He had now returned to the Lion Castle, surrounded by Brad and the high-ranking generals of the Lion.

Everyone greeted each other with a smile, either this one patted his head or the one who kicked his ass, praised Philip's bravery, and belittled his own stinky boy by the way.

In short, today is a carnival inside the wild lion, which makes Philip show his face in front of these uncles and uncles, and even grandfathers.

Brad proudly held his grandson in his arms, and there was still a trace of seriousness on his big face full of furrows, and he smiled like he had won a lottery with a 50 million gold card from beginning to end.

Only then did Philip know that in order to cooperate with his return, Wesley and the others deliberately did not go back to Gaokan City directly, but went to Vila Di City, which is not far away, to relax for a while, and did not come back until this morning, only one step earlier than him.

Tomorrow, there will be even more ceremonies and receptions, and the whole city will gather in the Grand Place of Glory to witness the city lord Marquis Nou personally put on the epaulettes of the cadet knights, a symbol of honor and status, as a reward for winning the championship for the city of Gokan.

Of course, this is only symbolic, and the real ceremony will be held when they reach adulthood, but the epaulettes and related supporting documents will be taken home by them on the same day.

It wasn't much for Philip and Wesley, but for Chris, and especially Holps, it was a dream come true that the family had been waiting for for a long time.

Returning to their hometown was far more exciting for the young people than in that strange imperial capital, waiting for them not only their fathers and fellow villagers, but also the girl they had loved for a long time.

In the Lion Castle, Philip hid on the observation deck, let the cold air blow on his face, sober up, and by the way, hide from those enthusiastic uncles.

It's terrible, there are no polite nobles here, just a group of heroic and rude soldiers.

No one symbolically holds a glass of champagne and takes a sip, all holding up a huge thigh-sized metal glass of Philip, filled with beer, with each enthusiastic impact making a deafening noise.

The sound of the toast is not an elegant conversation, but a heroic shout, as if they are not asking you for a drink, but fighting.

They were literally fighting, and in the middle of the feast, the ladies were taken to the conserve by Jane and Catherine, and all that was left was the men.

As soon as the women left, the men suddenly tore off the disguise they had just made, as rude as they were, as ugly as they were.

Philip's uncle, Francis, stripped off his shirt, revealing his luxuriant chest hair, and was shirtless and scuffled with a strong man who was said to be a staff officer.

You punched me and I punched, without any technical content, and in the end, I fell on the table with my arms, smashed a wine bottle, and there was a group of cheers.

Philip was so frightened that his grandfather, who had already drunk a lot, stared at him obscenely, so he had to hide here and tremble.

Bruce also came, he was shocked by his father's ugliness, and he couldn't stand it anymore so he had to hide.

Chris also came, his grandfather was sitting in the bank, opened the handicap, but unfortunately he didn't have a good eye, and he saw that he was going to lose a lot of money in the family.

"I'm very worried about the future of the Lion. Philip had a worried look on his face.

"Why?" Bruce didn't react.

Philip sighed and explained, "That Uncle Gordon who is fighting with your father is said to be the best tactical staff officer of the Mad Lion Division, and almost all combat plans must be reviewed by his hands.

I thought he was an intellectually enhanced awakened being, but if you look at him, is he thinking with his muscles?"

Bruce's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to react.

As the owner of the future Wild Lion, he wanted to argue a few words, but Gaba smacked his mouth a few times, was stunned and didn't speak, and drank a big sip of wine depressedly.

It was still Chris who was kind, knew how to comfort him, touched his bald head and said, "I feel that our carnivals in the imperial capital are similar to them." ”

After saying that, both Bruce and Phillip glared at him angrily.

Philip even said: "At least we don't have a three-foot-thick belly and the same chest hair as an orangutan, and Boris's has been shaved by me." ”

Both Bruce and Chris laughed, and Bruce even slipped and fell to the ground, and he drank quite a lot tonight.

"When we were as old as them, we would still drink and fight together like this, and those scars are really enviable. Chris said with a wistful look on his face.

"It will!" replied to him, Bruce, who struggled to his feet with Philip on his feet, ignoring the smudges on his body, and shouted loudly around Chris's neck.

