No matter how much attachment and reluctance there was in her heart, she still walked without any hesitation.
Even the way she left was so clean and free, giving Ren the feeling that he was kicked out by the Valkyrie...
Unsurprisingly, once he returned to the pre-liberation period, he once again lived a miserable solitary life. No one washed or cooked food, no one slept with him, no one could talk to each other... he had to rely on himself for food and daily living.
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"It's degenerate. It seems that decadent capitalism has eaten too much sugar-coated bullets."
Renne, who was suddenly not used to having no one to take care of him, sighed.
As for his servants and subordinates, they are also on holiday.
Although Hanfeng is on the street, the New Year is about to come. As a conscientious entrepreneur, social activist, philanthropist, and model of the new aristocracy in the kingdom, Renne generously gave annual leave to the cowboy Garcia and the maid Beatrice.
But there is no need for him to return to Bu Shen City.
Although he is from Bu Shen City, Miss Catherine is no longer here. He doesn't even own a property there and has dropped out of school. There is no need to go back.
Therefore, he was the only one left in the entire villa for the time being.
However, Ren is not really alone. Artoria is about to go home to spend the New Year with him.
Although it is not the Spring Festival, the New Year still needs to be celebrated to some extent.
Therefore, Ren announced that he was recovering from his injuries at home. Two days later, he found some people to repair the courtyard, walls, etc. that were damaged due to the battle with Han Feng.
"It's time to buy some more New Year's goods. The market will be closed soon. Although we have stored some ingredients and drinks before, the foodie king is going home. I'm afraid it's not enough..."
Ren's mouth twitched as he thought of the terrifying appetite of King Da Mao.
He discovered something interesting before.
When he was at home with the girl, the ingredients in the cold box seemed to be consumed faster than when he lived in the villa with six or seven servants...
"I think she not only has the heart of a dragon, but also the appetite of a dragon!"
Unable to help but complain, in front of a full-length mirror, Ren put on hairspray and sprayed on men's perfume.
Then, wearing a suit and leather tie, he put on his tie, picked up the silver-inlaid peach wood cane next to the clothes hanger, put on his jazz brooch, and then walked out of the door of the small villa.
However, before Renn could get on the carriage, a group of "sharks" that smelled blood quickly surrounded him.
"Hello, Master Ackermann, I am a reporter from the Faroland Post. Can I interview you?"
"Hello, dear Sir Ackerman, I am a reporter from People magazine. We would like to have you on the cover of the next issue of the magazine. Is that okay?"
"Hello, young Master Ackerman, I am a reporter from "Wisteria Daily"..."
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As soon as Ren ran out of the villa, he was almost blinded by the flash.
A group of reporters and photographers carrying cameras or notebooks seemed to have been waiting for a long time. They immediately gathered around. There were more people than last time, hundreds of them.
'Is it because I'm so handsome that I've become a traffic star?'
The reporters' attitude made Renn a little suspicious - he was too popular recently, or the reporters were too full.
In fact, he still underestimated the influence of the killer "Han Feng".
That was a man who had become an urban legend and was even included in a collection of Faroran folk horror stories.
Moreover, he is the most newsworthy in the entire city of Melova!
Today is December 28th, the declaration of war, and the auction has ended long ago. People such as Carl the Butcher and Gonzalez, the leader of the Knights Templar, have long since left.
And as the New Year approaches, the saint "Dawn Horn" Wade, Axe Alex, Valkyrie, Princess Sophie, "Holy White Sword" Michelle, and even "Human-Headed Dog" Hal... these people also
They all left one after another.
At present, in Merova City, apart from the saint "Queen of Dreams" Lucy, the most famous person is Master Ackerman.
Lucy has been keeping a low profile recently and has nothing to talk about. After being severely beaten, the Marquis of Ron Duchy seemed to understand something and did not dare to propose in front of her again...
As a result, Sir Ackerman, who has been making trouble and making constant moves, has naturally become the darling of reporters.
"Line up and come one by one."
Being surrounded by reporters and unable to get out, Ren regretted giving his servants and subordinates a holiday.
