My name is Ren

Chapter 267
The Imperial Code can be said to be the foundation that everyone who aspires to become a saint must learn. Just like most nobles were ordered to read the Imperial Code from an early age, scholars also need to be familiar with this thing.The purpose of the nobles' familiarity with the code is not to maintain the fairness and justice of the code and the law, but to learn to use the code reasonably to do whatever they want.Scholars study the code, the purpose is not fair and just, their purpose is to avoid all minefields.

Scholars, scholars, to put it bluntly, are people who learn knowledge.They have no privilege as a weapon, nor a sword as a weapon, but they have a tongue.It is not enough just to have a tongue, you must know what can be said and what cannot be said.They can laugh at the dissolute life of the nobles, criticize the absurdity of governance, and point their noses at the bad habits of the royal family.These are their weapons, and they have reasonably avoided the minefields in the code, allowing their "weapons" to be used without being crushed by privileges.

But now, the scholar, who did not want to be named, has played it off.

In other words, this group of scholars played off, but he became a typical example of a scapegoat.

The scholar, who did not want to be named, suddenly had a layer of white sweat on his forehead, his eyes wandered around, and he faltered and hesitated to speak.He was very frightened in his heart, it can be said that he was afraid. He wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run.He wanted to kneel down and admit his mistake, but so many scholars and bachelors behind him were watching. If he knelt down, his future would be completely ruined.The circle of scholars will not tolerate this kind of weak bones that actively kneel to the nobles. What they want is a strong character, a warrior who straightened his spine and pointed at the nose of the noble, not a coward.

Ren pursed his lips, his lips were pressed very thin, and they turned white under the squeeze. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Since this gentleman didn't remember, I can tell you. Shocking the gold nobles is equivalent to shocking The royal family is treasonous in nature and can be killed on the spot. If the criminal who committed the crime is an aristocrat, he should be handed over to the Privy Council and the Council of Elders for trial. If the criminal is a commoner..." Ryan smiled and held a civilized stick and pressed it On his shoulder, "Your head doesn't belong to you anymore."

He smashed the face of the scholar who did not want to be named with the tip of the Civilization Staff, which caused his head to be thrown back twice, and his figure also staggered back a step, "Got it?"

"Ming...understood!" The scholar, who did not want to be named, nodded with an extremely ugly face. His ugly face was not because of the humiliation he had received, but what Ryan said.Attacking the gold nobles is a serious crime of treason, and they will be beheaded!
Ren was like an excellent teacher watching his naughty student understand the knowledge, showing a gratified look, his lips moved, "Kill him!"

At the moment when he took back the staff of civilization, the moment when the astonishment and fear on the face of the scholar, who did not want to be named, froze, and the moment when Blair just swung the long sword—two people in gray uniforms behind Ren The Ortrenburg warrior appeared behind the scholar who did not want to be named like lightning.The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, squatted half-squatting with their legs one behind the other, holding a one-foot-long short sword with their left and right hands respectively. Drops of blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

Tick-tock, the entire street seemed to have completely lost all color and sound at this second, only the slight tick-tock sound in my ears, but it was like thunder at this moment.In the black and white world, an X-shaped incision suddenly appeared on the scholar's robe worn by the scholar who did not want to be named, and shocking blood slowly overflowed from the wound. After the high-speed cutting, the flesh and blood that were still tightly clenched together instantly gushed out like a fountain!
In the whole world, there is only red...and white.

Ren pinched the brim of the top hat with his right hand and pulled it down. He took two steps back, but the scarlet blood still spattered on his body.The dots of red spots are like the last blooming moment of life, poignant and beautiful like the stunning masterpiece formed by the greatest artist splashing ink.

On the silent street, this scholar, who had not said his name, knelt on the ground with a thud, looking down at his chest, and slowly raised his hand to grab the gushing wound, but his The action was still one step slower.He faced Leng En and fell to the ground.Blood quickly drilled out from the distance between his body and the ground, soaking the ground and forming a pool of blood.

The scholars who barked their teeth and clamored to judge Rossi didn't even dare to breathe.

Ren glanced down at the pure white clothes he specially wore today, and sighed softly.This suit cost almost twenty gold coins, and it was hand-sewn by a famous tailor in the capital city.This was the first time he wore it, so he was about to scrap it, and he felt somewhat regretful.

There were also a few drops of blood on the leather shoes. The shoes were polished with shoe polish, but the blood did not stain them. It was a blessing in misfortune.

He stepped on the head of the scholar who did not reveal his name until his death, and said softly, "My shoes are dirty."

A chubby man with greasy hair and pink face immediately squeezed in. He knelt on the ground, grabbed the slightly loose cuff of his right wrist with his left hand, tightened the sleeve, and carefully wiped Ren's face with the sleeve of his clothes worth several gold coins. Beads of blood on white leather shoes.In the end, he picked up Ryan's shoes, took a breath, wiped them vigorously, and then put Ryan's feet back on the ground in satisfaction.He got up, not caring about his appearance at all, bent over, lowered his head, bent his body, "My lord, look, it's clean now."

Ren's smile was as warm as the spring breeze in March. He looked at the man and said, "Please, Nietzsche."

"No trouble, no trouble!" Nietzsche's head swung like a woman's chest that had been violently hit, shaking quickly and rhythmically, really hard for his thick and short neck.With a flattering smile on his face, he was not ashamed of his behavior at all, but rather proud of himself, "It is my lifelong honor to be able to serve your lord."

After being kept in the pond for so many years, Nietzsche has long understood that a man in this world can have no money, no health, and even no life.But the only thing that cannot be without power.

