The great majesty was extraordinarily solemn on this quiet afternoon, and the beautifully landscaped facades were full of style, so luxurious that the four corners of every stepping stone brick in the estate were wrapped in gold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoLike many aristocratic manors, the owner of this manor has gone to great lengths to make his manor look extraordinarily noble and different. Whether the manor in the Golden Circle is luxurious or not represents the heritage of a family. The nouveau riche liked to decorate with gold, and the manor houses of several merchants near the city gates were even paved with gold bricks of pure gold. And those nobles who have some background like to use gemstones, and you can see all kinds of gems everywhere, large, small, simple, and complicated, as if gemstones distinguish them from the nouveau riche.

And those real nobles, their decoration is just as luxurious, but the essence is in the furnishings. On the wall hangs an indecipherable painting, probably the handiwork of a saint from hundreds of years ago. There is a vase on a few tables in the corner, which is likely to be the work of some great craftsman. In the homes of these great nobles, even a blanket placed at the door is very likely to have an extraordinary origin.

The manor in front of Wren can only be regarded as average.

He stood outside the gate of the manor, and Hugo kicked open the door of the manor's gold-covered manor, and rushed in with his sword held high. Special investigators from the Ministry of Security rushed into the manor from both sides of Wren's side. And there he stood, motionless, like a boulder standing still in the stormy seas. His flat eyes looked at the crowd of people in the manor who began to fight, as light as clear water, and blood and death did not set off even a ripple in his eyes.

This kind of small scene has long been like breathing, and it can no longer affect him.

This is also a loser, and although the aristocratic group and the royal family are hostile to each other and against each other, they also have an inexplicable tacit understanding with each other. They formed a huge sieve to clean out all the unqualified people. Everyone has a sign hanging around their necks, and the sign marks the value that this person has in this society.

Sometimes a civilized society is not much more "civilized" than a barbaric society, so cruel that even barbarians are afraid.

Screams and shouts of slaughter rang out, the dull sound of the long sword tearing through the flesh, the crash of metal when the swords intersected, and the slippery sound of squirting out of the internal organs of the abdominal cavity ....... These sounds come together and intertwine into some kind of beautiful note that makes people deeply intoxicated and fascinated.

Killing is addictive. What is addictive is not the pleasure of watching a fresh life finally dim when killing someone else's life, but the feeling of dominating the fate of others, breaking the rules and trampling on order with one punch, which is what is truly addictive. People are bound by countless rules and regulations, and from an early age, those bachelors will teach every child who comes to study to be reasonable, to be polite, and to obey the law...... Bullshit!

The thrill of breaking the rules surpasses almost all pleasures that can be experienced.

The light minor tune rang out in the midst of the killing, and Wren put his hands behind his back and took a slight half-step forward with his right foot, his toes tapping the ground in a regular manner, beating the tune he was humming. Red blood stained the stones of the earth, but not gold. Red and gold represent dignity and authority, and the whole picture is so harmonious at this moment!

When the sound of shouting and killing gradually subsided, a nobleman was embarrassed and was escorted to Wren with his arms cut back, Hugo pulled the nobleman's carefully maintained hair, and pulled it back hard, and the nobleman couldn't help but raise his head in pain.

"My lord, someone has caught it. Hugo licked his lips excitedly, and the mass killing made him orgasm twice, and his soul was throbbing. His tongue nimbly rolled the blood from his lips into his mouth, savoring the traces left by the most wonderful moment of life's bloom.

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, some contempt, some disdain, he looked condescendingly at the nobleman kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of playfulness, "On behalf of the royal family of the Orlando Empire, I declare you guilty of treason." From this moment on, you will be stripped of your title and all your titles, all your personal wealth will be confiscated, your family will be exiled to the Far North Ice Field, and you will be tried by a notary. Wren looked at Hugo, his eyes twinkling as if he was saying something. Hugo was stunned, and immediately took out a dagger, and slit his throat in full view of the nobles, under the horrified gaze of the nobles.

His eyes widened, and he was about to burst out of his sockets. Before he could declare his power, read out the contents of the decree of redemption, and demand that he be given the dignity of a nobleman, his throat was slit. Blood poured into the lobes of his lungs, which contracted violently as they were stimulated, trying to expel the sudden fluid. He was hunched up and coughed violently.

