Wren wasn't a pervert, so he wasn't going to swallow Celeste in one gulp, that would be too cruel. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Although his young body would bring a little throbbing to his dry mind, he still controlled himself well. He wasn't a saint, he had desires, and he had the desires that other men craved, but he didn't want to be that little girl yet. He felt that when he stayed with her, time passed quickly and he would be in a much better mood, and he didn't intend to spoil the atmosphere in a short period of time.

A new day dawned as the sun rose, and the time of the nobles was different from that of the common people who could be seen outside the window, and their mornings were always about three hours later than the commoners. Ordinary people in Ortlenburg have to get up in the morning to run for a day's livelihood, and if they get up a little late, they may not have food for a day. Wren slept until nine o'clock, and slowly woke up at the knock of the chief maid.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the cracks in the crimson tasseled curtains, and Wren yawned on the bed, his angular but not very strong body was the easiest to please the noblewomen, coupled with his noble bloodline and long family heritage, countless aristocratic ladies and aristocratic wanted to climb into his bed.

It's not about marrying him, it's about having a heart-to-intestine battle and tasting the taste of the golden aristocratic patriarch.

Wren lifted the soft velvet blanket and got off the bed naked, and the two little babies blushed and followed Wren into the dressing room. This is not something to be ashamed of, the nobles have to freshen up after waking up in the morning, and it is very troublesome, of course, these will be done by the maids.

After nearly an hour of preparation, Wren was finally fully dressed and ready to go out. Sometimes he wondered if it should be made simpler, it would be so troublesome to put on clothes, and what should he do if something urgent happened in the future? This matter must be done after returning to the imperial capital, first fooling His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers, otherwise it is not a good thing to be a maverick in the aristocratic circle.

Compared to Wren's lateness, Celeste got up early. She couldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar environment, and she also experienced the same torture as Wren, and it took longer than Wren. Especially the corset and corset, which were simply miserable, also made her feel very ashamed. Yes, it's just a shame. The clothes of the aristocratic women were like the clothes of the men, and countless animal bones were hidden in the mezzanine. The function of these animal bones is to line the clothes in shape and at the same time constrain the body shape. The corset, in particular, is simply heartbreaking!

With the God of Light above, an eleven-year-old girl can be squeezed out of a ditch, how painful it is!

Wren recruited the head maid, and he pointed to Celeste, who looked at his dress inexplicably, his little face was flushed, and he didn't know if he had missed something, so he didn't dare to speak.

"From today onwards, under the age of sixteen in the City Lord's Mansion can wear no corset. If you are over 16 years old and don't want to wear it, you can also not wear it. Wren's expression was serious, indicating that he was not joking, "This is abuse, abuse understand?"

The corners of the maid's mouth twitched, but she nodded in agreement. Not to mention not wearing a corset, even Wren ordered all the women in the City Lord's Mansion not to wear clothes, and she had to carry it out.

The eyes of the few little maids on the side narrowed into a slit with a smile, they were not used to wearing this thing, if it weren't for the fear of causing the dissatisfaction of this city lord who had always been very majestic, they would have secretly taken it off.

Celeste also seemed relieved?

"What's for the morning?", Wren quickly changed the subject, and he looked at the three plates in front of the table opposite Celeste, a little unappetizing. Early in the morning, I actually want to eat very greasy bacon, which is really enough!

The head maid reported the long menu again, and Wren stroked his forehead, "Go, give me a bowl of wheat porridge without milk and spices, and don't add any spices!!"

"What about the food?"

"Just make two green leaves, no cream, no butter, no spices, no wine, nothing!"

"As you wish, my lord. ”

Catching up with Celeste's slightly stunned gaze, Wren pouted and said, "The food in the morning is too greasy, I will lose my appetite all day, and the only thing that satisfies me on this table is black tea." ”

A cup of fragrant black tea was quickly picked up by him, he wrinkled a pool of red soup, took a sip, the slightly bitter ruby-like liquid slid into his mouth, and the aftertaste after a while was really an unparalleled enjoyment, which also made Wren miss green tea even more. This must be on the agenda and let the gardeners do it as soon as possible, he is really fed up with this damn catering system.

"What are you going to do in the morning?" Wren asked.

Celeste still felt a little scared, this place was really too strange, she couldn't believe that she didn't cry when she slept alone last night!

"Probably...... Look at the book!", Celeste hesitated, not knowing what to do.

