Chapter 13 Under the thunderstorm, everyone has their own agenda
Boom——
The time came to mid-May, and the province of Nord ushered in its rainy season, and dark clouds enveloped most of the province. , the thunder meanders through it, constantly exploding.
John Ota Luke leaned back on the soft animal skin chaise longue, the stove roaring, dispelling the lingering humidity.
As the lord of Xuefeng Territory and Viscount of the Empire, John is already fifty-seven years old.
As a fourth-level ice knight, his body is much younger than his age, and he is quite energetic. His hair still maintains a healthy brown color. Although the skin on his face is a little loose, his astonishingly curved aquiline nose is still high. Well, it will leave a deep impression on anyone who takes one look at it.
"Lord Viscount." The butler opened the door, came forward, and placed an invitation on his table: "There is a letter from the Griffith family."
John closed his eyes: "Read."
The butler picked up the letter opener, skillfully cut the sealing seal, held it in both hands and read in a cadence: "The Honorable Viscount John Ota Luke , I would like to inform you with sadness that Baron Donald Ota Griffith passed away suddenly from a sudden illness on May 2, 1193.
As a member of the Griffith family. Heir, I sincerely invite you to come to Eagle Castle, Eagle Territory, Nord Province, on June 1st to attend the funeral of Baron Donald and my enthronement ceremony.
A&G
R·A·G"
After hearing the content of the letter, John opened his eyes and laughed: "Ha, I thought a baron with a gangster background could give me something. 'Surprise', I didn't expect it to be such a boring official document. "
"It must be Gordon's ghostwriting. "said the butler.
"Of course it's old Gordon! I'm afraid that untouchable can't even read the words, right? John lifted the blanket on his knees and sat up: "It's a pity that the Griffith family has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has fallen to this point. It is expected that a despicable gangster will inherit the family business." ”
"Then..." the housekeeper asked after consideration: "Do you need me to reply to a letter saying that you have something important to do and can't go there?"
John waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, let me Think about it..."
The butler was waiting nearby with his hands tied. He had served the Luke family for thirty years and knew his Viscount's temper. At best, he was cautious, at worst, he was indecisive.
"What did Angel say?" John suddenly asked.
The butler replied respectfully: "This invitation has just been sent. According to the distance, the Wharton family should have just received it."
John nodded slowly, his thoughts starting to settle.
The decline of the Griffith family did not start with Donald, but it declined to the extreme in his generation, which also allowed the Luke family that borders them to reap huge benefits.
Nowadays, the Eagle Territory of the Griffith family is divided into three, and the most prosperous Goldsmith Town is in the hands of John.
Although the lease agreement was signed, the lease term is as high as fifty years, and there are still forty years left in effect, which is enough for the Luke family to establish substantial rule there.
Donald is not a very clever opponent, but he is still a qualified noble after all. Even if his mind is lost by magic and the territory is divided into large areas, it still leaves the possibility of regaining the territory in the future.
Otherwise, he would not have offered the high price of 20,000 gold coins, but he was still only willing to rent Gold Gold Town to himself, and rented the other two pieces of land to the Wharton family.
Unfortunately, now his hard work seems to be in vain.
John doesn’t look down on women very much, but he has also heard of Denise’s skill and shrewdness, and has always regarded her as the biggest obstacle to continuing to control Goldsmith Town. Unexpectedly, the Griffith family, who is so good, actually It fell into the hands of a gangster!
"Little bee!" John sneered.
He didn’t know how Raven defeated Denise, but judging from this nickname, it was probably through less honorable means.
Women are women and they always have to be conquered by men.
It seems that I still overestimated Denise. If I had known she was like that, I, John, would still be young!
"Lord John, do you want to go in person?" the housekeeper asked again.
"Go, reply to me on my behalf, I will definitely be there that day." John said with a smile: "I heard that that little bee has also trained as a private soldier. I really want to see their style."
“And if I don’t go, I’m afraid that little guy won’t be able to withstand Angel’s pressure and will hand over the financial resources of Goldsmith Town to the Wharton family.”