Invincible, he got lost again and had to accept an interview.
"Master Ackerman, may I ask, is it because you were too seriously injured after being attacked by Han Feng that you haven't left home these days?" asked a reporter with long burgundy hair.
Ren started to tell lies:
"Yes, I was seriously injured and I just recovered a little today."
Although the injury was completely healed at noon the next day, he didn't want others to know that he was extremely resilient. The less people knew about Avalon's trump card, the better.
"Sir Ackerman, can you tell me why Han Feng wants to assassinate you?" asked another reporter.
Of course, reporters cannot be satisfied with such perfunctory remarks.
Everyone began to ask questions, and found out that Gan Yixing had better information, so someone asked him if he had offended the "Night Clown", testing his voice in an attempt to dig out some breaking news.
In response to this, Ren was like - "Yeah, what you said makes sense, and your questions are of a high standard...but by the way, I don't know anything."
Han Feng is the trump card of the "Dark Night Clown". With his death, this underground organization should stop for a while and maybe give up targeting him.
Wren and the Night Clown are not fighting to the death.
At this time, he will not say things he shouldn't say to continue to incite hatred.
He has to pass the level of the ghoul clan first. As for the future, he will definitely return with vicious revenge!
"Master Ackerman, a week ago, I had the honor to interview Michelle, the 'Holy White Sword', outside the train station. He spoke highly of you and said that you are a true warrior with rich combat experience and strong strength...
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How do you feel about his high recognition?"
Seeing that nothing of value could be found, a fat reporter changed the subject.
As soon as this question came up, many reporters stared at Renne intently.
This is actually very rare, and Michelle rarely praises anyone.
"Nowhere, compared to me, he is a real warrior, either when he is killing demons, or on the way to kill demons... I admire his courage and perseverance.
In my opinion, he is a man of noble character and uprightness!”
Renn coughed lightly and started the business exchange.
The people carrying the sedan chair carried people and complimented each other, it was just basic operations. Besides, he really admired the man with facial paralysis.
After defeating the Demon Realm together, he and Michelle talked several times.
Michelle, known as the "mad dog of the church," considers herself to be just an insignificant "scavenger."
He regards demons as "non-recyclable garbage". To him, hunting demons is as common as sweeping the garbage every day.
In fact, among the young generation of strong players in mainland China, Michel may not be the strongest, but his record is the best.
What impressed Renn the most was that he once said a famous saying - "This world is dirty again."
At that time, Ren was so shocked that he almost thought that Emperor Qi Tian had come to the world...
In short, this is definitely a ruthless person, and there are still many opportunities for him to deal with Michelle, because next February, he will take King Da Mao to Wisteria City, the royal capital, to participate in the "Saint Selection" of the Church of Light.
So, in front of reporters, Renne began to brag about Michelle.
He almost didn't describe the other party as a saint on earth, a "light of righteousness", an angel of justice... Finally, the reporters got tired of hearing the commercial exchanges and took the initiative to change the topic:
"Master Ackerman, this time you designed to kill Han Feng...
Therefore, there are some rumors in the market that you have an affair with Princess Sophie or the Valkyrie, which is why you can get their help. Is this true? "
"Rumors are all rumors. It's just an ordinary cooperation. After all, Han Feng is a wanted criminal in many countries."
Of course, Ren shook his head and denied it.
There was more than just an affair between him and Valkyrie... but the love affair was not suitable for public exposure, although there were actually some people who knew about it.
A reporter did not give up:
"Really? This plan is obviously led by you, and they are all cooperating with you... Is there really nothing between you?"
"No, don't make up your mind... However, I have indeed admired the two princesses for a long time. They are both goddesses in my mind." Ren replied seriously.
Reporter A became excited: "Do you like them?"
Renn: "Of course, I don't think any man would dislike them. After all, they are so beautiful..."
Reporter B: "Which princess do you like more?"
Renn: "Princess Kesha, she is more in line with my aesthetics. To tell you the truth, she has always been my goddess."
Reporter B: "Excuse me, are you planning to pursue Valkyrie?"
Renn: "Of course."
