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This move made Andrew's face change, and he silently made up his mind as he touched the heavy bag.

After explaining these things, Wren went to the cellar.

The cellar is located at the back of the yard and stores a small amount of wine and grain. At Wren's request, Heidi cleaned it up.

As soon as he stepped inside, he smelled a pungent smell of sulfur.

This feeling made him a little intoxicated.

Saltpeter sulfur charcoal.

The three things are not much different from those on earth, and Wren can easily tell this from the color and smell.

One nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoal, this folk term roughly reflects the ratio of black powder.

The specific ratio is naturally not so simple, and it has to do with all aspects of the purity of the material, but it is no stranger to these Rennes.

Two days later.

Heidi, dressed in a light green dress, carefully brought a bowl of broth and a loaf of bread to Wren's room, and before she could go to dinner her brother, who had suddenly become very good to her, she heard a loud bang.

The earth shook violently.

A drop of broth splashed on the ground, stirring up a little dust.

"The wizard is coming?" said Heidi's little face with a look of panic.

She rushed out the door and ran headlong into Andrew, who looked nervous.

"What about Lord Baron?" Andrew asked.

Heidi said in horror, "My brother is still ......"

As they spoke, they suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

"Andrew, come here!" Wren's voice came from behind the door.

Andrew frowned hesitantly, clutched the hilt of his sword and walked over.

Andrew opened his mouth in surprise when he saw Wren's face black and a huge hole behind him.

Wren smugly pointed to the pit and said, "Well, the explosives bag I made is powerful enough, right?"

Andrew nodded blankly: "This is what Lord Baron said about the power of the bomb?"

Wren glanced at Andrew with a hillbilly look and beckoned to him, "So, our plans can be changed." ”

......

Next.

A white owl flew into the baron's house.

After circling in the sky above the Baron's Palace, it turned into a little white light and dissipated, but a majestic idol flashed out of the white light.

"Baron Wren, please immediately enforce the witch hunt order, if you don't take action for two days, you will be considered blasphemy against the Holy See!"

A grim voice emanated from the idol and spread throughout Giant Bear Town.

Wren came out of the room and looked at the statue that had gradually faded into nothingness, his expression indifferent.

Andrew stood beside him, his face joyless, sad, and unrecognizable.

Heidi grabbed a purple-black aristocratic robe and ran out of her room, looking at Wren with unconcealed worry in her eyes: "Brother......"

Wren waved his hand: "Don't worry. ”

He was alone when he was on earth, and he was envious of those who had brothers and sisters. Spending time with Heidi these days has made him accept this sister.

His sudden change made Heidi, who was originally only in awe of him, gradually and truly recognized this brother.

"Let's go tomorrow. Wren looked at Andrew.

Andrew nodded.

"Heidi, come with me. ”

Entering the room, Wren spread out a page of paperwork on the table: "Sign it." ”

Although Heidi is not treated by Wren as before, she is literate after all.

After seeing the contents of the paperwork, her little face changed instantly: "No, no, brother!"

Seeing her resolute look, Wren smiled with relief: "Anyway, I don't have any other relatives, in case something happens to me and attracts those inexplicable relatives to make a mess of Giant Bear Town, it is better to give you the title!"

This paper paper clerk Wren got the kingdom succession contract. He intended to inherit the title to Heidi in case of misfortune for himself.

But Heidi's performance was completely beyond Wren's expectations. She was no longer the submissive look, but snatched the paper like a mad kitten, tearing it into a pile of scraps of paper in a few clicks.

"Brother, you'll be fine. Heidi's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Wren resolutely, "Let Heidi go with you, okay?"

"You ......" Wren was a little moved, but also a little speechless.

Heidi suddenly hugged Wren and cried, "No one has ever been so good to Heidi as my brother, and my brother will definitely not have an accident." ”

Embraced by her delicate body, Wren felt as if something was slowly shattering in his chest.

A strange feeling that he had never had in his previous life spread in his heart.

"I'm going to be fine. He said word for word.

......

