After the First World War, the United States in the twenties and thirties ushered in a golden period of economic explosion.

At that time, people used to call the wealthy areas of Long Island, New York, "East Egg" and "West Egg" respectively, because the topographic planning of the two tight coastlines at that time resembled an oval pigeon egg placed at the east and west ends.

At that time, almost all of the wealthy tycoons living in the "East Egg" on Long Island had a long family history and heritage, and were traditional aristocrats with deep roots in the political and business circles of the United States.

And "West Egg" is synonymous with nouveau riche.

More than half a century later, Long Island is still the most famous and wealthy area of New York, but it has long lost its old name.

The wheels of the times are rolling forward, not to mention a wealthy family with a long heritage, and even the dynastic country is inevitably the rise and fall of the country, the so-called Dongegg aristocratic district has long been replaced by generations of newly rising capital tycoons.

But it is the most intimate and most expansive mansion of the Howlett estate, which is said to have stood there since the beginning of this century and has never changed. It's like a spectator in the long history of history, always looking at the "neighbors" around him walking around.

James rarely lives in a New York mansion anymore, and more often than not, he lives in his old mansion in Canada, which is mainly where the Asazo and Raven families live, and the Rogers, who also work in New York, often live here.

But it was rare for the servants to see Mr. Howlett sitting by the great fireplace in the drawing-room early in the morning, in deep thought, not realizing in the slightest when he had returned.

The housekeeper of the manor asked the lord with some trepidation if he wanted some breakfast, and finally just put aside the cigars that James likes to smoke on weekdays, as well as some wines, and did not dare to disturb him again.

His mood didn't seem to be good, and he didn't even move the cigar on the Nanmu coffee table, just sat on the sofa with one hand on his forehead, watching the firewood in the fireplace crackle.

The dim light of the fire reflected James's face, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

Burst!

A cloud of black-red smoke flashed at the door of the living room with Asazzo's figure, his suit jacket on his shoulders, his shirt holding the armrest at the entrance of the building, tilting his head and raising his long red ears, observing the movement in the room. "Huh? Dad? When are you here?"

Asazzo was relieved to see his father's surprise, and he drooped his tail and shook his head and teleported to the couch opposite James and lay down, looking very tired.

"Well, what are you doing? I didn't come back last night."

James looked at Asazzo and rolled his eyes strangely, and he asked softly as he touched the humidor, and unnaturally took out one and clamped it in his hand.

Asazzo lay on the sofa and squinted, flicked his tail for a while, and said slurred in his mouth:

"Hmm... No, nothing... That's right, Daddy!"

He suddenly refreshed, turned over and lay on his side, looked at James and said with a chicken thief on his face:

「... Ahem, Raven will ask later, and he will say that I will go with you on an errand! Otherwise, she'll be nagging again... It's a lot of trouble!"

"Shhhh Whew..."

James took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, seeing that Asazzo was leaning back again and getting confused, he gritted his teeth, tried his best to suppress his emotions and said calmly:

"Why is Raven in trouble? Even I know everything about you!" "You! How do you know that?"

Asazzo got up with a puff of excitement, looked at his father with a cigar lit and seemed to be smiling, scratched the beard on his chin in embarrassment, and continued helplessly:

"That kid must have told you about Eric... He's just jealous of my ease of slipping out, I haven't relaxed in the daily training of the legion, and maybe he's jealous of my fans, alas, I've tried to keep a low profile..."

The Red Devil flashed to the circle chair on James's right again, looked much more serious, and then asked:

"By the way, Daddy, what the hell is the 'Sirius Legion' for?

Why? Honestly, the Whip of Order and the Wolves are enough—"

"Let's not talk about the Legion, ahem... Tell me more about what you did when you slipped out!"

James interrupted Asazzo with a puff on his cigar, and coughed lightly, a little chokingly, in a rare seriousness.

"Hey... Didn't I participate in a talk show interviewed last year, and I knew that I have a group of so-called 'devil believers' fans... The hostess is one of them, she often invites me to participate in the fans' meetings, see.... Noodles..."

Asazzo's eyebrows sank as he spoke, and his relaxed and casual tone became more and more suspicious, staring at Daddy's strange smoking posture, as if he was a novice who had never touched a cigar much, and smoked it as if it were an ordinary cigarette.

James suddenly became emotional, he sat up straight and pressed out his cigar indiscriminately, his expression was angry and even a little out of shape, as if he had changed a person, and his tone was extremely high-pitched.

"Hostess? Fan meet-and-greets? Hum! Is this something you should be involved in? Raven is working so hard day by day, she has to worry about the mess in S.H.I.E.L.D., and she usually has to take care of the family, your son is now older and has a good relationship with you! I can't manage it if I run around..."

Asazzo's red face turned a little darker, and he snorted twice and exploded into a cloud of smoke, teleporting from James to sit down again.

Looking at the hysterical appearance that "Daddy" had never had, he patted his forehead and said helplessly:

"Honey... Hmph, it's really hard for you, it's not easy to become a daddy, right... He's so tall, hehe, don't force it too much."

"James" crossed his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, listening to Asazzo's teasing and clenching arms, his black robe and burly figure shrinking rapidly.

The handsome and resolute face turned up layers of indigo scales, and suddenly turned back into Raven in pale pink silk pajamas, folded his legs and said sharply:

"Do you think I don't know? Don't forget that I'm in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. with Peggy! Your hostess from France has already been checked by me!"

Asazzo snorted and leaned back on the couch, sneering at his neck:

"So what did you find! Well? Hmph, it turned out to be my dad to cheat me. Your Excellency, you have a lot of courage!"

「… I, Daddy wouldn't mind, if he knew that you were doing this to me, he would definitely throw you to the Arctic Circle to guard the "Wolf Tower!" If I hadn't caught the traces of your meeting, I would have dumped the evidence on your baboon's ass!

"I said it was just an ordinary fan meeting! Raven, you're willing to let me go to such a cold place......