My name is Ren

Chapter 175
I am an author with aspirations, and the title of the chapter must be related to the content, which needs to be interpreted.

After sleeping, I will update three chapters today, and try to make up the two chapters that are added and owed tomorrow.

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In fact, Ren really didn't think that the Lord of Roshan City could be so sick, and he didn't look like a fake. He hesitated whether to invite a priest.Sol cultivates battle qi, not holy power. It is harder than eating shit to squeeze out a healing technique, and he doesn't know if it will work. Moreover, he believes in his heart that there must be ghosts in it, and it is not common to be so sick matter.Of course, he couldn't pull Roshan out of the bed either, it looked like he had been pulling for ten and a half months, his whole body was numb, and it wasn't very convenient for him to do it.

After all, reputation is something that cannot be touched or seen. When you think it has no effect and dismiss it, you will often be whipped by it.

You can stab an arrogant fellow aristocrat, but you can't beat a sick person.

The chief of staff smiled and approached Lord Roshan, and whispered in his ear: "My lord, Viscount Wren is here to see you. Do you have anything to say?"

Lord Roshan opened a slit of his eyes, glanced at Ren weakly, squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, and nodded his chubby head as a greeting.His eyes were intertwined with those of the chief of staff, and he left after a while. The chief of staff bent slightly and said, "The city lord cannot welcome you into the city due to illness, and I feel very guilty. When he recovers from illness, he must make a good recovery." Compensate Your Excellency for your noble character. It is your righteousness that allows Westin City to be preserved, and you will be a good friend of Westin City from now on, from generation to generation!"

This chief of staff is also a talent, and Ren believes that this guy is pretending to be sick. If the two people's eyes meet for a short while, they can interpret so many things, unless Lord Roshan has an affair with this chief of staff.

At this time, it was inconvenient for him to stay longer, so he turned around and led the people away.Looking at the back of Renn's departure, the chief of staff laughed like a fox, and the city lord of Roshan, who was lying on the bed weakly, laughed a few times, and frowned again in pain.This time, he felt that the pain on his body was too worthwhile, and half of the tax was enough to keep him alive for several years.

When leaving the City Lord's Mansion, all the merchants in the city gathered and greeted Ren warmly.They may have already discussed it and sent two representatives.They were greasy-faced and powder-faced, and the civilians around looked at them with disdain from time to time. It seemed that the businessmen here were not popular.

"Your Excellency, Viscount Wren, welcome to you and your subordinates. We have prepared a grand banquet at the Shepherd Square, and please honor yourselves and your subordinates." The attitudes of the merchants were quite correct, and they fought outside. One day, even a tough man needs a certain amount of relaxation.

The Wrangler Square is one of the most famous squares in Westin City. Westin City is very large, with two gates at the front and back. When necessary, war horses from the pastures outside the city can be brought into the city.Compared with other cities, there are not many people in this city, and most of them are herding horses for these big and small horse traders, or managing other livestock.The city is famous for its trade in horses, cattle, and for making a single market for commerce.

A statue of a commoner was erected in the Shepherd's Square, which is also a rare thing in the Orlando Empire. The nobles prefer to praise the glory and righteousness of the ruling class, rather than brag about those mud dogs.The horse herder, hailed as a "hero", is said to have sacrificed himself in the coldest winter ever recorded, using his body as a source of warmth to protect a horse of noble blood.So the merchants set up this statue, calling on everyone to learn from this herding hero.

To put it bluntly, it is brainwashing, preaching that human life is not as valuable as animal life.This is indeed the case in empathy, the reality is that it slaps people in the face like this. A stallion with excellent bloodlines often costs hundreds of thousands of gold coins, but how much is a human life worth?Three or five gold coins can buy a human life, and Heiman only needs dozens of silver coins, which is indeed not as expensive as horses.

The square is already full of dining tables, and the dining tables are full of all kinds of delicacies. Young girls shuttle between the dining tables with hot food, smiling and stretching their graceful figures. Snuggling to the side, the blood of the crowd of young and old onlookers boiled, and they wished they could take off their clothes and swim back and forth in the pond.

The merchants did this because they didn't want to see Rennes' jokes. As long as a soldier made a move before Rennes gave the order, they could find something to make them happy.But it's a pity that Rennes won't let them get what they want, and the Black Armor Army won't let them get what they want.The Black Armored Army standing on one side is like a boulder that has not been weathered for thousands of years, without a single sway. There is a residual red light in their cold eyes, and they don't squint. Everyone's eyes are focused on Ren.