The reporters on the scene were immediately excited, they smelled the big news.
Reporter C pushed his way through the crowd and asked loudly:
"Master Ackerman, Princess Kesha has many suitors, including princes from many countries and heirs of noble families... Although you are also very good, how can you ensure that you can defeat so many love rivals?"
Ren snorted and said domineeringly:
"Because I am more determined than them and admire her more. If given the chance, I would drink the Valkyrie's bathwater!"
Reporters: “…”
There was silence for a moment, and then the reporters climaxed.
"Oh my God, this is crazy!"
"This... is really an astonishing statement."
"Master Ackerman, may I ask, are you serious?"
Flashing lights continued, and many reporters were excited, pushing each other, trying to get Lane to answer his questions, and some were writing furiously in their notebooks.
"Shocked! Master Ackerman expressed that he is willing to drink Valkyrie's bath water!"
"Princess Kesa's strongest licker──Sir Ackerman!"
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Many reporters are already thinking about tomorrow's headlines.
You don't need to guess to know that unless something unexpected happens, Master Ackerman will definitely steal tomorrow's news headlines, at least the headlines in the entertainment section of newspapers.
Lane's words ignited the reporters' passion, the atmosphere at the scene was high, and there were more and more questions.
Reporter A asked again: "Excuse me, what do you think of the fact that Zamo, an indigenous Kangao man, killed the son of Count Ange?"
Ren narrowed his eyes slightly: "I think there's nothing to say. Of course it's wrong to kill people, and so are Kangao people... But the earl's son is a scumbag, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil.
This kind of garbage is just a waste of food, so it is better to die soon!"
These highly offensive remarks excited reporters again.
Even if someone knew that Sir Ackerman had a conflict with some Southern nobles, it would still be newsworthy.
There is no need for Ren to be polite, just spray the god of possession and fight back.
The kingdom generally does not allow fair and square fighting between nobles.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to attack him directly, and it is impossible for Count Ange to bring a group of masters from the Noble Alliance and strong men from the temple to beat him. There is no mortal enemy between them. The contest is basically conducted in secret, or
Attack each other in the newspapers.
Reporter B: “Do you think the count’s youngest son deserves to die?”
Renn: "Isn't this obvious? It's so despicable to rob other people's women in broad daylight. I think Count Ange should improve his family tradition."
Reporter Ding: "Do you think the earl is incompetent in raising his son?"
Rennes began to blast his old rival:
"It's not just a case of poor parenting, this is connivance. Can the earl's youngest son be considered a human being? He practices loan sharking, gathers people for lewdness, takes drugs, forces good girls into prostitution, and oppresses the tenant farmers in the territory... It's simply a smelly piece of shit!
I would really like to ask Count Ange how he cultivated a fresh pile of stinky shit."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hahahaha..."
Some reporters couldn't help but laugh. Sir Ackerman's words were so sharp.
The interview was carried out in a heated atmosphere. After being blocked for almost a whole morning, Lane was let go by the reporters.
Renn's shocking words were not just for limelight and sensationalism, but for many reasons.
Not to mention that his relationship with Valkyrie will be exposed sooner or later. Now, the more social attention is paid to him, the safer he is...
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The next day, December 29, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.
When reporters' interviews about Lane were published in major newspapers, as expected, his high-profile posture and shocking remarks caused a huge sensation.
"Snapped!"
In the castle, holding a newspaper in his hand, Count Ange became more and more angry as he read it, his face turned livid, and he smashed the wine glass into pieces!
In this newspaper interview about Lane, without mentioning other issues, almost half of the space was spent frantically smearing and mocking the Southern Noble Alliance.
The Ange family was the first to bear the brunt, describing his son as a piece of shit and still deserved to die... How could the Earl endure this?
"Ren Ackerman, you bastard! How dare you humiliate me like this! And those indigenous baboons, damn, damn! You all deserve to die!"
Count Ange was so angry that he swept his arms and swept the breakfast on the table to the ground.
"Get out, get out of here!"
There was a loud crackling sound in the restaurant, and cups, dishes, knives and forks, milk, bread and other things fell to the floor. The servants were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.
