My name is Ren

Chapter 233 The Maternal Instinct of Animals Can Drive Weak Females to Overcome All Difficulties and Challenges

Mirona's words were extraordinarily sharp, like a knife flying over.You can't hide, you can't hide, and you can't hide from any principled issues.Bolson fell silent, clasped the fingers of both hands into a fist, and pressed it against his chin.The stubble that had been trimmed this morning reappeared, causing his fingers to tingle slightly.Pursing his lips, he raised his eyes to look at Mirona from time to time, his thoughts turned.

No one spoke, and the servants who seemed to understand half understood were frightened by the atmosphere, and they all retreated to the wall and stood with their heads bowed, treating themselves as some kind of decorations and sculptures, not even daring to breathe.The only thing in the whole restaurant that has not become quiet is probably the candles on the table candlesticks.The candle flame trembled, exuding a light that was not bright but gave a warm feeling.

There is a solid lighting magic base in this restaurant, and it is also in use, but for the atmosphere and some inexplicable aristocratic traditions, candles are often still an indispensable decoration for dinner.

Looking at the dancing candlelight, Bolson said slowly, "Excuse me, I don't know your son's name yet."

"Vigros!", the moment Mirona said the name, she was full of strength, she clenched her fists and squeezed out a smile.

"Vigros?" Bolson repeated both sides in a low voice, his eyes lit up, "Great man, isn't he?"

Vigros means "great" in Desi. From now on, it should be said to be an ancient language. After all, people all over the world speak the lingua franca, and Desi has gradually become a small language.Only nobles or educated bachelors refer to Desi when naming their children, paying attention to the meaning of the child's name.

"What a very good name..." Bolson let go of his hands, leaned back on the chair, tilted his head slightly, he took off the napkin from his collar and threw it on the table, "Ask me, Viglos If you want to become a ruler, what is missing, I can tell you now that you and your children still lack patience." Bolson waved his hand, and the servants and cooks, including the butler, filed out one after another. At the end, after bowing and saluting, he closed the door of the dining room, and no sound could be heard from the entire room.

Mirona was a little nervous. She subconsciously pressed her hand on the table knife. Bolson, who noticed this detail, smiled and didn't point it.Compared with the tough nerves of men, women may indeed be more emotional and weak.He continued: "Let me tell you the truth, if at other times, earlier or later, I would not hesitate to discuss with Viscount Wren, and let you and your children rule and manage this city."

"After all, Vig...Ross is the heir to the orthodoxy. He has the qualifications and the power." Bolson's tone was very sincere. He decided to take a risk, so he had to show his sincerity first.And he did a good job, the little compliments and telling the truth made Mirona's guard down by three points.She removed her hand from the table knife, and put it back under the table calmly.The smile on Bolson's face softened a lot, "I think you should understand that at this special time, the imperial capital asked Vigros to take over Venier and inherit the title, not for his benefit, but to harm you. "

"What you said is really creepy, should I believe you?" Mirona's face was already moved, and she actually had a little guess.She was not allowed to come early, and she was not allowed to come later. She chose this time to let Vigoros inherit the title. If there is nothing tricky in it, she would be the first to not believe it.After living in the imperial capital for four years, even if the purest white sand is thrown into the big dye vat in the imperial capital, it will be dyed colorful, let alone she is a noble lady?

Under the glamorous appearance, there is a dirty and smelly body. Nobles can never think that they are a certain kind of person just by looking at their appearance.It’s just that Mirona didn’t quite know why the Privy Council and the Council of Elders chose this time. She looked at Bolson suspiciously, her probing eyes seemed to be asking, “Perhaps, you can explain it to me. I’m not a Stereotyped woman, as you can see, I am still young, maybe your story will make me take it seriously?"

"Story?" Bolson laughed dumbfounded, shook his head and said, "No, it's not a story."

"The entire province of Bell is already under the control of Viscount Wren, including me, this city, and naturally you and your child Vigros. Please forgive my rudeness, if Viscount Wren thinks you are not Need to see the sun tomorrow, and you will fall into an eternal sleep tonight."

"The people in the imperial capital asked you to come here. The purpose is to take more initiative in Venere, kick off Viscount Wren's power, and make it easier for them to dig Tiberium spar veins on the grassland. You It’s just that they use an insignificant small weapon against Viscount Rennes, which may be broken at any time, and they don’t worry about the safety of you and your children. They only pay attention to the benefits generated by the mine veins and the distribution of shares.”

