As the sky gradually darkens, the streets of Jinhuan District become lively, which is quiet like a ghost town during the day, but at night, it immediately becomes a city that never sleeps. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The horse-drawn carriages on the INFO street shuttle back and forth, just like the north, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen in the next world.

Sometimes there will even be congestion on the road, without the command of the traffic police, everyone depends on the level of the title and the amount of power as the first standard. Once blocked, the small nobles will all step aside and let the big nobles go first, which is the "traffic law" of this world. Of course, you can also not abide by it, but these seemingly generous nobles may have to take revenge tomorrow before dawn.

Wren's carriage was hung with the family crest of the golden nobles, and the road was unimpeded, and even the great nobles had to slow down and pull over when facing this carriage. They know that this is Wren's carriage, and they also know that Wren has no "future" at all, they can laugh at Wren, they can despise him, but they can't stop his carriage. Sometimes the so-called rules are so funny that the giants have to salute the Jura before they have enough strength and courage.

The Minister of Archives resides in the southernmost part of the Golden Circle, near the gate between the Golden Circle and the Silver Circle, which is the most inferior land in the entire Golden Circle, as it is the farthest place from the Palace, which means the farthest from authority. It can be seen from this that even a minister is not necessarily comparable to the head of some powerful department, and perhaps the title of "minister" is left to decorate the dignity of this minister whom he has not yet met.

The Minister was very surprised by Wren's sudden visit, and he personally greeted him and stood at the gate outside the manor waiting for Wren's arrival.

When the sound of the bell hanging under the eaves of the carriage turned from far to near, the minister straightened his back and asked the butler to check for him one last time on his dress and the ornaments he was wearing, whether there were any transgressions or offenses. He was too careful, and it reflected his political weakness, otherwise there was no need to be so cautious, even if the visitor was a golden nobleman.

The carriage began to slow down slowly as it approached here, and when the carriage came to a complete stop, it stopped right outside the gate of the manor, and the minister immediately greeted him, and the servants of the manor carried footstools under the door of the carriage to facilitate the entry and exit of the people in the carriage. The moment the door was opened, the minister's nervous face bloomed with the brightest smile, and he immediately opened the open carriage door and bowed slightly, "Welcome, Your Excellency Count Rennes." ”

The first thing that stretched out was a civilization staff, the head of which was pointed at the last grid of the steps of the carriage door, and the transparent black civilization staff was inlaid with many blue broken gems, like a starry sky in the middle of the night, revealing amazing beauty under the refraction of light. Then Wren grabbed the handrail of the door with his other hand and got out of the carriage. He stood on the footstool, looked at the minister condescendingly, and bowed slightly, "Hello, I take the liberty to visit, and I ask for your bearing." ”

His tone, his demeanor, and his movements did not look like his subordinates were going to see his superiors at all, but more like his superiors visiting his subordinates. The Minister was a little flattered, completely ignoring the fact that Wren was standing taller than him, and with a respectful expression on his face, he stepped back slightly, "It is my honor, Your Excellency. ”

Wren nodded, and then stepped on the ground. He maintained a smile of aristocratism on his face, with a little arrogance and contempt, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the corners of his eyebrows were raised, and he shook hands with the minister after taking off his gloves. The Minister was completely intimidated by Wren's momentum, his lips moved, and he leaned sideways and stretched out his hand to invite, "Please come into the house with me, I have prepared a sumptuous dinner and is waiting for you to taste." ”

Wren handed the staff of civilization to the minister's butler, and walked side by side with the minister to the house.

The minister's name is Bethel Woolf, who is also an earl, but the gold content of his earl is much worse than that of Wren's earl. His title comes from his father, so his father used to be a marquis, and it stands to reason that the marquis has touched the edge of the great nobility, even if the family's power shrinks with the inheritance of the title, Bethel should not be swept directly into the garbage heap of the imperial capital.

The story of Bethel's father is similar to that of Wren's father, who began in the civil strife of Orlando V, and as a staunch royalist nobleman, he successfully overtook six rebellious nobles, rose from earl to marquis, and gained great power. However, the world is unpredictable, and during the reign of Orlando VI, the Orlando family began to have frequent political storms after discovering that the growth of the aristocratic group had become the number one enemy of the royal family.

