Ahbourne was roaring in his heart, and he wanted to smash the little man's ambition to pieces.

But he knew that he couldn't do this, and he definitely couldn't, and his father and mother would never watch him kill his eldest brother.

Recently, because of what happened to him, he was already the target of everyone, which brought huge trouble to the Brant family, and his plan for twenty years failed, although Ilze was temporarily replaced, but no one dared to guarantee how much effect it could play.

After all, Ilzer is almost forty years old, and he has long exceeded the limit of the Holy Son, and those opponents are afraid that they will not agree to Ilzer to sit in that position so easily, and if they want to win the consent of those people, the Brant family is afraid that they will not bleed hemorrhage.

If he does it at this time and kills Ilze again, then even his parents will not let him go easily.

At the thought of his father and mother's angry appearance, Ahiborne's body trembled with excitement, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on his body.

He really didn't want to see Ilze's ugly face anymore, so he simply couldn't see it, and left the mansion and walked directly to the outside of the church. Marcelino and Mireya naturally knew Ahiborne's current mood, but they didn't restrain Ahibon too much.

Blackwater Building.

The largest restaurant in the city of the Spang kings.

When night fell, it was already full of people, and even from a long distance, you could smell the rich aroma of wine.

Ahbourne sat alone in the corner, pouring bottles of high spirits into his stomach like a desperate spirit, trying to numb his spirit with this spicy thing.

It's good to be drunk, to be drunk.

As long as you get drunk, all your worries are gone.

It's just that as a legendary-level master, it's not easy to get drunk, there are already more than a dozen empty wine bottles on the table, and more than a dozen catties of high-grade liquor are in the stomach, and Ashiburn is only slightly drunk at best, and he is still far from being drunk.

He could clearly feel that there were people pointing at him all around, and he knew that Suosuo's voice was continuous, and the voice was full of mockery, disdain and banter, and his fingers subconsciously grabbed the wine bottle, eager to smash the heads of those people directly.

But in the end, Ashburn reluctantly let go of his finger and continued to drink desperately.

I don't know how long it has been, but I always feel that the bottles of wine sent up behind me are even stronger, and Ashbourne finally feels a little drunk, and his whole body is full of irrepressible heat, and his brain is even more buzzing.

Deep down in his heart, there was a strong urge to vent wildly.

It has nothing to do with women, it is a desire to destroy and destroy heartily.

It's a bit quirky, but I have to say that the feeling is pretty good, and he doesn't hate it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ashburn, he raised a pair of hazy eyes, it was a young man who looked a little older than himself, quite handsome, but his body was a little weak, with a hint of scholarly temperament, light brown curly hair, and even a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"This son, if there is no place nearby, can you share a table?" The young man asked with a smile, his every move was quite gentlemanly.

Ashbourne was a little suspicious, and he drunkenly pointed to his nose, "You don't know who I am?" Would you like to sit at a table with me? ”

"Of course you know, who in the entire kingdom of Spont doesn't know the name of the Son of Ahbourne?" The young man smiled: "In Lower Simmons, this is polite." ”

"Simmons?" Ashbourne muttered the name, and then laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Holy Son? ”

"Hehe, tomorrow, I won't be the Holy Son."

Simmons was a little stunned: "How do you say that?" Is it because of the recent gossip? ”

"You're saying it's gossip?" Ahbourne was genuinely surprised.

Simmons nodded as a matter of course: "Isn't it?" Who doesn't know that Lord Ahiburn is as gentle as jade, but he is a gentleman and gentleman, and now those messy rumors circulating among the people, why do you peek at your sister-in-law taking a bath, hook up with the princess, flirt with the princess, and go to the Qinglou without giving money, it is absolutely shameful and slanderous. ”

Ahbourne blushed.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of alcohol, or because of the shame deep in my heart.

He really wanted to tell the young man in front of him, in fact, it was not a slander, he really peeked at Ilze's wife taking a bath, really hooked up with the princess of the Sibang Sect, and really molested the princess of the Sibang Sect, as for going to the Qinglou...... Oh, just kidding, it's always the girls who give him money, when did he give those girls money?

Seeing Simmons's expression of righteous indignation because he had been slandered, he felt a little sorry for his trust.

It's just that in the environment that Qianfu is referring to, there are really people who are willing to stand on their side and say two good words for themselves, and Ashburn is really a little moved in his heart.

Maybe it was the alcohol that irritated his eyes, and he even felt that his eye sockets were hot, and the corners of his eyes were even a little moist.

"Besides, even if the rumors are true, so what?"

"Isabel is a saint, your fiancée, she is just a commoner, how can she compare to you? As long as she can save your life, don't say it's just a loss of virginity, even if she smashes her life into it, isn't it her obligation? ”

Confidant!

When he heard Simmons's words, Ashburn couldn't hold back at all.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, his spirit is extremely sensitive, Simmons's words reached the deepest part of his heart, everyone chased after his fault, but no one thought about what Isabelle's identity was, but she was just a lowly commoner...... Is the life of a civilian a life?

"Brother, you still understand me, it's a pity, there are too few people in the Sibang Sect who understand things like you, otherwise how could this Holy Son be reduced to such a situation as he is now?"

"Even the position of the Holy Son will be gone tomorrow."

Simmons was indignant: "Lord Holy Son, the villain dares to ask, who is taking over your Holy Son's place?" ”

"My brother, Ilze......"

"Oh, is that the dead fat pig? God, did Pope Marcelino have a cramp in his brain, how could he put that kind of goods in the position of the Son, did he deserve it? ”

"I can also understand Pope Marcelino's decision, whether it is you or Ilzer, it doesn't make any difference who sits in that position, after all, the most important thing for him is to continue the bloodline and power of the Brant family."

"But, Childe, don't you think it's too unfair to you? Did you really just give up? ”

There was a slight ferocity in Ahbourne's eyes, but it gradually faded away: "What if you don't give up?" ”

"Actually, in my opinion, you still have a chance to keep the position of the Holy Son......" Simmons' voice suddenly became low.

Ashborne's eyes lit up suddenly: "What do you say?" ”

Simmons smiled suddenly, and his deliberately suppressed voice, like a demon's whisper, slowly echoed in Ashborne's ears:

"You said that if you are the only one left in the Brant family, does your father have any other choice?"

Today I updated 10,000 words, and I'm continuing to write a little, but you don't have to wait, let's write as much as we can.

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