Once you've got one, you don't need to do the other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone must be clear about one thing, that is, someone will be eliminated, otherwise how to keep everyone competitive and motivated?

Walking out of the first interrogation room, Wren nodded to the guards outside the door, "Deal with No. 2, assess the possible threat to him and his family, if there is a threat, ......", Wren sorted out his clothes and looked at the guards again, "Then clean them all up." ”

After saying that, he walked to his office without looking back, and after getting these people done, he could start the next step. He had read some histories that interested him, and some of the negative characters in one of them were worth learning from at this moment. What kind of case can most touch the nerves of the ruler? It is nothing more than a case of rebellion. Wren has been silent in another world for more than ten years, and the moment he travels to this time, his personality has undergone extremely subversive changes.

Either you don't do it, or you have to do it to the end, he has been pressed on the starting line, then he must get rid of all his opponents, even if he makes black moves.

Flipping through the files, examining every assessment on each file, he finally pulled out one file and threw it on the table. Now, he needs someone to take the initiative to jump out and lift the corner of the storm.

Looking at the quiet golden ring area outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Wren crossed his legs, rubbed the ring on his middle finger, and looked into the distance with deep eyes. At the end of his gaze, the majestic palace exudes unparalleled majesty.

Today, it's a good day.

But for some, today is not a good day.

In the dreary royal prison, Bowen was kept in a room that was not much different from the nobleman's bedroom, and even the prison itself was like a castle, except that the guards were slightly tighter, only with a little more iron bars on the windows.

At this time, Bowen no longer had the vigor and composure he had when he was in Bell Province, he was too haggard, and he seemed to be a teenager in more than half a year. His hair was gray, his clothes were full of sweat stains and wrinkles, and he exuded a faint body odor. He sat on the edge of the table, and there was nothing sharp or hard in the whole room, even the walls were nailed with layers of soft animal skins to prevent the people who lived here from committing suicide.

The Royal Prison is full of political prisoners. It's a transit point for some people and a terminal for some people. Someone will leave here, someone will die of old age here. Countless dry bones and undead have forged the majesty of the royal family.

What kind of fate he will face, he already has a faint guess. The death ransom, in the final analysis, is a small toy taken out by the royal family to appease the nobles, and the royal family can also smash this toy with their own hands when needed. In fact, in the final analysis, it was the crime he committed that was too bad, hundreds of thousands of people died in the fire, and no one could suppress the boiling anger from the people. There must be a heavyweight enough to take responsibility for this catastrophe and give his life to appease all the public opinion that is angry to the extreme.

Sometimes the reality is very ridiculous, the aristocracy does not pay much attention to the so-called public opinion, but sometimes, they have to give in. The decency of being an aristocrat makes them always avoid certain sensitive topics and thoughts, and then at a special time, they run headlong.

The heavy wood was slowly pushed away, and Bowen didn't even have the desire to look up, "What are you eating today?"

The food in the Royal Prison is actually much better than dog shit, but the people who are locked up here, even if they serve the most wonderful food, are no different from dog shit in their mouths. Many political prisoners use dog shit to describe the food here, whatever it is, it's like chewing wax.

The crisp sound of leather boots tapping on the stone floor surprised Bowen slightly, and he looked back at the only exit from this room, and was stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and turned all his words into a long sigh.

"What, old friends are not welcome?", Wren walked over to the table and sat down, placing the small gift box in his hand on the table. The contents of the gift box have been inspected, making the originally packaged box look a bit "rushed".

Bowen squeezed out a wry smile and shook his shoulders self-deprecatingly, "What else can I say? Congratulations on myself being finished?"

The topic is a bit heavy, but that's why Wren is here, "I've inquired, and the Queen of Pars, the Privy Council, the Council of Elders, and the Parliament all think that you shouldn't continue to live, and they plan to send you to the God of Light on a good day after winter. ”

"Thank you for the good news, I'm so surprised!", Bowen's tone was sarcastic, and Wren said the last thing he wanted to know, and he couldn't greet it with a calm smile. Whoever knows the date of his death is unlikely to be happy. "If there is any good news, tell me together!"