Bethel's father became cannon fodder in such a storm, and for various reasons, he finally became angry and went directly to see the old man of the God of Light. And Bethel, as the child of the loser, was naturally swept into the huge garbage heap of the old library by the victor to fend for himself. Having lost the channel and motivation to move upward, Bethel spent all its strength in a few years, turning unyielding into grievances, and silently endured such a result.

He did not work, but spent his days on the estate studying his hobby, the gardener, and he devoted almost all his passion to this great gardening work, and he became a very famous gardener in the trade.

Wren's sudden visit left him a little confused, he hadn't been to the archives department for a long time, and he didn't know what Wren's visit meant, so he had to be careful.

Bethel prepared a sumptuous dinner, twenty-one of the twenty-one dishes, ninety-five percent of which would eventually go to waste, including a bottle of wine worth fifteen gold coins.

After dinner, the two of them entered Bethel's study and sat down separately, and the meeting really began, "A very rich dinner, thank you for your hospitality, Your Excellency. ”

Bethel's smiling harmless appearance made him look somewhat kind, and he waved his hand, "This time it's too hasty, otherwise I can prepare more good things, if I have time, I still want you to come again, I'll get some more interesting food to entertain you." ”

Most of the food for dinner was game, with some vegetables grown by Bethel himself. At his level, even if he was down, few nobles would do what only farmers do. He can come up with the food he cultivates, which is indeed very face-saving for Wren, and Wren is willing to accept this face.

"I didn't invite you this time because I wanted to ask you something. "Before that, I take the liberty of asking, do you want to gain more power?

Bethel was stunned and laughed dumbly, he shook his head, "No one wants to be left behind, and I naturally do the same, I also want to have more power and higher status." He spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "But you see, I'm like this, power and status don't belong to me anymore." I prefer to spend my extra time on gardening, which I love, and I get more satisfaction from gardening. ”

This sentence is from beginning to end, and it can be summed up in one sentence, I want power and status, and you don't have any safe way.

"Really?", Wren nodded noncommittally, "I've just come into contact with work, and I'm a little confused about the current situation of the Archives Department, three departments and one bureau, not under each other's control, once something needs to cooperate with each other, it will fall into infinite communication." I think a highly unified department is more conducive to work and development, what do you think?"

Bethel looked at Wren, who met his gaze without flinching, and the eyes of the two were entangled with each other, constantly testing each other's true meaning and bottom line. After a moment, the smile on Bethel's face gradually subsided, he lowered his head, hugged his shoulder with one hand, supported his chin with the other, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "May I ask? Why are you doing this? Isn't the division of labor in the archives department very good now? Everyone has plenty of time to do their own thing, and we don't even need to have a headache for the assessment." ”

Wren smiled slightly, and the restrained momentum of the whole person instantly exploded, "Because I want to gain more power and higher status!"

Bethel suffocated, and Wren's sudden burst of momentum gave him the illusion of being in a raging storm, "Could it be that the Archives Department can also be a channel for you to gain power? What does it have?"

"I can tell you if you want to know, but it means that you have cut off all your retreats yourself. Either rush forward with me before and become the sun that is in the limelight and cannot be ignored. Or they will be crushed together, trampled under their feet, and they will never be able to get up again. Wren's body was slightly upfront, but Bethel moved his ass back uneasily. A loud war drum doesn't need a hard hammer strike to make a deafening sound, and Wren doesn't need to be fierce or hideous, his momentum can be as intimidating as a tiger, "So, how do you choose?"

If you want to know someone else's hole cards, then you have to bet, otherwise there is no reason why someone else has to reveal his hole cards for you. Now is the time to bet, gamble everything to find out a not-so-stable secret, or give up everything and be a florist willingly.

The two thoughts were fiercely wrestling in Bethel's heart, and he had a look of embarrassment on his face, not wanting to take on too much responsibility and wanting to taste the fruits of victory.

There is no such good thing in the world, and the choice is the most common and the most difficult.

Bethel's expression changed from hesitation to apprehension, from apprehension to embarrassment, from embarrassment to determination, until finally he regained his composure. He smiled wryly and shook his head, "What a torturous multiple-choice question. He exhaled a breath of turbidity, hugged his head very aristocraticly, and wiped it on his face, "Okay, you convinced me, I'm in." ”