Outside the window, a thick bolt of lightning lit up, illuminating the room like daylight, and then a terrifying thunder exploded!
The thunder also reached the Wharton family.
Unlike the tranquility at John’s place, the men of the Wharton family gathered together in the conference room.
The man sitting on the innermost side wears dull iron armor and has a thick neck. He has a covered steel helmet at hand. The shape of the nose of this helmet is particularly exaggerated, and this is also to adapt to its owner-Angel. Baron Otta Wotton.
His nose is as big as a lion!
As a third-level earth warrior, although he was sixty-five years old, his temper was as bad as a ball of fire. He stretched out his hand, crumpled the invitation and threw it into the fire: "Humph, the world is really declining, what? Even cats and dogs can become nobles!"
"Father, I think..." The person who spoke was Angel's eldest son Judra. He inherited his father's most obvious feature, a big nose. , and also in new ways, with a large red epileptic mark on the nose.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, his words were choked back by Angel: "This is the conference room. I told you, you have to call me my job here!"
"Yes. , Lord Baron!" Judah shrank his neck, a thirty-five-year-old middle-aged man was trained like a dog: " Lord Baron, I think you should not underestimate Raven too much."
"I have met with Mrs. Denise several times. She is by no means the kind of woman who can be manipulated at will. Now Raven can. With the inheritance in her hands, she must not be an easy person to deal with.”
"Fart!" Angel slammed the table: "I think you were so confused by that bitch named Denise that you actually said such words that make others ambitious!"
"Father, don't be angry." To Angel's right, a young man with red hair spoke. Mouth: "My elder brother also contacted Denise for family reasons."
This young man's name is Mark. He is twenty years old this year. He is Angel's youngest son and did not inherit his father's big nose. , but inherited her mother's fiery red hair.
The title "Father" obviously violated Angel's previous instructions, but this lion-like man was not angry at all. Instead, he restrained his temper: "Humph, why consider the family?" , I think he is just doing it for himself!"
Judra lowered his head and suppressed the dissatisfaction on his face.
As a descendant of the Wharton family, Angel's partiality is really too much!
Judah is a full fifteen years older than Mark. When he was a child, he was completely trained according to the family heir and received the most rigorous training.
From the age of six, you have to learn the etiquette, culture and history necessary for nobility, and at the same time take into account the training of martial arts and tactics. If you slack off for a moment, you will be beaten severely by Angel. Never heard a smile or a compliment.
Judra originally thought that Angel was such a rigid father. He loved her, but he just couldn't express it.
But this idea became fragmented as Mark grew up.
Since childhood, Mark has enjoyed the most love from his father, who would often hold him in his arms, even when he was five or six years old.
There were even a few times when Mark rushed to the command platform when his father was training soldiers. If this happened to Judra, it would definitely be a good beating. But instead of being angry, Angel picked him up with a smile and proudly introduced Mark's identity to his private soldiers.
Even when Mark was only fifteen years old, he got a second-level [God-given potion], which was the kind that directionally awakens the fighting energy of the earth. The price was as high as one thousand and fifty One hundred gold coins, and after the first failure, his father even bought him a second one!
Angel himself received his first god-given potion in his life when he was twenty years old, the kind of first-order non-directional awakening. He did not successfully awaken until he was twenty-five years old!
Yes, he contacted Denise for his own sake. His father's preference for Mark was blatant. He had given up hope of inheriting the title and just wanted to marry Denise so that he could become a real person through operation. Lord Eagle Lord!
But am I not a member of the family?
"Father, my elder brother is also a member of the family, but he is too soft-hearted." Mark's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he knew how to make Angel happy: "In my opinion, it will be the rainy season soon. , is when the Bloody Highlands are at their most chaotic.”
“Let’s simply let our private soldiers dress up as rogues and rush directly into Eagle Castle to destroy the Griffith family. Hey, in this way, the two rented territories will be impregnable, and no matter who inherits Eagle Town, they will not have any evil intentions again!"
