The rhythm in front of me is not right, looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that he has come thousands of miles to find relatives.

It's supposed to be looking for someone by yourself, how can you let others find yourself?

The people arranged by the Bright Divine Court have not seen any of them until now, but they didn't expect that others would find their own heads.

The so-called god turn?!

The old stonemason Okero didn't know where he had gone, leaving Lin Mo alone, this time he was really at a loss.

"Yes, token, Lord Bunny Antren, your token!"

Jenkin suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly reminded his patron.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot!"

The aristocratic lord, who was still staring at Lin Mo eagerly, hurriedly groped around and took out something from his arms, which was lined with a flawless pure white silk scarf.

A stone that doesn't slip away, no, no, it's not right, it's supposed to be a clay block.

Lin Mo's eyes gradually widened, he looked at the pottery block in the other party's hand, and then looked at the nobleman, as if he wanted to confirm something, he also took out an inconspicuous pottery block from his arms.

"Yes, yes, this thing!"

The broker Zhan Jin was overjoyed, his hard work paid off, and he really found the person he was looking for after some hard work.

This lucrative bounty was enough to keep him away for a long time, for which he had been searching for more than a year in the Anstraser Empire, fake news, impersonations, countless counts, and only recently had some reliable clues.

Viscount Bunny Antron, however, ignored the mess of the mill site and rushed forward in three steps and two steps. snatched the clay block from Lin Mo's hand with one hand, threw away the silk scarf in his hand, and let it fall into the dirty mud without care, and brought the two clay pieces closer to each other with all his own attention.

Because of the excitement, his hands trembled endlessly, and he succeeded in matching them twice in a row.

The two pieces of pottery fit together in the gaps, as if they were originally one.

"My child!" the viscount, who was crying, hugged Lin Mo.

"You, who are you? Let go of me! This noble lord, you have recognized the wrong person. ”

Two tiles that can be merged. There is no doubt that the other party should be a person from the Divine Court. Lin Mo was still calling out with a blank and numb face, but he didn't dare to move.

Even the Bright Divine Court inadvertently ignored that the young man recommended by the royal family of the Silan Empire was also an orphan, behind the fake play. There were faint one or two points of true feelings that were accidentally aroused.

Because it is a true performance. His reaction was flawless.

"Nope. No, I'm not mistaken, you're my son. My only son, there is no doubt about it, your eyes, your nose, are exactly the same as when I was young! Don't call me a noble lord, you are also a nobleman, noble viscount blood, you can call my father!"

Viscount Bunny Antron pressed Lin Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands, and refused to let go of anything, as if he really regarded Lin Mo as his biological son, and this acting skill was also at the level of an actor.

The scene of the father and son meeting made the old broker touch the scene, and his eyes inexplicably appeared wet, and while he was moved, he also thought that it was a great good thing to find a son for his father.

Of course, good deeds should not be measured by money, but he hoped that after the Viscount was happy, he would wave his hand and reward him heavily!

"What's going on? I don't know anything? I still have to work, or I won't have anything to eat. ”

Lin Mo played a simple little stonemason who was at a loss to the fullest.

If he followed the original script, he should have followed the old stonemason to stay in this town for a while, and then several members of the Divine Court came to connect with him in various capacities, and at the same time pointed out the grandson of the bishop of "April", and after disguising his identity, he directly escorted him to the city of light "Lang Gallondoli".

"Silly boy, you are developed, you are the child of a noble lord! In the future, you will also be a noble lord, eat well, drink well, dress well, live in a beautiful big house, no longer have to do these hard work, there is endless money, and you can sleep with beautiful women. ”

Everyone had already seen what was going on, but the little stonemason was so naïve, and finally the craftsmen who couldn't see it shouted loudly one after another.

Although the words were coarse, they were full of envy and jealousy.

The little stonemason looked at the others in a blank and helpless manner, as if for a moment it was difficult to accept such an astonishing fact.

Is there a connection between a lowly stonemason and a future viscount of noble blood?

"Your name is Fitzor, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"26 years old?"

"Uh, how do you know about Lu Dao?"

"Growing up in Xinshi Village?"

"You, you"

The little stonemason's eyes widened, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

"That's it! You're my son!

The noble lord changed to another way that was acceptable to the other party, proving the blood relationship between the two parties.

"But, but"

"Nothing, now that you are the heir of the noble viscount, go, get out of here with me, well, to hell with these ugly stones and filthy mud. ”

Kicking away the clay slurry, Viscount Bunny Antren couldn't help but speak, grabbed Lin Mo's hand tightly and walked away.