Ryan doesn't move, they don't move.

It was like a standoff, a standoff between decay and rebirth, and Wren won.

He raised his hand, and all the black armored soldiers immediately raised their chests and retracted their stomachs, their feet slammed together, and the cowhide boots inlaid with iron plates collided with each other, making a sound like thunder.

The sound came so suddenly that many people were taken aback by surprise, and some war horses raised their hooves in fright and swayed back and forth uneasily.

With a satisfied smile on the corner of Ren's mouth, he just said two words, which made the group of country bumpkins understand more about the strength and invincibility of the Black Armored Army.

"Removal of armor!"

The neat and uniform movements seemed to have been deliberately trained, and Sol's blood was boiling and his heart was surging. Such a well-trained soldier is rare in the entire continent.Compared with the uniform order of the Black Armored Army, the Knights Templar seemed much more scattered. They each had their own routines. Some took off the shoulder armor first, and some took off the arm armor first. Sol's cheeks were hot, and he swore secretly that he would definitely go back when he returned. Drill these gentlemen well.

When a piece of armor was neatly stacked on the ground, like a person kneeling with his head bowed, the entire square was silent.When had Westin, who had a special status, seen such a shocking scene?Their soldiers are soldiers, rather than herdsmen, and sometimes they have to work for the city lord.But this did not prevent the Westin people from admiring these black armored soldiers and Ortrenburgers. They cheered again, making the whole square extraordinarily lively.

"Sit!"

With another sound, the disarmed Ortrenburgers entered the square in an orderly manner. They knew how to allocate seats and what to do.After finding their seats, they straightened their backs and stared straight ahead, as if the delicious food on the table in front of them was an illusion, and the girls beside them were all pink skeletons.The whole square fell silent again, and the merchants unknowingly felt a few drops of cold sweat on their foreheads. They thought that Rennes could defeat the rebels by relying on the personal qualities of these soldiers.

They have long heard that the people of Ortrenburg are vicious and powerful villains, so naturally they would not think of anything else. Only at this moment did they realize that they knew too much about Rennes and Ortrenburg. not enough.People's inherent concepts are often particularly rigid. When they think that a person is a good person, even if he really committed a crime, he will involuntarily exonerate him.When a person is a bad person in his impression, even if he sits at home every day and does not go out, some cases with no clue will implicate those people.

This has nothing to do with morality, quality, and upbringing. Everyone has this mentality, including you, including me.

How good is Ren who can train a group of villains into such well-trained soldiers?

The businessmen suddenly realized that they might have made a stupid decision, and each of them became apprehensive. They catered carefully to Ren, with praises pouring out of their mouths one after another, and all kinds of words were cleverly connected together. They are all expressing a core - Rennes is great, Ortrenburg people are great.

"Just eat!"

Following the third order, the disarmed Ortrenburgers changed from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic, gulping down food like a storm. Except for food that was too long and too big, they would bite and chew for a while. Chopped food is chewed two or three times at most and swallowed down the throat.In the entire square, there was only the sound of Siri snorting stuffing something into his mouth. None of these people spoke or exchanged a word.They didn't even touch the wine that was poured for them. They were thirsty and choked. They drank water and soup, and they didn't even have wine in their eyes.

Already shocked by a series of extremely contrasting performances, the numb businessmen held their wine glasses and stood up to pay respects to Ren. They all said good things and accompanied their smiling faces. Ren sat on a chair with a smile that was not a smile. He took a grilled lamb chop by himself, "I won't drink the wine, you can do whatever you want."

The businessmen were stunned, and couldn't figure out what kind of tricks Ryan was playing, but there were still scenes that should be there, and they were still flattering, but they made people remove all the drinks and put them on. ordered black tea.

"I've been waiting to see how strong your subordinates are. How long have you trained them?" Some businessmen were envious of the quality of these black armored troops, and wanted to train a batch of them.The siege of the rebels finally made them realize that in this world, if they do not have a certain amount of armed force, they are no different from lambs in the sheepfold.

Ren's eyes lit up, thinking of something, he picked up a napkin and touched the corner of his mouth, "I can train a group of guards on behalf of you, if you need it."

The eyes of the merchants suddenly lit up, "I don't know the price..."

Ren stretched out a finger, "Ten gold coins per person, no deception."

(End of this chapter)