"His Majesty the Great Roman Emperor appointed Zhao Hu as the successor of the Marquis and the lord of the Zhao Clan's territory、、、、、"

Zhao Hu listened quietly, his mind blank. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Young master, take the order quickly!"

The voice of the old butler on the side pulled Zhao Hu back to reality from his contemplation, and the old butler who was crawling beside Zhao Hu saw that the face of the envoy of the empire above was getting more and more ugly, and his little master was still lying on the ground motionless in a daze, and he couldn't help but anxiously push Zhao Hu with his hand.

Seeing Zhao Hu staggering to his feet, he took the "Letter of Command from the Imperial Envoy" in a sluggish manner, and the old butler hurriedly handed the envoy a money bag wrapped in 1,000 small gold coins, and apologized apologetically, "Lord Kane, I'm really sorry, you also know about my young master's illness, and please don't mind his rudeness." ”

The imperial envoy weighed the weight of the money bag slightly, his originally ice-like face turned a little ruddy, and he smiled disapprehantly, "How can this be, Duke Ike of the Imperial Capital is a good friend of me, how can I blame his most beloved grandson?"

The envoy looked at Zhao Hu, who was still standing sluggishly with the appointment letter on the side, and couldn't help but shake his head with emotion: "It's a pity that the famous Imperial Falcon Family is also gone!" ”

Looking at the hunchback of the old housekeeper who respectfully saw off the imperial envoy, Zhao Hu's dream-like feeling hit like a tide, and the unsteadiness in his heart made Zhao Hu feel confused!

Seeing that his young master began to be in a daze again, the old housekeeper who had accompanied the family for two generations couldn't help but ask himself, "Is the Falcon family really in decline?" Where will this once famous family go in the hands of this mentally handicapped family leader? ”

Zhao Hu lay on the bed, his eyes wide open, searching for the memory of this little nobleman named Zhao Hu in the memory in his head.

This is a continental plate called Hagus, on which are scattered hundreds of empires and empires of various sizes, and the little lord who possessed himself is a small nobleman called the Roman Empire, and this family is praised by the king as "Imperial Falcons" for their bravery in battle! ”

The little nobleman who possessed himself was a sluggish man since he was a child, but he had a strong grandfather who served as the Minister of Military Affairs in the imperial capital.

According to the traditional primogeniture system, he has just succeeded as the patriarch of the Imperial Falcon family, which has caused dissatisfaction among several other family branches, and they have announced their departure from the orthodoxy of the family a few days ago and officially become the new nobles.

This made the originally large Falcon family's territory also fragmented, and now only the Zhao family's relatively fertile territory is still controlled by his own family's orthodox hands.

What should I do? The side branch of the family is eyeing their own territory, if it weren't for the power of the grandfather's family, this Zhao family's territory doesn't know who it will be assigned to? It is said that several side branches also went to the imperial capital to find help, but in front of the domineering grandfather, they had to compromise.

But for the division of the Falcon family itself, the grandfather, as an outsider, has no choice, and for his own mentally handicapped grandson, the domineering military minister has only one sentence: "The falcon's wings have been broken, let it fend for itself on the road!" ”

In the midst of the doubts and confusion, Zhao Hu could no longer support his heavy eyelids, and his mind fell asleep in confusion.

"Zhao Hu, you little liar! You get me out, old thing, I know he's in there! Go and get him out of here!" Zhao Hu, who was still asleep early in the morning, was awakened by the noisy fighting sound outside the bedroom, listening to the familiar sharp and high-pitched female voice outside, Zhao Hu couldn't help but think of the image of a middle-aged noblewoman.

Mrs. Zhao Li, the sister of the former lord Zhao En, and the aunt of Zhao Hu, this arrogant woman has been moving around for her son to be able to ascend to the throne of the patriarch of the Falcon family.

"What's the noise, it's disturbing and quiet early in the morning!"

Zhao Hu got up in a daze, and angrily opened the bedroom door, only to find that the old housekeeper had already been knocked over to the ground, and the outside was smashed into a mess, and in the corridor of the stairs, the servants and servants of the family were chased and beaten by more than a dozen big men wearing light scale armor, staggering and wailing all over the place.

According to the convention, there are fifty guard knights stationed in the family headquarters, but because they have no confidence in their mentally handicapped master, these hundreds of knights who originally rushed to the glorious banner of the "Falcon Family" have no hope for the new master who is about to take over, and there will be no future under an idiot lord.

