When he disguised himself and took advantage of the darkness of the night to meet his son, the Count of Lyon aboard the Murphy's Hammer was wearing a hospital gown and flaunting the supper he had prepared for a boatload of people in the airship cafeteria at the speed of two meat buns in the panicked gaze of four halfling chefs.

Fraser already had seven empty bun cages in his hand, as well as three plates of fried rice that had been eaten, and a bowl of hot and sour fish soup with only the underlying seasoning left.

This is almost enough food to feed a five-person strong man team, but looking at Brigadier Frazier's hungry appearance at this time, you can know that he is still far from being full, this inhuman amount of food really teaches a lesson to the halfling cook,

Good guys, are the Plantagenet people peerless rice buckets?

The Count of Lyon was also taken aback by his own son.

On the one hand, this amount of food is really amazing.

On the other hand, the aristocratic education you received since childhood taught you such a hungry ghost reincarnated eating posture?

This is also unseemly!

Why don't you just hold the bowl and drink the soup like those barbarians?

Unqualified!

Zero points!

The Count clenched his staff and was about to speak to his son, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the old butler beside him.

The old butler Huguenot stared at the strange skin color difference on the young master's left arm, and the danger perception from the golden assassin made him feel that the person sitting in front of him was not the familiar young master Fraser, but a hungry ancient beast.

Dangerous!

He glanced at the food plate next to him, suppressed his worries, and said:

"And isn't your appetite a little too good?"

"My war is over, and I will apply for retirement and return home when I return to the Pioneer Corps.

After the war on the Maginot Line, it's time to get back to where you rightfully are.

"But the news you received said that the young master was seriously injured and contaminated by chaos, and was forced to have an amputation in order to save his life, but look at this thing in front of you! He didn't have any wounds on his body, and his health was frightening. ”

Despite his mixed feelings for his father, the brigadier never lied to his father, just as the Count of Lyon cherished him, and regarded his father as the most precious relative in his life.

Fraser said with a bitter face while eating in a "terrible" gesture:

"That's my son, Huguenot!"

You defended my ideas, and this adventure almost sent you to hell.

"I'll tell you the truth, father, I was full by the time I finished the first plate of fried rice, but that pitiful calorie wasn't enough for 'it'."

"You should eat slowly."

"Get out of the way !!"

Three points full is a safe threshold.

The Earl immediately caught the hidden meaning of his son's words, and he asked with a frown:

Ms. Mosna told me that it was best to stay above this limit at all times so as not to make it restless. ”

Especially after the death of his mother, it is not an exaggeration to say that in addition to the wealth of the rich country and the authority above 10,000 people under one person, the two are poor and only each other is left.

"It?"

But as I said earlier, Father, when I accept the new life brought by the Symbios, the duty given by the Creator becomes my mission for the second half of my life, and I will march with Ron in the darkness and uproot the evil who hide in the shadows and peep into the world!

You should have retired a long time ago, Frazier.

"So, you're leaving the battlefield and you're putting yourself in a more dangerous situation?"

"So you're back to such a healthy posture because of 'it'? Can you tell me what it is? ”

"There's nothing wrong with it, father, as long as you don't have nightmares tonight because of hearing this."

The Count of Lyon was immediately anxious, and he scolded:

"Isn't that my son?"

"Very wrong, sir."

The Count sat down in the chair opposite his son.

"It has been using up its energy to sustain my life for the past few days, and now it is undoubtedly trying to eat back that lost energy. You can wait outside for a while, and I guess another half an hour will be enough to make it feel a little satisfied.

The old butler said vigilantly:

"You should get out of here now, and I'll leave it here."

After listening to his son's description, the well-informed Earl's heart was not small, he stroked his cane, and after thinking for a moment, he said in a serious tone:

"Then you have to retire from the army, son, it is always difficult for people in war to control their minds, and for others, the result of losing control of emotions is at best an angry mess, but it is a fatal thing for you.

The Count shook his head and said:

"I know him, I won't be mistaken, he's Frazier, I don't care what happened to him, I just care about my son coming back safely. I'm sure he won't hurt me, get out of the way! ”

It will be an eternal service"

The Count of Lyon was a little angry.

The latter was also happy to see his father coming, and just about to get up, his face changed, and he sat back with a regretful expression, picked up the bun and continued to eat.

Even if their relationship is not the classic father-son filial piety, it is definitely true feelings.

Fraser nodded and said:

"That thing just looks like Young Master, but it's not."

I'd rather you do nothing for the rest of your life than go through another terrible disaster that almost lost you, you can't be so selfish, son, you have to think about your poor father. ”

"Sir!"

The count's tone became indifferent, causing the faithful old butler to grit his teeth, get out of the way, grasp the dagger hidden deep in his waist, and follow Leon close to Fraser, who was about to start the ninth basket of vegetarian buns.

