The next morning, after tiptoeing the door shut and telling the servants not to disturb Serena, Reynard left the castle and walked towards the center of the town.

Before leaving Fort Saint-Brieu, he had to say hello to Baron Hammidon, and in addition to making sure that he would not be forgotten, he wanted to see if he could pluck some more hair from the iron rooster.

Baron Hamilton usually works in his villa in the center of the town, and only summons his subordinates to the castle for secret discussions when he encounters important matters.

In about ten minutes, Renard came to the front of the small two-story building.

Unlike other surrounding masonry buildings, this small building is made entirely of stone, which is sturdy and atmospheric, fully reflecting the status and authority of the lord.

However, when Renard stepped into the villa, he was almost stimulated to heart failure by the lavish furnishings inside.

Maybe it's to show his financial resources, or maybe his own taste is not very high, the villa is full of golden and red bright colors, which makes people can't open their eyes.

The walls were sprayed with golden paint, the floor was covered with golden tiles, the floor was covered with a thick reddish-brown carpet, the tables, chairs, chandeliers, ceilings, all were golden and red, and even the candlesticks were golden.

The vases placed around were also uniformly gorgeous, and at the same time, Reynard's heart twitched slightly, and he secretly thought to himself: the old guy actually has a special preference for golden yellow and reddish-brown.

This is Renard's misunderstanding, in fact, the most popular decoration style among the nobles of Arthur's Kingdom is like this, and the other party is just following the crowd.

Of course, people made castles and palaces in this style, and it is estimated that the villas were built in this way.

Passing through the almost luxurious living room, he made his way to the second floor, where the décor was normal and nothing was eye-catching.

Entering the office, Renard finally met Baron Hamilton, who was enjoying his meal.

The lord's face was full of smiles, as if something was happy, but after seeing him, the smile on his face quickly retracted, and he no longer looked half amiable.

If you have to make an image analogy, it is appropriate to change your face.

Baron Hammidon coughed lightly, motioned for the servant to remove the dishes, and then stared at the uninvited guest with burning eyes.

Renard didn't care about the other party's bad attitude at all, he came to the table and saluted respectfully: "Good afternoon, father." ”

"Well, is there something wrong?" Baron Hamilton looked indifferent, and gently wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, which was quite nondescript to match his five big and three thick figures.

The baron was a little curious in his heart, he had the impression that his son had never come to this villa, because this was the place where he kept his mistress, why did he make an exception today?

Renard didn't care what the other party thought, and said bluntly: "Father, I want to go out and travel, and then go to Constantinople to continue my martial arts. ”

"That's a good idea. Baron Hamilton did not refuse, but he did not directly agree, which is more thought-provoking.

"Do you think so too?" Reynard's tone was flat, he felt that the other party would not refuse him, after all, he was the scourge of Fort Saint-Brieu, and if he left, it was estimated that it would be too late for the other party to be happy.

Surprisingly, however, Baron Hamilton frowned, as if it were a difficult decision.

After a long silence, the baron took a deep breath, and then shook his head slightly: "No." ”

Renard couldn't help but grow his mouth, is this the father in his memory who wants to throw himself into the sky?

He wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted by the other party directly waving his hand: "I know what you think." ”

Baron Hamilton glanced at his son deeply and added: "Although the matter of the academy is not your fault, if you want to go back and take revenge, it is your fault, you must know how much trouble you will bring to the Duncan family if you really succeed in revenge." ”

Renard was silent, he was not satisfied with such an answer, but he could not deny the fact that the enemy set up by the scum Renard was too strong, even to the point that the Duncan family feared it.

However, he had no choice, what a joke, if he didn't go to Constantinople, in two years you would have to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

So Renard bravely took two steps forward and said in a tough tone: "I want to go back, of course I can promise not to retaliate, after all, I am just to successfully complete my studies." ”

"Do you think your words are credible, you haven't caused me much trouble all these years!" said Baron Hamilton's expression.

Then he slapped his napkin on the table impatiently and reprimanded, "I don't want to hear anything about the Academy of Constantinople, and this is the end of the matter." ”

In the past, the Baron would indeed be happy to get rid of this scourge, but after experiencing the pain of almost losing the other party, he is now very afraid of losing this son, and of course he is even more afraid that the other party will cause great trouble.

Thinking of the scene where his wife told him to take care of his son before leaving, Baron Hamilton felt a heartache for no reason, and he said in a deep voice: "I used to be too tired of you, and from now on you will honestly stay at home and study." ”

Looking at his father, who had a serious face, Renard pursed his mouth unwillingly, and then thought of the other party's strong style, he knew that he couldn't be hard, and finally he could only sigh in frustration and turn around and leave the villa.

Looking at his son's depressed back, Baron Hamilton didn't know what it was like, he saw every move of the other party in the past two months, as if he had changed someone.

If he hadn't asked a few very private questions on the side, and the other party answered them fluently, he would have wondered if this was his son.

Could it be that this incident hit him so hard?

Baron Hammiton shook his head vigorously, putting his unrealistic thoughts behind him, his son was a notoriously scumbag with a skin thicker than the city walls, how could he be hit, at best, he was not angry for a while.

The baron thought he understood his son, but as everyone knows, everyone has their own limits to bear, especially people with an extreme personality like the scum Renard, whose tolerance is even inferior to that of ordinary people.

Just imagine, a pampered rich boy was framed for voyeurism, then pressed to the ground and beaten in front of many classmates, and finally stripped naked and paraded in the street, can he endure this humiliation?

And there is no way to complain, and even the mentor thinks it is his fault, how can this kind of grievance be described in words.

Renard walked down the road, his anger burning in his heart, he had to say it, he wanted to let those people know what it would mean to anger him.

I don't know when, the otaku Renard has been deeply substituted for the role of scum Renard.