Chapter 223 Banquet Troubles 2
“Now, who has any objections?”
The Duke said with an unkind expression, and several members of the Ferdinand family immediately withdrew obediently.
The hall soon fell into dead silence. Whoever gets involved in this kind of thing will be unlucky.
After a few seconds, a man stood up, it was Count Maltz Kent who was designated as the heir by the Duke.
"Your Excellency, I am too stupid to be worthy of the position of Duke."
Maltz Kent's voice must be as sincere as possible, "Your Excellency, you should find another suitable candidate."< br>
"No!"
The Duke waved his hand at him, "I have decided that you will inherit the position of Duke, as long as your Kent family restores the surname of Ferdinand."
"This..."
Maltz Kent looked hesitant.
The Duke actually said in a slightly pleading voice: "The current members of the Ferdinand family are not useful. I am afraid that after I am called by the Lord, the family will decline."
With the Duke The few people of the same clan suddenly became ashamed after hearing this.
"What, Malz Kent? Our families have a common ancestor, aren't you willing to contribute to the glory of your ancestors?"
"I..."< br>
Maltz Kent was still hesitating.
His appearance made Paul anxious, "Holy shit, this guy is so hesitant about pie in the sky. He is just pretending at first glance."
Although this Maltz ·Kent had a rift with him, but the fact that he had such good luck made Paul envious.
Why didn’t such a good thing happen to him?
"Okay!" Maltz Kent seemed to have made up his mind.
"Since Your Majesty the Duke does not dislike me, I will accept your arrangement without any presumption of my ability. Your Majesty the Duke, I will definitely develop and strengthen the Ferdinand family."
Hearing what the Earl of Kent said, the Duke seemed to be smiling. He didn't smile, just kept saying: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
He seemed to immediately return to his previous frail demeanor, tremblingly raising the cup - the servants had just quickly lifted it The mess on the floor was cleaned up, and the food and wine were arranged again.
"Everyone! Let's celebrate the birth of the new successor of the Ferdinand family!"
The hall suddenly became lively again, and the guests started changing glasses again. No one remembered that they had just been Viscount Henry dragged out.
Everyone took turns to curry favor with the future Duke Ferdinand.
In order to build a good relationship, Paul and Myron also came to Maltz Kent with wine glasses.
"Congratulations, Earl of Kent!"
Paul suppressed his nausea and the urge to spit in his face, and congratulated the Earl of Kent, although his heart was full of old grudges and jealousy. .
“Hahaha! It’s easy to talk, but I’ll have to rely on the help of my two neighbors in the future!”
Maltz Kent laughed heartily, and then drank a large glass of wine with Paul and Myron, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened between them.
After going through the formalities, Paul returned to his seat and started eating and drinking by himself.
The Earl of Kent looked at Paul's leaving figure with a triumphant expression.
The 'waiter boy' beside him said nothing.
After the banquet, the Duke announced that he would hold a martial arts competition, allowing the nobles and knights who were more confident in their skills to show off their talents on the field.
"Are you interested in participating?"
Paul asked Bryce and Victor.
Bryce laughed at himself: "Haha, forget it. Lord Earl, informal knights like us are not qualified to play. If Lord Schroeder is here, he can participate." Paul shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, "Well, I'm not interested in watching either, so why don't we go back."
Myron looked very interested: "Although we are not participating, we can watch It’s always okay to watch.”
Victor on the side had the same expression as him.
"Okay, Myron, you and Victor go to the stadium to watch the excitement, and Bryce and I go to visit Bishop Leonard."
Then the four of them parted ways, Paul was led by Blaise to the cathedral.
After riding for nearly half an hour, they arrived at the cathedral in Center City, the episcopal seat of the Northwest Bay Church.
Bishop Leonard received them in the drawing room.
The bishop's body didn't look like he was sick. As the priest said, it was an excuse not to go to Duke Ferdinand's banquet.
"Old Dean, long time no see."
"Lord Earl, long time no see."
Leonard still had the same old-fashioned expression, but when he saw The old man still showed a rare smile.
The two sides chatted, and Paul told him about some recent things that happened in Alda, and the smile on Leonard's face grew more and more.
The two talked about the banquet just now, and Leonard denounced the arrogance and licentiousness of the nobles again. He said it without any scruples because he knew that Paul's personal life was also simple-compared to other nobles.
"Speaking of which, there was an episode at the banquet just now."
"Huh? What episode was it?"
"Duke Ferdinand announced his heir."
"The day has finally come. It seems that the Duke has given up on the idea of having a son. Is it his eldest brother, Viscount Henry?"
It was well known how hard Duke Ferdinand worked to have a son.
"No, you guessed it wrong. The heir is that guy Malzkent."
Hearing Paul say this, Bishop Leonard's face became serious.
"Is it Malzkent? His family does have some connections with the Ferdinand family, but there is no reason for the Duke to choose such a sideline, right? I remember him last year..."
"Yes, he threatened us Alda last year, although I don't know what medicine he took later and 'let' us go."
"Alas..."
The old dean sighed, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.
“I’m afraid something will happen. Malzkent is not an easy person to get along with. Please be careful, Earl. After he took over the power of the duke, there will be no one in the northwest. What can restrain him?”
Although Leonard is now in the position of bishop, the old dean is more disciplined. In his creed, the church does not rule unless it is involved in the affairs of the church. should intervene in the affairs between secular lords.
So, all he could do was verbally remind Paul in a private capacity.
"Thank you for the reminder, but now Alda is no longer a soft persimmon to be manipulated."
Paul's face was very confident.
Leonard quite agrees with what he said. Through correspondence and communication with his student Father Anderson, he also knows that Alda is developing rapidly recently and is no longer the barren and weak earldom it was before. .
He still has a lot of affection for the place where he was born and lived and worked for a long time. The changes in the past year made him very happy, and he also respected Paul who promoted these changes.
After spending nearly two hours in the church, Paul and Bryce said goodbye to Bishop Lenander and returned to their residence.
Recently, due to work reasons, the update may not be too stable, so I would like to thank all readers for your understanding.
(End of this chapter)