Characters in this chapter: (Ed Hallengoth), (Iris Hallongoth), (Edward Hallongos), (Gyloronwell), (Hart).

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Chapter 023: (Father and Son Argue)

At the end of the dinner, the squires, merchants, officers, knights, and noble lords who were invited to the dinner saluted and thanked the Duke of Harungos on the high platform, and then left together.

The servants began to remove the long tables, chairs, candles, silver cutlery, highhorn wine glasses, as well as leftover food and expensive liquor, from the castle hall, while a pack of hounds quickly cleaned the gnawed bones from the floor.

By the time Iris returned to the castle hall, the tables and chairs had already been emptied, and Hart and the other servants were busy scrubbing the floor. When Hart saw Iris appear in the hall, he immediately stopped what he was doing. "Little master, my lord let you go to his study. ”

Iris muttered, "Do you know what the Tao is for?" "What's the matter with my father looking for me so late?" Is it about your own marriage contract?

"I don't know," Hart shook his head, then continued, "but Master Edward and Knight Gyloronville are with you. ”

"I know," said Iris, "thank you, Hart. ”

"Little master, you have ...... on your face"

"What's wrong?" Iris looked at him inexplicably.

“...... It seems to be a lip print. "Hart's eyes are small, but they are very sharp.

Iris panicked, "Hart, hurry... Wipe it off for me, it would be bad if my father could see it. Iris couldn't help but remember that Kellya kissed her on the right side of her cheek before leaving, and his face, ears, and neck turned red at the thought of the scene.

"Alright, it's been wiped clean," Hart urged, "go up quickly, if it drags on, the adults should be really angry." ”

On the second floor of the castle, a long corridor extends to the left, with several doors in front of the corridor and on the left and right sides at the end of the short gallery on the right. Iris walked over to his father's study and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who's out there?" asked my father's voice from inside the house.

"Father, it's me. Iris replied through the door.

"The door is not bolted, come in!" said his father's voice through the door again.

Iris pushed open the hidden door and walked easily into the study, then gently closed the door. Father was sitting upright at his desk full of books and files, and Gylrowell and his cousin were sitting across from him, as they turned to look at him.

"Father," Iris asked with a deep breath and a calm face, "why didn't you discuss such an important matter with me beforehand?"

"Don't you like the girls of the Red family?" said his father's voice.

Iris doesn't deny that she does have a bit of a liking for the beautiful and charming Kelya. "But you should at least tell me before dinner," he emphasized, "and prepare me for it." ”

"Instead of standing there like a fool?" said Master Eddard sharply, "do you want to tell me this?" said the old man for his son, which he did not dare to say.

After a moment of silence, Iris shamefully admitted, "Yes. Again, he emphasized, "I have the right to know the truth, and you should not hide it from me." Iris then glanced at Gylrenwell, who was staring at him, with a disappointed and hurt gaze.

"I commanded him not to tell you," his father told him, "will the bandits tell the peasants of the village in advance that they are coming to burn and plunder, and make the peasants prepare for it?"

"The nature of the two is fundamentally different. Iris didn't back down.

"Your Excellency wants to tell you that in any situation, unexpected and unfortunate events can happen," Gyloronville reminded him, hiding his sadness, "and you have to be able to withstand it." ”

Iris listened to Gylrenville's words in silence. He felt like a child who had done something wrong, listening to the reprimands and teachings of the adults. He was originally a young boy who was still a teenager.

But Iris couldn't understand why his father wanted to catch him off guard in such a way to make him understand this truth. Is it just to test your ability to react and bear the unknown?

"From tomorrow you will be Edward's squire, and you will follow him wherever he goes," Lord Eddard did not show any expression, but looked at his son, "In these two years, your cousin will teach you horseback riding, archery, and swordsmanship until you reach adulthood." ”

"Father, I'm not fit to be a knight. Iris whispered, not hiding his frustration. He is like a toy puppet, and everything is completely controlled by his father.

"Then what do you think you are fit to do?" the father asked, "like your mother who paints and paints and sings?" I wouldn't stop you if you were a girl, but that's not what a man should do, let alone the heir of the Harongoth family. ”

"No, I'm not the ......," Iris's retort was interrupted by his father's voice at that moment.

"Iris, you are my only heir, the future ruler of the Southern Provinces," Lord Eddard's tone gradually blended with majesty and oppression. "Before that you can become a knight, only then will you be eligible to inherit the realm and title of the Harongoth family. ”

His father's serious expression was something he had never seen before, but Iris mustered up the courage to say, "Father, I don't want to be a knight. "It was the first time he had disobeyed his father's orders, and it was in the presence of Gyloron and his cousin.