"Hahaha, he is indeed my son, like this! Only then can we have the majesty of our Wharton family!" Angel laughed heartily: "But although this idea is good, it is a bit too careless about the beginning and the end. We are nobles, not bandits."
It's not that Angel abides by aristocratic ethics, but that the current environment in the entire kingdom does not allow him to do so.
Since a hundred years ago, the imperial royal family has begun to consciously weaken the nobility and greatly tightened the issuance of titles. Over the past century, the newly promoted nobles can be counted on one hand, but the nobles whose titles have been reduced have not At least hundreds of them!
The Wharton family is just a small baron family. If they really follow Mark's idea, even if it succeeds, I am afraid that the group of king's henchmen in the noble council will go crazy and bite them. No The Wharton family will never stop losing territory and nobility.
"Then Father, what do you want to do?" Mark asked.
Angel stared and said: "Isn't that little bee training his troops? Then we will take the most elite troops to give him a 'congratulatory gift' and let him know what he is going to face. What an opponent!”
"Father, you are so wise." Mark praised loudly: "That gangster from a lowly background must have never seen elites like our Tielulu Ridge soldiers. He will definitely be scared to the point of peeing in his pants."
< br>"At that time, as long as we scare him a little, he might hand over Eagle Town and that bitch Denise to us!"
Angel shook his head: " No, Children, it’s not us. This time Judra is going with me. As for you, you should stay in the territory and practice your martial arts more!”
“But...” Mark was about to argue, but he lowered his head again! , with just the right amount of grievance on his face: "I understand, father!"
He knew Angel's intention - Judra was already older, had his own team, and was the eldest son of the family.
If Judra is left in the Iron Furnace Territory, if anything happens to Angel, Judra can directly declare his inheritance to the Iron Furnace Territory.
Mark wanted to show his grievance, not because he really wanted to leave the territory, but just to make his father feel guilty and seek benefits at the same time.
Sure enough, Angel said: "Mark, don't be petty, you are already an adult noble. How about this, when I come back, I will hand over a knight to you to govern, how about it?"< br>
Mark immediately said: "Thank you, father!"
Boom——
Another burst of thunder sounded, and the rain outside the window became heavier.
In the deep rain, horses were walking on different roads in the Nord province, just like the blood flowing in the veins.
These knights are mercenaries and are working around the clock to deliver invitations to every noble house that has ever been involved with the Griffith family.
The continuous rolling thunder was like the prelude to a grand drama, announcing to the entire Nord province——
The Griffith family is coming back. !
But the loud noise could not cover up all the sounds. There was a sound louder than it in the courtyard of Eagle Castle.
“Stab!”
“Stab!!”
“Stab!!!”
During the heavy rain, Raven’s private soldiers still During the training, everyone’s eyes shone with perseverance and perseverance.
Under Eric's order, they spread their legs, held spears in both hands, and kept rehearsing the same action.
Thrust, thrust, thrust again!
The spear tip broke through the rain curtain and broke the raindrops into smaller water droplets. From a distance, it actually created a mist.
No one dared to be distracted, because at this moment, Raven was also standing in the rain, holding a spear, standing with them!
After the 500th thrust today, Raven put away his spear and stood up: "Stand at attention!"
Uh-huh.
Thirty-six private soldiers stood up straight almost at the same time, heels colliding with heels, and the sounds of squeezing water almost overlapped at this moment!
Half a month of training has initially yielded results.
Raven shouted loudly: "Who are we!?"
A group of private soldiers headed by Simon held their heads high and roared: "Eagle Army!"
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"Our creed is!?"
"Defend our homeland and be loyal to the Baron!"
"Who is your Baron!?"
"Lord Raven!"< br>
"Very good!" Raven shook the barrel of his gun and shouted: "Now, someone wants to see your joke, Master Raven's joke! What are you going to do!?"
After a brief silence, there was a thunderous explosion.
Simon suddenly took a step forward:
“Kill!”
Then, a loud noise arose:
“Kill!!”
"Kill!!!"
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(End of this chapter)