"I can return your so-called 'your things' to you and your children, but can you keep them? No matter who wins, whether it's the nobles in the imperial capital, or the Viscount Wren, In the end, you and your child may not end well, because you, Viscount Wren, may have lost a huge amount of benefits that cannot be estimated. For this reason, letting a few lives disappear from your eyes may be the most appropriate way to vent way."

"If you can hold your breath, I suggest that you first maintain the delicate relationship and balance between us. After everything is settled, Viscount Wren will definitely give you a fair answer."

Mirona was stunned. Although she guessed that there might be a lot of trouble, she didn't expect the trouble to be so big.Even in the imperial capital far away from Bell Province, Rennes's name became famous as the rebellion of Bell Province with tens of thousands of soldiers was wiped out.It is Mirona, who has heard of this name in the imperial capital. She only knows about Ren from other close friends, such as butchers, executioners, murderers and the like.

In the mouths of those people, Ren has been demonized. It seems that his existence is for killing, and he was born for killing.If it wasn't necessary, Mirona would never want to deal with Ren in her life.

She panicked somewhat. After all, Ren's murderous name was too scary. Facing such a noble who was famous for killing, she still lacked a little confidence. After all, she was just a young widow who lost her husband.

At the same time, she thought of the friend of her late husband Angelo in the Privy Council, who told him that if Vigros could not take control of Venere's military affairs as soon as possible, perhaps the empire would allow Angelo's younger brother to inherit Angelo's left. The next knighthood.

For a while, she didn't know what to do.

As Vigros knew at such a young age, nobles should not show their ignorance at any time. Mirona's thoughts were in a mess, but her face remained calm.She took a deep breath, "It's getting late, it's time for me to accompany Viglos, he will be afraid of the night in a strange environment."

Bolson got up immediately, walked quickly behind Mirona and pulled out the chair for her, bent down, "Then, I wish you a sweet dream."

Mirona nodded, glanced at the "power thief" who looked like a gentleman, put her hands on her waist to hold down the skirt of the dress, quickly pushed open the door of the restaurant with rhythmic steps, and disappeared outside the door.

Bolson sat down and rubbed his temples. He was not sure that he could convince Mirona, not at all.Now the biggest issue for both parties is whether to return the power to the child of Vigros. On this point, Bolson will never give in, and Mirona will definitely not back down, so the two sides have hardly been able to resolve peacefully. possibility of this matter.What he said at the dinner table may make Mirona hesitate for a while, but it will definitely not last long.

Maybe in the next moment, maybe three to five days, she will become determined again.After all, Vigros occupies the righteousness and has extremely high popularity and support in the city of Vernier. On the contrary, he Bolson is the one who is really weak.It is not true that women are said to be stupid, but Borson believes that as long as the matter is connected with Viglos, this woman will definitely lose her calm attitude at this time and become a reckless Paranoid.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought Vigrose back from the imperial capital to the rural place of Venier, and she had also endured extremely heavy psychological pressure.

After returning to the guest room, as soon as Mirona entered the room, she saw Viglos sitting on the sofa looking at the ceiling in a daze like a little adult. All the hesitation and entanglement in her heart turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind in an instant. There was only one thing at this time, and the only thing, and that was her child.Dinner at night was not suitable for bringing Vigrose, so she arranged for someone to bring some of Vigrose's favorite food to eat in the guest room.

At this time, she walked over quickly, which also alarmed Viglos who was in a daze. The latter immediately sat up straight, his chin slightly retracted, and he looked very aristocratic.

"Mother, did you enjoy your dinner?"

Mirona nodded, "Of course, what about you, my child, is the meal delicious tonight? Can you get used to it?"

Speaking of these things, Viglos showed some expressions that only children should have. He licked his lips and nodded, "It tastes great, much better than I imagined. It seems that the countryside is not worth it. Praise the place, at least the food here is good.”

While talking, through the crystal glass facing the street, there was a burst of noise outside the window.Curiously, Viglos took Mirona's hand and walked to the window to look down. A group of people lively and holding torches surrounded the two of them.They sang ancient songs, their voices were mellow and long, and they were very pleasant.

"What are they doing?" Vigros asked curiously, such a strange ceremony could not be seen in the imperial capital.

With a nostalgic look on Mirona's face, she said with a smile...

(End of this chapter)