"Dead?", Nietzsche's expression was very strange, he couldn't laugh, the fat on his face trembled, pushed away the greyhounds in uniform, walked into the edge of the bed, and looked at Feraz, who had stiffened on the bed.

The corpse of the old tyrant has long been hard like a sculpture, the hideous expression on his face is not much different from when he was alive, although the soul has left the shell, and the life has left him, but the fierce light in the eyes still seems to have a little warmth. The nails on his fingers were almost all turned over, and the dried blood was blackened and formed into black lumps, as if he had touched Hell with both hands, and the flames of Hell were burning upwards along his fingers.

Nietzsche put on his gloves and touched the old tyrant's head, there were no dents, no obvious wounds, except for a collapsed nose and a mouthful of rotten teeth, it was clear that injuries to his hands would not cause such a terrible thing as human death, the problem was still on his face. He tilted his head to look at the coroner beside him—a new profession that emerged after Wren came to power. Prior to this, any dissection of the human body was a crime, and in the eyes of others, a blasphemous act.

Although there are many alchemists who are well-versed in the structure of the human body, they are always sneaky when studying corpses. The appearance of the coroner was just one of many changes that Wren made when he came to power, and the alchemists who were happy to cut the human body into pieces cheered for His Majesty Wren, believing that he was also a staunch warrior in the pursuit of truth.

"How did he die?", Nie picked up his gloves and threw them in the trash can on the side, "I always have to give everyone a passable explanation, no matter who sees this guy like this, they will not believe that he died of natural causes, they will believe that we killed him!", Nietzsche looked at Ferraz's face as if he had been hit by a bull, and couldn't help frowning.

In addition to the "truth", the truth also needs to hand over Ferraz, and those people who see him like this will inevitably think of other things, such as Spielco or other guys who have committed suicide.

So what this sentence means is that he doesn't care how Ferraz died, in short, the coroner wants to tell him a "truth" that others can accept, even if this "truth" is fabricated, as long as there is a certain amount of evidence as a basis to support it, then this is the real cause of Feraz's death.

The coroner couldn't hear these things, he just had a copy of the case file handed to Nietzsche, and raised Feraz's leg with his hand, so that Nietzsche could see a hidden incision in the inside of Feraz's jaw, "Mr. Ferraz has a disease from the heart, and the most terrible thing about this disease is that no one knows when the heart thing will suddenly strike and stop beating." Based on our study of such cases, we have come to the conclusion that when a person's mood swings are intense, there is a chance that the heart will strike. ”

"As for why Mr. Ferraz has such mood swings...... the coroner reached out his finger and dug through the incision in Feraz's throat, pulling out a small tube that was whitish and distinctly layered. There is some redness and swelling on the tube that has not subsided, which is obviously not normal. The coroner pointed to the redness and swelling and said, "This is the place where the trachea is a little higher, for some reason as you can see, it is swollen, and this redness and swelling makes Mr. Ferraz extremely limited in the air he can get per breath, and he is in a process of gradual lack of oxygen, which most likely causes his fearful mood swings, so he eventually scared himself to death." ”

The coroner took out a sharp knife and cut through the red and swollen area, but accidentally found a broken tooth embedded in it, which may be the real cause of his death.

Looking at a tooth with sharp spikes taken out of his throat, Nietzsche thought for a moment, "So Mr. Ferraz fell in a panic because a tooth blocked his trachea, and then died of heart disease?"

The coroner immediately glanced at Nietzsche with a foolish look, bowed his head slightly, "Yes, you are right." ”

Nietzsche smiled a little relaxed with satisfaction, "Very good, I still need to contact Your Majesty, before Your Majesty does not approve, as long as someone reveals this information, ......", he sneered, and then immediately instructed his assistant, "Let everyone present sign a confidentiality agreement, the lowest kind." ”

Soon after, Wren got the news that Ferraz was dead.

"Dead?", Wren also thought a little incredulous, "How did he die?Did you abuse him or beat him??God of Light, poor old fellow!", the stay in Sunset City was not long, but the phrase "God of Light is above" was very smooth.

Then Nietzsche told Wren all the details of the matter, and Wren realized that it was really an accident, an accident that made him feel surprised. The old thing that was afraid of death died in his own hands, and for the old tyrant Ferraz, Wren obviously knew more about him than anyone else. Others only saw his cruelty, but Wren saw the core reason for his attachment to power, and he was still afraid of death.

Some people may think that power is not directly related to the fear of death, but in fact, power not only brings control over the substructure, but also can win all kinds of scarce resources for itself. If he handed over the power in his hands to future generations, and the Imperial Academy of Sciences happened to study what could delay the cause of human death, then how could he, having lost power, get these results?

A member of the Golden Aristocracy?

That's not enough!

In addition, power can make people forget their age to a certain extent, and forget that they are already an old man who is about to enter the ground. If the phantom god is a deception of the world, then power is a deception of oneself!

He clings to power, just afraid of death, but fortunately now he doesn't need to worry about it anymore, because he is done playing.

"Your Majesty, then what should we do next?", Nietzsche asked cautiously, Feraz's death was definitely not planned, originally Wren meant to use Feraz as a springboard to pull more people into the water, and the reason why he left the imperial capital was also to give those people a chance to secretly oppose it, a chance to overthrow the Alcanian dynasty. Once these people colluded to take advantage of Wren's distance from the political core of the empire to declare the rule of the House of Arcania illegal, it would be enough to deal a fatal blow to Wren.

