It was late at night, only forty kilometers southeast of the imperial capital, which was close to the Finx Mountains, and a long time ago, it was an uninhabited place, in which only agile small animals appeared, and when the scope of the Bel Imperial Capital gradually expanded, this whole area was given to the ninth head of the Yakton family at that time. Vinos Jacton, who was the commander of the Bell Imperial Guard's Imperial City at the time, was actually ostracized by his political enemies for various reasons, otherwise he would not have obtained such a territory dominated by most of the mountains. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, although General Venos had many political enemies, he still had an extremely wide network of contacts, and after he lost power and stepped down, except for the loss of real power, the rest of the territory, such as the land, and the fortune remained unchanged until his death. However, due to the fact that there has never been a prominent person among his descendants, the status of the Jacton family has gradually been excluded from the political arena of the Bell Empire, and at the same time, the size of the territory has been decreasing with the reduction of the title of the head of the family, and now, the twelfth head of the Jacton family, Em Jacton, has been reduced to a viscount.

According to the territorial fiefdom system, the area of the territory is divided according to the knight's fief, and the so-called knight's fief is the land area that is enough to support a knight. The Bell Empire is vast and sparsely populated, and the emperor stipulates that a knight's fief is 100 square meters, and according to the title, the lowest baron also has 50 knights' domains, so the baron's territory is at least 5,000 square meters or more. By analogy, the territory owned by Lord Viscount Em Jacton is 7,500 square meters.

The title of the next head of the Yakton family will naturally be a baron, and the excess territory will be taken back by the Empire.

And that vein is located on the edge of the barony.

Perhaps, the next generation will be able to keep this vein, but what about the next generation?

Em Jacton began to cough violently, but even when he did, his brows were tightly furrowed.

The maid behind him hurriedly approached and handed him a spittoon, and another maid stepped behind him, patting him gently and rhythmically on the back.

Em Jacton laboriously spat out a mouthful of thick blue phlegm, and then slowly sat down at the head of the bed with the help of the maid, his face flushed, his mouth wide open and he gasped hard, faintly hearing the "bang-bang-bang" sound coming from his chest and lungs with his breathing, and then lowered his head and drank the water from the cup handed by the maid with difficulty.

It's a tall old man, but he's... Very old, the long gray hair was pulled back indiscriminately, because of the sufficient nutrition of his youth, there were no age spots on his face, but most of the skin lost its elasticity, drooping down, forming layers of furrows, and his lips were no longer bloody, and sometimes he trembled uncontrollably slightly, and his eyes began to be a little cloudy, but the occasional flash of fine light showed that he could still support it for a while.

The weather had warmed up, but the windows in the room were still tightly closed, and the fire in the fireplace was blazing, but it still couldn't completely dispel the fishy smell from the old man's body.

Sitting on the stool four or five meters from the bed was the next heir to the Jacton family, Raditz Jacton, like all the books depicted in the book, his hair was shiny and meticulous, his movements were too elegant and feminine, his eyes were narrow, and there was always a reserved smirk at the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the spittoon that was placed at the foot of the bed, and squinted his eyes with some disgust: "Father, are you okay?"

Em gasped and nodded, his son's expression was not unseen, but his eyes still flashed with love, when looking at this son who was not very satisfied, he always thought of his former self, although his son was not a professional, but he was also not, didn't he become the head of the family? Young people always have a time to mess around, because they have the capital to mess around, and when they mature, they will always put away their minds and think about problems from different angles, not to mention, the son in front of him is a little fun-loving, and he hasn't done anything uncontrollable, which is much better than his original self.

However, it would be nice if the two siblings swapped up!

"Raditz!"

"Yes, Father!"

"How are you doing with those lessons?"

"All good, Father!"

Em coughed lightly, smiled and gasped, "I know you're not interested in those things, but they'll come in handy when you become a baron." ”

Raditz didn't dare to refute, and obediently responded: "Yes!"

Em took the disapproval in his son's eyes, and changed the subject: "Why don't you spend much time with your sister when she comes back?

Raditz lowered her eyes: "Father, I am not a child now, I have my own circle, and my sister can't always follow us." Besides, my sister is so busy. ”

Em smiled understandingly: "It's good that you have your own ideas, but don't forget, Dylan is a professional, and she is your champion in the position of head of the family, you have no doubt about that." Suppose she becomes a holy magician in the future..."The old man shook his head self-deprecatingly as soon as he finished speaking, "... If she becomes a ninth-level magician in the future, our family, your position will be more secure. ”

"Good father," interjected Raditz impatiently, "I know all this. ”

The old man looked at his son with a tolerant smile: "Okay, I won't say much, you will understand later, go and call your sister." ”

Raditz stood up, "Yes, father. ”

He said goodbye to Em in an unflawed standard aristocratic posture, and hurried out of the room, glancing only to a corner of the room as he turned his back to his father.

In the hallway, Dylan stood up: "Raditz!"

Raditz stopped: "Sister!"

Dylan came to him: "How is Father?" "Father, it's okay, he's looking for you." Raditz replied succinctly, not daring to look at Dylan.

Dylan stepped forward and habitually pulled the placket for him, not noticing his slightly furrowed brow, and when she reached out to straighten his collar, Raditz took a step back: "Father is still waiting for you!" and before Dylan could reply, he rubbed her shoulder and walked away.

Dylan turned to look at the back that had become unfamiliar, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

My brother has changed a lot!

Maybe mature, but more obviously, alienated!

She knew that Raditz had dreamed of becoming a professional, and she had thrown herself into her arms and cried when she learned that she had no talent for magicians.

When he came home in the limelight, he didn't expect that it would hurt him.

Dylan watched Raditz's back disappear, shook his head, and walked towards his father's room. (To be continued.) )