoy of Dielon, has a special ability to cast spells on the ice field, coupled with the strong individual strength of the Ice Barbarians and their blind worship and obedience to Dumeron and the High Priest, they will not spare their lives.

At the same time, the remaining gold nobles will also be included in his list of expeditions. I'm afraid that the copper ring on the index finger won't be able to gather enough runes in a short period of time, but the runes on the middle finger are not so troublesome, and they only need to gather the bloodlines of all the golden nobles, and naturally they can light up all the runes. He didn't know what would happen when he lit up all the runes, but it was already his few options.

Of the remaining four families, he had already obtained the bloodline of the Antun family, and there were three other families left. These three families are different, some are arrogant, some are willing to take their lives, and some are not concerned about the world. In fact, the best thing to deal with is a domineering family like the Cabofield family, it is precisely because of their domineering that they will sometimes let impulses dominate their dog brains, and do things that ordinary people can't understand recklessly.

At the end of October, the cold snap from the north made the temperature in the imperial capital also begin to drop rapidly, and the temperature in early October was still 289 degrees, and you would feel hot if you wore a little more. Now, even if you wear three pieces of clothing, you will feel a little cold when you sit still for a long time. According to the temperature changes over the years, the temperature in the imperial capital may drop to about zero degrees Celsius around November.

Spielco sniffed, the sudden cold air making him a little uncomfortable. The eyes of the clansmen around him who occasionally drifted to him often moved away the moment they touched his body. No one thought that among the grandchildren of the old tyrant, such a "different species" could appear!

The old tyrant has always advocated the law of the forest, and the strong dominate everything, but he doesn't take the bloodline too seriously. As the low tide period becomes more and more serious, the so-called bloodline talent is very weak many times, and not many people can obtain a powerful talent like Wren or Grace, and it is more of a dispensable talent. Compared to these ethereal things that are not necessarily useful, in this world, it is the individual's ability that is more important than the bloodline talent.

Spellco, as one of the many grandchildren of the old tyrant, almost never came into the eyes of his clansmen, and in their eyes, a guy like Spiceco, who was not able to show special talents, was not worthy of attention at all.

But it was this inconspicuous little guy who designed to frame his brother, and there was more than one, but three. The three grandchildren of the old tyrant who had been chosen as the next patriarch of the family were ruined by Spielco's plan. This kind of behavior of cheating on brothers and sisters is not news in the Capofield family, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

Spielko's status in the family has skyrocketed, and he has been received by the old tyrant alone, and there are already some rumors in the family that if Spielko can stabilize his current position, then his identity as the heir will definitely not be able to escape.

Some people have never taken their eyes off the throne, and some have long since crouched under the throne, and not every child or child of the Capofield family has the courage to fight for that position. As the current victor, Spielco is already surrounded by many clansmen, and once Spielko takes the final step, these clansmen will receive an increase in status and more family dividends.

Of course, not everyone believes that Spellco can go to the end, just like his three brothers before, many people already have the illusion that "the successor is among the three of them", but is it still all trapped by Spellco?

No one likes restless people, and it is unlikely that they will like people who fall into the wind, so every time you bet, you will change the fate of some people, good or bad.

Spike managed to secure the position, and more siblings staked their fortunes on him, and the pressure on his heart was far less relaxed than his calm appearance suggested.

So, he needs to vent.

This is perhaps one of the things that the aristocracy loves about their privileges, at least they have the money, status, and power to do whatever they want.

Spielco is a very handsome young man, with fair skin and delicate features, if it weren't for the obvious Adam's apple on his neck, the first person to meet him might think of him as a woman full of heroism, but in fact he is a man, a beautiful boy.

There is no shortage of beautiful young men among the aristocracy, and power and status allow the nobles to have the best genetic order in this society, and it is not a simple matter to give birth to ugly children. Relying on this face, Spike is not a concubine in the imperial capital...... , no, should say friends of the opposite sex.

Looking at a more remote villa in the Oak District, Spike patted his slightly frozen face and smiled lightly.

He's here today just to vent.

He has a very special fetish, he loves masochism, and at the same time he likes to abuse others, maybe it has something to do with the environment in which he grew up, but it is always a habit that does not go into the stream.

"Stay at the door and be careful not to let people in. Speco commanded, and the guards around him immediately burrowed into the small house outside the gate. He unbuttoned his leather coat as he walked to the door of the villa.

The moment he pushed the door open, a stream of heat poured out of the door, making him feel much more relaxed. He casually hung the leather coat on the hanger behind the entrance, unbuttoned the cuffs with a smile, and took off all the shirts. He has a very toned body, and his muscles are not as angular as those big guys, but they are also pleasing to the eye. It's just that there are some light-colored scars on his chest, shoulders, and back.

Neither the alchemist nor the apostle of the Church had a way to erase these wounds, but he didn't. In his opinion, this is something that can keep him happy for a certain period of time, how can it be wiped off so easily?