While stuffing the delicious bun into his mouth, Frazier told the Count of Lyon everything that had happened to him as it was, and did not hide the matter of the symbiotic crystallization.

"What are you talking about?"

The old butler whispered:

"I will obey your ideas."

He struck the ground with his cane and scolded:

"Can't you just do something your age should do? Why can't you squander at will like other young people, get drunk and dream of death, and live a rotten and boring young master life? Oh my God, I never thought that one day I would feel hopeless because you were too self-motivated.

Maybe it's because I've been too demanding of you since you were a child."

"Don't worry, father, I won't do those dangerous things alone."

Fraser shrugged, shoved the last veggie bun into his mouth, and picked up the clam chowder next to him that was served by the awe-struck halfling chef, and drank it down.

He let out a comfortable moan of satisfaction, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth in a graceful gesture.

At least in this moment, he turned back into the child who made the Count proud and satisfied.

He picked up the high-calorie egg cone pastry next to him and put it into his mouth, the large amount of sugar made the symbiotic in his body feel satisfied, and even his tone with Fraser softened, he said:

"I will learn to inherit the family inheritance and become a good head of the family as you wish, and I will also make good use of the wealth and power of the family to advance this business given by the Creator to a higher level.

I once heard from my foreign friends about a thrilling story of 'Baxman', a legend of a man like me who wore a cloak to protect the city.

Great story that puts me in a good mood.

But I've always felt that the Dark Knight's methods of fighting evil were too outrageous, and that he could have used his other identity to do something greater.

Father, I will be the best heir in your mind.

But I'll be another person too. ”

Fraser stood up, put his father in his arms, and whispered:

"I will bring our family into true greatness, and of course, after that, I will pass on the inheritance to you and Aunt Runa's children, and when your expectations are fulfilled, I will set off again to complete another part of my life.

in Transnesia.

You know, there's a girl waiting for me.

I'll never be able to get close to her in Capet's name, but I'll be there for her as soon as I can finally unload my burdens in the future. ”

The Count fell silent.

After a few minutes, he said to Huguenot, the old butler beside him, with a certain subtle smile:

"What more can I say? My child is very good, even outstanding, but unfortunately he is a little too good, which is probably a pity. ”

"That's a good thing, sir."

Old Huguenot softly reassured:

"Now that the young master is determined to return to the life trajectory you have arranged for him, it means that you can no longer worry about inheritance and focus on your own business. I'll go with the young master to his place to pack his bags, and you should probably take this time to complete the necessary conversation with the owner of this airship.

He's waiting for you. ”

"Hmm."

The Count nodded, said goodbye to his child at the door of the dining room, and went to the captain's room under the guidance of Adele, who was waiting next to him.

When I opened the door, I saw Murphy standing by the porthole with his hands behind his back, in the posture of a solitary vampire in the dark, looking at the group of Genoese refugees who were nervously "walking the line" in the night below.

Carrying large bags and small bags, they carefully boarded the boats waiting by the lake along the gap in the defense line of the Pioneer Legion, led by the head of the snake head of the Wolf Venom Clan.

These poor and frightened people have left behind the past and crossed the lake in the night with a longing for the future, and any disturbance will make them as alert as frightened rabbits, and once they reach the opposite shore, they will enter the area of administration of Translasia.

But that's not the end of their journey.

Once on the other side of the lake, you'll have to travel through the fish-man ambush area under the leadership of the Bloodrat Gang to the edge of the Smuggler's Woodland, where you will visit the mysterious chief of the Bloodclaw Clan and the powerful Lord Nash.

After paying a large "toll" for the refugees, Nash would use his "connections" to arrange for the refugees to go to the factory area under construction in the Under Armour Hills, where he would secure a job for the refugees to make ends meet.

Although the industry of "going to Translasia" has risen for less than half a month, it seems to have a complete and mature industrial chain, from which every link has oil and water to be fished.

As long as Translasia's thirst for manpower continues, the industry will continue to play steadily, and it is said that the members of the Blood Rat Gang are already planning to open up a second and third similar chains on the border between Kafhoka and the Sachs region.

"They're running for freedom, at least they think, they're running for freedom."

Murphy didn't look back, maintaining the posture of the "forcing king" and said in a gentle voice:

"Regrettably, what awaits them in Transia will be the heavy lifting of rebuilding their territory.

I would give them a spacious and bright dormitory, delicious and nutritious food, a modest but adequate salary, a look forward to a new hometown, and finally a little visible prosperity.

Prosperity fashioned with their hands.

But there will be no freedom, except for the freedom of Lord Leon, and will you think that I am a bad person? ”

"You're not a good person at least."

The Count of Lyon has also seen the world.