The ruin of the Falcon family is doomed, these knights who come in pursuit of glory and wealth will not continue to stay in this hopeless place, and they have chosen to leave the Falcon family, resulting in the current family headquarters except for servants and servants, there is no orthodox knight, this time as a side branch of the family, Aunt Zhao Li came to the door with more than a dozen knights, and almost did not suffer any decent resistance.

After jolting over one of the guards, John, the knight who rushed to the front, suddenly found himself in front of him, and there was no obstacle between the idiot lord and himself.

"I got him!" John rushed towards Zhao Hu with a strange scream, and a pair of big hands with thick bones clenched excitedly.

"Young Master, run!" The old butler, who was trampled by a knight, saw Zhao Hu who suddenly appeared at the door of the bedroom, and the old butler, who had a premonition, reminded his idiot master loudly, but found that a tall and burly knight was already like a lion rushing into the flock, easily breaking through the barrier of the family guards, and rushed towards Zhao Hu with a hideous face.

"It's over, if Young Master Zhao Hu falls into their hands, he will definitely be put under house arrest, and the patriarch of the Falcon family will be replaced again!"

All the servants of the Falcon family felt a desolation in their hearts, the once powerful family had fallen so quickly, had the falcon's wings really been broken? It was reduced to the point of being bullied by the hen!

In addition to hearing from Young Master Zhao Hu's room, in addition to the young master's unique high and short screams, there was also a crisp sound of "pop, pop", which made all the people who were still outside the door stand there.

It's too similar to the sound of doing that kind of thing, and it would be understandable if there were a couple of men and women in it now, but there were only the chubby idiot and the burly John, could they 、、、、

Imagine the burly John pressing on a white and chubby fat man and squirming, all of them feel the desire to vomit in their throats, no wonder John is so heroic, no wonder he rushes up so perverted excitement, it turns out that he has this hobby.

"I'm fighting with you!" A guard of the Falcon family, no longer ignoring the rule of drawing a sword in the empire and killing him, angrily drew his knight's sword, with a pair of burning red eyes on his red face, it was too insulting to send such a pervert to arrest his young master.

According to the Empire, drawing a sword against a knight means that the knight is challenged to the death, and the challenged knight can kill the challenger without being held responsible.

"I'll beat you to death!"

"I'll let you not learn well from a young age!"

"I'll let you into someone's room without knocking!"

As the sound of scolding came from Zhao Hu's room, to everyone's surprise, it was the burly John who stumbled backwards.

In front of him, the idiot young master, who everyone thought was being beaten, was slapping John's face again and again with his fat palm like a storm.

The blood that flew from John's face and even stained the walls was a little scarlet, the exact opposite of which made the people in the hall sluggish.

"I didn't expect this dead fat man's body to be so good, it's simply the best material for cultivating Neijia Boxing!"

Just when Zhao Hu saw John rushing towards him, Zhao Hu, who had awakened part of his memory, naturally reacted, but found that the speed of blood and qi in his body could reach several times that of his memory, which couldn't help but make Zhao Hu overjoyed.

John's movements, which were running, suddenly became extremely slow in Zhao Hu's eyes, just like the slow motion that slowed down a hundred times faster in a movie, and the whole world became silent at once, and Zhao Hu could even feel the air flow around him, like a swirling water.

"Smack!"

John, who had just rushed into the door excitedly, suddenly found that the fat man on the opposite side with a panicked face flashed a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, Zhao Hu's fat palm had already been quickly and fiercely pumped on the right side of his face with a protruding cheekbone, and the huge force directly made John dizzy, and his two front teeth flew into the sky.

Before John could get back to his senses, he felt that the high bridge of his nose had been broken by the palm of the terrifying fat man, and his entire nose was dripping with blood, and the nosebleeds were scattered uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, John, who had been slapped in the face by a storm from the fat man, felt like he had been attacked by an angry bear that had just been disturbed by a hunter and woke up from hibernation.

The most hateful thing is this idiot fat man, who is still howling all kinds of "ah, ah" screams in his mouth, and people who don't know still think that it is this dead fat man who is being beaten now.

"Smack! Syllable! The loud slap made the whole hall fall into dead silence, if it was still pity for the idiot young master just now, now everyone felt a kind of horror in their faces, and every crisp slap seemed to be whipped in their faces.

No one had imagined that the most common form of corporal punishment such as the slap could be so powerful, and that never-ending "snapping" sound could touch the deepest fear in one's heart even when one's eyes were closed.