The pale golden sunset pours through the branches of the laurel trees in the fountain garden, and the faint light and shadow make you feel tired. There is still a subtle chill in the cold winter wind that has just dispersed, and although it has not yet reached the world of flowers blooming, there are already many flower bones emerging from the branches, standing slim in a silent green.

Wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt, a waistcoat, and a pair of trousers and boots with gold silk trim, Luson sat in the shade of a tree, holding the sheepskin scroll in his hand and browsing very leisurely, and even a very sharp-looking Dominic scimitar was hung around his waist, and there was a slight scar on his arm - although only a few months had passed, in the eyes of the servants and maids, Master Luson had changed more than in the past few years.

The smiling Lusen took the hot coffee handed by the maid and took a sip, the rich fragrance seemed to loosen the frowning frowning slightly, but it was still a little complicated, as if he had always been troubled by something.

"Master Luthen, Master Holard asked me to tell you that he is resting. The middle-aged butler, dressed in simple clothes, stepped forward and saluted slightly, and said without much emotion in his plain eyes: "If you still plan to meet, it's best to go over now." ”

“...... Understood, thanks for the kind reminder. Lusen stood up silently, nodded to the middle-aged butler in thanks, and then turned and walked briskly towards the Marquis Hollard's study.

As usual, the Marquis of Hollard's study was spotless, with no extra light except for a silver candle on the table. Even the air was filled with the scent of ancient wood and parchment. Sitting behind his desk, Holard Minester squinted as if he were taking a nap. Cautiously, Lusen gently closed the door without making a sound. Then he slowly sat down directly across from the old man.

Just as he got up slightly to blow out the candle on the table, he was stopped by the somewhat withered palms. Watching the somewhat panicked Luson slowly sit back in his chair, Holard didn't say anything, but instead made Lusen feel inexplicable fear.

"How are you doing, Grandfather Hollard?" Lusen asked, a little reluctant to show that humble smile, "The kingdom has just ended so much, and you must be quite tired. ”

"I'm not tired...... I was just a little scared. The corners of Holard's mouth twitched, "Yes, I'm very scared right now - there's nothing strange about that. Because the current Minest family is a strong enemy, and we are in a dilemma!"

"Dilemma?" Lusen's face showed a hint of surprise: "I don't understand, didn't we win the battle of Bright Star City - the whole of Dominica is in chaos, and the Honan family must now rely on us to barely maintain their position around them, and the Ottovik family will kill each other at any time......"

"That's right, but what did the Minests get out of it?" Marquis Holard interrupted him rudely, his gaze swept coldly from Lusen's face, "Enjoyed that triumphal ceremony, didn't you?"

"I know that my exploits in Bright Star City are not enough to be rewarded with a triumphal ceremony, and many people are more qualified than me......!"

"Only vanities and petty nobles. will be proud that they can participate in a triumph - and the Minest family does not belong to either of these two people!" Holard said in a deep voice, "You are the heir of the Minest family, you should understand what is behind this triumphal ceremony. And the truth hidden in these hypocritical cheers!"

Why would the entire Imperial Council approve of His Majesty Horace's triumphal ceremony, which was not actually a glorious victory? Luson suddenly fell silent, his innate thinking that he immediately sensed something, but he could not say it clearly, and only vaguely felt that it was probably inseparable from the Duke of Berrion.

"Although the Knights of the Sacred Tree have always been at odds with our family, there is one thing that we have to admit - their will to fight is indeed unmatched, even that Edward is a little surprising, you have been living in gardens and libraries, and it is not difficult to accept that you can't beat these people on the battlefield, not to mention that you have done your best. ”

"As for the battle of Bright Star City, the Honan family completely destroyed the Otovik family who betrayed them, the power of the kingdom penetrated deep into Dominica, and the prestige of the Knights of the Sacred Tree spread throughout the south...... As for Edward Witwood, he became Lord of Fort Clarion, which would give him a legitimate chance to propose to your sister, Alan Kwyn. The old man sighed lightly with emotion: "Everyone has benefited. ”

"Only the Minest family......" Lusen muttered to himself, "only we have nothing, not even a copper plate!"

In fact, for the Minestes, the destruction of the Ottovic family's hegemony in Dominica was in itself the greatest gain - the easternmost city-state in the whole of Dominica had excellent access to the sea, and could even compete with the Minestrians for a share of the ocean trade, and may even slowly monopolize the trade on the west coast of Dominica.

After all, even the Minestrians would not be as good as the "native" merchants of Dominica in carrying goods from the West Coast to Seahorse Harbor to Dominica - even if it was just to destroy the threat, the Outoviks would be important enemies of Minnest.

But even the Minests couldn't accept that they had to pay so much for just such a goal - Luson knew very well how much his poor performance on the battlefield, especially with the strong comparison of Edward Witwood, would cause damage and damage to the family's reputation, and also make his position within the family extremely dangerous.

"But none of this is a problem compared to your stupidity. Holard pressed his arms on the armrests: "Assassinate Edward Witwood, if he is the kind of little squire who can be easily killed, do you think I will watch him inherit the Hague Castle?"

"Do you know where the scariest thing about buying a murderer is? If you hold the blade in someone else's hands instead of your own, it means that the other person is likely to betray or even kill yourself for more profit! Jealousy and ambition make you lose sight and become eager for quick success, Luceen...... Looks like you'll need to take a good break to get back to normal, and figure out who you really are!"

In the face of his grandfather's reprimand, Lusen, who was already pale, didn't even have room to resist - he sat motionless in his chair with his head down, quietly waiting for Holard to finish speaking before barely revealing his still trembling lips: "...... If you insist, I'd like to spend some time at the college and discuss philosophy with all of you. ”

"Very good, you can talk to the housekeeper about anything you need, as long as you can arrange it will be ready for you. Holard nodded in satisfaction, "Your position in the family will not be shaken in any way, and you will still be the future heir of the Minest family - but I also hope that this is the last time, and you will not let me down again!"

"Never!" Russon bowed slightly, and was about to leave when he stopped in front of the book door, "There is one thing I would like you to help me with, I ordered a new sword for Edward Witwood when I returned from Seahorse Harbor. ”

"I'll have someone send it - even if it's for his wedding. Holard replied, "Let this arrogant boy be proud for a while, and think about the consequences of doing so before he really decides to be against Minest." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward of the two book friends, the Great Love Tide God and the Thin Marks, and the average subscription of this book has finally broken 100 (although it is an average subscription...... But I'm really happy to be empty, and there is a day to hit the street~~

Let me be happy for a while, there really aren't many opportunities for this kind of self-satisfaction...... There is one more tonight~