People with power are like gods on high. Countless people will be thrilled by the joy, anger, sorrow, joy, or thunder, or rain and dew of the power holder.If there is no power, it is dust, it is dust, manipulated by the actions of the strong, influenced by fate, and even one's own dignity does not belong to oneself.It's not like he wasn't without pride in the past, and he was full of bruises in exchange for his arrogance.

Now, he is willing to kneel down, do the most humble and shameless thing, and climb to the pinnacle of power.

He doesn't want to prove anything, he just wants to tell all those who have hurt him and looked down on him that he can stand up one day.

Facing Ren's smile, Nietzsche was trembling with excitement.As an old man in the archives department, he is too aware of everything that has happened in the archives department in the past few days. This department is about to rise!And he knows better what Ryan is going to do, and what he has done will inevitably be recorded in Orlando's historical files and become a case that every politician must learn many years later.As for Nietzsche, as long as he seizes the opportunity, he may also be able to jump up and become a big man whom everyone envies, envies, and fears.

For this reason, what is there to regret at sacrificing a little dignity?
Ren moved his fingers, and Nietzsche immediately stood aside, with a low-browed and pleasing look.

But it was Ren who hated him even more.

He actually killed a scholar in front of so many scholars?
This is simply a provocation to knowledge and a blasphemy of truth!The scholars were furious, but were dragged back from the brink of insanity by the cold corpse on the ground.

The one in front of him is a golden nobleman, while the one on the ground has already paid the price for his actions.

Looking at the densely packed scholars, Ren sneered disdainfully. He was still staring at the group of people from the corner of his eyes, so he spit on the ground without grace, "Stupid!", paused, " roll!"

He shook his shoulders, and got into the carriage with the support of Nietzsche. The group of menacing scholars didn't even dare to fart.

Ren is not the nobles they are familiar with, not the cowardly nobles who turn around and run away when the situation is not good, nor the nobles who just let their servants beat them up.Only now did people remember that he was a butcher, an executioner, a bloody demon!

Watching Ren's carriage move slowly, stop not far away, and run to the old library within a few steps, these people still dare not even say a word.

Ren's tyranny completely shocked this group of cultural people and this group of spokespersons who thought they were the truth.

After a long time, after watching Ren enter the old library, someone said, "Are we just letting him go?"

This sentence is full of complex emotions, including the ease of remaining in a catastrophe, questioning unwillingly, and avoiding responsibility.

Immediately someone sang the anti-tune, "Don't let him go, don't you want to give it a try?"

"Sooner or later, this executioner will be punished!"

"Yes, sooner or later!"

"I still have something to do at home, let's go first, if you have anything to do, you must call me..."

One person left first, and this group of defenders of justice, brave and unyielding fighters immediately dispersed, leaving only a few people standing together with uneasy and embarrassed faces.

"What should we do now?"

"What else can I do?"

Several people looked at me, I looked at you, and finally left the street from different places angrily.

This most deserted street in the Golden Ring District has returned to calmness, just like when the Holy Empire existed thousands of years ago, no one stayed here for even a minute, except for the guy on the ground.

As soon as he entered the old library, Bethel greeted Ryan with a smile. He knew very well that he was just a mascot now.Although he has been a minister for many years, he has never been in charge of the affairs here after all. Whether it is those people in the past or those people recruited by Rennes later, they do not belong to him.They are all Ren's people, so he placed himself in a very correct position. As for whether he has other thoughts, at least he can't tell from his face and eyes.

"I knew that these little things can't trouble you." In private occasions, Bethel will use honorifics to address Ren. Although the two have the same title, one is hereditary and the other is descending inheritance Yes, one is a golden aristocrat, and the other is just an inconspicuous marginal person in the aristocratic circle.But at work, he only uses you as an equal address. He is a minister after all. If he uses your honorific here, he might as well not get involved in these things and be a gardener happily. Isn't it better?

Ren's smile is the same as before. A smile is the sharpest weapon, it can make people let down their guard, make people hesitate in the senses, and can also deceive themselves.

He took off his top hat and threw it to Blair, and put the thumbs of both hands against the middle seam of his jacket, "Look, I'm not without loss, at least this suit is finished." He suddenly laughed, walked up to Bethel and hugged him After a while, "Just kidding, my lord, you don't need to come out to greet me, which makes me a little uneasy."

Bethel froze for a moment, smiled and patted him on the shoulder. After the two separated, they walked in together. Beside them, surrounded by dozens of employees, these employees all had proud expressions on their faces.Yes, in just a few days, they enjoyed the beauty of power and the pleasure of being respected.And all of this was brought about by the Earl Wren, who was dressed in white but was stained with blood.They are proud of Ryan, proud of themselves.

"How is Colin feeling now?" Ren entered the working state directly. He always clearly separates private affairs from public affairs, which is also a habit brought about in his previous life. "Is he willing to be a tainted witness?"

The tainted witness may be known to everyone in another world, but in this world, it is still the first word of Rennes.He hoped that Colin could turn into a mad dog and bite people everywhere according to his requirements.The wider the attack area, the more flustered Queen Pars will be, and at the same time, she will be more determined to clean these dirty nobles again.

Bethel is also very clear that the most important thing at the moment is Colin. He dared not be careless and nodded repeatedly, "He has been quite cooperative these two days, especially I promise him that if he does what we ask, After we can keep him safe, he is now more obedient than a dog."

Ren snapped his fingers, "Very good, what about the others?"

Bethel hesitated for a moment, "Except for two people, the others are very cooperative."

Ren paused, and the dozens of people who were moving together in the hall stopped one after another, and their eyes were all on Ren, "Send them to interrogation room No. [-] and No. [-] respectively, and I will ask them to cooperate. .”

　7 hours of driving, going crazy.Take a day off tomorrow and start updating normally the day after tomorrow

　　There is no one who passed this year

　　
　
(End of this chapter)