Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 6 Morning

Claude lived in the attic, his parents and a sister and a penis on the third floor, and his big brother, Albert. Fields lived on the second floor, and there was a meeting room and a study on the second floor, except that the study was shared by his father and brother, who usually had to ask his father or brother for permission to go into the study and look for several books.

Bathrooms and toilets are available on the third and second floors, and Claude is basically on the second floor, after all, with a little more people on the third floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, Albert was able to see that he had just shaved his beard and was satisfied with his craftsmanship when he touched his chin.

“Good morning, Albert.” Claude said hello.

Albert glanced at Claude, hummed back, and went downstairs.

Claude didn't care either, and went into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth and washing his face.

This big brother, Albert and Claude, had a bad relationship. First, he looked down on this brother. Albert was a father's pride in learning. He graduated from White Deer State Secondary School with the first grade in the school's literature, and was recommended to be the only national councillor in White Deer Town, Arisla. Sir Fox's personal secretary.

(Note: Jazz is not an official title, it is an honorary title and is generally awarded to nationals who have contributed to the kingdom but have not reached the level of Jazz, such as all members of the National Assembly. Of course, jazz and knights are also known as alternate nobles, and the vast majority of the nobility of the kingdom that was later given the seal of arms was created in both.

Second, Albert has always lived as the heir of the Fields family and had little intimacy with his three brothers and sisters. Perhaps in the eyes of his future homeowner, these three brothers and sisters will all be rivals in the future for the division of family property and are now the burden of the family.

In a way, Albert perfectly inherited Mr. Morsan's selfish and petty character, although he was still young and could not conceal it. Unlike his father, Mr. Morsan, who concealed his selfishness and indiscretion as a savvy vision and delicate picket, he had not learned Mr. Morsan's investment courage and understood the logic of having to put bait in order to fish.

Perhaps the former owner of this body is still a little afraid of his brother, because of the scum's admiration of the schoolmaster. And now Claude has no feelings for his nominal brother, and instead he celebrates the alienation between the two brothers, which avoids what he, as a passer, fears most about gangbanging.

Mr. Morsan, the head of the family, was busy and never cared about his second son, even during his serious illness. He was furious even because of his serious illness, and reprimanded the second son. Mothers are drowning, and whatever abnormal behavior their sons perform is automatically attributed to the early healing of the major illness. Normally, the primary concern is the youngest daughter and the youngest son, ignoring the abnormality after the secondary illness. As for the sisters and younger brothers, because they were too young to understand, the crossers performed perfectly in this regard.

On the ground floor was the dining room and kitchen, and Claude went downstairs and saw his father and brother sitting at the table, while his twelve-year-old sister Angelina took their mother's breakfast out of the kitchen and Albert pressed her sister to deliver the salt and butter plates to him.

“Good morning, Father.” Claude said.

Mr. Morsan dropped the White Deer Morning News in his hand, frowned and looked at Claude, nodded slightly, then brought the plate with the eggs in front of it and began enjoying it with a little bit of salt.

Albert rushed to get his father's White Deer Morning News on the table in front of him, eating buttered bread and looking at it.

The White Deer Morning Newspaper is the only township co-founded by several millionaires in White Deer Town, and they hope that the newspaper, like the three newspapers published in County City, will yield a tremendous harvest in both prestige and lumbar bags. Only unfortunately, while Bai Lu Town currently has a resident population of over 60,000, it only has more than 1,000 customers who pay to order, just enough to meet the newspaper's minimum subsistence requirements.

For three years, the newspaper stayed alive. In order to save costs, the newspaper dismissed most journalists and editors. The main source of the news came from the reprint of the county newspaper, so most of the content published in this newspaper was the old news in the county newspaper yesterday, whereas the local news in Bai Lu town had only one page.

There are rumours that the wealthy shareholders are looking for an interested receiver, preferring to sell their newspaper shares at a reduced price. They were said to have asked Mr. Morsan what he meant, but Mr. Morsan was still considering it.

Claude entered the kitchen and saw her sister Angelina using a small copper spoon to spoon milk from a copper pan on the stove into a glass pot.

“Let me, Anna.” Claude picked up the bronze pan and poured the milk into the glass pot, and asked the little Laurie beside him: “Where's Mom? ”

“Blovik woke up in the morning unhappy and angry, and his mother was teasing him.” Angelina said.

Blovik is the youngest child in the family, only six years old this year, and Mr. Morsan is nearly fifty this year, which means Mrs. Fields gave birth to Blovik at forty years of age. In an age of life and death, production is hardly easy and extremely fortunate. So what the Fields loved the most was this little boy, so petite and delicate that he was the little king of the house, what he wanted.

“Come on, Anna, you go eat, you go to school after you eat.” Claude said, then mentioned the glass pot filled with milk on the table.