"Your family will be sent to the Far North Ice Field, do you know that place?", Wren opened the small gift box without care, and there was a cigarette stick inside, a dragon's blood shaft, and a ruby cigarette holder. There is also a box of Dragon Island smoke bricks, as well as a wooden knife. He took out the cigarette case of the Dragon Island cigarette brick, dug out a small piece of the cigarette brick from it, crushed it and stuffed it into the cigarette gun, and then handed it over. At the same time, he took out the fire sickle and drew out the flames, "Come, taste it." ”

Bowen paused, a little hesitant, a little hesitant, but in the end, he still couldn't refuse the unique taste of Dragon Island smoke bricks, or wanted to enjoy more before he died, he didn't object to Wren's move. He took the cigarette gun and stuffed it into his mouth, and took a deep breath into the firelight. He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and had an expression of enjoyment and aftertaste, and smoke slowly came out of his mouth and nose, "It's been a long time since you've smoked such a pure thing, and you're doing a big business now?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Wren, and his mood was much better than before, at least he was able to communicate calmly.

Wren shrugged his shoulders indifferently, after leaving Ortlenburg, he no longer had to worry about the headache of the financial deficit, he only needed to harvest the wealth, "I have a way to keep your family from going to the Far North Ice Field, they will be sent to serve on the Western Front, and maybe there will be a chance to return to the circle of nobility through meritorious service." ”

Bowen's eyes lit up, he didn't regret burning Xiliu City, he regretted it because his actions dragged down his family and family, and in this era and society where family interests are paramount, he can't get rid of such fixed thinking.

"Well, Viscount Wren, I apologize to you for my previous tone, can you reveal a little bit, what method you plan to use?", Bowen's tone was flattering, which was absolutely impossible before, of course, if he knew that Wren had become an earl, maybe this flattery would be a little more explicit.

Wren tilted his head, "I have a plan, I need a victim. ”

"You can see that I'm the best fit, right?"

Wren smiled and asked, "Isn't it?"

Bowen stretched out his right hand, the hands of the two were tightly clasped together, Bowen smiled and said, "Deal!"

It is worth it to exchange a person's death for a trivial opportunity!

Wren came in a hurry, and he went in a hurry.

No one except him and Bowen knew what they were talking about.

With the death of the scholar and the unexpected silence of the Ministry of State Security, some aristocrats who could not bear the loneliness, or could not stand the quiet but stressful atmosphere at this time, began to move. The first shot was fired by the public opinion of the imperial capital, and in the field of public opinion, it is clear that scholars are more likely to be recognized and accepted by people than nobles.

The political environment of the imperial capital is not the same as that in the remote countryside, in the province of Bell, in Ortlenburg, if you want to display your talents and realize your ideas and political ambitions, you must first have a pair of fists that can break the iron wall. But in the imperial capital, the tilt between politics is much more civilized on the surface, even if the two sides under the table are stabbing each other with blood, but above the table, they still have to maintain the demeanor and smile of the nobility.

The scholars first established a big stance and determined that it was wrong to storm Wren's carriage, but these scholars who were good at playing with words also stuffed a lot of private goods. They argued that "offending" the carriage in which the Golden Nobles rode was not the same as attacking the Golden Nobles themselves, and that the unnamed scholar should not be summarily killed, at least until the Justice made a final decision, especially if he had recognized his mistake and Wren was not in danger.

Once public opinion was stirred up, the people of the imperial capital with inexplicable pride began to discuss this issue. People are willing to sympathize with the weak, and this "hatred of the rich" is well used, and in the rounds of public opinion offensives, Wren has become a loser, at least no one wants to speak for him. Even if someone stands up and tells everyone that Wren has done nothing wrong, it is to contrast Wren's brutality and cruelty.

However, on the cusp of turbulent public opinion, Wren was assassinated.

This is Wren's fourth assassination, and compared to the previous three assassinations, this assassination is obviously a bit rough and less professional.

The assassination took place outside the Old Library, and when Wren got out of the carriage, removed his scarf and top hat and handed it to Blair, a seemingly ordinary passerby immediately rushed down the steps outside the Old Library, less than ten meters away from Wren. The Assassin was holding a sharp, poisonous dagger, and if it weren't for Wren's quick reaction, he might have been the unlucky man in the crystal coffin.

After the assassin's defeat, he was killed on the spot by Blair, and this failed assassination suddenly reversed Wren's decline in public opinion.