A group of six people, carrying a large package on their backs, rode towards the Giant Bear Mountain Range.

As we passed through the town, the vendors hurriedly withdrew their stalls and hid in their houses, and even the liveliest taverns calmed down.

Looking at the simple and dilapidated houses, Wren shook his head silently.

Giant Bear is really poor.

If he can come back alive, maybe he should open a golden hand to order this town to prosper, after all, it is his own territory.

On the empty street, a chubby middle-aged man appeared in front with a few retinues.

The man was dressed in a black cloth robe, with gold lace tattooed on the cuffs and neckline, and two small eyes glittering.

"I heard that Lord Baron is going to hunt wizards today, and on behalf of the people of Giant Bear Town, I have to thank you for your bravery and fearlessness. The man sat on a sturdy horse and said with a slight mockery.

Andrew's breath became dangerous.

Wren's eyes narrowed slightly, and some jumbled memories reorganized in his brain, forming an impression of the man.

The man's name was Grand, and he was an ore merchant.

When an iron ore mine was discovered in Giant Bear Town last month, he appeared like a shark on the ground with the intention of taking the right to mine the iron ore from Wren.

He kept the price very low, and Wren was a bastard but had a good brain, so he never negotiated.

After that, he used Wren to get drunk and instigated him to take over the witch hunt.

This sinister merchant is said to have a relationship with Viscount Harry of Ferrier City.

was put on the table for nothing, and it was even possible to lose his life for it, and Wren was not willing to give up.

He looked at Grand with a twinkle in his eyes, plotting whether or not to kill the guy.

Grand thought that the young baron in front of him was still the same waste who did not learn and deceived the weak and feared the hard.

He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Lord Baron, you don't have to die, I know the Bishop of Casa in Ferrier. ”

He lowered his voice and said, "As long as you are willing to contribute that iron mine and half of the territory, I am willing to go to ......."

Bang!

Before Gran could finish his sentence, he was smashed into the air by Wren's punch and fell straight from his horse.

"A commoner, seeing that the nobles still dare to ride on their horses and not come down to salute, are you going to challenge the authority of the nobles?" Wren said coldly.

Two of Grand's men quickly turned over and dismounted to help him up, and the three glared at Wren viciously.

Wren looked sideways at Andrew unmoved: "These people openly despise the nobles and violate the laws of the kingdom! Drew, kill them for me!"

Everyone's face changed.

Gran pointed at Wren with a sneer: "You dare! I'm not like those lowly civilians!"

Swish!

Andrew followed Wren's orders and drew his sword.

"Stop him for me!" Glen screamed.

Bang bang!

Just a few seconds later, the two squires who stood in front of Gran were slashed to the ground by Andrew.

Blood splattered on Wren's trouser leg, and he didn't blink his eyes.

If you want to survive in this world, killing is an ability that must be mastered!

As the tip of Andrew's sword pointed at Grand's chest, the treacherous ore merchant finally gave in, howling and falling to his knees, crying out for mercy.

"Your Excellency. Andrew made a slight movement in his hand.

Wren frowned, glanced at the people peeking through the cracks in the door, and realized that it was not wise to kill such a wealthy ore merchant in public, so he said bitterly, "Forget it, spare him this time." ”

Grand's face beamed with joy.

He just curled the corners of his mouth proudly, and was about to take the opportunity to taunt Wren for two sentences, but saw Wren change his words: "However, openly provoke a royal nobleman, cut off one of his fingers and punish him." ”

Gran's eyes widened in horror: "No!"

The sword light flashed in front of him, and Andrew, who was skilled in swordsmanship, cut off the thumb of his right hand with precision.

Andrew, screaming, was so remorseful that he died.

The four archers and hunters recruited by Andrew were all a little chilled, and they couldn't help but think of some rumors from Wren, and secretly shook their heads to the rumors.

Such a decisive nobleman is the object of bullying.

In this way, he took the witch hunt order, maybe there was really some means?

These guys who don't know the roots can't help but feel a little more confident.