Chapter 128 Dinner Party
Hearing this, the second daughter couldn’t help but be startled.
Then Nancy Farhan fell silent.
But there was a little more probing look in the originally cold eyes.
Even the lady and Miss Sparrow on the side showed expressions of surprise.
"Okay, very good."
Lord Ramon walked to Gilan's side, put his big hand on the latter's shoulder, and cast a look of approval. His voice was calm, implying joy:
"Gilan, my son, I am so proud of you! Twenty years old, a heraldry-level fighter, this in the entire upper class circle of Muse Siti, There are not many outstanding young people like you!"
"Soon, you will become an eye-catching star and win glory for our Farhan family!"
< br>The middle-aged noble looked very happy and laughed.
He smoked a cigar, patted Gilan's shoulder hard, and asked:
"How is your stick technique?"
"I haven't learned it." Gilan shook his head.
He told the truth.
"White Cross Physical Training" only provides physical fitness and medieval fighting skills, and does not include the cane technique that emerged in later generations.
"Well... cane magic is after all the top-ranked skill in the aristocratic tradition. As a descendant of the Farhan family, you must master it sooner or later."
"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it." Lord Ramon exhaled smoke. . "After you move into the manor, I will personally teach you how to use the staff."
"Ramon?!" Mrs. Xenia raised her pretty eyebrows, extremely surprised.
Of course she knows that her husband is a senior heraldry-level wand master, but even her two sons, Prince and Joan, have never been so favored by Ramon, allowing him to personally teach the wand. technique.
In the past, the responsibility was usually left to the hired teachers.
This illegitimate son who has just arrived and has not seen each other for twenty years is so loved by her husband?
"Xenia." Lord Ramon shook his head. "I owe them a lot, mother and son. Let me, the father, make up for it a little bit."
Gilan frowned slightly.
He cast a questioning look at Old Charles, who looked apologetic, and had obviously conveyed Gillan's refusal to move into the manor.
It’s just that Lord Ramon doesn’t seem to agree with this.
At this time, the eldest son Prince had already walked in with the support of his younger brother Qiao An.
There were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his clothes were messy, and he was in a state of embarrassment.
Looking at Ji Lan, his eyes flickered, hiding dissatisfaction and disgust.
Prince offered to spar with the intention of embarrassing the other party, but he did not expect to embarrass himself.
Seeing his father's affectionate gesture towards Jilan, with a rare smile on his face, made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Prince!" Mrs. Xenia's expression changed, she took out her handkerchief, stepped forward quickly, and carefully wiped the blood from her son's mouth. "Are you injured somewhere?"
"I'm fine, mother."
Prince felt that he couldn't lose his face and quickly pushed the lady's hand away.
“I just accidentally hit my lip.”
In fact, he still feels pain in his arms and his bones are about to break.
I was convinced that the country bumpkin brother definitely did it on purpose.
That kick was so damn hard!
If the kick is a little crooked and hits a vital point, you will lose half your life even if you don't die!
But what he didn't know was that Jilan had already kept his hand and controlled the strength. Otherwise, he would be kicked into a puddle of rotten flesh on the spot under the "Broken Bones".
Even if there are two masters guarding the scene, there is absolutely no time to stop it.
"Brother Prince, are you really okay?"
My sister Milinda looked innocent, pointed at his red, swollen, and slightly trembling hands, and asked in a puzzled tone:
"Why are your hands shaking behind your back?"
"I'm fine!" Prince's face changed slightly. "Milinda, don't talk nonsense!"
Hearing this, Mrs. Xenia held up her son's arm with concern, showing distress on her face.
"Char! Go and find the manor doctor and nurse!"
She hurriedly ordered the old housekeeper, then turned to look at her husband and said angrily:
"I told you not to let the children compete. You didn't listen. Gilan just came to the manor and didn't know the situation at all, so he didn't act lightly or harshly..."
"That's enough," Lord Ramon raised his hand and said lightly. "The men of the Farhan family are not pampered losers. A small injury is nothing. Even if Gilan kicks both of his hands off, he is not allowed to cry out in pain."
"You proposed this yourself. Let’s talk, Prince.”
"I know, father." Prince gritted his teeth and nodded.
Mrs. Xenia snorted coldly and glanced indifferently at Danilo and Xizi who were walking towards them. She also had no good feelings towards Gilan and Miss Sparrow.
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Night falls.
In the restaurant of the manor villa.
The gorgeous and extravagant crystal chandelier hangs down, and hundreds of lamp beads emit warm yellow light, illuminating the polished ivory white ceramic tiles.
Under the chandelier is a white marble dining table more than ten meters long.
At the table, everyone in the Farhan family gathered together. The old count and his uncle and aunt were not there, only the Ramon family, and Guillen and Mademoiselle Sparrow.
Lord Ramon changed into a formal black dress with a high collar and took the main seat.
Old Charles stood aside, while the two royal bodyguards Danilo and Xizi were guarding him on the left and right.
On both sides of the dining table, men and women are clearly separated.
Gillen sat in the first place on the left hand side of Lord Ramon, followed by Prince and Joan. Opposite were Mrs. Xenia, Nancy, Milinda, and Miss Sparrow.
"Celebrate the addition of a new member to the Farhan family."
Lord Ramon smiled and said, his eyes falling on Gilan.
Old Charles stepped forward at the right time, stretched out his white-gloved hand, held a high-end red wine bottle through a handkerchief, and poured a glass of wine for the master and everyone present.
“Welcome my son, Gilan Farhan, back to the family.”
Lord Ramon was the first to raise his glass, with great interest.
"From now on, we are all a family, and you should live in harmony."
"Yes, father."
Milinda smiled and raised her glass.
"Brother Jilan, welcome."
"Welcome."
The rest of the people also raised their glasses one after another.
Nancy and Joan spoke up.
It was just that Mrs. Xenia kept a straight face and said nothing, while Prince did not even raise his head. He picked up the glass of wine and gave a perfunctory signal.
The injuries on his body were simply treated by the manor doctor. A piece of hemostatic patch was put on the corner of his mouth, and stasis-removing ointment was applied on both arms. His face looked ugly.
“I don’t plan to change my last name.”
Gilan did not raise his glass, but turned to look at the middle-aged man at the head of the table.
“I don’t plan to live in the manor either.”
Everyone present was shocked when they heard his words.
And Lord Ramon's smile faded and he glanced at Gillan.
“We will talk about this topic after the meal. Okay, let’s start eating.”
Everyone saw Lord Ramon's displeasure and did not dare to say anything. They each picked up their knives and forks in an elegant manner and silently ate the rich and expensive meals on the table.
Prince glanced at the eldest brother beside him without any trace, sarcastically in his heart.
A chance to reach the sky in one step is presented to you, and you still push it away. This is not a fool.
But he was also happy with it.
Looking up, he saw Miss Sparrow sitting at the bottom of the dining table, still wearing a small hat and veil. Prince hated the whole room and felt unhappy. He took the opportunity to smile and said:
"Miss, haven't your family taught you that it is very rude to wear a hat when dining at other people's homes?"
"Brother Prince."
Nan Xi stopped her knife and fork, frowned and shook her head.
Milinda glanced at Miss Sparrow who lowered her head next to her, then looked at Prince and reminded:
"Miss Aurora's situation is quite special..."< br>
Prince seemed not to notice his sister's reminder, shrugged, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Okay, maybe this is the custom of small outlying towns? I understand."
(End of Chapter)