My name is Ren

Chapter 290 A Qualified Politician Should Be A Disabled Person Who Can't See, Hear, And Be Mentally Retarded

"you are?"

Tretter's hair is messy, maybe everyone here is like this, they will always involuntarily scratch their hair or push their foreheads when they are manic, crazy, or desperate.Here, there is no expensive animal oil for them to maintain their hair, and there is no maid to comb their hair uninterrupted every day. In this environment that can drive people crazy, emotions cause subtle changes in body functions, making their hair Hair quality is also getting worse.

So almost every prisoner who can see has a messy, withered and yellowed hair like a chicken coop.

But this person beside me is an exception.

Terrett's heart was inexplicably more peaceful, and he looked up and down at the prisoner who was sitting next to him.He was very young, in his 30s, his complexion was surprisingly rosy compared to the pale and gray of other people.His hair was a little gray, but it was combed meticulously.He has a slightly sharp chin, narrow eye slits, and when he squints and looks around, there is an inexplicable hostility in his eyes.

This person's aura gives people a very strange feeling. Others are exuding all kinds of negative emotions, but he only has calmness and a coldness like an abyss that can't be seen at a glance.Sitting next to him, being stimulated by the chill that seemed to escape from him, goose bumps all over his body.

The man smiled at Tretter. All the muscles and expressions on his face indicated that he was "smiling" at this moment, except for his eyes, which were as calm as facing a cloud of air, without any hint of a smile. Meaning, "Hello, Your Excellency. Maybe you have heard of my name!" At this time, his eyes finally had a wave of fluctuation, a trace of arrogance, but it quickly disappeared, and it was still as calm as before, " I am Bowen, Bowen of Bell Province."

He didn't introduce his surname, but Treite straightened up after a shock. He was shocked to see this thin young nobleman, it was him!

Bowen burned the entire city of Seiliu with a fire, and tens of thousands of people died in the fire, which shook the entire empire and the entire continent.It is not uncommon for nobles to kill a few civilians. In history, some brutal nobles once massacred one or two villages, but that is all.Even in large-scale wars, it is rare for so many civilians to be killed or injured.Bowen did, and he just lit a fire in his rage, leaving his name in Orlando history.

Maybe the name doesn't mean anything positive, but so what?
Others might not care, but Tretter did.He also wants to leave his name in history, but definitely not in this way.

"Hi, sir, I'm Tretter."

At this time, Bowen treated Treite like an ordinary passer-by. He smiled again, and there was still no fluctuation in his eyes, "I know you, your speech is very exciting."

"You have won the prize!" Something seemed to explode in Tretter's heart. He was sure that whether he could go out had something to do with the Earl of Bowen.He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked around with flickering eyes, opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Seemingly seeing Twright's contradictory attitude at this time, Bowen said: "Don't worry, we all have the same friends. And although this is a royal prison, it doesn't mean that some irrelevant news cannot be sent in. I I have read your speech in the newspaper, and it is indeed very inspiring. This empire is already decayed and needs to be changed urgently. You will lead this force, change this empire, and even change the world.”

Tretter's mood at this time was very strange, uneasy, but also extraordinarily peaceful, and the eyes he looked at Bowen softened a lot.Confidence and pride returned to him once again.His aura has undergone a huge change, he is no longer panicked, and he is no longer confused about the future.A person's self-confidence from the inside out can immediately change a person's external state.

Bowen sighed suddenly. He put one hand on Tretter's shoulder and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I have to do this!"

Before Tretter could react, Bowen suddenly took out a sharp table knife from his prison trousers, and ruthlessly thrust it into Tretter's chest.He had a ferocious face like a crazy killer, and he turned the tableware used to cut food into a murder weapon to take away other people's lives one after another.Tretter was overwhelmed by Bowen's sudden assassination. He didn't react for a second or two, and he was stabbed four or five times.By the time he pushed Bowen away, he had already been stabbed several times.Blood splashed out, and the prison clothes on his chest were soon soaked with blood. He staggered a few steps, his legs and feet were weak, and he held on to the table not to let himself fall down.

He looked at Bowen with only boundless shock and a trace of fear in his eyes.He could feel that Bowen's attack was completely aimed at his vitals without any reservation, and he could also feel that his vitality was slowly draining away with the continuous bleeding from the wound.

The damn plan, the damn method!He was in a very strange mood at this time, wanting to hate Bowen and Ren, they did such a horrible thing to him.However, he couldn't arouse much hatred. He knew that this method was enough to get him out of trouble, and he only had an inexplicable conflicted mentality in his heart.

The soldiers in charge of security immediately surrounded him, and the guards standing on the second floor looking at the entire restaurant also blew their whistles. Facing the soldiers encircling them from all directions, Bowen kicked Tretter over and jumped onto the dining table. .At this moment, his face was flushed, his veins twisted, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.There was some white spit at the corner of his mouth. He exhausted all his strength and shouted loudly: "Long live Your Majesty, long live Orlando!"

At this time, he was like a staunch royal guard, for the royal family, for Empress Pars, cutting off a troublesome figure that annoyed her.He is like a desperate warrior, composing a touching elegy with his life.

However, it's all bullshit!

This is just a transaction, exchanging one's own life for the continuation of the family.In this era when family interests are paramount, what he did was in line with everyone's values.If one person's sacrifice can change the fate of a family, it is obviously something that everyone must dedicate everything to.

Then again, whether Bowen did it or not, he would have to die in the end.Rather than dying so cowardly, being beheaded by an unknown executioner with an unknown long sword, it would be more enjoyable to be like this now.His death will bring about a turning point in the fate of the Leos family. Perhaps the Leos family can embark on another path, a better path.