Thanks to the educational reform of Sterling IX, girls also have access to State primary and secondary schools, even for civilian children, as long as they can afford it. In that regard, Mr. Morsan was enlightened and attached great importance to the education of his children, even his youngest daughter had sent her to school.

“Fill me up.” Albert pointed to the glass in front of him.

“You're not unarmed.” Claude ignored him, stopped the little Laurie who wanted to go over and pulled the chair to let her sit down: “Ignore him, he really thought of himself as a young master. You're his sister, not his maid, and he doesn't deserve you to be his maid. ”

“What did you say?” Albert got angry and let go of the newspaper and bread in his hand.

“What did you not hear? Poor young ears are so deaf. I'm worried about how you did Sir Fox's personal secretary's job. Perhaps you should go to the Moon Temple and ask the priest to test your hearing problems..."

Claude wasn't afraid to look at him, but he wasn't slowly buttering the bread.

Albert stood up furiously, angry with the cigarette: “You, you...”

“You what? Oh, you're gonna stand up and play rehearsal with me? I admire your courage…” Claude continues to mock without mercy.

After the crosser became Claude, he had been careful to maintain the impression of a good child, which surprised his parents greatly, believing that his child had finally learned to behave after the major illness, even his two sister brothers and his relationship had become very close. Only this big brother, Albert, was always cynical to Claude, with his nose up, his eyes up, his eggs picking bones, his left and right eyes looking wrong.

On one occasion, Claude wanted to go into the study and look for some books, and Albert looked for them and refused to live. So sister Angelina said a fair word, and Albert got angry and slapped her sister without saying a word.

Claude was pissed off by this slap and jumped over to fight with Albert despite his illness and rest. Four years apart, Albert is half a head taller in size, but Claude seems stronger. Thought he would get a beating, but it didn't occur to me that this Albert was a silver barrel wax head. He couldn't help himself. After a few heavy blows by Claude, he fell head-on on the couch and called for help, leaving Claude to beat him with his head on.

It seems that the former owner of this body has a gift for fighting, and the impressions from those memories are not lacking in fighting with other children. The more the crosser fights, the more he responds, and then he beats his brother to pieces.

Though his parents scolded him for coming back, Claude never had that fear of his brother again, creating a sense of superiority. When the two brothers fight later, they always unconsciously light up their fists. They have big mouths to say, but you and I are going to see the real chapter.

And at that point, Albert would always back off, and honestly, he had already been beaten up and scared by this brother, and getting his parents involved would only make him more ashamed. As it is now, Albert sat down again in a blaze: "I don't know you like a savage...”

“Cough, cough..." Mr. Morsan can no longer pretend to ignore the conflict between his two sons. Anyway, the boss looks down on his dick, and his dick disobeys the boss' code has been in the house countless times. He taught his two sons a lesson, but the effect was the same: whenever their brothers stayed together, speech clashes would occur in less than 10 minutes.

“Your mother fry eggs a little old today.” Mr. Morsan said as if he had not seen yet another contradiction between the two brothers: "Pour me a glass of milk, Claude. ”

Claude raised the glass pot and filled his father's cup with milk, and asked warmly, "Need some honey? Father.”

“No, the milk is still fresh and just cooked. It's too sweet with honey and bad for the teeth.” Mr. Morsan said.

“I'm gonna add honey.” Little Lori on one side doesn't care what honey does to her teeth.

“Remember to wash your mouth after breakfast. Father is right, sweetness is bad for your teeth.” Claude drowned two spoonfuls of honey in little Lori's milk.

Mr. Morsan shook his head, his second son was like a different person after the major illness, not only his grades went up, he usually loved to stay at home to read books, he no longer liked to hang out with several fox puppy friends and have fun, and he also loved his sister and brother. The only bad news was that his brother's relationship had deteriorated, and if he couldn't move, he wanted to teach his brother another lesson with his fists and feet.

“Abel, your brother was right. Do what you can with your hands and feet. Don't wait for someone else to serve you.” Mr. Morsan taught his eldest son a few words: “Your brother did not do as well as you did, but at least he looked after his sister like a brother, not as a servant. ”

For this eldest son, Mr. Morsan has always considered himself proud, and he has perfectly inherited his wisdom, which is why he has achieved so well. After becoming Sir Fox's personal secretary, he also performed very well, gaining the trust of Sir, and even boasted of Albert's talent several times in front of him.

It was only later that Mr. Morsan discovered that his eldest son seemed to be cautious, attached more importance to possessions and had no good relationship with his three siblings. Although the eldest son had been warned a few times, Albert had apparently failed to heed his advice, and his relationship with his brother Claude had gotten worse recently.

In fact, the deeper the contradiction between him and Claude, the more Claude likes to wander in front of him, as if he were looking for a chance to beat him up again, and Mr. Morsan can't help it.