Chapter 139: Alyssa Lane Folter
It was already night, and after the day's internship, Group A returned to Gaius's house, because of the increase in guests, today's dishes seemed unusually rich, and the adults were gobbling up the food amid the sound of the cups being pushed. The Norder Plateau is an extremely vast plateau, and the physical energy in the plateau is depleted faster than before, even they are a little tired after a long day's travel.
"I didn't expect that the famous Gunn Lane Folt would live here now. It seems that this trip is simply a big profit. Another small table in the tent, photographer Norton said with some emotion.
"Sure enough, Mr. Gunn is quite famous in that industry." Lane asked.
"Of course, because he single-handedly made Ryan Forte the main promoter of such a huge group after the Guiding Revolution." Norton replied as a matter of course. "And then after his daughter succeeded to the chairmanship, the group became even bigger."
"Speaking of Ryan Fort." Jusses interjected, "I used to have the impression that it was a weapons workshop that made guns that used gunpowder... I don't know when the impression shifted to the large-scale manufacture of railroads and guided weapons. β
"Well, for the aristocracy, maybe it feels that way." Norton pondered, "In fact, Ryan Forte is not only in the Empire, but also in the Empire, and his sales channels have expanded to all countries on the continent, in this sense, it may be said that he is one of the few people in the Empire who has an 'international outlook'. β
"Sure enough, Arisa's mother is very powerful...
"When you meet, it's just a person who seems to have a lot of means." Jusses agreed.
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Different from the staggered bargaining in the tent, the world outside the tent is obviously a little quiet, when the cattle and sheep are resting and the figures are returning to the house, the quiet and dark Nord Plateau from time to time blows a comfortable breeze from all sides, showing a different style.
Suddenly, the tent door opened, and Alyssa stepped out. After taking a long breath, he spit out heavily, and his beautiful red pupils looked uncertainly at the dark surroundings, and his face looked preoccupied. . . Call... It's stupid, I'm busy alone... β
"What's wrong? A man guarding the gate at the gate? Familiar voices and figures walked from the front, and Ike, who looked a little dusty, stopped in front of Arissa and asked suspiciously.
"Ike?! Are you only coming back now?! β
"Well, it's been a little delayed, but it's a good thing." Ike replied, "Are you okay compared to that?" The body is shaking and about to fall. β
"IβI'm just in a daze!" Alyssa involuntarily amplified the volume, and the sudden loudness made her brain black, and she was about to fall to the ground if her feet were unstable.
"So I said it, it's time for your stubborn personality to change." Ike rushed up and hugged Alyssa with a strong walk, "This is a plateau, and after a day of riding, don't underestimate the consumption of physical energy." β
"Yes, yes... Sorry, Ike. Alyssa replied in fits and starts.
βγγγ Want to go in? Or a blow of wind nearby? Looking at Alyssa, who was a little wrong, Ike asked.
"Just sit outside, it's a little stuffy inside... Arissa whispered in an imperceptible voice, "Ah, Ike, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" β
"We'll talk about that later. Then get it right. Ike straightened the luggage on his back and picked up Arissa, who was still a little unsteady on her feet.
"Huh! Huh?! β
"Don't move, it's going to fall."
"Cocoa, cocoa!" Alyssa, blushing, struggled and was carried by Ike as a fairly standard princess to a gentle meadow some distance from the marquee. Ike himself put his luggage and sword aside and lay down on the spot.
"Ahh To be honest, the Norder Plateau and Lure are the last places I want to visit. Ah, not because of Arisa, but because Irina is too strong. β
"Ike is like a father who often complains about work." Arizabeth glanced at Ike, and lay down next to Ike.
"So, shall we?"
"Huh? Say what? β
"Say whatever you want." Ike spread his hands, "Judging from your letter, it seems that I have a lot of bitter water, and now that I see my grandfather, I guess it should be the top, so let me Ike be your opponent." β
βγγγ Ike always likes to say strange things in strange places ... In Luray too. Alyssa chuckled. Can it really be? β
"Let's talk about it first, I'll pretend to be asleep if I can't."
"Ahh How cunning! Alyssa was dissatisfied.
βγγγ Are you still worried about your mother's affairs? Ike, who had been slow to hear Arissa, spoke first.
"If you don't, it's fake." Alyssa replied in a low voice, "What my mother is doing now, out of work is work, I don't know if I can have a meal together for three months, thanks to her, the company is getting bigger and bigger, the sales scope and content are getting more and more, and the people are getting busier and busierγγγγγγ Na Ike. β
"Huh?"