Still, shit.

If he could survive, Bowen would definitely not go all out.Who wants to die?Before facing the great fear of death, death too will be weighed, and its weight will never equal the weight of selfishness.There may be "warriors" in this world who are not afraid of death, but most of the time these warriors are definitely not nobles.

As the determination flashed in his eyes, he took the edge of the table knife from his neck and squeezed everything.The carotid artery was severed, and the huge internal pressure sprayed out the blood in a splashing manner. He didn't let himself go, gathered the little strength left in his body, held the table knife with both hands behind his back, and pointed it at himself The position of the heart was inserted hard.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and countless pictures flashed through Bowen's mind.The innocence when I was young, the domineering when I was young, and the nostalgia for life and the fear of death until now.At this moment, he suddenly saw everything away, and he was relieved of everything.There is no hatred, no anger, only a faint nostalgia lingering in my heart.No matter what you have experienced or encountered in the past, this is the most precious wealth in your life, and it is a memory that belongs only to you.

All the pictures disappeared in a flash, leaving only one woman, a woman he loved and hated--Ayler.

A slight sigh sounded like a moving sign that touched the freeze-frame picture, his body fell down suddenly, his legs twitched a few times without subjective consciousness, his body trembled, and he returned to calm.

Looking at the dome, his expression was slowly extinguished like a flame that was about to be extinguished, leaving only empty eyes in the end.

Lord Bowen is dead.

This is an aristocrat who must be remembered by history, whether it is the things he did that angered people, or everything he did at this moment, will become the most important thing in history that cannot be erased.His life may be as short as a flower that blooms in summer and will wither in autumn, but he also has a splendor that others cannot have.With his short life, he embraced the world and left behind many things.

Tretter also fell to the ground, and his heaving chest would tremble from time to time. After the body was fatally injured, the mysterious human organs began to secrete more adrenaline to activate every organ, keeping these organs at their limit. overclocking status.This is a phenomenon of flashback, but it is also a manifestation of the human body's self-help function.A flush began to appear on his pale face, and his eyes became extraordinarily bright.

Judging from the appearance, he should have lost control and even consciousness at this time, and has passed out.But he himself is very clear that his consciousness is still in a state of inexplicable excitement.He can feel every subtle change in his body, he can feel the pain caused by every muscle fiber torn in the wound.He is soberly aware of what kind of power he possesses at this time, and he also feels the passing of life.

A white streak in the corner of his eyes was getting closer and closer, and the burst of adrenaline was about to end, his world became darker, and he gradually fell into a coma.

"Quick, bring him back to life immediately!", the warden ran over with his belly full of sweat dripping from his forehead.He didn't panic when the whistle sounded, there were always some new nobles who were going to explode in despair.He has seen many nobles like this, no matter how noble and powerful they are outside, as long as they are sent here, they are no different from ordinary people.Be as fearful as those civilians, and then explode.

But when the guard ran into his room and told him that Lord Bowen had killed the Hereditary Earl of Tretter and then committed suicide, he felt a rush of piss.He shivered, and ran over at a speed that he had never experienced before.

In front of him was a bishop wearing a white robe. The bishop raised his palm with a calm expression, and a healing spell quickly entered Treite's body, followed by successive healing spells pouring down like a flood.

Treite's body, which was about to die, suddenly moved.The healing technique allowed his body to function again, the blood supply began to stabilize, the blood pressure gradually increased, and the almost invisible rise and fall of his chest began to move rhythmically again.

He was dragged back from the brink of death by the bishop.

Just like all the apostles are used to seeing the peace of life and death when facing the wounded, the bishop glanced at Tretter, and left in a hurry just like when he came.

"The man has been rescued. You should pay attention to rest in a short time and give him more nutritious food. As for the other..." He glanced at Bowen, who was lying on the table in a pool of blood, and shook his head , "This man's heart has been broken, and he died completely before I came, and he returned to the embrace of God."

The warden wiped the sweat from his forehead, trembling violently, this time he's in big trouble!
His lips trembled, and finally turned into a sigh.

There are spies and eyes and ears in ambush from various forces in the palace, not to mention the prison which is far less heavily guarded than the palace.Soon, the news that Earl Bowen assassinated Earl Tretter from Bell was like a whirlwind, blowing through the entire imperial capital in an instant.

The imperial capital, which was a little calm just now, is boiling again!

All the details were revealed, how Bowen assassinated Twright, then how he committed suicide, what Bowen said before committing suicide...  Every detail is constantly magnified, magnified, and re-magnified.

A person who is full of light in his heart, even in the dark, the world in his eyes is bright.On the contrary, a person with a dark heart will feel that he can't see his fingers even in the sun.

When a person's heart is full of conspiracy, everything he sees is enough to be explained by him with conspiracy.

I want to ask, who in this world is full of conspiracy and tricks?

It's nothing more than these politicians, and people who aspire to become politicians!

Bowen's cry before his death was regarded as proof of his allegiance to the royal family. Many people believed that this was not an isolated incident, nor a typical case. There was definitely a hand behind it.If you don't understand such straightforward words, then a more straightforward explanation is that Queen Pars was angry at Tretter's nonsense, so she gave a secret order for Bowen to kill Tretter.

There are many smart people and many idiots, and these idiots believe that this is the truth.

As for smart people?
They don't believe it, and they can see many problems at a glance, but at this time, they force themselves to believe that this is the truth!

This is politics!
(End of this chapter)