"Master Albenstock. "Ackerman, an eleventh-level knight, is so small under these powerful forces, he still hasn't figured out the situation, what happened, but he understands that with such a powerful mother, how could he take a fancy to the little property of the Lord's Mansion.

What the devil mage said is probably true, and Lord Thun's revenge is Al's revenge.

They can't dig any deeper and bury Lord Thun's scandal forever.

"Knight Ackerman, I respect your loyalty, but your betrayal is undeniable. Al took a deep breath with a heavy heart and began to deal with the mess.

"Yes, I am guilty, our foolish actions have caused you unnecessary trouble, please punish you. Ackerman knelt down on one knee.

"From now on, your family of the Four Knights will not be free until a knight is sent out to be loyal to me. ”

"Your kindness and heart are as big as the sea" Al is willing to accept the allegiance of their family, which is the greatest affirmation of their knightly path, and they are not wrong. Their lord of knights will not forsake them, and they will be in peace after death and will be taken up to the kingdom of the Lord.

"Barney will be raised by you, and when he becomes a qualified knight, I will help him regain the title of Lord Thun, and the Lord's Mansion will be kept for him. Mr. Matilda, leave this matter to you."

"Yes, Master Albenstock"

Titles cannot be donated, Lord Thun is a hereditary title, Al cannot inherit it, but Barney can. Although there are some troubles in the middle, it should not be difficult for Al many years later.

After giving everything, Al hugged Boone a little excitedly, no one understood his troubles, he didn't know who to talk to. The appearance of the living not entering, Bico and Merial both watched from afar. The Shadow Guard remained in his shadow, both to protect him and to prevent him from escaping.

For him, magic is more like a tool for exploring the world and researching, wonderful and magical. However, he awakened the atavistic bloodline that only warriors can play and wield. The will to protect the family for thousands of years will never allow this kind of waste, and even he has no ability to protect his bloodline at all. Was Goldsmith really for a so-called branch of the family? Is it really the family that tricked him into going to the suburbs this time, instead of beating the rabbit?

The so-called last free time is actually more like waiting for the verdict, as if the condemned person knows his day.

Can you imagine this feeling?

Someone tells you to sit down and then tells you

Death is near

That grief

Every second of ticking ticks is coming

Everything about your severity has changed

Even what you smell is no longer the same as it used to be

You're trying to feel everything

Even if it's a glass of water

Or, a walk in the park

Like a clock, time is more like torture for Al.

He has the soul and mind of an adult, and he finally faces it calmly. Riding in a carriage, he went back to the imperial capital unhurriedly.

As soon as he entered the gates of the imperial capital, all of his subordinates, including Bico, Matilda, Meria, and the hired mercenary group, were invited away by a team of soldiers in iron and blood uniforms.

"Your Highness Albenstock, please come with me. The shadow guard stepped out of the shadows and respectfully led the way for Al's carriage in front.

The family didn't give him time to see his mother, and took him straight to the Grand Duke's Mansion on Iron Blood Street in the inner city.

He only came to the Grand Duke's Mansion once a year. In the past, it was regarded as a family gateway, and it was always joyful. At this time, it seemed to him that there was another deep taste.

The patriarch of the contemporary Aulett family, the iron-blooded Grand Duke Gudus, is a strong old man, his sideburns and beard are still black and shiny, and the compelling momentum on his body has not been restrained by aging. Probably only sagging eye bags and wrinkles write the pages of the years.

"Thomas's little ghost. Manifest your bloodline" As soon as Gudus spoke, the entire empty hall buzzed, echoing with the old and majestic voice of the Iron Blooded Grand Duke.

"Yes, Grand Duke. "Al didn't do some useless resistance and struggle, and he still had extravagant ideas about the family's arrangement.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Al stood up with a majestic blood-colored figure on his body, his arms in front of his chest, and he looked at him proudly. Al, who was oppressed by the Grand Duke's momentum, breathlessly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Grand Duke, the guards, and the elders in the shadows all stood up and saluted the figure.

"Alright, little Thomas," Gudus gestured to him as he looked at Al, who was starting to lose weight.

Al retracted the blood shadow and gasped for air on the ground, the sweat on his forehead dripping onto the floor. Gudus sat down, and the figure in the shadows began to dissipate.

"Masty, it's iron-willed. You've raised a good son," the chief of the guard beside the Grand Duke was none other than Al's mother, Lady Masty. Masty smiled smugly, modestly showing off her son.

"The little guy is very secretive, and I am not at home all year round. ”

"You're complaining that I don't give you a holiday."

The Grand Duke actually gossiped with the chief of the guard.

"I'm afraid it's been five or six years since your bloodline is mature," Gudus chatted for a while before he said to Al, who was still saluting.

"Yes, Grand Duke. "His bloodline has long been awakened, and this is his biggest secret after crossing over.

The bloodline awakens irreversibly, and Al has kept it sleeping in his body. If Al hadn't taken the initiative to use this majestic power at the beginning of the year to save Daniel's soul, the Oret of the clan would not have sensed the fluctuations of awakening.

Alzang has been hiding for so many years, but he has never mentioned it to anyone, and even at this time he has no intention of showing off.

"Orete's power is not comparable to those ridiculous magic, you have awakened the atavistic bloodline, do you still want to learn magic?"

"Yes, Grand Duke. Al replied firmly.

"Well, although you are not very qualified, you do have some talent. Or, you abandon those tricks, the future is destined to be legendary warriors, and even have a long life"

Al didn't say anything, waiting for Gudus to say the following. Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Gudusi sighed.

"Or, give the bloodline to the family. As compensation, the family will send you to the Royal Academy and arrange you with a good teacher."

Al looked at the floor distractedly, and Gudus didn't urge.

Wasn't it his long-standing wish to learn magic with the support of his family?

But handing over the bloodline to the family sounds like a bland sentence. But if it's bland, why compensate?

"I... Willing to give the bloodline to the family. ”

"Well, go back and get some rest, Gretel. Gudus stood up, and a butler beside him saluted.

"Make up for the little one. Masty, give you a month off. ”