My name is Ren

Chapter 178 IQ is like a weight, some are big and some are small, the function of the scale is to find out the big one
Less than half a day after leaving Westin, Westin's chief of staff led a group of a dozen people on fast horses to catch up.They were panting with exhaustion, and the horses were also panting with exhaustion. The chief of staff walked with Rennes out of breath, "Your Excellency, Viscount Rennes..." He took a deep breath, suppressing his desire to breathe With the desire to burst the alveoli, his face was flushed, and he spit out the turbid air after a while, and his words were smooth, "Your Excellency, Viscount Wren, why do you want to plunder the wealth of the merchants?"

After Ren left the city, he naturally didn't care whether those people went to report the crime, or whether they went to cry to the old man of the city lord. When he left like this, a large group of troubled businessmen almost burst the city lord's mansion.They all surrounded the city lord's bed, and you told me about Ren's atrocities one by one.In their opinion, Renn was even worse than the rebels, worse than the robbers, and he was simply a scum among the nobles.But the Lord City Lord's potion time has not passed yet, how can he have the strength to deal with this irritable scene?

Besides, even if he gets up now, can he really get the things back from Ren?
He simply continued to pretend to be sick, closing his eyes as if he couldn't hear anything.

The city owner pretended to be dead and didn't care about things, and the merchants aimed at the chief of staff.You were the one who put forward this suggestion at the beginning, and you were the one who implemented it. Why has it become like this now?You make a reason.

The chief of staff was sweating. How could he have thought that Ren would be so shameless and go directly to grab it?These businessmen blamed him, and he had no choice but to refute. You didn't object to this suggestion at the beginning, and you also acquiesced.Now that something is wrong, is it not good to only find me alone?With an idea, he also involved the city lord. He was just a chief of staff and could not be the lord of the city lord. Even if he knew that Ren was going to do this, what else could he do?

To stop Ryan?
Does he dare?
Then a group of people quarreled again at the bedside of the city lord. The city lord was very upset. Half of the tax was definitely wasted. He only uttered one word—chasing, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The chief of staff is not afraid of offending the businessman, but he is afraid of offending the city lord. What if he loses his status, what will happen in the future?As the confidant of the city lord, he has participated in many bad things, and it is not once or twice. He can be safe and sound, all relying on the approval of the city lord.Once his chief of staff is removed from the last word, those businessmen will probably retaliate against him.He immediately ordered a dozen or so security guards who were fearless, and rushed out of the city gate on a fast horse. After chasing for a long time, he finally caught up with Ren.

Ren turned sideways and squinted at him, and said with a sneer, "I discussed these matters with the city lord, and he agreed."

The head of the chief of staff exploded, and he came back to his senses in an instant. He steadied his mind, his hand holding the rein trembled slightly, and asked, "I was there yesterday, why didn't I know?"

"That's your business, not mine. You can ask the city lord about it. If the city lord says he hasn't said it, I'll give it back to you, but he must say this to me, and only It is limited until this evening." Ren looked at the surrounding terrain, pointed to a height slightly higher than the surrounding area, and said, "I will wait for you there, and I will wait for you when it is too late."

The chief of staff clenched his fists, lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and finally swung his fists hard.He knew very well that Ren was arguing with him now because he was still patient, but if he continued to pester him without understanding, no one would really know how many dozen people died in this wilderness.And even if it is exposed later, so what?Citizens colliding with nobles can die or live. Ren killed him because he asked for it, and the nobles will not make trouble for him and Ren.

As soon as he pulled the rein, he immediately turned the horse's head and galloped in the direction of Westin.After returning back, no matter what, we must find a way to make the city owner better. As long as the city owner says a word, his responsibility can be shaken off.

Ren turned around and smiled, didn't he pretend to be sick?

Keep pretending!

The team did not stop, and continued to move towards Ortrenburg.It has been half a month since I left home. Whether it is Ren or these soldiers, they can't wait to return to their hometown at this moment.

As for whether this clever chief of staff can finally deal with the city lord, it has nothing to do with Ren.

Dare to catch up after leaving Westin, is it true that the long sword on Ren's waist is a vegetarian?

This road was unremarkable, but another thing was a little weird.

A majestic, bare-chested black man sat on a seat carved from a huge stone. He looked down at Aphrodite who was walking step by step from the crowd, and his eyes flashed with amazement. passed away.The surrounding Heiman had already knelt on the ground, shouting the names of their ancestors and gods, and worshiping this saint fanatically.Heiman's beliefs are simple and pure. They have only one god, which is the Manshen.Everyone has been instilled with this idea since they were young. The Man God is the god of all black people. This god will guide people to prosperity.