The hall of the villa has been completely remodeled as if it were an execution chamber. Execution racks, gallows, slings, and torture instruments placed on the side cabinets, shelves, and walls make the hall feel less than good.

In the northwest corner of the hall, there was a cube covered with a black curtain, and Spangelco walked over and lifted the curtain, revealing a cage. Inside the cage were three naked girls, blindfolded, huddled together in some horror.

These three girls were caught outside by Spielco's handlers, and to put it simply, they were ordinary girls. At first, Specco would only play with the skilled women, but gradually he found that the degree of acting of the skilled women was often greater than the real experience, so he chose to change the taste, a more authentic taste.

The girls had a collar around their necks and a chain attached to the collar, and Spike pulled one of the girls out of the cage with force from the hook on the outside of the cage. The girl's mouth was stuffed with something, and there were layers of bandages tightly wrapped around her arms, so that the girl's forearms were tightly attached to her big arms. The same goes for the legs, the tight bandages keep the girl's heels against the pigu, and even if she wants to struggle, she can't do it.

Regardless of the other two girls' frightened struggles, he dragged the girl, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, under the sling, and took a small leather whip from the shelf, and Specco's eyes were full of desire and longing, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his face.

He picked up the whip......

Warn!

Warn!

The Incineration Department discovered the abnormal information flow and began to actively analyze it......

The analysis is over, the target is locked, and cross-border interference is carried out......

Harmony begins to output with a power of 300 percent......

The output is over, and the target is successfully destroyed!

Spielco opened his confused eyes, a dull pain in his forehead, and his mind went blank. He touched the painful strangulation marks on his neck and vaguely remembered something.

By the way, I'm working on ......!

Rubbing his head, he got up, but everything in front of him made him feel a trace of shock and fear.

The floor in the originally clean and tidy hall was covered with pieces of meat that could not be distinguished from each other, and the three heads were neatly hung from the slings. The blood that had poured from the cut was constantly drying up and slowly spilling out, and it was already twenty or thirty centimeters long. He shuddered suddenly, looked down at a bluish-gray slightly dull intestine wrapped around his waist, and his whole body trembled.

Yes, he likes to abuse people, especially clean girls, but that doesn't mean he likes to kill! Every time he plays a game like this, he is very controlling, and at most he will give them enough compensation if they get hurt. In fact, in Spielco's opinion, the girls he chose were lucky, because these girls may not be able to have the wealth he gave them for the rest of their lives, which is a huge sum of money that is enough to make the vast majority of civilians desperate for the rest of their lives!

With this huge amount of money, it is not just the fate of one person who changes, but the fate of a family or even a family, so Spike never feels that he will owe them anything, and it is a fair deal, even if the girls are not voluntary.

But he really never thought about killing anyone, and he preferred the knee-jerk screams of the girls when they couldn't contain their pain to the cold corpses, and some red-faced reactions.

Can ...... now , he tore off the intestines wrapped around his waist, rushed into the dressing room, cleaned everything on his body, washed it several times, and was also thinking about how to solve the problem here.

Actually, it's not a big problem, no matter where it is, every day some girl or boy suddenly disappears somewhere, people have long been used to this kind of news. The only trouble is that this matter can't be known to the person in charge, and that's the big trouble. There are many people among the nobility who have a rotten private life, and sometimes it is not a big deal to kill some people, but the problem is to be able to cover it.

Once the handler finds out about these things, it is very likely that he will be blackmailed, as a very rational most of the time, and enough to forbear and relatively higher intelligence, the first thing that comes to mind at this time is to extinguish his mouth. As long as the handler dies and is cleaned up here, then everything is a small matter.

He slowed his breath, walked back into the living room and sat down, pondered for a moment, then went upstairs and used the magic sound box to contact the person who handled it, a descendant of the last nobleman who was now a councilor in a block in the Copper Ring, who specialized in dirty work for profit.

The big guys have the lifestyle of the big guys, the little guys have the rules of survival of the little guys, and those guys who have lost their titles are not willing to live a dull life, and becoming a broker has become the only channel for them to maintain a decent life, which is different from the common people.

Spielco lit a cigarette and waited for his handler to arrive, but what he didn't expect was that the person he didn't want to see was the last person he wanted to see.

A group of greyhounds received a report and surrounded the villa, and the leader of the team was not a big man, but just a small leader of the action team. The report did not elaborate on what happened here, except for a vague mention of the villa's relationship with human smuggling. It wasn't a big deal, but it was definitely not a small deal, and the Imperial Security Department immediately sent someone over.

It's just that when they were about to break into the villa, they were blocked.

Spylko's guards strictly obeyed his orders and refused to allow the greyhound to enter, they also knew a little bit about what was going on inside, and once this kind of scandal broke out, Spalkor wanted to become the next patriarch, I am afraid it would not be so easy. Spielco is not happy, and their close guards will not have any greater development, so they will definitely not let these greyhounds in.

"This is private territory, and it's a nobleman's villa ......," the guard said with a menace in his words, faintly forcing the greyhounds.