"Sir, Inspector General Omar rejected our overtures... Just now, the indigenous Zamo was taken away by people from the 7th Bureau. He will be detained in prison for ten years."
At this time, a thin old butler wearing a white magic robe walked over with a helpless expression.
"Kill my son, attack my castle, and destroy the dignity of the Ange family. Ten years in prison?! Those indigenous baboons are bullying others too much! They are bullying others too much!"
Count Ange's face was ashen and he cursed with a ferocious expression.
"Sir, in order to deal with the current situation on the plains, the kingdom needs the support of the Kangao people in the hinterland of the plains, so it will naturally favor them..." The old housekeeper looked sad.
"I understand, I understand, I just can't swallow this breath!"
Count Ange tore the newspaper into pieces and said through gritted teeth.
He hated the arrogant Ryan Ackerman, and even more hated the Kangao people.
Attacking the castle and killing direct family members, but in the end he was still unable to deal with the murderer. This was undoubtedly a provocation and humiliation to the authority of a noble!
Count Ange wanted to skin the native Zamo alive, but unfortunately he intervened in the 7th game and he didn't dare to object at all!
Compared with many other countries in the mainland, the power of the Faroran royal family is quite large.
Politically, nobles at all levels, especially the new nobles (such as Wren), basically belong directly to the king, unlike other countries where they are loyal to each other at different levels, which strengthens the centralization of the royal family.
Economically, the Farolan royal family held the monopoly rights over salt and iron.
In terms of currency, the royal family has the sole right to create currency.
The territory belongs to the lord, but there are three aspects where the royal family has successfully intervened.
The first is city construction and currency system.
Not only did the construction of the castle require royal approval, but the management of the city (including the port) also required the participation of royal representatives, and the royal family collected one-tenth of the tax.
The royal family has regulations on the mining and smelting of iron, copper, gold, silver and other metals in the territory. Copper and iron can be mined and smelted by the lords themselves, but gold and silver must be mined and smelted under the supervision of the royal family.
The royal family collects one of the coins and is not allowed to mint it privately, but is only allowed to sell it to the royal family (the price is of course different).
The second is military.
Freemen are allowed to provide their own weapons, while knights are allowed to have a team of ten, hereditary knights are allowed to have a team of fifty, baron is allowed to have a team of 200, viscount is allowed to have a team of 500, earl is allowed to have a team of 800, and marquis is allowed to have a team of 1,500.
, and the Duke only had an army of 4,000 men, and had made clear military regulations.
(There is no actual duke in Farrowland, so I won’t mention the palace title. Duke Norton is a joke, and he can be humiliated and beaten by Ren, who has just been promoted to master.)
Third, in terms of justice.
The Public Security Bureau has no right to intervene in ordinary cases that occur in the private domain of the nobles. They are tried by the judicial institutions established by the lords themselves.
But once extraordinary beings and demons are involved... Bureau 7 has the right to intervene and deal with it, and its authority is higher than that of the lord.
All nobles control their own cities, local customs duties, their own armies, and can mint coins at will. The royal family's territory is so small that the royal family cannot even order lower-level vassals...
All of the above are already ancient events of the Fourth Age.
therefore.
Even if the people in the 7th game didn't give any face and took away the indigenous Zamo, Count Ange wouldn't dare to let out a fart!
"Ahh...ah!"
Count Ange was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot.
In fact, compared to the revenge of killing his son, the trampling of the authority of his lord by the natives was what he could not tolerate the most.
The indigenous Zamo was taken away, making the Ange family almost a laughing stock - they couldn't even deal with the murderer of a direct member of the family. Of course, this was actually related to the indigenous troubles, otherwise the 7th Bureau might not have intervened.
As for whether it was the fault of the seventh game──Count Ange couldn't even think about it.
The old housekeeper pondered for a moment and then said:
"Master, I always feel that although this incident seems like an accident, it is a bit strange. There seems to be someone behind the scenes pushing it...
Maybe it has something to do with Ryan Ackerman."
The mastermind?
Count Ange was startled, suppressed his anger, and began to think.