No one has ever seen a god, but there have been several saintesses in Heiman's history.Whether it's a coincidence or other reasons, the society of Heiman will make great progress with the appearance of every saint.The more it is because of this, the more heiman fears and worships the saint and the god behind the saint.

When Afulo appeared in this big tribe called "Tutuka", the whole tribe went crazy. People scrambled to crawl at Afulo's feet, sticking their foreheads to the ground devoutly and praying in their hearts. With all the beauty that can be described.

Tutuka is one of the largest tribes in Cape Lookout, with a population of more than 6, and its strength is second to none.The black barbarian society pays more attention to the law of the jungle than the outside society, and is more like a primitive and savage herd.Those who do not contribute to the tribe will be expelled from the whole tribe. These people are often elderly or severely disabled.It was difficult for these people to survive after being thrown out of the tribe, and most of them died at the mouth of the beasts.Some small and medium-sized tribes are superior to large tribes in this respect. Instead of driving out the elderly and disabled, they support them.

It may also be because those small and medium-sized tribes are closer to the edge of the virgin forest, have more contact with the outside world, learn civilization, and take off the coat of the beast.

But here, the rules of the past are still followed.

"My tribe has not had a saint for many years. Which tribe are you a saint?", the chief of Tutuka is called Tutu, and Tutu means "the most powerful" in the barbarian language.

Afro looked up at Tutu calmly, and said softly, "I am not the saint of any tribe, I am the saint of all black people."

Tutu grinned. He stroked the steel weapon at his waist and showed a playful smile, "I have never heard of a saint being born in these years. Which tribe were you born in? Which one?" The witch priest delivered the baby for you?"

Afro was indifferent and carefree, but that didn't mean she was a fool. She learned a lot from several bachelors in Rennes' mansion, and she found that the chief didn't seem to want her to appear at this time.She looked around, and her sharp eyes suddenly found a brown shadow on the tree house in the distance.

She turned her head and looked at Tutu, "No matter where I was born, no matter which witch priest gave birth to me, it will not change the fact of my identity." She took a few steps forward and approached Tutu. Tu, "Why are you different from others? I don't see your reverence for the gods in your eyes? Are you trying to disobey the will of the gods?"

The Heiman kneeling around them suddenly became short of breath, they had no reverence for the gods, and they wanted to disobey the gods.Some Heiman, who were not very good at dealing with Tutu, and who were also extremely strong, raised their heads, staring at Tutu with dark white eyes, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on their faces.

Not everyone will submit to the chief's feet. The more barbaric the society, the more unlimited the role of individuals in the group.In a civilized society outside the primeval forest, electing a leader must be the unanimous choice of the vast majority of people, even if a few people oppose it, it will not help.But here, in the depths of the Salmy Mountains, the selection of chiefs often means rounds of bloody fights.If you want to get the position of chief, you just need to kill the other party, simple, brutal, bloody and cruel.

Tutu seemed to feel the threatening gaze. His eyes were fixed, he half-kneeled on the ground, and lowered his head, "Since I was born, when I took my first breath of air, I have believed in the barbarian god.", just in Afu When Luo thought he had overwhelmed the chief of the big tribe, Tutu suddenly stood up again, slapped his oily chest, and shouted loudly, "The gods also sent down oracles, and Tutu was also loved and blessed by the barbarian gods." people!"

He tore off the loincloth, and in the eyes of people who were not very surprised, he proudly exposed the upper half of his thigh. On the inner thigh, there was a white spot the size of a silver coin (one yuan coin).

Tutu's white spots must have been exposed in front of the tribe more than once, and there are always some black man who will eat his tricks, and they will be skeptical.The reason why the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son are holy is that they are born with a spotless white body, instead of having a white disgusting spot on the inner upper half of the thigh like Tutu.If there is no Afulo, people may trust Tutu a little more, but with Afulo, there will be a lot less people who believe in Tutu.

"This is the enlightenment given to me by the gods, and I will lead the black people to a brand new world!"

The pale vocabulary made Tutu find it impossible to organize more provocative words to incite emotions. He took a few steps back, sat on the stone chair again, and looked at Afuluo, "Witch Ji once told me that everything comes There is a reason, everything goes and there is an effect, saint, why did you come to my tribe?"

Aphrodite looked at the cracked mountains in the distance, "I heard people say that someone came here from the other side and brought disaster and destruction. So I want to take a look and see what kind of disaster it is and destruction, wanting to wipe out the people of the barbaric gods."

Tutu was stunned, his eyes rolling. Before he could open his mouth to explain, someone interrupted and said, "The great saint is a group of beast-like people. They brought weapons and food."

(End of this chapter)