Philip took half a step back, a little away from the two good friends, shook his head and said, "I won't." ”

The two looked at him together, waiting for his explanation, otherwise they wanted him to look good.

Philip explained: "At least I won't have so many scars, I'll always be the winner. And I don't have that big belly, just look at my parents.

I have to say, my genes are excellent.

You're responsible for getting ugly, and I'm just going to be so beautiful all the time. ”

"Get out!!" Bruce and Chris raised their middle fingers together, having been with Philip for a long time, they had already learned.

Bruce even tucked Philip's head under his armpit, making his beautiful hairstyle that took him an hour to mess up like a chicken nest.

The three of them quarreled for a while, and Bruce's wine also woke up a lot, before Philip asked, "Will Randall participate tomorrow?"

Bruce lowered his head and didn't speak, but Chris and Randall were closer, and said: "When we were in Verladi City, we talked to each of us, even Holps, but it didn't work out, he still avoided us.

In the end, Chuck got angry, beat him up, and beat him to tears, but Chuck ended up crying.

Randall relented and accepted the epaulettes, but he did not participate in the parades and drinking parties that followed. ”

Oh, Chuck's cold guy even cries too?

Philip became interested and pestered Chris to tell him the details, but unfortunately he didn't use the camera to record this classic moment.

Chris couldn't laugh or cry, but it didn't go against his will, because he was always happy to talk about it himself.

In this way, it was not until the next night, after an even larger drinking party, that Philip had to pretend to be drunk, and was taken back to the Lion Castle by Brad.

In addition to those enthusiastic uncles, the heat in the eyes of the ladies and ladies seemed to melt him.

On the sofa in the study, Philip took a sip of piping hot sobering tea and rubbed his face before he came to his senses.

Brad handed Philip a cigar, and Philip shook his head, preferring cigarettes to cigarettes.

In the dim light, Brad's face loomed in the thick smoke.

"This trip to the imperial capital is nine deaths, I hope you can remember this lesson and stop being reckless.

Sometimes the invisible enemies are more dangerous than the ones that come at you with knives.

This time you won by luck, not by strategy, and you can't always have good luck. ”

This is the first time that Brad has finally found an opportunity to express his views with Philip since his trip to the imperial capital, and it is also the first time that Philip has grown so old and Brad has lectured him in such a heavy tone.

Philip bowed and listened, but did not refute, grandfather's words were right, it was time for him to sum up.

But Brad soon smiled again, holding Philip's face in his hands, looking left and right, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Dozens of days ago, when he heard the bad news, he really planned to rush to the imperial capital desperately.

But now that Philip was sitting alive in front of him, the old lion who licked the calf was also a little emotional, as if in a dream.

"But I'm glad that you're telling me all about your plans this time, and that you really think of yourself as a member of the Snape family. ”

Philip stared blankly at his grandfather, who was a meter away, wondering why he would say that.

Brad took a deep breath before explaining: "Although you used to be respectful or naughty, you would always unconsciously behave a little detached, maybe you didn't feel it yourself.

I think it started when it was in this study, where I put your knowledge to the test, and you showed me those little cleverness.

I was happy at the time, but it always felt a little weird, and then I thought about it.

Alienation, that's the word, it's apt.

You are like my subordinate, or my student, not my grandson.

Because you show your good side but never show your bad side, I don't mean naughty mischief, but the weakness in your human nature.

In this world, no one is without flaws, not even me, your father Matthew, or your mother Catherine, everyone has his shortcomings and despicable side, no exception.

But over the past few years, you have always behaved just right, never overdone, and always done what you had to do perfectly, even if no one urged you.

Neither does Bruce contradict me, nor does he have all the bad habits of ordinary gentlemen.

No tyranny, no gambling, no alcoholism, no smoking of those strange pills, and even in the woman who should be most interested in you at your age, she just prefers an exotic little girl, and even if she is, she is still perfect.

For a gentleman, you act too perfect, so perfect that you don't look like a teenager.

It won't let us know what you're worried about, what you're afraid of.

Many times, I don't know what my little grandson is thinking and what he wants to do in the future. ”

Brad's earnest words made Philip almost cry, he wanted to defend, but he couldn't, because Brad was right.

Without giving Philip a chance to be sentimental or repentant, Brad continued: "I am very happy that you have changed something this time in the imperial capital. ”