I'm singing every night again, my brother brought his girlfriend to invite him to dinner, as a companion, half a catty plus beer, I'm already going to faint, I owe 12 chapters, there's nothing wrong, I remember it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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"Lord Castle, there is a magical resonance in the magic communication room, and according to the resonance frequency, the other party may be Lord Viscount Rennes of Ortlenburg. ”

Bolson glanced up at the servant who pushed the door in, and nodded reservedly, he was now half a nobleman. With Winier alternating between Angelo and Sean, the commoners were no longer as panicked about a non-nobleman as they had been at first. In particular, the newly appointed lord of the city, Mr. Borson, was also a staff member of Viscount Rennes, at least for once, which made the city's civilians even more willing to accept Bolson.

Wren is now hot and hot, and everyone can see that when he swept away all the rebellions, the entire province of Bell was held in the hands of Viscount Wren. Don't look at the fact that there is also a governor in the capital, Joberg, that guy is a soft egg, at least he doesn't have the courage to go against Viscount Rennes, let alone expect him to take on some important duties. Therefore, under the rule of Bolson, Vernier is also equivalent to being ruled by Rennes. Presumably, in the next period of time, the city will return to tranquility.

The idea of the common people is very simple, not so complicated, and it is precisely this simple idea that makes them accept Borson's rule, so that those who are still planning to wait to see Borson's jokes have died down, and indirectly averted a change.

Borson immediately stood up, put down his work, and followed the servant to the magical communication room. He likes his life now, and he likes people looking at him with awe, unwillingness, and jealousy. He liked the decent people with heads and faces standing while he sits, and they still had to call them adults. He likes it when everyone meets his gaze and bows their heads deeply.

Power is the most wonderful thing in the world, and many people may scoff at it until they taste it. They will look at those in power with disdain and contempt from the commanding heights of morality with lofty ideals, lofty ambitions. In their eyes, those in power are like clowns who are naked and wearing only shoes and socks, which means that they can retain their dignity, and dance ugly to comical music.

But when these people, when they have tasted the beauty of power for themselves, they become those who were once looked down upon by themselves.

The Lord's Mansion in Veneil is more spectacular and luxurious than the Lord's Mansion in Ortlenburg, and Angelo's family has been operating here for many years, and it is also a fief of the family, so it is natural to decorate this place beautifully. Walking down the long corridor to the correspondence room on the other side, almost every few pillars there was a servant waiting for an order, and they all bowed their heads as Borson approached. Bolson's chin was raised, and there was already something special on his clean and neat face, which was called arrogance.

Pushing open the door of the communication room, a full-time servant immediately stood up, placed a few cut Tiberium hedrons on the table, bowed, and withdrew, leaving Borson alone in the room. He took a deep breath, walked over to the table and sat down, and coughed lightly. There is a hint of curiosity hidden in his eyes, it is said that this is the latest research result of the Imperial Capital Research Institute, and it can be called directly, many small nobles can't buy it, only those big nobles are qualified to enjoy it first.

He didn't know what to do, and his face was slightly hot, but his arrogance and inexplicable self-esteem made him unable to ask those subordinates anytime and anywhere like before. Just as he was thinking about whether to fiddle with the big toy himself, there was a dry sound from the generator next to him. The voice had no emotion, no mood swings, not even anger, as if it were made by some kind of prop rubbing.

"Bolson, I'm Wren!"

The sound coming from the microphone made Borson straighten his back immediately, as if Wren was not in Ortlenburg and was sitting in front of him. He lowered his head slightly, his expression extremely respectful, "My lord, are you looking for me?"

"It doesn't seem like the news has reached you yet, but it won't be long before you know. The voice ended here, Bolton was a little confused, and just when he was still confused, the voice sounded again, "Between Veneer City and Xiliu City, there is a rich Tiberian spar vein, and the Imperial Capital has sent a team to your side to explore." I have a request that the veins appear in the territory of Venier as much as possible, and that the mines remain in the territory of the Veneers. ”

It took a long time for Bolton to react, and he could only cry and laugh, this vein is not where you say it is. He also wanted to move the veins to Veneer, but if he wanted to be useful, this world would have been free of war, hunger, poverty, and the like.

"Your Excellency...... I don't quite understand what you mean. After filtering out a few words that didn't quite fit in his mind, he picked one that barely satisfied him to form a sentence, "Do you mean to let me modify the border map? His idea is very simple, and it can also be said that the "literati" have always been reserved, and they want to modify the border line on the map and enclose the ore veins into it, which has achieved the purpose that Wren said.

"Borson, I doubt what you've learned at the Imperial Capital Academy. Wren didn't leave the slightest emotion, although there was no emotion when the sound was parsed and reconstituted by vibration here, but Borson could still feel Wren's displeasure at this time.

"My lord, please show me ......?"

"Then it......'s very simple," there was a slight tapping sound from the microphone, and a picture appeared in Borson's mind for a moment, Wren should have been sitting at the table at this time, his knuckles tapping on the table, his face annoyed. He curled his neck and continued to listen carefully, "Let these people not be able to leave the territory of Venier, and if they are going out, no problem, let them dig a trench, the ground must be higher than their height, let them pass through the trench." ”

"Just make sure that the starting part of the trench is in the territory of Veneer!"

Bolson was stunned for a moment, and his face became strange, "Wouldn't this be a bad thing?" And if it is an excavation team sent by the imperial capital, there will inevitably be armed forces to follow, if they insist on leaving Venier or even tear their faces, do I need to leave them all?"

