Wren decided to take a closer look at this different city with his own eyes, and in the written report, a group of rigid and rigid data could not reflect the true face of the city at all, only by seeing, hearing, touching, and feeling with his own eyes can he discover the truth of the city hidden under the flowers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Blair, go out with me. ”

Hearing Wren's voice, Blair was a little embarrassed, and his legs, which should have moved, seemed to be nailed to the spot, not moving at all. Wren's brows furrowed slightly, and he squeezed together. Blair is the last remaining combat force of the Golden Thorn family, loyal to the family for generations, and in the words of the other world, it is a family child. His ancestors were originally just squires who wore horses and stirrups for the Alcanian surname. Later, a generation suddenly awakened the talent for battle qi, and with the permission of the patriarch of the contemporary Golden Thorn family, he became the guardian knight of the family, and became a half-human master.

The oath promised has been passed down from generation to generation, and to this day, Blair can still stick to the oath of his ancestors, which is indeed a very admirable spirit. It's just that all this is not enough for him to openly oppose Wren's orders. So, what must have happened to make him disobey Wren's order for the first time, what is it?

In Wren's cold gaze, Blair scratched his head, and the stout man who was more than one meter nine looked particularly naïve when he did this action. His face was slightly ruddy, his eyes were dodgy with shame, and he didn't dare to meet Wren's gaze, so he spit out a few words, "Carriage...... Stolen!"

I see, it turned out that the carriage was stolen!

Wren figured things out in an instant, for a sudden outsider who was forcefully inserted into the local order, as the head of the land, many big people obviously did not want to see a strong desire to control and aggressive "Dad" exist, as a conservative art of behavioral communication, temptation is an indispensable way.

This kind of behavioral communication art is often more honest than language, a person can be full of nonsense, but he can never change some essential things, which can be tested through behavioral communication.

It's just that those big people didn't think about it, they couldn't wait to know some of Wren's information and attitudes, but they didn't know, Wren couldn't wait to understand their characters. Even if it weren't for that, Wren would have come up with something to test the whole city and the bastards.

"I see, has it been stolen?Is there a spare carriage in the City Lord's Mansion?", Wren's mind was racing, and a slightly rough plan had taken shape in an instant. He wasn't angry at the theft of the carriage, and he was calm as if nothing had happened, but could he really assume that nothing had happened?

Blair immediately paused, "Yes, but that carriage can't be compared to the stolen carriage, and it's really not worthy of your identity." ”

Ren Dao showed an intriguing smile: "It's okay, I don't care about this. ”

At a glance, the carriage, which was obviously unmaintained, drove out of the gate of the city lord's mansion staggeringly, and the pedestrians on the road were a little surprised, but they were really not too surprised, after all, the hobbies of the nobles were really elusive, and the newly appointed city lord had a hobby of "frugality".

Along the way, Wren took a closer look at his surroundings, and in terms of urban planning and construction alone, Ortlenburg was much better than any other city. This was once the front line of the Byron Empire, and supplies and troops from the mainland would pass through here, so the road was very wide, and the eight carriages in parallel would not be strained. The ground is paved with extremely thick bluestone slabs, and the traces left by the years are like works of art by nature, and each trace has a corresponding story.

The roadside houses tend to be more applicable than the luxury and sophistication of the imperial capital and bustling cities, boxy, with high lintels and wide doors. Every 405 meters, there is a watchtower, and the guards are lazily lying on the deck chairs outside the door basking in the sun.

There are many pedestrians on the road, and autumn is followed by the peak trading season, with food, weapons, winter reserves, and supplies for the next winter, which attract a large number of merchants to and from Orlando and Byron. The occasional string of slaves chained together dragged slowly and numbly under the whip of a leather whip, and pedestrians were familiar with it, and some even bargained with the slaves.

The main races of the Orlando Empire are the Desi, the Inmans, and the Basra, among which the Desi are the main races. Most of the slaves sold here were from the Byron and Kandath steppes, as well as a few defeated captives. After the female ** subordinate is captured, she will be treated differently according to her appearance, and the male will be much more miserable, almost all the black barbarians will be castrated, and only those who are particularly strong and have other uses can avoid this.

