My name is Ren

Chapter 2 Scum Concentration Camp

A grand dinner was quietly held to welcome the new city lord, and most of the people invited were high-ranking people in Ortrenburg - famous smugglers of the empire, notorious war criminals, mercenary captains full of crimes, The emperor of the underground world of Ortrenburg, and all kinds of prominent figures, the only one who does not have is the nobles.

These scum maintained the order in Ortrenburg, at least so that it would not appear too chaotic on the surface.And the fact is indeed the case, a neutral, lawful and evil environment, no matter who it is, is a foundation that must be maintained.Only in this way, they can live here like fish in water, unrestrained and comfortable, and make money and fat belly.

This dinner is not so much to introduce Renn to these scumbags, but rather to let these scumbags examine the new city lord.There were always some unrealistic idealists among the previous generations of city lords. They wanted to change the rules of the game in Ortrenburg without authorization, which caused a lot of trouble for all the big shots present.So they gathered together and sent the city masters whose minds were full of third-rate knight novels back to the arms of the God of Light, allowing them to imagine endlessly.

Between pushing cups and changing cups, and interchanging cups and cups, complex eyes with profound meanings are hidden, flying back and forth in the air.Everyone looked at Ren who walked into the hall, with something cold hidden in his half-smile eyes.

Suddenly, someone tapped the exquisite crystal goblet with a polished silver spoon, making a "ding ding" sound, and the only orchestra that Ortrenburg could make up also played. The music slowed down, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

All eyes were on this man. He was wearing a three-cornered hat, a small brown leather jacket, and a few drops of stains that could not be washed off on his slightly yellowed shirt.The sharkskin leather pants stretched her thighs extremely tightly, and a pair of slightly worn leather boots were polished to a shine.This man has a dark red beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes. At first glance, he gives a good impression. His humble smile makes him look more simple and honest.

Treite, the middle-aged nobleman who came here with Ren, turned his face to Ren, who was half a step behind him, and said in a low voice: "This man is called Harvey, and he looks like a good old man. In fact, he is the largest slave trader in Bell Province and even the southern part of the empire. The number of slaves who died in his hands has long been countless. The thick hairs in every pore of him are watered and grown by the blood of countless slaves. Don't look at him because of him. Looks good, just ignore him, he is also one of your troubles in ruling Ortrenburg."

Harvey didn't know that his old background was revealed to Rennes by a nobleman who had never seen him before, but even if he knew, it didn't matter. As a famous "big man", he always had to deal with the City Lord's Mansion, and there was always someone who knew him. day.Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused, he smiled with satisfaction, and looked at Ren with gentle eyes, "Dear Golden Thorn Family, Your Excellency the Baron, may I ask you a question?"

If Renn is stage fright at this time, I am afraid that before dawn tomorrow, he will become a joke and spread throughout Ortrenburg. From then on, people will not respect him, fear him, and even bully him.

In this place, good people don't live long.

Ren was expressionless and nodded calmly. Harvey grinned and showed his golden teeth, "I heard people say that you were kicked out of the imperial capital. Is this true?"

With an exaggerated tone and eyes full of desire for knowledge, if one doesn’t care about his identity and the occasion where the question is asked, the inexperienced patriarch may be impressed by his acting skills, and then say what the other party wants to hear without reservation .But Ren is not a fool. He has suffered from the impact of information for more than [-] years in a world with highly developed information technology. How to do it.

He took a step back, highlighting Tretter's noble status, but raised his head slightly, his chin raised high, trying to make himself look inexplicably proud, he answered the question: "The gentleman next to me is from the imperial capital. One of the permanent members of the Imperial Council, a nobleman of the empire, a hereditary earl, a second-class armed knight, Your Excellency Treite."

Harvey's pupils shrank together suddenly, and there was a low, suppressed cry from the surrounding crowd.Whether it is a hereditary earl, a second-class armed knight (Marquis), or a permanent member of the Imperial Parliament, they are far from being accessible to this group of scum.In a way, the empire is just a toy in the hands of this group of people, allowing them to round and flatten it.

As soon as Ren finished speaking, the eyes of everyone looking at him changed subtly.If Ren is really an unlucky guy who was kicked out of the imperial capital, then perhaps only a small role like a palace clerk is with him.With the guarantee of such a big man, at least they are unlikely to take action against Ren until they can't figure out the details of Ren, unless they are tired of their work.

The corner of Tretter's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his handsome face. He really was a bunch of uneducated scum, scumbags.Talking to them would lower his status. He withdrew the smile that made these scumbags blush with hatred, pursed his lips, and gave Ren a look.

Another person stood out from the crowd around him. He was in his thirties and was not well maintained. But then again, the people here are pretty much the same.He was wearing a black grand ceremonial suit, and the two blue gemstone collar buttons on the clean floral collar were shining brightly under the solidified lighting.If one ignores the reckless look on his face, one might mistake him for a small nobleman in a remote place.

This man had a scar on his face and several more scars on his neck, which was hideous and terrifying.When he laughed, his mouth full of lipstick opened slowly, giving people an inexplicable pressure.

His name is Huth, the emperor of the underground world of Ortrenburg.

He pressed on Harvey's shoulder, and the latter's eyeballs turned slightly. After the eyes of the two touched in the air, Harvey lowered his head, took a few steps back, and disappeared behind Hut in an instant. sense of presence.Huth laughed and opened his arms, "That's a fool!", referring to Harvey just now, "On behalf of all the residents of Ortrenburg, I welcome you, Your Excellency the Baron!"

The soothing music suddenly became high-pitched with his words, and the crowd who came to welcome Renn burst into passion again. The enthusiastic girls sang and danced, and the big shots greeted their relatives. A special banquet reached its climax.Everyone has compliments on their lips, everyone's eyes are modest and cautious, and everyone behaves like a polite person.

But behind all this, there are evil traps, vicious curses, malicious eyes...

This is Ortrenburg, in the southern Bell region of the empire, in the Weimar Corridor, full of scum from the Orlando Empire and the Byron Empire!

(End of this chapter)