My name is Ren

Chapter 27
Ren is not a pervert, so he doesn't intend to swallow Celeste in one bite, that would be too cruel.Although his young body would bring a throb to his dry heart, he still held himself very well.He is not a saint, he also has desires, and desires that other men crave, but he still doesn't want that little girl.He felt that when he was with her, the time passed quickly and his mood would be much better. He didn't intend to destroy this atmosphere in a short time.

A brand new day comes with the rising of the sun. The time of the nobles is different from that of ordinary civilians that can be seen outside the window. Their mornings are always about three hours later than that of the commoners.Ordinary people in Ortrenburg have to get up at dawn in the morning to run around for a day's livelihood. If they get up a little late, they may have no food for a day.Ren, however, slept until after nine o'clock, and was still slowly awakened by the head maid's knock on the door.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the dark red tasseled curtains. Ren yawned and sat on the bed. His angular but not strong body was the most likely to please the ladies. In addition, his noble blood and long-standing family Inheritance, countless noble ladies and noble sluts want to climb into his bed.

Ren pushed back the soft velvet blanket and got off the bed naked. The two babies followed Ren into the bathroom with blushing faces.This is not something shameful, nobles also have to wash up after waking up in the morning, and it is very troublesome. Of course, these will be done by the maids.

After nearly an hour of preparation, Ryan was finally dressed and ready to go out.Sometimes he wondered, should it be simpler? It's so troublesome to put on clothes, what should we do if something urgent happens in the future?This matter can only be done after returning to the imperial capital, first fool His Majesty the emperor and the ministers, otherwise it is not a good thing to be independent in the noble circle.

Celeste got up early compared to Ryan's later.She couldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar environment, and she also experienced the torture-like grooming like Ryan, and it took longer than Ryan.Especially the corset and corset, which are simply horrible things, make her feel very ashamed.Yes, it's a shame.Aristocratic women's clothes are like men's clothes, with countless animal bones hidden in the interlayer.The function of these animal bones is to line the clothes in shape and restrain the body shape at the same time.Especially the bra, it's just crazy!
God of light, how painful it is for an 11-year-old girl to be squeezed out of a ditch!
Ren recruited the head maid, and he pointed to Celeste, who looked at his outfit inexplicably, his little face was flushed, and he didn't know if he had missed something by mistake, so he dared not speak.

"Starting today, in the City Lord's Mansion, under 16 years old can not wear bras. Those over 16 years old don't need to wear them." Ren's expression was very serious, indicating that he was not joking, "This is abuse, abuse understands ?"

The corner of the maid's mouth twitched, but she still nodded in agreement.Not to mention not wearing a bra, even if Ren ordered all the women in the Santo's Mansion not to wear clothes, she had to carry it out.

The eyes of the little maids on the side were narrowed with laughter. They were not used to wearing this thing. If they were not afraid of causing dissatisfaction with the always majestic city lord, they would have secretly taken it off.

Celeste also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief?

"What's for breakfast?" Ren changed the subject quickly. He looked at the three plates on Celeste's table opposite him, feeling a little unappetizing.It's enough to eat greasy bacon early in the morning!

The head maid reported the long menu again, and Ren stroked his forehead, "Go, serve me a bowl of wheat porridge without milk and spices, and without adding any spices!!"

"What about the side dish?"

"Two green leaves, no cream, no butter, no spices, no wine, nothing!"

"As you wish, my lord."

Facing Celeste's slightly astonished gaze, Ren curled his lips and said, "The food in the morning is too greasy, and I will lose my appetite throughout the day. The only thing on this table that satisfies me is black tea."

He quickly picked up a cup of fragrant black tea, blew a pool of red soup, and took a sip. The slightly bitter ruby-like liquid slipped into his mouth. It made Ren miss green tea even more.This matter must be put on the agenda, let the gardeners do it as soon as possible, he is really fed up with this damn catering system.

"What are you going to do this morning?" Ren asked.

Celeste still felt a little scared, this place was really too strange, she couldn't believe that she didn't cry when she slept alone last night!

"Probably... read a book!" Celeste said hesitantly, she didn't know what to do.