Edward, who was sitting across from his uncle, saw that the atmosphere in the room was deadlocked, and he tried to persuade his cousin, "It is the dream of all boys to become a knight. On this continent, how many young people have this dream, but they have never had this opportunity in their lifetime. ”

"Just because they don't have noble nobility, because they can't afford expensive knightly equipment," Iris said in a firm tone, "I know all of this, but that doesn't mean I have to have the same dream as them." ”

His father was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on him, and he said lukewarmly, "Could it be that your dream is to be a bard, a storyteller, a musician, or maybe you want to be a bachelor?"

"No, I didn't think about it. Iris replied timidly.

"Tell me, then, what is your dream?" the father's tone was full of command.

"Magician. Iris replied childishly. "I am not a vassal loyal to you, nor am I a soldier who obeys you. Iris vented his frustration in his heart.

Sitting at their desks, Gylorne and Edward looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise. Then they turned their heads to look at the boy in front of them, and the boy's unrealistic, childish answer was completely beyond their expectations.

"If you tell me you want to be a king, maybe I might be able to help you do it. There was a sudden kind of interesting sarcasm in the old man's words. "There's no magic in this world at all, didn't Master Marco tell you this?"

Iris didn't care about the sarcasm in his father's words. "Anything can happen in this world, isn't that what you just taught me?" his tone was filled with conviction and rebellion unique to a teenager.

Duke Harongus looked at his son meaningfully. "If I had another son, perhaps I would allow you to do whatever you want. ”

"Why do you have to let me inherit the title of the Harungus family?" Iris retorted with a straight face, and asked deliberately, "Cousin, he and I are a hundred times better than me, he is a valiant knight under you, don't you think he is more suitable than me to inherit the title and territory of the Harongoth family?"

At this point, Edward was stunned and poked there like half a piece of wood. He never imagined that he would one day inherit his uncle's title and territory, and he was not even qualified to inherit his father's barren territory in the eastern frontier, let alone his uncle's territory.

Duke Harongoth's voice was extremely dissatisfied, and he reprimanded loudly, "He is not my son, if he is my son, I don't need you to tell me what to do." ”

"Isn't it enough that he has the blood of the Harungos family in his body?" Iris felt his heart pounding in his chest, and he was already incoherent.

"Even if I agree, the king's law will never allow such a thing to happen," replied the father in a tone that could not be refuted, "if there is to be a hierarchy of succession to the titles of nobility according to the law, it should be Rutgers who will be ranked after you." ”

"If I give up ......"

"If you are not willing to inherit my title," interrupted the Duke of Harongoth in a hurried tone, "then I will send you to the church to be a monk, and you will never be allowed to return." The old man knew his son and knew what the other party wanted to say, but he would never allow such a thing to happen.

The boy looked incredulous, he looked at the wrinkled, pale old man in front of him in surprise, he had never imagined that his stern and harsh father would say such cruel and merciless words to himself. Even Gylrenville, who was on the sidelines, looked surprised.

Iris was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly. He didn't intend to argue any further, that would only anger his father, and he didn't dare to resist Duke Harongoth's orders. If he really did that, it would only make him lose the father in front of him.

"Now go back to your room and rest," Duke Harongoth paused, "and follow Edward to Nimega early tomorrow morning." In an instant, the old man's tone became a little sad, and the gaze that looked at his son became more gentle.

"I'll write to you. Iris's voice was marked with reluctance and crying. He opened the door and walked down the hallway to the staircase.

Iris did not return to his room, but walked alone in the dark castle. In the dim moonlight, only himself and his shadow remained, and he wanted to hide himself in a no-man's corner, so that he could no longer have any scruples and cry alone.

He walked through a long and narrow bamboo forest to the garden in the backyard, where the flowers revealed a bleak and silent beauty in the light of the silver moonlight and the twinkling stars.

The garden is filled with a variety of flowers, including pink lilies, which symbolize purity and nobility, violets, which symbolize elegance and beauty, and zinnias, which symbolize longing. The most eye-catching, however, is a stone tombstone wrapped in flowers.

Iris plucked a bunch of zinnas from the flowers, placed them on the stone floor of the tombstone, and then stood there motionless, staring intently at the tombstone in front of him, his eyes full of pitiful sadness and longing.

Wet tears rolled in his azure eyes on his somewhat immature face, and he resisted to let them slip out of his eyes. He knew that she didn't like to see her sad, and she said that her heart would hurt then, even though she couldn't see it anymore.

Iris turned his back suddenly, and slowly moved his steps towards the garden, and suddenly two lines of hot tears broke free from his eyes, flowed down his cheeks, and dropped drops of longing tears on the fragrant and soft earth.

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