Chapter 222 Banquet Troubles
Duke Ferdinand, are you going to announce your heir?
Everyone was surprised when they heard it, but when they thought about it more carefully, it was indeed the right time. Originally, the heir of a noble was his eldest son by default. Unless something unexpected happened, there was no need to deliberately announce it to the public.
But the Duke is different. He doesn't have a son, and his body is a little weak now. In this way, it is reasonable for him to take advantage of today's occasion to announce the heir.
Who will be the lucky one?
The most likely person is Viscount Henry. After all, he is the eldest brother of the Duke.
Viscount Henry has recently settled in Center City, serving the Duke inside and outside, and frequently communicating with various lords. It seems that he is destined to win the position of Duke.
However, it is not 100% certain that the throne will belong to him. Speaking of which, Viscount Henry and the Duke cannot be said to be brothers, because they are not born from the same mother.
When the Duke was still the heir to the Duke, this position naturally belonged to him, but Viscount Henry had been a dishonest person since he was a child. After the previous generation of Duke Ferdinand died of illness, the two brothers had an affair. Something unpleasant.
Although many twists and turns occurred, the Duke still inherited the title. Whether it was out of brotherhood or to show his generosity, Duke Ferdinand did not pursue his brother and gave him the title. A viscounty.
Viscount Henry has become honest since then, but recently his mind has obviously become more active again.
But who knows if Duke Ferdinand still minds what he did back then? The title may also fall into the hands of his descendants.
While thinking about it, everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the Duke's next words.
No matter who the Duke chooses to be his heir, he will have to fawn over after the banquet. No, I have to go over and toast him later.
At this time, only Maltz Kent was extremely calm. He was holding a glass of wine and sipping it slowly with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
The wine that usually tastes bland suddenly feels mellow again today.
The "boy" beside the count stared at the Duke on the throne without blinking an eye.
"I...I...decided..."
Who is it? Is it Viscount Henry? Most people were guessing it was him.
"The heir is..."
Henry himself was wide-eyed and anxious, waiting for his brother to say his name.
In his opinion, he is 90% sure... no, he is 100% sure. After all, he has been cautious and cautious over the years, repairing the relationship between the two brothers bit by bit, and judging from the eldest brother's attitude towards him, he has not shown any concern for the past. As long as the eldest brother doesn't mind, then traditionally speaking, I will definitely be his heir.
"Malts Kent!"
In an instant, all the sounds in the hall stopped suddenly, even the breathing of everyone was gone.
After a few seconds of silence, there was a "boo" sound, and the guests all exploded.
"The Earl of Kent...is the Duke's heir?"
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be the Earl of Kent."
There was a lot of discussion, and everyone was incredible at the Duke's choice.
Especially the members of several branches of the Ferdinand family, the expressions on their faces were dumbfounded. Even if the position of duke is not their turn, they will not be thrown away so far, right?
Speaking of which, the Kent family and the Ferdinand family do have some blood connections, and they can be considered to be of the same blood, but which generation are they from?
"Viscount Henry? Viscount Henry?"
The people around Henry noticed that the Viscount was motionless and quickly patted him on the back.
Alas, I am afraid that the one who suffered the biggest blow was the Duke’s eldest brother. Everyone was full of sympathy for him.
Henry reacted, but his expression was still blank. He turned around and asked the people around him: "What did my brother just say?"
Although Duke Ferdinand just spoke intermittently, he spoke very clearly. Make sure everyone in the hall can hear it.
Viscount Henry obviously didn't hear it, but couldn't believe his brother's words.
"Uh... Lord Viscount, your brother..."
The person being asked looked embarrassed. How should he answer this?
"My brother...what did he say just now?" The Viscount asked again, but his tone had become unkind, and veins appeared on his temples.
The person who was asked was frightened and quickly replied: "The Duke said... The Duke said that he decided to make Count Maltz Kent the heir."
"No!"
A loud roar It sounded in the hall, causing the guests to look this way.
"No! This is not true!"
Viscount Henry had a look of madness on his face. After confirming the cruel reality from others, he really couldn't accept it and yelled out.
He pushed down the table in front of him, and food and drinks were scattered all over the floor.
Henry rushed to the main seat, held his brother's left and right shoulders with both hands and shook them vigorously.
"Brother! My brother! Tell me this is not true. How could you choose a person with a foreign surname to be your heir?"
Seeing that my brother was in a daze, he was so dazed. More energetic.
"You are talking! You are talking!"
With Henry taking the lead, other members of the Ferdinand family also gathered around and raised their own questions.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke, even if you don't choose Viscount Henry, you can't pass it on to outsiders!"
"Take back the random fate you just made. You are the patriarch and you have to consider the family. Ah."
"You have to think carefully, this title is passed down from our ancestors."
The guests in the room were at a loss, wondering whether they should respond to this internal strife in the family. The blending.
"Enough!"
Duke Ferdinand suddenly broke out. He was so sick that he didn't know where he got the strength to push his brother away.
Viscount Henry stepped back. Behind him was the table. He tripped and the table fell over. The utensils and food on it were scattered all over the floor.
The Duke pointed at him and said with a ferocious face: "Do you think I have forgotten all the bad things you did back then? Do you want to write them off? Hum, that's a good thought!"
"I...I..."
Viscount Henry was speechless. His hand was pricked severely by the fragments of the broken glass. The severe pain woke him up from madness.
After so many years, I didn’t expect that my brother still hasn’t forgiven him in his heart. Is the usual brotherly love just an act?
This is the second blow he received today.
Duke Ferdinand suddenly regained his previous majesty and momentum and shouted: "Here comes someone!"
Footsteps sounded, and a large number of fully armed guards ran into the hall.
"Put this bastard in the dungeon for me! Lock him up until... yes, lock him up in the deepest, darkest cell."
"Yes!"
Henry The Viscount's face was ashen, and he did not resist and allowed the guards to drag him out.
Duke Ferdinand spat at him: "Humph! If you don't know how to be grateful and are still wishful thinking, go to hell!"
Then, he looked around and focused on the few people surrounding him. I looked around at the individual members of the clan.
"Now, does anyone have any objections?"
(End of Chapter)