"Don't be afraid, little one, answer me, who are you, what are you looking for Lawrence?"

The old man and the young man were in a stalemate for a moment, and the old Marquis of Casa realized that he had loosened some of the strength in his hands, but his eyes were still staring at Anthony tightly, as if he was afraid that if he made a mistake, the little guy in front of him would disappear, and asked cautiously again.

"I, my name is Anthony Seid, Seydwip......" The humiliating surname was spoken, and Anthony seemed to use all his strength, and the fists hanging at his side were obviously white from the knuckles he clenched, but the whole person looked a little aggrieved.

"Saidwip......" The old Marquis of Casa's eyes were also condensed when he heard this, he knew that only illegitimate children would be branded like this, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Gotte, as if he wanted to know something from his mouth, but he didn't know where to ask for a while.

"Alas...... Let's see if this cub is yours or not. Gou finally sighed, took out a roll of knives wrapped in cowhide from his pocket, drew the smallest of them, and handed it to the old Marquis of Casa.

The old Marquis of Casa took the knife after only a slight pause, and then with his slightly trembling hand, he took Anthony's very small, but very rough hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Little one, bear with me." Then he raised his knife and made a small cut on Anthony's not white fingertips.

Beads of red blood oozed from his small mouth, and a faint smell of blood wafted into the air, and in just this moment, the Marquis de La Casa's eyes were filled with mist.

"Ding ......" fell to the ground with the knife he held in his hand, and at the same time, Anthony also fell into a broad embrace.

Anthony, who has not remembered being hugged like this by any male since birth, was instantly stunned, obviously a strange embrace, but he was nostalgic for some reason.

Suddenly closed his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, Anthony instinctively wanted to run away, which could no longer tell whether it should belong to his arms or not, but heard the old man's slightly choked whisper in his ears:

"Yes, it's the son of my Raphael, the son of Lawrence, my Lawrence......"

"This ...... It's really true......" Although he couldn't see the face of the old Marquis of Casa, Samuel, who obviously looked at his trembling shoulders, was a little dumbfounded, he had never seen such an old Marquis of Casa!

As Samuel's words came out, the old Marquis of Casa's back stiffened, and Gotte raised his hand to slap the stupid prince next to him who ruined the atmosphere, and then stood up, walked over, helped the old Marquis of Casa, who was unwilling to let go of Antony, slowly stood up, sat back on the sofa, and comforted:

"Old man, you're not too young, why are you still so easily excited? Sit down, sit down, and look at the little one!"

"Thank you, thank you......" The old Marquis of Casa took Gotte with one free hand, and began to thank him without stopping.

Gotte sat beside the old Marquis de Casa, took out a small vial containing hemostatic powder from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of Antony, who was already stupid, before he continued:

"Thank you for not needing, this little guy has suffered a lot before, and I wasn't sure of his identity before, and it was not easy to tell him, but now it's just right, you also explain it to him, and the identity of this child is also a problem. ”

With Gotte's reminder, the old Marquis of Casa, after shaking Gotte's hand vigorously, let go of him, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and with the other hand, with a little force, pulled Anthony to sit beside him, while snatching the medicine bottle from the little guy's hand, and pulling him hard to help his fingers stop the bleeding, while whispering:

"Don't be afraid, little one, you are now home, and your grandfather will be there in the future, tell me first, what about your mother, and how did you meet Mr. Gotte?"

Although things were developing too fast, Anthony's little head was a little insufficient for a while, but after the old Marquis of Casa finished speaking, he still stubbornly broke free of the old man's hand, stood up and said:

"I don't want you or your son to recognize me, I just have some questions for your son. Don't worry, I won't leave the royal city as soon as I see your son Lawrence. ”

With the experience of the old Marquis of Casa, it is not difficult to hear that Anthony's alienated words are mixed with hatred, but this makes his heart, which is already extremely hard, suddenly ache.

"You won't see Lawrence. The old Marquis of Casa sighed, and when Anthony raised his head sharply to say something, he continued, "Whatever misunderstanding you may have about your father, I hope you can forgive a man who has died." ”

"You, what are you talking about?" Anthony, who suddenly heard the news, only felt that at this moment, his mind was buzzing, since he was a little sensible and understood what his surname meant, he had imagined many reasons for that man to abandon their mother and son, but he never thought that the incorrigible man he imagined was actually dead.

"Lawrence is dead. The old Marquis of Casa repeated, his words full of deep remorse, "I fell ill when I returned from a trip abroad. It was all me, knowing that he was not in good health, but I still let him go. ”

"Father, father, what's going on...... Hearing the sound of knives falling to the ground, Fleming, who hurriedly ran back from the back kitchen, saw his father, who had always shown himself as a tough guy, still had tears on his face at this time, and the whole person was stunned, and his words were stumbling.

"This is your nephew. The old Marquis of Casa glanced at the second son, and for the first time after returning he did not find fault with him, and pointed at Anthony very gently to introduce Fleming.

"What?!" Fleming, who was completely uncomfortable with his father's sudden appearance and pleasant face, was completely confused.

"Your brother Lawrence's son, your nephew!" looked at his stupid son, the old Marquis of Casa had a headache, and once again he couldn't control it, and shouted loudly.

"No, Lawrence has been dead for years, how can he be such a big ......"

Wait a minute......

Flamin, who instinctively refuted his father's nonsense, was suddenly stunned for a moment, then turned his head and ran, went straight to the second floor, and after a while stumbled back, still holding a crumpled piece of paper with yellowed edges in his hand, he came back to Anthony, handed the paper over, and asked, "Is this your mother?"

The moment Anthony saw the paper, tears fell and fell, and he raised his hand to grab it, but the old Marquis of Casa snatched the paper first.

Gotte stretched out his head to look, only to find that the paper was actually a portrait of a female drawn with charcoal, although it was already a little blurry, as if it had been rubbed by someone with her hand thousands of times, but he could still vaguely distinguish the delicate face of the female in the painting, and in the corner was a small mink beast, which he guessed should be Anthony's mother's animal form.

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