When the attendant left, the old marquis sighed and paced back and forth in the room, thinking of what he had said and Anthony had cried about.

In his life, since he entered the barracks, he has always had a temper, but when he faced Anthony, he retreated again and again, and gave a one-month deadline on the same day, and now several days have passed.

But looking at the little guy who goes in and out alone every day, doing anything, even if he even eats and drinks, and doesn't say a word, he just can't ask ruthlessly.

Looking down at his hands that were not in their brilliance and had faintly appeared marked, the old Marquis of Casa couldn't help but think a little deflated, perhaps, he was really old, right?

Old enough to be soft on a cub, he will have a lot of intolerance.

That night, Fleming, who had been away for more than a month, finally stepped into the study with a full body of exhaustion and the things that had come back from the investigation.

"Who?!" Fleming, who was really startled by the figure sitting behind the desk with the light on his back, directly took out a dagger and threw it over.

"Bang!" The dagger that broke through the wind was directly blocked by the black shadow very casually, deviated from the track and fell to the ground, and then Fleming, who had already drawn the sword at his waist, heard the other party shout in a slightly hoarse voice, "You old man!"

"Uh......" Fleming's hand holding the sword shook instinctively, and he almost threw the sword to the ground, and thrust it three or four times before he put the sword back into the sheath, and quickly stepped forward, and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"Go, go, what kind of lamp am I sitting with my house? But you boy, when you come back, stick a knife in Lao Tzu's body, you have a long ability, right?" said the old marquis, slapped Fleming's messy hand, stood up, took the candlestick and walked out.

By the time the old Marquis had returned with the lit candlestick, Fleming had removed his sword from his waist and sat down on the sofa in his study.

"Is this what you found these days?" the old marquis put the candlestick on the small table, but his eyes fell on the stack of papers in Fleming's hand.

"Yes. Fleming held the paper, but shrunk back.

"Why, the boy had a bad day?" the old marquis asked with a sigh as if he had been prepared for it.

It's not just bad......

Fleming's hand holding the paper loosened tightly, but he still handed it to his father, but he reminded before letting go:

"Don't be offended when you see it. ”

"That female died before Anthony left the house, and you did what I asked you to do?"

The old marquis took a stack of papers that was not too thick, but he felt that it was extremely pressing, just looking at his son's appearance, he knew that he was afraid that Anthony's life before leaving home would be worse than he imagined.

"I made my own decision on that matter, and I didn't do it, I just asked for Anthony's household registration, as for why, you should see for yourself!"

Thinking of Anthony's mother, Fleming's eyes sank.

He was not one of those foolish people, and he was sympathetic to the misfortune faced by the female, but sympathy was one thing, and he could not let a tainted female tarnish the name of his brother and the Raphael.

The rustle of the paper seemed to be unusually harsh at midnight, and as the old Marquis of Casa read page by page what Fleming had investigated, his breathing slowly became heavy, and each blow seemed to hit Fleming's heart.

It wasn't until the last page that the old Marquis of Casa did not hesitate to bring all the news that Fleming had worked hard for a month to investigate close to the candlestick.

"Father......" Fleming looked at the flames that had fallen on the table, and Fleming looked at the old Marquis de Casa.

"Does Anthony know that her mother died because of an abortion?" said the old Marquis of Casa, leaning back on the sofa, his face gloomy.

If you look closely, you will find that his hand, which has never trembled when he slashes a mermaid, is trembling uncontrollably at this time.

"Listening to the old woman in their neighborhood, Anthony should not know. Fleming said with a sigh.

"Are you sure the mayor did it?" Old Marquis Casa's eyes crossed with a thick sense of guilt and a hint of cruelty.

"Yes, the mayor of that town had no sons, and the daughters of the family were married, and Anthony's mother, who had been a servant in his house, had no one in the house but the husband and wife, and, according to the old woman, had shed a nest of snake eggs. Look at this......"

Fleming hesitated slightly, a small mayor was nothing in the eyes of a nobleman like them.

But because it happened in someone else's territory, it was not easy to deal with.

It is easy to kill a town mayor, but if you rashly invade someone else's territory, if you don't do it well, you will get into trouble with the king, and their Raphael family is not afraid of offending people.

It's just that this is not a glorious thing after all, in case of trouble, one is that his face is not good-looking, and the other is that he is worried that it will have a bad impact on Anthony.

The main thing is that the little guy's mother, who was born out of wedlock, was forced to say that although she was a victim, she was afraid that others would not think so, and even his dead brother would have to bear the stigma of being killed by a slutty woman.

"This matter, this is the end, you don't interfere anymore. The old marquis, who was silent for a long time and slowly calmed down, looked at his son and suddenly said.

"Huh?" Fleming couldn't react, looking at his father, a little confused for a while.

"Reorganize the things you investigated, only write down the facts you investigated, don't add your nonsense ideas, and give them to me when you're done. The old Marquis of Casa closed his eyes and said.

"Father?!...... He's going to hate you? Didn't you say ...... at the beginning?"

Fleming understood almost immediately what the old Marquis of Casa was going to do, and he couldn't help but get up from the couch.

"I can't let him go...... I've been thinking about it for days, and I know what to do, but I just can't let go of him! Fleming, I'm getting old......"

The old Marquis of Casa rubbed his dry eyes with his hands, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

Although he also knew that it was cruel to disillusion the mother image in the minds of a cub, he also knew that if Anthony was to stay, his mother's identity, his identity, these would be brought to the table sooner or later.

They can hide it for a while, but the cubs will grow up after all, and Anthony will know sooner or later that his mother is not recognized by the Raphael family.

As the patriarch of the Raphael family, he couldn't let a tainted female be remembered as his son's partner, and as a grandfather, he couldn't give Anthony a controversial mother who could drag him down for the rest of his life.

Thinking of what Luna asked her attendants to convey, she and the two little ones chatted in the royal court early in the morning.

The old marquis sighed, and since the little fellow needed a reason to stay, he would give him one.

Even if the cub wants to hate, he only hates him, just because he has been thinking about it for many days, no matter what, he can't give up this grandson, he wants to give him a home, but he also wants him to be willing to accept it first.

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