"What's going on?"

Bronk rubbed his swollen sideburns to soothe the feeling of lethargy in his mind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info eagle-like sharp eyes looked around at the familiar environment in front of him, and his vicissitudes of life had a cold and murderous aura on his face.

The Earl did look a little old, though he didn't approve of it himself.

Disobedience to old age is the norm, especially according to his actual age, he is still at the peak of his body. But the slightly thin and frail body could not make one associate this somewhat gloomy middle-aged man with a powerful knight.

Until now, many people in the Morte Territory still vaguely remember the knight as strong as a giant bear, but every time this powerful knight is mentioned, it causes a sigh of embarrassment from the describer.

Yes, this knight is Bronke, or rather, Bronk before the injury.

Taylor's rebellion not only caused great losses to the Molde Lord's armed forces, but also deprived his younger brother, who had the potential to advance to gold, the possibility of further advancement.

The dagger coated in the saliva of a bipedal wyvern pierced the Count Bronck's lower abdomen, severing not only the affection between brothers, but also the hope of the Moult Lord.

After hanging his brother in a hurry, Bronk began to transform. He lost his original fierce fighting spirit and brave physique, and replaced it with a utilitarian personality and a mind that indulged in pleasure.

All the knights who followed him found that their lord was no longer the heroic soldier, but more and more like a politician.

However, no one knew that the blood hidden in the body of the Count of Bronk did not disappear with the removal of the toxin. At least when encountering this strange situation, Bronke subconsciously chose to believe not in his own city and strategy, but in the fighting spirit and swordsmanship that he had never abandoned in the past fifty years.

But soon the Earl of Bronque relaxed, for in the depths of the house which he was somewhat familiar with, came a figure more familiar to him.

"Father. ”

Bronk snorted softly, and under the interference of some mysterious force, he subconsciously chose to ignore the reason why his father, who had been dead for many years, could appear in front of him.

"You still know that I am your father, look at the way you look now, what is the difference between you and the wanderers in the streets! I gave you the territory in the hope that you would become a good lord, and that the Morte Collar would be more abundant in your hands. But what about you? Do you remember your lordship? Are you going to go to Ranstel and become a courtier?"

"Am I wrong? Could it be that the lord must be a barbarian at the front, not a wise man at the rear?"

"Barbarians, don't forget, the entire Morte family has become a real nobleman by merit since its birth! What you look down on is not anyone else, but your ancestor Bronk Morte!"

"Father, you misunderstood, I didn't look down on anyone, but why can't you understand me, is it wrong for me to make such a choice?"

Although he is middle-aged, in front of his father, Bronk still feels that he is still the young man who communicated with his father in the study. The reason why he looked at the man in front of him with reddish eyes like a child was not because of the weakness of his heart, but because he wanted to get a compliment from him like he did back then.

"Alas," said the spirited old earl, looking lovingly at Bronck, and his tone returned to his former peace, "the difference between man and beast is the difference in intelligence, and as you said, there is no doubt that a lord who can only fight and kill is a barbarian. ”

"Father, I'm not ......"

Hearing the old earl talk about what he had just said, Bronk hurriedly explained.

"I see what you mean, it's not just you who lost your mind, I'm too. Maybe it's been too long, and we, father and son, have forgotten how to talk to each other. ”

"No matter how much I forget, my respect for you has never changed. It's you, ******** to get Taylor in trouble. ”

Bronk glanced at his father and muttered quietly, though his countenance was slightly unnatural at the mention of Taylor.

"We'll talk about him later, but let's talk about your problem first. ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Alas, child, you have gone astray. ”

"Didn't you just say ......?"

"I was right to say that, but I didn't finish it. Any nobleman who can become a lord will not be a brainless reckless man, not only because of their education, but also from the experience they have gained from the process of becoming a lord. ”

Speaking of this, the old earl glanced at Bronke with deep meaning, and then continued: "However, this does not mean that the lord only needs to intrigue, you still need more things. ”

"Of course, although strength is important, it is not important enough to decide the ownership of the territory, after all, the "Noble Bill" signed by the nobles of the entire continent is not to be seen. ”

"As long as the system of 'aristocracy' has not collapsed, no one will dare to blatantly snatch other people's territories, and as for some unseemly means, it is up to each to do what he can. ”

"Since strength is not so important, then father, you mean that I have gone astray......"

"It's not that important, it's not as important as you think. ”

"I ......"

"There's no need to deny it in a hurry, if you don't put too much emphasis on strength, how can you be decadent like this after being injured?"

"Your idea is good, but too much calculation of allies and family will lose their friendship and affection. You must always remember that you are a real nobleman, not an honorary nobleman in the court who has to rely on mutual calculations to keep the title. Your duty is to pass on the realm, and then make it better and more conducive to the rule and continuation of the Morte family in the process of inheritance!"

"Family? You mean Taylor, and I have no family relationship with him!"

Hearing the old earl say this, Bronke, who was already depressed in his heart, immediately became angry, and he looked at his eccentric father angrily, looking extremely impatient.

"Do you know what he did to me, that damn bastard ruined my vindictive essence and hurt my vitality. Originally, I had the hope of advancing to gold, becoming a heroic spirit who could still protect my family after death, but now there is nothing, nothing!"

"Who do you say is a bastard, and whatever he does, he's your brother!"

"If you hadn't cared too much about him, how could he have such delusions!

"No matter how bad my education is, I haven't raised a beast that kills my father!"

"He dares! He dares to have such thoughts, see that I don't kill him!"

Bronk shouted angrily, but he reacted immediately: "Father, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? Of course, to remind you to be careful of your 'dutiful' son. ”

"Monroe, no way! This kid may not be favored by me, but, but ......."

"Don't forget, how did your eldest son die?"

"I ..... this brute, how dare he, how dare he!"

Bronk screamed loudly and awoke from his dream, his shirt completely wet with cold sweat.

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