A silly boy turned out to be the lost son of the Viscount, what a fateful fellow!

The corners of Macton, the guard behind the viscount, tugged at the corners of his mouth, even if he was envious and jealous, he had to sigh secretly that fate would make people.

"Oak, Grandpa Oak!"

As soon as he was pulled out of the embryonic mill site, Lin Mo saw the old stonemason lazily walking over with his trouser belt pulled on, and inserted the hammer that he had never left for a moment back into his waist.

It seems that the old stonemason has been missing for a while, and it turns out that he has gone to magnify the trick.

"Who is this?"

Viscount Bunny Antron is particularly sensitive to the guy whose son calls "Grandpa".

Isn't his son's grandfather his own son? What old fellow who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead dares to be the son of his viscount and die?

"Ahh What are you doing here?" the old stonemason was as surprised as expected, and even stood there from a distance.

"Grandpa Oak took me in, he's a good guy, don't hurt him!"

While everyone was worried about the old stonemason, they heard the little stonemason shouting, the young man was indeed a man of conscience.

"Let's take it away!"

Viscount Buny Antron did not hesitate at all.

"Yes!"

Markton and Timismo, who were following behind the Viscount, rushed forward, one left and one right, and set up the filthy, smelly old man.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let go of me. I still have to work. Don't take me away, help!"

The old stonemason shouted but no one cared, even if the nearby security team rushed over, they had to kneel and lick on the spot when they saw the viscount.

Laws are used to oppress the good, and those in power never care about moral laws.

The miller, who hurried over after receiving the news, happened to see a middle-aged nobleman pulling a small stonemason on the construction site. Two attendants carried the old stonemason. thought that this old and young had offended the big guys. Hurriedly stepped up with courage, and said with a smiling face: "This lord, may I ask if Fitzor and Old Man Oak have offended you." Please be magnanimous and let them go, and the little one will apologize to you. ”

Unexpectedly, this miller is also a responsible person, and he didn't think he would bring trouble to himself, and took the initiative to speak well for this old novel.

Bunny Antron glanced contemptuously at the filthy pariah, and said disdainfully, "You are the miller here?"

"Yes!"

The miller did not hear the strangeness in the Viscount's tone.

"Get out of here!"

"Annoying fellow, let me go down!"

"Ahh

The old broker Jenkin relied on the momentum of the viscount, rushed up and kicked the other party into the ditch.

Viscount Bunneantren, who looked at him flatteringly, nodded with satisfaction, took out a few gold coins and threw them over.

"Go, go back to the inn, you won't be paid a penny. ”

There was silence on the construction site, this noble lord was not a good one, not to mention, even the miller was beaten, and if someone else went up, could it still be good?

The craftsmen watched as the old stonemasons and the little stonemasons were taken away by the nobles, and only the miller climbed up from the ditch in great embarrassment, waved his fist at the departing carriage, and shouted angrily: "The nobles are amazing! I know the town's security guard, let's see! This is not over!"

The carriage had gone far away, and I don't know if the people in the carriage had heard.

The best inn in Fenglan City.

"Xie Lu, Master Shebni Antren, no need to send it!"

The old broker, who had received a large bounty, withdrew from the VIP courtyard with a heavy bag of gold coins in his hand, and the real reason for his joy was that he was carrying a golden ticket with a denomination of 20,000 gold coins in his arms.

"Timis, you guard the gate of the courtyard, Mackton, and call old Oak into the house with you. ”

Viscount Bunny Antren's butler snapped his fingers, proudly supporting the retinue that the Viscount had received two months earlier.

In his eyes, these two guys from civilian backgrounds are obviously unqualified, and they still need to be trained to be able to use them, and the only thing that satisfies him is obedience.

Of course, as a subordinate, this is the most basic requirement, if you can't even do this, then there is only one end, roll up and get out! The nobles do not raise waste at home.

"Yes, Steward Sick!"

Markton said respectfully, and when he turned around, he glanced casually, and happened to see Timis opening his mouth to himself, as if silently saying, be careful, don't get distracted!

The brother was still worried that he would be careless, so he nodded vigorously to the other and walked away quickly.

After the resigned old stonemason Oak was ushered into the room, Macleton turned back and closed the door, standing in the corner with his waist straight and acting as a guard.

"Fitzor, my son is not you!"

Viscount Bunny Antron unexpectedly uttered an unbelievable remark, while casually raising his hand and pointing into the corner, "It's him!"

(To be continued......)

PS: My cousin is a conspiracy theorist.