"You can go to my study, but I have one request, don't mess with the books. He put down the teacup, and just served the thick wheat porridge that someone chewed and spit out in his mouth, and Wren had completely lost his appetite, he touched his lips, stuffed two fresh lettuce leaves into his mouth and swallowed it, and stood up directly. "I've probably been busy lately and can't take care of you, so I'll take you out to play when I'm busy for a while. ”

Celeste's eyes suddenly bloomed with expectation, and she nodded vigorously.

There are indeed a lot of things going on in Wren, and the Black Fire warriors in the farmstead outside the city have already started training, and as the owner of this group of consumables, Wren must go once. He arranges the work at hand...... , in fact, there is no work, and the entire city has long been accustomed to running on its own without the interference of the city lord's mansion. After that, he took Blair and drove slowly towards the farm outside the city.

Most of the pedestrians on the streets and alleys are still dazed and numb, petty thieves are caught in them, and some are extorting businesses and collecting protection money. This has become the daily routine in Ortlenburg, if you can't get out of here, then just bear it silently, and one day you can get used to it.

After about ten minutes of running out of the city gate, there was a circle of artificial forests on the sunny side of a small hillside, which obscured the scenery inside. The carriage drove in slowly, and the two farmer-like men opened the gate and bowed respectfully, until the carriage was far away, and then got up and closed the gate.

Xavi came out early, and he had already greeted him yesterday. Holding a thorny leather whip in his hand, he bent down with a smile, "Welcome, Honorable City Lord. ”

Wren stepped out of the carriage, the golden badge of thorns dazzling in the sunlight, he glanced at Hanno and a few of his retinue, and nodded arrogantly, "Take me to see my warriors." ”

Hano stretched out his hand, walked in front with a slight bend, and led Wren into the warehouse. The warehouse was large, and the Black Fire warriors inside stood together, and although the space was a little cramped, everyone stood straight, even if they were close together.

"This is your master, Lord of Ortlenburg, and it is your good fortune that you can become his slave. Hano held the whip in his hands in both hands and held it high.

Wren paused slightly, but took the whip anyway, it was a ritual, a symbol, meaning that the fate of these slaves had changed, and their belonging had shifted.

The Black Fire Warriors are all strong black barbarians, and after several killings, they finally won through a tragic elimination, and gained the right to continue breathing air. In the process, they were already taught by the slave traders to be like machines that only knew how to execute. There have also been incidents of rebellions in history, but they were quickly suppressed by their own people. Today's slave traders have already summed up a mature domestication plan, which can ensure that these black barbarians will not have that kind of situation to the greatest extent.

Wren walked over to a stop in front of a black fire warrior, who was exceptionally strong and tall. He suddenly pulled out a dagger inlaid with sapphires from his waist, and the tip of the knife pressed against the black man's chest, with a slight force. In an instant, the tip of the precious dagger personally created by the master of the imperial capital stabbed into the chest of the black man. Wren slowly increased his strength, piercing it by more than an inch, and the black man's face did not change color, and there was no fear in his eyes, and he was as calm as a stone.

Wren withdrew the dagger, wiped the blood on the black man's body, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, Harvey, you did a good job." ”

Harvey was not modest, he just owed, with a smug smile on his face. This batch of black barbarians was carefully selected, and he took out twelve points of strength to select the best hundred. It can be said that these 100 Black Fire Warriors pulled out are enough to resist more than three times or even more Imperial troops, and they can also win cleanly.

Wren's thinking also began to change little by little, he didn't want to use the black man as the capital to start at first, mainly because the black man was too "cheap".

The classes of the entire continent were divided from top to bottom, into the aristocracy, the privileged, the citizens, the freedmen, the untouchables, and the slaves. And slaves were also divided into two classes, one castrated and the other uncastrated. Those who have not been castrated are one level higher than those who have been castrated, and it can be said that these castrated Black Fire warriors are slaves among slaves, and normal slaves will look down on them.

With these people, you will lower your own level.

But then again, as long as it's useful, who cares if you're not of grade?

Whether it is a slave warrior or an imperial soldier, in the final analysis, they are all consumables, so what else do you have to distinguish between high and low?

Wren glanced at Harvey, "Help me get another five hundred Black Fire Warriors, like these, but don't castrate." He silently pondered in his heart, "Half a year, is it enough?"

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, "Enough, enough!

Wren raised his whip and pressed Harvey's shoulder, "I like smart people, you're a smart person. ”