When King Louis was still a young man who had not walked around hunting for romance, the Count of Lyon was by His Majesty's side, which gave him a wealth of experience in dealing with young superiors, and according to the various reports of the intelligence collectors of the Capet family on Murphy, the Count already had a preliminary impression of Murphy in his heart.

He knew how to answer to make Murphy feel satisfied.

So the Count leaned on his staff and whispered:

"Only those who are most lacking in freedom will spend their days claiming to be from the so-called 'free' country, and the most ordinary things that are visible every day will not be flaunted by those who are accustomed to it, so I would consider Transcia a place of freedom.

Best of all, there is more than just freedom for these refugees. ”

"Ah, what a perfect answer, Lord Count."

Murphy turned and looked at the Count of Leon.

He nodded slightly and said:

"Then I have enough reason to believe that in the future country dominated by the Capetian family, it will also be filled with everything I and you want to see. Before we get into the conversation, let's talk a little bit about the gossip that is lovely.

I have heard that in the preparations for the upcoming construction of the railway in the Antani region of the Plantagenet Kingdom, the Capetian family has not been able to take the lead in the project.

Louis's most trusted Chancellor of the Exchequer gave another family the railroad contract that would have made many people rich overnight, and to make matters worse, that family had only just made its mark in recent years, and it was just a true nouveau riche compared to your family background.

There is a lack of heritage and a lack of inheritance.

So can I understand that King Louis, who is far away in the fog capital, thinks that the Capet family can no longer expand?

I heard that in addition to fully owning the Cato region, you have also controlled 40% of the industry in the Anjou region, and the Sivir family, who have only been cooperating with you for less than a year, have already mastered one-third of the land around Nantes and have begun to monopolize a part of the arms market in the Plantagenet Kingdom.

With all due respect, Lord Count, you and the members of your system are eating a little scary, especially for the rulers.

You see, although I am not in the stream, I am also barely a ruler. ”

Murphy stared at the Count of Lyon, and he said:

"If you can't change your way of doing things, I guess King Louis's next sword will soon fall on you, and a wise ruler will not allow an uncontrolled 'Leviathan' to emerge in his country."

"Unbeknownst to you, Your Majesty is determined to restart the exploration of the New World."

The Count of Lyon said with a blank face:

"The Capetian family has been entrusted with the task of forming an expedition fleet for His Majesty, and our position in the Plantagenet Kingdom is still solid, so if you are planning to sow discord."

"No, no, no, I'm just reminding! Out of the moral interest of a friend, I advise you not to be in such a hurry to go to the New World, the mighty Aztec kingdom has been on fire lately. ”

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Because of the shameless wreak havoc of the White Devil, King Louis has to face the sunset expedition of His Majesty Osiris if he wants to colonize the New World, and I don't think the current Plantagenet Kingdom can challenge such an extraterritorial beast.

Your only hope is on the plains of the Holy Spirit further north in the New World.

It had been slaughtered by the cultists, and it was the perfect colony, but when King Louis got a rich new land, he had to give up some of his old possessions.

Lord Leon, I don't like to hide my head or show my tail, and I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll just say it.

In the future 'Principality of Cape', I hope that the Church of Light will become the state religion, I hope that we can become allies, and I also hope that the Capetian family will stand on the right side on some sensitive issues. ”

"Those things are too far away for me to see when I close my eyes and bury them in the ground."

The Count of Lyon shook his head and said:

"So let's talk about something more realistic, Your Excellency.

I chose a wife for my miserable child, but he did not like it, and the man he liked was taught by you to be a remarkable woman whom I could not but respect.

Therefore, I hope that my children will not be alone in the future. ”

"Then it's up to Brigadier Frazier to figure it out on his own, we in Transcia don't have a tradition of forcing girls to marry their relatives, as we all know, women in our place are not easy to mess with, and I don't want to be shot in the head by Miriam."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Also, it doesn't matter to me if your son is unsuccessful in pursuing Miss Beckie, what he should change is not his own style, but his own gender, people don't like men in the first place.

Inviting you here tonight is just to strengthen our cooperation, but for now, it seems that our cooperation can be extended to a deeper level.

There are traces of twilight in the Plantagenet Kingdom, and Brigadier Frazier will not let them go, and he and I are the most determined companions in this matter, and the best thing is that he will have enough time and resources to deal with the dangerous lurkers lurking among you when he returns to his boring life as a noble prince after retiring from his retirement.

I hope you don't stop him, for it would do you and your majesty no harm in getting rid of those madmen. ”

"They almost killed my child!"

The Count of Lyon said in a deep voice:

"I want to strangle them, so, of course, I will cooperate and support my children, so I wish us a happy cooperation in all respects, Your Excellency the Governor."

(End of chapter)