"During the internship, it was often seen that both the regular army and the Confederate army were desperately increasing their armaments, and a large part of their increased armaments were made by Ryan Fort. . . . Merchant of Death', that's what I've heard someone say about Mother and Company. β
"I'm afraid this is not unreasonable." Ike smiled slightly bitterly, "But this kind of thing, if there is no Ryan Fort, there will be a second or third weapon company that will sell it, after all, the reason comes from a deeper level, and it is not something that a single company can control." β
"I understand, but it's just..."
"It's better for you to think so. Without your mother and Ryan Fort, companies and forces from other countries would have infiltrated the empire through the channels of arms, and if war really broke out and were fanned by foreign forces with intentions, I am afraid that no one would be spared the final result. Now that your mother is here, both the regular army and the confederate army are asking for her, and she can use the company to keep the scope of the war under control. β
"But what about the two train guns!" Alyssa zoomed up, "That's not a tool of war, it's a tool of murder, right?!" β
"Are those two train guns?" Ike scratched his head and turned to look at Arissa, who was staring at him with burning eyes, "First of all, you must know that it is never weapons that can kill, but people. And this matter was actually heard about when your grandfather was there, but because there were not many people who knew about it at that time, and the pressure was very small, your grandfather was able to suppress it. Later, because of the turmoil in the company of Lane Fort, and there are more and more radicals in the country, if it is still suppressed, Lane Forte will be suppressed from many sides and eventually to the point of being dismantled. When the time comes, Alyssa's life with the old man, as well as the lives of the employees of the Lane Forte Company and the large number of people in the affiliated company, will be affected, and your mother will choose to do this. β
"Really, really?"
"At that time, I was still young, so naturally I couldn't tell you such a complicated thing, but now, if you want to know more, why don't you search for it yourself?" Ike said, "However, compared to this incident and your mother, what you really can't accept is that Alyssa is the destruction of the family, right?" β
βγγγ Well... The mother who framed her biological father, and the grandfather who silently accepted everything, I can't accept any of them. And Sharon, who used to be so gentle, didn't say anything to me. You don't see anyone... I really don't want to admit that in such a heavy oppression, there is no point in the bonds between family ... Perhaps it was because of this that I left my hometown to enter the Military Academy. As a result, it still can't escape the palm of their hand. Grandpa is living a second life here. Now that I think about it, I'm really doing it all by myself," Alyssa said self-deprecatingly.
"Yes, Alyssa is a fool in this regard." Ike agreed.
"Huh?! Isn't this time supposed to comfort me?! β
"Soβ" Ike pulled out a weighty document bag folded into small pieces from his duffel bag and handed it to Arissa.
βγγγ What is this? β
"Your daily routine and some reports." Ike replied, "There's a stupid mother who asks me to be precise about what I had for breakfast, and if there are any strange boys harassing me." To be honest, I don't know how to analyze how you feel today from a breakfast, but I think that a president who is busy with a huge company has to take time out to read her daughter's report every night, and if such a mother is forced to say that she doesn't care about her daughter, I don't know what kind of mother can say that she cares about her daughter, right? β
"These ... Are these these?! Alyssa quickly opened it, flipped through the annotated papers, and said in some disbelief.
"yes, because of this, I was called by the head of the house several times, and I thought I was a voyeur." Ike spread his hands: "But if Sharon comes, this matter can finally be put down." β
Seeing that Alyssa didn't pay attention to herself and looked at the thick stack of documents intently, Ike smiled helplessly, what a mother and daughter, whether it was concentration at work or tsundere.
"ButγButγSince you have this energy,Why don't you have a meal together.γγγ Alyssa's tone was staccato, but her voice involuntarily softened.
"Mothers don't judge their daughters casually. In the same way, daughters should not be self-righteous and think that they know their mother. Ike replied. Although it is true that she is a little incompetent as a mother, she is not inferior to other mothers in terms of care, and maybe this is how your mother cares for you. Ike stood up from the grass and said, "Next- go get something to eat, and if there's a second half, keep calling me." β
βγγγγγγ Now, Ike. β
"Huh?"
"Thank you."
"What are you talking about, you're my fiancΓ©e." Ike sneered, raising his hand and walking into the tent.
"Stupidβ" A touch of crimson fell on the murmuring girl's face, and the faint voice whispered, as if talking to the stupid man who had entered the tent, and as if talking to himself.
"The fiancΓ©e... Is it? β