After seeing Serena leave, Renard collapsed lazily on the bed again, enjoying the corrupt life of the medieval aristocracy.

Because of the fusion of the memories of the original owner of the body, he didn't have much strangeness to this world, turned over, opened the interface in his mind, and he was ready to have an in-depth understanding of this system.

However, before his consciousness was fully immersed, he was awakened by a dull and thick voice: "Are you awake?"

When Renard heard this, he immediately shuddered, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he jumped up from the bed with rapid movements, and the smile on his face was completely replaced by fear.

Who else in the Château of Saint-Brieux could scare him like this, but his old son, Baron Hamilton?

Sure enough, the baron was standing in the doorway, his eyes staring at him like a falcon, his face gloomy as if he could drip water.

Baron Hamilton learned martial arts at the age of eight, became a knight at the age of fourteen and traveled the world, joined the army at the age of twenty, and his father died at the age of thirty-six.

Sixteen years of military service has left an indelible mark on his body and mind, and although he is now fifty-six years old, he still exudes a fierce aura all over his body.

He can't be strict with the discipline of the scum Renard, but beating and scolding are always unavoidable, so the scum Renard is very afraid of him.

And the game house Renard learned from the memories of the fusion that the relationship between the father and son was not very harmonious, so after seeing the other party's unkind expressions, he instinctively thought that he was looking for trouble, and immediately hid in the corner.

Baron Hammeton sighed inexplicably when he saw this, his eyes were mixed with deep disappointment, he did not rush to teach his uncompetitive son a lesson, but walked to the bed and asked condescendingly: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Reynard was stared at like this, cold sweat broke out on his spine, and he hesitated for a while before he replied respectfully: "I feel good now, let my father worry." ”

Baron Hammiton nodded flatly when he heard this: "Well, that's good." ”

After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Although I don't believe that you were struck by lightning, it is better to harm others less, after all, you are the future master of Fort St. Brieu." ”

Renard nodded in agreement, the old man in front of him was full of aura, how dare he speak disobediently.

Besides, he is no longer the second ancestor of the past, and there must be a change, and if this change is blamed on the fear of the gods, it will be logical to hide it from everyone.

When the baron saw that he agreed quickly, he couldn't be happy in his heart, he knew very well what his son looked like, if it wasn't for his only son, he really wanted to draw a knife and hack the other party to death.

"Take a break, don't always think about running outside. Silence may be a common problem of the powerful, and Baron Hamilton dropped two words and turned and walked out of the room.

Serena stood at the door and sent the other party away, and then dared to enter the door with a plate, her voice was as beautiful as the chirping of a lark: "Young master, it's time to eat." ”

Hearing this sweet and greasy voice, Baron Hammidon, who had just arrived at the corner of the stairs, suddenly stopped, and a trace of helplessness flashed on his face.

He was born in the army, and he did things vigorously, and when he killed the enemy on the battlefield, he could remain calm and calm even in the face of enemies several times his own, but he was always a little forward-looking when dealing with the issue of the heir to the territory.

The thought of the grieving Miss Florence and the clever and lovely bastard Gilbert made him feel entangled in his heart.

Battles for power often lead to bloodshed, which Baron Hammidon does not want to see, but let him hand over the territory to Renard, he is afraid that the other party will harm the foundation he has worked so hard to build.

He silently lowered his head in contemplation, not noticing that a figure suddenly flashed in the shadows at the end of the corridor.

It was an old man with gray temples, and his figure was thin, and because of his age, his back looked a little rickety, with a hooked nose, sunken cheeks, inverted triangular eyes, and bare hands that were shriveled like air-dried chicken feet.

If Renard sees this person, his first thought is probably to run away, because the other person's appearance is too suitable for the villain in the novel.

The old man quietly approached Baron Hammidon, stared at the other party's back, and said, "Lord Hammidon, what are you doing here?"

The hoarse voice woke Baron Hammidon from his contemplation, he was a high-level fighting martial artist, and he didn't even notice that someone appeared behind him, which showed the strength of the person who came.

He turned around sharply, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, with a wry smile on his face: "Your Excellency Bennett, didn't you go to the City of Plenty, when did you come back?"

Bennett was obviously the name of the hook-nosed old man, and the other party saluted respectfully and replied, "Just returned." ”

Baron Hammidon nodded, and then asked a little eagerly, "How is Mr. Steven's health?" ”

Bennett seemed talkative, but when it came to Steven, he couldn't help but hesitate, and after a long time, he sighed: "It's not a good situation, maybe it won't last next spring." ”

At this point, his expression showed regret.

"Will it last next spring?" Baron Hammidon repeated silently, with an extremely complicated expression on his face: "He is a very competent teacher, and he is also a respectable elder, I did not expect him to die in this way......"

Baron Hammidon's tone was soothing, telling of his mentorship with Steven.

Bennett was a qualified listener, and he didn't bother the other person, but listened quietly with an extraordinarily serious expression.

After a long time, Baron Hammilton woke up from the beautiful memories and smiled bitterly again: "Sorry, Mr. Bennett, I ......"

Bennett didn't give the other party a chance to apologize, and waved his hand to interrupt: "Nothing to be sorry about, I didn't behave much better than you when I learned the news." ”

Hammidon sighed slightly, looked at the field in the distance through the window, and asked meaningfully, "Has Mr. Steven already determined the heir?"

The muscles in his cheeks were tense when he asked the question, and it was clear that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

"This ......," Bennett muttered for a moment, and then replied truthfully, "Earl Steven considered the question of replacing the heir, but in the end he chose to solve the problem according to the aristocratic etiquette. ”

As he spoke, Bennett's eyes looked at the room where Renard was, and a smile slowly bloomed on the owl's face: "It was completely expected that Earl Steven made such a choice. ”

He looked at Baron Hammidon again, and said with deep meaning, "It's like your father chose you, not Young Master Leander, who is better than you. ”

Baron Hammidon's expression was stunned, and then he hung his head weakly.