It's just that I never expected that Ferraz would die like this, and those guys who Wren originally hoped they would pop out of the country would probably die down.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, although Feraz's death was not planned, but he was still able to make a quick judgment, "Hide the news first, find a master of handwriting, and let him imitate Feraz's handwriting and tone to contact the outside world." All those who knew about this were temporarily and strictly imprisoned, and sent someone to take the initiative to connect them with each other, and give them enough opportunities to see it, so that they could have a good toss. ”

If the news is not hidden, it is revealed that Feraz felt that his treason had hurt the empire that had nurtured him, so he followed the path of Spangelco and chose to end his own life. The rest of the Cabo Fields family members were sent to the Bell concentration camp, understand?"

A layer of fine oil sweat secreted from Nietzsche's head at the other end of the magic sound box, and he nodded again and again, with a serious expression, "I like I understand Your Majesty, if you succeed......"

"Then do it as planned, and shut everyone up. ”

After Wren answered the last question, there was no longer any sound in the magic sound box, and the blue ** magic tide caused by the magic resonance quickly subsided. Nietzsche took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head, it was not the first time he felt the horror of Wren, the kind of reaction speed that was so fast that it made people desperate, the kind of smell and processing ability that was extremely sensitive to politics, and the ruthless and black-eyed person, what a great emperor!

Wren closed the magic sound box and pulled out a thumb-sized crystal bottle from his bosom, which was filled with golden liquid stuff that glowed faintly. This golden liquid seems to be alive, flowing slowly in a smooth crystal bottle, like a fish or a snake, drilling around.

This is divinity, a high-purity divinity, and it took the blood of nearly fifty descendants with the blood of the gods to condense such a small vial. Originally, those guys planned to kill chickens and take eggs, directly kill those members of the golden nobles, and then refine a certain amount of divinity for research and use in one go. But Wren vetoed the proposal, and compared to the sustainable development of taking three to five hundred milliliters of blood per person and taking it every three months, those people's brains are really not enough.

With Wren's idea, the inner camp of the Bell concentration camp was immediately completely transformed, and the golden nobles who were imprisoned here became the "blood bank" in this "farm". Although life may be a little miserable, it is definitely much better than death, as long as you are honest, you may not be able to be happy!

This vial of divinity was the purest of divinity condensed for the first time, and it had been delivered to Wren by the Bell concentration camp three days earlier. As Wren held the vial, a longing thought suddenly sprung up in him, and his body and his instincts told him that his body needed this.

He twisted the cap of the bottle, tilted it slowly, and a drop of golden divinity dripped out of the mouth of the bottle with some timidity and landed on the table. The not-so-high drop also made this drop of golden liquid splash and burst instantly, but soon these scattered golden liquids, as if something was calling them, gathered together again. The unfamiliar environment made the golden liquid move slowly with some fear, but soon it seemed to figure out what the surrounding environment was like, and began to wander around the table quickly. Touch a letter paper, touch an inkwell, or burrow into a book and out again.

Unconsciously, Wren only felt his shoulders sink, and a kitten covered in various colors like a flower dog's butt squatted on his shoulder, licking its paws, and staring intently at the golden liquid running around on the table.

It meowed twice, Wren didn't respond, and the next second it pounced on the table, stretched out its red flexible tongue, and rolled the drop of golden liquid into its mouth at once.

With a plop, Kate fell directly on the table, her limbs were tense and straight, and her whole body was trembling, but in her round eyes, there was an inexplicable excitement and a trace of wisdom that was difficult to catch!

Wren grabbed Kate's tail and threw the guy to the couch to the side, and after a moment's deliberation, he poured all the golden liquid from the crystal bottle into his mouth. These golden liquids appear to be liquids, but they are actually manifestations of a higher substance, unlike water, which needs to pass through the throat, esophagus, and stomach pouch before entering the intestines to be absorbed. These divinities seep in the moment the entrance falls on the tongue.

The power brought by the high-purity divinity was also enormous, and Wren only felt a tingling in his throat, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood with golden stars.

He could feel that something in his body was more active, and at the same time, his body was dying more rapidly.

Perhaps, not even a year.

He clenched his fists, leaned back in his chair, and drifted into a deep sleep.

He had a dream, a very strange dream, that he had become an omnipotent god, but he had entered a space that was forever dark. There is no sun, no moon, nothing, forever a darkness that cannot be reached. He felt something wrapped around him, tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter!

Soon there was a point of light in the darkness, and the surrounding darkness was quickly replaced by light, and the bustling city appeared around him stiffly, and he stood in the middle of the road.

Just when he was still in a trance, someone suddenly cursed, "Neurotic, can't you go?"

The voice brought Wren back to his senses, and he looked at the car and the people in it with a strange expression.

"Do you want to walk on a horse?"

At this time, Wren realized that he was standing on the motorway and happened to block the car. He smiled and nodded apologetically, walked to the side of the road, and watched the familiar man drive impatiently and disappear at the end of the road.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, and according to some unfamiliar memories, he walked into a neighborhood and stopped on a certain floor of a certain building. He held out his fingers, and a thin thorny vine sprang out from his fingertips, piercing into the keyhole.

The door soon opened, and a woman with a stunned and frightened face, wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife, looked at him timidly, "You...... Who are you?"