"I suddenly found out that in some ways, you and Richard are both on the same IQ level. Bolton could understand this sentence and knew that he was sarcastic, but what does this have to do with Richard?" "Tell those imperial capitals that the robbers in Bell Province are rampant, and if they don't honestly stay in the city for me, once they encounter robbers or something, we won't take any responsibility." ”

Now Bolton finally understood, and also realized that Wren was ruthless, he actually dared to attack and kill the Imperial Army in the field for an absurd and nonsensical purpose, this lord is really bold and reckless, it is simply lawless. But there was also a hint of excitement and pleasure in his heart, which came from breaking the shackles of secular morality. Building and maintaining order does not give people pleasure, only this kind of destruction can make people feel the thrill of being a thief.

"I think, I see. Bolson's face was flushed, and he swore that he would do what Wren had instructed him to do.

"Don't worry, I'll send a horde of knights to cooperate with you, remember, or keep them out of Venier for the rest of their lives. Either go along with my will and admit that the veins are in the territory of Venier, and when this is done, I will find a way to put your title of lord in place, but you don't have to be too happy, at most you are a baron. ”

This...... The blood in Boltson's whole body seemed to rush to the top of his head in an instant, making him have a double image in front of his eyes. He stood up excitedly, bowed respectfully to the table, and was extremely serious, "I...... Thank you, sir, for your cultivation. ”

"Follow me to do things, as long as you follow my rules and do things well, I will not be stingy with rewards. Okay, I have other things to do, you can arrange it yourself. ”

The dark blue aurora on the table due to the resonance of magic slowly dissipated, but the excitement in Borson's heart did not calm down, but intensified.

A baron, probably the lowest level of existence in the nobility, was arranged together on some important occasions with the seat of the baron's and the seat of the plebeian representative. But the baron is a nobleman after all, and the nobleman will enjoy the privileges and rights that the nobleman should enjoy. Why did he run over and hug Wren's thigh? It must not be because of Wren's personal charm, nor because he had a bad brain, but because he took a fancy to the prospect of following Wren. I didn't expect to fight, but after half a year, I would have the opportunity to be knighted.

A fierce look flashed in Bolson's eyes, thinking that everything he encountered in the imperial capital was regarded by him as the greatest shame in his life, and his heart was bitten by the thought of revenge day and night. Unexpectedly, he had enough capital to confront the enemy so quickly. But his sanity was telling him that now was not the best time for revenge. The other party is a nobleman in the imperial capital, he is just a nobleman in the countryside, and he must calm down before forming an absolute advantage and strength.

He knew that all this came from Wren's appreciation, and what he wanted to do now was not revenge, nor did he return home, but to do what Wren had explained.

He believes that one day, he will be able to return the shame inflicted on him by others and trample them under his feet.

A powerful force appeared out of thin air from the body, nourishing every shriveled cell of Borson, and rejuvenating the already somewhat tired body.

Power, that's how magical.

In contrast to the calm atmosphere of Venier, the atmosphere outside Ortlenburg, near the Salme Mountains, is solidified like a wall of steel. Armed forces of all kinds were constantly shuttling back and forth on the outskirts of the Salmé Mountains, and the bloody heads were dragged out by them as simply as cargo, and sent to the official place in Ortrenburg for registration. At the same time, Wren also had a list set up, sorted by the number of black barbarian heads killed, and the first and most outstanding person in battle would receive the title of Imperial Baron.

This title was inherited by Her Majesty the Empress of Pars herself, and the collusion between the black barbarians and Byron has touched the bottom line of the Orlando Empire, even if she is unwilling, Her Majesty the Empress Pars must stand up and make a statement - anyone who dares to collude with foreign hostile forces will eventually be crushed by the iron fist of the Empire. A baron can't change the end result of a political game, but it can make a race history.

The harassment and assassination of these mercenaries also annoyed the black barbarians, who were not officers and soldiers of the empire, and they did not pay attention to what was dignified, how convenient and how to come, and did everything they could. Trapping, assassination, poisoning, trapping, in short, as long as you can catch the black barbarian and cut off the black barbarian's head, that is the best way.

This group of people also did not have the integrity and self-esteem of the official Orlando Empire's army, and they would immediately flee whenever they saw a large number of black barbarians, and when they saw a small number of black barbarians, they would turn into hunters and pounce on them. Especially some mercenaries with brains, they went directly into the jungle, avoided the main force of the black barbarians, and went to the rear to invade their tribes with empty troops, for which they made a lot of military merit.

The team, known as the "Avengers" by the Black Barbarians, had not yet left the jungle and had to face an extremely embarrassing situation. If they want to fight out, then the tribe behind them may suffer. If they decide to return to their tribe, then it all turns out to be a big joke.

To this end, Tutu asked Charlie the Lionheart for advice on how to solve this trouble. After all, no matter which tribe it is, the tribe is the foundation of their survival. They don't mind going out into the jungle with Tutu to burn and loot, but they definitely mind the inevitable losses that this causes. Once the tribe is destroyed, it means that they have lost their homeland, and can only become wandering barbarians without a homeland, and eventually be annexed by other tribes.

Losing the fundamentals, no matter how much you gain, it is meaningless.

Charlie the Lionheart urgently summoned his accompanying staff, informed them of Tutu's concerns, and asked them to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

"We owe it to our allies to settle these minor trouble......s," said Lionheart, who stood on a high ground in his tent, looking down on most of Bell Province. The nearest Ortlenburg was like a nail in the exit of the Weimar corridor. And that pass is a barrier that makes people feel hopeless. In this case, it is particularly comical to try to conquer the Orlando Empire and Ortlenburg from the outside.

Charlie the Lionheart, with his golden mane swaying slightly in the wind, sat upright in his seat, his eyelids slowly opened...... (To be continued.) )