My name is Ren

Chapter 289 The second seventy-sixth drink too much, I can't move......

"How's the situation outside now?" Queen Pars asked absent-mindedly as she sat in the garden and looked at the scenery outside the palace.After catching Tretter, she realized that she had made a foolish move. In the situation where there was no anger, she was so angry that she lost her mind, and she couldn't handle her out-of-control emotions at all.As Twright continued to speak, the so-called civil rights forces were also expanding step by step.

As the master of this empire, the orthodox ruler of the empire, she is not afraid of challenges from the noble class.What the nobles seek is nothing more than long-term titles, better fiefdoms, and more power.It can be said that Queen Pars has everything that nobles want to have, and these things are not inseparable, as long as her conditions are met or she has to make a choice, as long as she is willing to give up some things It will definitely appease the attacks from the noble group.

But the demands that Tretter erupted were different from those of the aristocratic group. What he wanted to do and what he needed were things that Queen Pars could not give him.

It was because of her fear that she lost control of her emotions and made her do the worst thing, arresting Tretter.

Now the people protesting outside the palace have not dispersed, and they want to find justice.If it was not long ago before Tretter gave a speech, these people would never have dared to oppose the royal family's decision so strongly.It was Tretter's speech that encouraged these people to seek some kind of "equality", which was the last thing the rulers wanted to see.

Of course, politics is dirty, everyone outside of politics says so.

Their actions made Empress Pars in a dilemma. It was like riding on the back of a flying dragon. The flying dragon flew high into the clouds. It was easy for her to ride up, but difficult for her to get off.If she releases Treite, it will definitely increase the confidence of these people and give them enough motivation to cause more damage.If you don't let go, you will not only face these civilians, but also the Privy Council, the Elder's Council and those noble groups.

Wade, standing behind Queen Pars, was kneading Queen Pars's shoulders with a pair of dexterous hands.Recently, the moody Her Majesty the Queen made Wade feel a kind of fear, and also woke him up from the boundless dream.He is destined to be just a plaything of Her Majesty the Queen, and will never become a certain prince, or a duke, even a lowly nobleman.He is like those women who hide in the dark corners behind those in power, and he will never have the opportunity to be alone.

No one would give a toy that is used to vent a formal status, even if the status does not require much dignitary.

The movement of his hands didn't stop, and while he continued to knead Queen Pars's shoulder, he continued: "The rude and rude people in Anxie outside have retreated a lot, and there are still some diehards who haven't left. It seems that they plan to stay here The residence outside the palace is temporarily staying. Also, I heard..." He stopped after half a sentence, Pals frowned, turned his head and glared at him, Wade immediately lowered his head, revealing A frightened countenance.

"Say!", this syllable was almost squeezed out by Queen Pars from her teeth, the rest of the unfinished words must not be pleasant words, she doesn't like it, but she must know.

"They say that if you are a tyrant and you don't let Earl Tretter go, they won't leave until you acquit Earl Tretter."

"Dream!", Queen Pars gritted her teeth and squeezed out two syllables, "I will definitely not do what they wish! They are whimsical!"

Just when Queen Pars was regretting her recklessness, Treite had already passed a simple review and was sent to the Royal Prison.The Royal Prison is like an independent castle, and the gray tone makes it look full of despair.Every soldier, every executioner, and executioner was filled with a gloomy aura. They wore hoods or face armors that could cover almost all of their faces, except for two cold eyes.

They looked at the prisoners held here, as if they were looking at a mouse or a stone, without the slightest human touch.

Being locked up here, no matter how powerful they are outside or how famous they are, they all disappear the moment they enter here. Their only identity is that of a political prisoner.

Tretter's face was slightly pale, and his feet were tied with shackles. When he walked, the fine steel chains dragged the ground, making the friction sound of metal being dragged.He walked through the not-so-long corridor and entered the interior of the castle.In front of him are rows of pens leading up to the head cage.Many of the cages were empty, not messy, and seemed to be cleaned regularly.Some cages were filled with people, and the living conditions were not bad, with a bed, a table, two stools, and daily equipment for grooming and defecation.These devices are firmly nailed to the ground, and the finger-thick rivets make it impossible for these things to be moved a little bit.

The eyes of these prisoners were numb and cold, without a trace of expression.Even if there are occasionally one or two whose eyes are slightly lively, they still look depressed.

The political prisoners held here will either die here and never see the light of day, or they will be rushed to the execution ground and become the souls of the executioner.

"Go in!" The soldier behind him with only his eyes exposed slammed Tretter, who staggered forward and was pushed into a cage. The soldier's cold voice was almost devoid of emotion, "If you need anything, please tell me Us, books, or letters. Every day at 15:[-] in the morning, at [-]:[-] noon, and at [-]:[-] in the evening, you will be arranged to eat in the restaurant, and there will be a [-]-minute break after the meal. Do you have any questions?"

Tretter looked down at his shackles, the soldier knelt down, unfastened the heavy shackles for him, and locked the iron door.

Looking at the cold cage with no personal space at all, Treite smiled wryly, and only hoped that Ren's arrangement would work and get him out of this damned place as soon as possible.

After several days without the slightest movement, he began to get restless.He didn't know what was going on outside, and he didn't know what kind of backup Rennes had arranged to help him get out of here.In the endless waiting, his emotions began to run wild little by little.

He kept walking back and forth, sitting down when he was tired, and standing up when he was rested.He asked the soldiers for a few books, but he couldn't read even a single word.

Just when he was being imprisoned until he was about to lose his mind, when he was resting after lunch that day, a guy who was also a prisoner approached him.

(End of this chapter)