The so-called castration is castration. No matter which mainstream race it is, there are very strict restrictions on the purity of the bloodline of its own race. It's good that female black slaves don't get pregnant, at least they have the opportunity to live a peaceful life. But once you get pregnant, it's really better than death.

The price of a black man is about ten silver coins to thirty silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for about 900 to 1,300 copper coins according to the changes in market demand, which is about equal to the purchasing power of 600 yuan. In other words, the black barbarian is equivalent to a consumable in this world, and about 6,000 to 20,000 yuan can buy a living person, even if he buys it back and kills him with saliva, it is legal and constitutionally speaking.

Wealthy families would often buy one or two black slaves before the onset of winter, which could be used for three or five years if they were lucky, and only at the beginning of summer if they were unlucky.

Wren sat in the carriage and took in everything in the whole city, he pondered for a long time, and knocked on the carriage with the staff of civilization, "Go to the sheriff's office." ”

The carriage left behind a series of hooves that still echoed through the streets, and a few thieves smiled mockingly, relaying what they had seen to the big men. Maybe in their opinion, this was just a dismount for the new city lord, but they didn't expect that the noose they had woven by themselves had been put around their necks. And the only one who was awake was Alma, who waited anxiously, for good news.

As for Wren's visit to the police station on the second day of his appointment, Puls obviously did not expect this situation, and when he asked Wren very respectfully about his intentions, his old-fashioned face finally bloomed with emotions.

"You mean, you're here to report the crime?!", Pouls himself didn't believe that he could say such a thing, let alone the meaning expressed in the words. Hell, when are the nobles going to report the crime? They never go out with their personal guards in a fit of rage to smash and loot?If it weren't for Wren right in front of him, he swore he would have gone home and slept a little more, or it would have been less pleasant to bring dreams to work.

Wren waved his staff of civilization and finally handed it to Blair, he unfastened the two buttons that tightly strangled his chest to make him look more powerful, and breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the matter?

"No! it's not like that......", although Puls seems to be an old-fashioned person, it doesn't mean that he has to hit the south wall, secretly hooked his index finger, and a well-looking female detective ran over with a notebook, "You briefly tell me about the case you want to talk about, I will register it, and then distribute it everywhere to find what you lost in the shortest possible time." Excuse me, what are you missing?"

This is the correct posture and the correct IQ, only the mentally retarded will open their mouths for three days and close their mouths for a week, so as to give a time to die. However, Wren does not intend to, and will not let them find their carriage so easily, otherwise wouldn't this game be abandoned halfway?

"My carriage was lost this morning, and I hope you can help me get it back soon. ”

"What carriage?", Pulse was stunned for a moment, then patted his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't turn the corner." So, do you have any valuables on your carriage?"

Wren looked thoughtful, and said very seriously after a while: "Of course, there is a manor title deed located in the Golden Ring of the Imperial Capital on the carriage, as well as a certificate of deposit of 30,000 gold coins in the Imperial Bank, and about dozens of gold coins in change. ”

Blair, who was standing behind Wren, widened his glasses and turned redder and redder, until he finally glared angrily. If I catch this thief, I'll have to screw his head off and use it as a urinal, oh yes, I can't let anything happen to him until I get it back!

Blair, who has somewhat learned about the work style of some low-level institutions in society, looked at Pulse with murderous aura in his eyes, if this little captain of the garrison dared to reach out in this matter, he would not mind killing him personally, and swore with the dignity of a knight!

Pulse, who was a little flustered by Blair's bulb-like eyes, turned his face sideways to avoid the fierce gaze, and while wiping a cold sweat, he urged the female guard to register everything meticulously, and these recorded things were to be sent out eventually. At the same time, there was also a hint of joy in the depths of Pouls's heart, the nobles were stolen and deserved!

Of the four people in this room, the other three, except for Wren, didn't know what kind of chaos Wren was talking about would bring to this evil city!