"When did you find out?"

After sending Sinloth away, the old earl, who felt a little tired, did not rest as usual. He called his son and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to settle something.

His time is really running out.

"I guess it was when I was twenty-nine years old, it's been too long for me to remember."

"That's fine. Over the years, you've been skeptical. Then I'll tell you the truth, you are not actually my son. ”

Hearing his father's confession, Orn lowered his head, and the little hope in his eyes slowly extinguished.

"Sure enough." At this time, Ou En had mixed feelings in his heart, and the old earl was not bad to him, he simply regarded it as his own. And his childhood education has always been cultivated as an heir. Even if he accidentally learned the news back then, he was always reluctant to believe it. He always believed that he was the old earl's own son.

Until these two years

"Ahem."

The old earl coughed twice, and his body, which was full of vitality when he was young, was just like a candle in the wind, and he didn't know when he would return to the arms of the Lord: "In the past two years, I have been in contact with my old friends one after another. They have all promised that they will give you a helping hand when you return to the family. After you've dealt with the end of the Autumn Harvest Sacrifice, sit down with them while there's still some time left before Christmas. After all, I haven't been out for many years, so it's a matter of safety, so you still need to go for a run by yourself."

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm not going."

The old earl looked at Ou En suspiciously, and smiled randomly with relief: "Still don't want to admit it in your heart?" Also, after all, more than thirty years, in that case," the old earl whispered a few words to the old butler. Soon, a portrait and a bronze mirror were placed in front of the father and son.

The old count sits in the middle, with the portrait on the left and the bronze on the right. Orn carefully looked at the portrait in front of him, and could see that the painting had been a certain number of years, but the painter's exquisite brush added a lot of color to the portrait. Even after decades of hard work, the brown-haired young man in the painting still jumps on the page. Through the heavy brush, you can vaguely see the youthful spirit.

It's just like Orn now.

The old earl looked at the young man in the portrait, and then at himself in the mirror, and his eyes flashed with remembrance of the past: "Now believe it, right?" Before I know it, it's been more than 30 years, and the old guy who used to be a stick guy has now become an old man counting his fingers, waiting to return to the arms of the Lord."

"Father, I'm not going."

Seeing the portrait of that many years ago, Orn's heart felt like a knife had pierced through it. But he endured the pain and said calmly, "Father, I won't go. ”

The slightest smile on the old earl's face disappeared, and the wrinkled face was instantly covered with frost. The earl, who had fought frantically with the infidels for three days and three nights for the sake of faith, seemed to have returned. He looked straight into Orn's eyes and said word by word, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Even in an empire with an incomparably vast territory, the number of dukes is only a handful. No one who is not a duke will understand the true meaning of these two simple words.

Under the sun, except for the great Emperor Xià, the most powerful. The duke was furious, and the sea of blood was floating, which was no joke.

"Father, I'm not going."

It's really stubborn, just like when I was younger.

The old earl thought this, and the trace of anger in his heart that was disobeyed by his son disappeared, and he waved his hand weakly, and said, "Then give me a reason that can convince me." ”

"My last name is Fred, and I have McSelch's blood in my veins."

There was some premonition in his heart, but when he heard his son say this, the old earl was still a little stunned. He sighed and said, "But he is a duke, and I am only an earl."

"Duke? It's just a coward, and he doesn't even dare to admit it to his own son. ”

"When you come to our position, many things are simply not up to you, and you have some feelings about dealing with North Munster over the years, right? Over the years, he has not been easy no matter what, he has always been your biological father, and after a while, you can go back. As a friend, I really don't want to see their family die. ”

After saying this for so long, Ou En obviously became a little angry, he changed his previous calm and composure, stood up from his chair, and walked impatiently in front of the old earl: "Father, you can't bear to look at their heirs. But can you just watch the McSelch family die like that? ”

"Where in this world is there eternity but the Great Lord? How many famous families have disappeared in the torrent of time, and they haven't even left a name. If the McSelgee family is destined to die, let it be extinct."

How could the old earl not feel pain in his heart, but fate was really impermanent, and he had not worked hard for so many years. But he has never had an heir, and at his age, what can he do except accept it silently?

"I'm not going to let this happen."