The severed trachea spat out from the wound, with a beige whitish color, and blood continued to gush out of the finger-thick trachea, and was sucked in. The nobleman coughed violently, and he struggled, trying to get up, trying to cover his wounds, but he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't.

Laugh at...... Poof...... Blood spurted out of his severed trachea with each heaval in his chest.

Blood splattered on Wren's body, splashing on his face, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe a hot drop of blood from his face. That touch of scarlet is particularly eye-catching on the pure white handkerchief.

Seeing that the nobleman's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally his whole body lost his strength and collapsed on the ground, the handkerchief in Wren's hand was gently thrown away and slowly fell, which seemed to symbolize life, just enough to cover his face.

Looking at the special investigators who belonged to the Ministry of Security, Wren said slowly: "In the process of our arrest, the criminals failed to resist in armed resistance and committed suicide in fear of crime. ”

What a fair trial, what death redemption, in front of the entire ruling class, is just a fart, let it go if you want.

Glancing at the crowd in the distance, surrounded by groups and crying hoarsely, Wren pouted, "The empire has always been very preferential to noble families, but it will not be blindly merciful to families who dare to resist the rule of the empire and try to overthrow the rule of the empire. Since they resisted, they sent them where they were supposed to go. ”

Dozens of long swords didn't make Wren wait too long, and when they left, the whole manor was silent, without even a sound, and even the rats were frightened by the strong smell of blood, hiding in deep holes and not daring to show their heads.

This killing is just an appetizer, and it is also an example of killing chickens and monkeys. Wren is not a reckless man, he understands who can and cannot be killed. Those nobles who have been affected and brought down, but still have huge connections and connections, enjoy completely different treatment.

They could slowly declare the death order and their power, enjoy the dignity of the nobility, and even take their maids and retinues with them when they were escorted to the royal prison.

There has never been fairness in this world, and when a person begins to actively shout for fairness, it means that he has lost his strong heart and become a weak person.

The weak have no rights, and can only be manipulated and manipulated by fate. But it's a pity that fate is often an excuse used by the strong to manipulate the weak, fate is the mouth of the strong, the finger of the strong, and a fart of the strong.

Even if it is a piece of pulled out by the strong, the weak must find an excuse to eat it, for example, this is "the arrangement of fate".

"You shouldn't kill him in front of everyone, it makes us very passive. The old men of the Privy Council have already begun to protest, believing that Her Majesty is behind the scenes to manipulate everything and exclude dissent. Ganwen sat across from Wren, rubbing his temples, Wren's style of doing things he admired, decisive enough, and ruthless enough. But the only thing is that his way of doing things is not controlled, and the Empress of Pars means to arrest everyone, and then go through a passing scene to exile them, and deal with these people once and for all on the way.

But Wren kills people on the spot, which provokes the rest of the people to revolt. They don't know if they will be dealt with on the spot, the backlash is strong, and the protests are loud. Now the aristocratic clique is watching the jokes of Empress Pars, and if there is any accident in the next trial, there may be an accident.

Wren spread his hands indifferently, "Prime Minister, I can't have a peaceful conversation with someone who is thinking about confronting the Empire, he uses force to oppose the Empire's decrees, which has confirmed his treason. My opinion on these people is that there should be no softness. Blood is disgusting to some, but it can also be terrifying. Domination is never benevolent, nor does it need to be. ”

Ganwen looked at Wren and shook his head, "You're too extreme, it's not good." ”

Is it really bad?

In fact, only under the means of strong rule can real long-term peace and stability be achieved. Throughout the dynasties of the two worlds, the so-called prosperous era is nothing more than the appearance of the sword. Of course, this is like the spring being pressed to the extreme, and the force of the rebound will be strong, but it has nothing to do with Rennes. The current royal family is the Orlando family, not the Alcanian family, and he has no sense of identity with the Holy Covenant at root, nor does he have any loyalty to the royal family.

In the face of Wren's silence, Gamwen couldn't say anything, and now he and the Empress of Pars needed Wren to do something that no one else could afford. However, in Ganwen's heart, Wren has been labeled as a dangerous one by him. He didn't think Wren was really a murderous person, it was just his disguise.