Night, Uptown, Earl of Monroe. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the long corridor, a middle-aged man walked briskly, his eyebrows twisted into mountain characters on his handsome face, and his eyes flashed with doubt and resentment that could not be concealed. He tried to calm himself down, but the rapid alternation of riding boots against the ground was telling.

All around, passing maids and servants saluted him, but he didn't look at it.

At the end of the corridor, he rushed into the study without saying a word, and said directly: "Father, father, have you heard?

How, how can it be ...... So?"

Before he finished speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller......

In the room, a tall and thin old man in a white robe sat behind a desk, looking at his eyebrows, he looked a little similar to the middle-aged man, but his ears were slightly sharp, his sideburns were already a little gray, and the corners of his eyes were dyed with deep crow's feet.

But this gives him more than handsomeness, more of the vicissitudes and wisdom of time, and the majesty between his expectations is enough to make anyone retreat.

In front of the old man's desk, there stood a figure, covered in a pure black cloak, and not even a trace of skin was exposed.

Originally, he raised his head slightly, as if he was talking to the old man above, but when the middle-aged man rashly intruded, his words stopped abruptly.

He quickly lowered his head, the cloak was pressed very low, and the whole person was like a dark shadow, motionless, but what he could clearly feel was that the muscles under the cloak were tense, and there seemed to be a circle of power ripples sweeping.

After the middle-aged man broke in, the crisis from the depths of the cell made his body stiffen, and his face changed, and before he could say anything, he heard the old man suppress his anger and glared at him fiercely, before he said to the man in black: "You go back first, remember to fully convey my meaning to your president."

I still mean that, the price is negotiable, but I want you to have as secretive and powerful as the legend. ”

"Hehe, as long as Earl Monroe has enough wealth, I'm sure our leader will be tempted!"

The voice of the voice was like a poisonous snake, but with some weird coquettishness, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and I could only hear the middle-aged man's scalp tingling.

"Okay, then I'll give you a promise, as long as you can make this happen, your benefits are indispensable. ”

"I believe that Lord Earl will not be stingy with my share, it seems that the eldest young master has something to do with you, then I will leave first!"

"Please!"

The man in black retreated, not glancing at the middle-aged man from beginning to end, nor showing any skin, just like a shadow of disillusionment, disappearing into the room.

Only then did the old man turn his head angrily, look at the middle-aged man and say, "Who let you break in? As a nobleman, don't you even know the most basic etiquette?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be very afraid of his father, and his words were already a little shaky, and he said, "Father, father, I, I get ......"

"I can't say it completely, how did I give birth to you cowardly waste!" The old man looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes even more disappointed:

The middle-aged man's face turned red, his handsome face was slightly distorted, he tried to calm his breath, and then said: "Father, I just got the news that my aunt actually summoned back an illegitimate son of the Igor family, and wanted the other party to inherit the position of Grand Duke Igor, isn't this just nonsense?"

Amazingly, the aunt he spoke of was Mrs. Merry.

Mrs. Merry's full name is Merry Monroe, she was born extremely ordinary, her parents also died young, and she was alone to support her younger brother before she met Harvey Igor.

Since she married Grand Duke Harvey and became the head mother of the Igor family, her younger brother Milou was also made an honorary viscount and created the Monroe family.

This Milou Monroe is also not bad, and later entered the government hall to find an errand, and can be regarded as doing some fame, plus with his back to Mrs. Merry, he gradually accumulated merit and was promoted to the Earl of Glory, and became one of the most sought-after nobles in Ilmassu City.

Although many ancient aristocrats looked down on nouveau riche like him, no one dared to say anything. Especially after Milou married the eldest daughter of the current Minister of State, one of the four marquises, and the current head of the Gustav family, Fitch-Gustav, his position was even more secure.

And their only child is the middle-aged man in front of them, Nat Monroe.

The old man didn't show any surprise, but frowned slightly, stared at him and said, "Who told you this?"

Nat looked a little embarrassed, but said stubbornly: "Father, I can guarantee the correctness of the news. ”

"I didn't say that this news is fake, I just asked how do you know?" the old man said, his face showing anger again: "Did the woman of the Bach family tell you? How many times have I said that don't touch that run-up family, you will be sold and help you count the money?"

"Father, the Bach family is one of the four marquis families after all, although it has temporarily declined, but its reputation is still there. Moreover, Michelle is my friend, you can't say that about her. There was a rare hint of stubbornness on Nate's face:

"Oh, Nat, what do you seem to be able to mature? That woman, that woman......"

"Father, I think we should face what is in front of us now. Auntie, Auntie, is she dizzy? How can she find a wild seed that I don't know where it came from?"

"Bastard, that's your aunt, it's my own sister, didn't your etiquette teacher give you what is respect for elders?"

"But......" Nat's voice was louder, but he looked around like a thief before he said, "Father, is your aunt your own sister?

Now that the Igor family has no heirs, if, if our aunt and her willing, our Monroe family can take her place, then the Rose Collar is ours. ”

The old man's face changed slightly, and he said, "This is also what Michelle told you?"

"Father, I came up with it myself. Is it so stupid in your heart that a child is?"

"You, hmph, Nat, do you know how chaotic the outside world is right now, even if our Monroe family gets that position, do you think we can hold it?

Have you forgotten how Grand Duke Harvey and his six sons died?" said Milou's words with some meaning:

"Father, I know, but you also said that the outside world is already so chaotic, if our Monroe family does not have enough strength, it will be a worrying end after all, it is better to fight like now. ”

This time, Milu finally looked at his son in surprise, he opened his mouth, his tone couldn't help but soften, and said: "Nat, this is not something you can participate in, and that position is not something you can peep into."

Remember, this kind of thing should never be said outside. Get out of here, and stay away from Michel Bach. ”

"Father?!"

"Go out and see your mother. ”

The middle-aged man turned his head and walked away angrily, while Count Milou sat alone in the room, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, like two whirlpools.

After a long time, he said to himself in a voice that was so subtle that it was inaudible: "Maybe, it's not impossible!"

PS: The first update, a little late, there is another chapter later.