Ou En said this, turned and left: "I haven't married a wife all these years, I am just waiting for my father's words, and now that the matter is clear, in a few days, I will go through the family tree." No matter how the heirs of the McSelch family wither, if you look carefully, you can always find the side branches within three generations, as long as I marry their daughter, and let the eldest son inherit the McSelge's family when the time comes, it will be my father's father, I have no intention of fighting for the title of duke. I am the heir to the Earl of North Munster, I was, I am, and I will continue to be to stop making random promises with North Munster's supplies, Daddy, you haven't presided over things for many years, Lord of Desmond, it's not worth that price. Your bid is so high, you don't feel distressed, I still feel distressed."

Orn said this, but his voice grew inaudible.

It wasn't until Ou En completely disappeared in front of him that the old butler, who had been silent, congratulated the old earl with relief: "Congratulations to the old man, looking at the young master's current appearance, he can be in charge of it alone." The McSelch family, in the hands of Young Master Orn, will definitely not decline, and we can go with confidence. ”

The old earl shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What do you say is so bad, don't let go of a good duke, but come to inherit my position as an earl." Young man now, it's true, it's just that, I hope he won't regret it in the future."

Although the old earl said a slightly complaining word, the comfort in his tone, how could the old butler, who had followed him for many years, not hear it?

[On a warm afternoon in Rome many years ago, a gentle lady of the Habsburg family accidentally lost a handkerchief of her beloved. But just as she was in a hurry, a personable gentleman came to the door.

"Beautiful lady, is this your handkerchief?"

"Ah, thank you, sir, this is indeed my handkerchief."

So, the young man and woman met like this. Also from a foreign land, the two inevitably chatted a few more words, and in the conversation, they were surprised to find that whether it was about art or religion, they seemed to have endless topics. Ladies admire the talents of gentlemen, and gentlemen appreciate the gentleness of ladies. So, naturally, after a romantic candlelit dinner, they bonded.

But happy days are always so short-lived, after more than a month of happy times. It was as if something had happened in the gentleman's family, and his wife wrote to urge him to go back. And it just so happened that at this time, the lady's husband also won the war against the infidels and was gloriously triumphant. The two ** had to break up with hatred, and the two agreed with each other before parting that they would wait for the coming day and would inevitably get together again.

But time is like water, and in the past 30 years, there have been many opportunities. But neither side went to the other at all, and both sides were as cold as strangers.

During this time, the lady gave birth to a gentleman's child. But she had no intention of raising her, so she sent someone to send the child back to the gentleman's family. The gentleman who was afraid of guilt naturally did not dare to raise his son by his side, so he contacted a close friend and entrusted the child to him.

My best friend has never had a child under his knees, so he happily agreed. At the beginning, the two agreed that when the time was right, the gentleman would personally bring his son back. But this raising is thirty years. 】

"Hey, I said 54213. How do I feel like you're getting weirder and weirder, talking about these inexplicable things all the time. I can't understand it, can you please stop being so bored, I'm very busy right now. This kind of boring dog man and woman, the plot of the eight o'clock file, what are you telling me to do"

"Stupid contractor." The ball of light said this, but there was no follow-up.

Sinloth pursed his lips and ignored the object. This guy is sometimes nervous and always likes to say something inexplicable. For so long, he got used to it, too. Besides, instead of focusing on the mind of figuring out this strange ball of light, it is better to focus on the business at hand.

"My lord, it's all counted."

After being busy for a long time, Jeremia nodded to Sinlos and said affirmatively, "As you said, a total of five thousand Imperial Gold Coins, and twelve full sets of knightly armor. North Munster is really rich, much richer than Desmond, this gift, there are even seven high-class war horses, when will we Desmond become so rich"

"Trust me, it won't be long." Sinloth tugged at his feathered hat, blocking the frenzy in his eyes. These things in front of him are the root of Sinloth's promise to the old earl. Lightly dabbling in the inheritance disputes of other nobles can be described as the way to death. But so what, for the poor and white Xinluos, even if he knew that it was to quench his thirst, he had to drink it with a smile on his face.

With strength, there is the qualification to bargain. Even the worst could only be a return to the state in which he had just arrived in Desmond. As long as he does not take the lead in raising troops, the Senate will protect his last dignity.

The feeling of dancing on the sword when the white mist was in the death match, he never wanted to encounter it again in his life.

"Jeremia, get your things in order. We'll be home today! ”

"Yes, sir."