"You can go to my study, but I have a request, don't mess up those books." He put down his teacup, and just served thick wheat porridge that looked like someone chewed it in his mouth and then spit it out There was a curl of heat, and Ren had completely lost his appetite. He touched his lips, stuffed two fresh lettuce leaves into his mouth, swallowed them, and stood up directly. "I may be busy recently and I can't take care of you. After a while, I'll take you out to play when I'm busy."

Celeste's eyes suddenly burst into anticipation, and she nodded vigorously.

There are indeed many things about Ren. The Blackfire fighters in the farm outside the city have already started training. As the owner of this group of consumables, Ren must go there once.He arranged the work at hand... In fact, there was no work. The whole city had long been used to running without the interference of the City Lord's Mansion.After that, he took Blair and drove slowly towards the farm outside the city.

Most of the pedestrians in the streets and alleys still look dazed and numb. Petty theft is caught among them, and some people are blackmailing businesses and collecting protection fees.This has become a daily routine in Ortrenburg. If there is no way to leave here, then just bear it silently, and one day you will get used to it.

After running out of the city gate for about 10 minutes, there was a circle of man-made forest on the sunny side of a small hill, blocking the view inside.The carriage drove in slowly, and two guys who looked like farmers opened the gate, bowed respectfully, and did not get up until the carriage was far away, closing the gate.

Harvey greeted him early, and he had already greeted him yesterday.Holding a thorny whip in his hand, he bent down with a smile on his face, "Welcome, my lord, Lord City Master."

Ren got out of the carriage, the golden thorn badge was dazzling in the sun, he glanced at Hano and the few followers around him, nodded arrogantly, "Take me to see my warriors."

Hano stretched out his hand to invite, and walked in front with a slight bend, leading Ren into the warehouse.The warehouse is very large, and the black fire fighters inside stand together. Although the space is a bit crowded, everyone stands upright, even if they are very close.

"This is your master, the Lord of Ortrenburg. It is your good fortune that you can become his slaves." Hano held the whip in both hands and held it up high.

Ren paused for a moment, but still took the whip. This was a ceremony, a symbol, which meant that the fate of these slaves had changed and their ownership had been transferred.

The black fire fighters are all strong and strong black barbarians. After several killings, they finally won through tragic elimination, and gained the right to continue breathing air.In this process, they have long been trained by the slave traders [] like a machine that only knows how to execute.There have also been incidents of Heiman rebellion in history, but they were quickly suppressed by their own people.The current slave traders have already summed up a mature domestication plan, which can guarantee to the greatest extent that these black barbarians will not have that kind of situation.

Ren walked up to a black fire warrior and stopped. This black man was exceptionally strong and tall.He suddenly pulled out a dagger inlaid with sapphires from his waist, and pressed the tip of the knife against Heiman's chest with a little force.In an instant, the tip of the precious dagger personally crafted by the master craftsman of the imperial capital pierced Heiman's chest.Ren slowly increased his strength and pierced it more than an inch. Heiman's face did not change color, and there was no fear in his eyes. He was as calm as a stone.

Ren retracted the dagger, wiped off the blood on Heiman's body, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, Harvey, you did a good job."

Harvey was not humble, he just bowed his body with a smug smile on his face.This batch of black barbarians was carefully selected, and it took him [-]% of his strength to select the best one hundred.It can be said that these one hundred black fire fighters are enough to resist more than three times or even more imperial troops, and they can win the victory cleanly.

Ryan's thoughts also began to change a little bit. At first, he didn't want to use Heiman as the starting capital, mainly because Heiman was too "cheap".

From top to bottom, the classes of the entire continent are divided into the aristocratic class, the privileged class, the citizen class, the freeman class, the untouchable class, and the slaves.And slaves are also divided into two classes, one is castrated, one is not castrated.Those who have not been castrated are one level higher than those who have been castrated. It can be said that these castrated black fire fighters are slaves among slaves, and normal slaves will look down on them.

Using these people will lower your own grade.

But then again, as long as it's useful, who cares if you're good or not?

Regardless of whether it is a slave soldier or an imperial soldier, they are all consumables in the final analysis. Is there any distinction between high and low?

Ren squinted at Harvey, "Help me get another [-] black fire fighters like these, but don't castrate them." He thought silently, "Half a year, is it enough?"

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, "Enough, enough! I promise you, my lord, will be satisfied!"

Ren raised his whip and pressed Harvey's shoulder, "I like smart people, you are a smart person."

(End of this chapter)