Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 27: Drunken Albert

A loud drink suddenly appeared next to him, scaring the father and son to jump.

Claude turned around and saw Albert, coming out of nowhere, standing in front of the restaurant, staring red-eyed at the silver tower on the table and a rear saw.

Mr. Morsan frowned because of an unusually bad smell of bad wine coming from Albert.

“Where have you been? I haven't come back for a day. It still smells like alcohol. Are you drunk?” Mr. Morsan was a little angry and gloomy.

“Me, I didn't go anywhere, just a few friends playing cards... drinking, drinking...” Albert hit a hiccup, his footsteps kind of fell and collided: “No, no, why did you give him this, so much money, you, you've never, ever given me this much money...”

Seeing Albert ready to reach for the money on the table, Claude opened his hand reluctantly: “This is not money for me, this is money I owe someone for an antique recipe I bought. ”

“You, you're bullshit!” Albert almost fell and held the edge of the table steady with his hands: "Wh, what kind of antique shit dishes, recipes, dishes, recipes have antiques, you, you guys, will lie to me...”

Albert pointed his finger at Mr. Morsan, too close, and almost poked him in the face: “You, you are too biased, give, give him so much money, yes, if I hadn't come back, exactly, I would have been hidden, hidden by you...”

Mr. Morsan was already a little angry, and whoever was so pointing his finger at his face could not bear it, let alone his eldest son. He stood up and tried to suppress his anger, maintaining his dignity as a father: "Abel, you're drunk, go wash your face, rinse your mouth, clean yourself up. As a personal secretary to Sir Fox, you have to be a man of high society, always with style. Don't make yourself look like a street drunk bum...”

It's just drunk Albert. This won't even put his father in his eyes. He just stares at the two coins on the table: “You can't give me, my money, give it to him, this is my money, it's mine, it's all mine...”

One hand grabbed Mr. Morsan's collar, and Albert hit a big burp, smoking Mr. Morsan straight into disgust.

“Let go of me!” Mr. Morsan was angry and yelled at his eldest son.

“No, don't!” Albert is still insisting that he has completely lost his fear of his father: “Give me my money, give me, home, home money, all of it, it's me, mine...”

What's the matter with a drunk? Claude went forward, grabbed Albert's hands and pushed back. Albert couldn't help but unwrap Mr. Morsan's collar and took a few steps backwards. Finally, he stopped.

“You go away!” Mr. Morsan pushed Claude aside and slapped his eldest son with his hands up, "Pfft!” One clap was hard enough, and Albert fell on the floor two laps in place, and his left face swelled rapidly at a visible velocity.

“Go back to your room and see me tomorrow when you're sober!” Mr. Morsan growled, no longer taking care of his eldest son lying on the ground, preparing to go upstairs, walking two steps back and holding the magic recipe on the table in his arms, which led him upstairs.

Claude picked up the two coins on the table, looked at Albert lying on the floor, and found out whether the goods had been knocked out by his father's slap or had fallen asleep, lying still.

Kneeling down and looking closely, he found the goods were still breathing, seemed fine, Claude stood up, kicked the goods on the ground and tried to wake him up. Unfortunately, the goods were still unresponsive. He grabbed his head and decided to ignore it. He looked up and saw his sister standing in front of the kitchen, staring straight at her. This scene that just happened in the dining room frightened little Laurie.

“It's all right, Anna, Albert was just drunk, and Father just taught him a lesson.” Claude used to touch her sister's head so little Laurie wouldn't worry.

“Just let him lie there?” Little Lori asked.

“Well, I can't hold him, who called him that tall.” Claude replied that he was too lazy to care about this shit.

But thinking about it, Claude walked back and grabbed Albert's two feet and dragged him into the corner of the dining room, and said to little Lori, "Anna, go upstairs and get him a blanket to cover him before he gets cold. ”

Little Lori was a little confused: "Brother Er, what's the difference between lying here and there? ”

Claude nodded: "Well, Mom couldn't see from upstairs in this corner and was blocked by the dining table. So I thought he'd go back to his room and sleep without bothering him. I couldn't hold him upstairs anyway, so let him lie here. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he'll go back to his room, so we don't have to worry. By the way, are you all cleaned up in the kitchen? Okay, let's turn off the doors and windows and blow out the lights and go upstairs. You go get the blanket, I'll wait for you. ”

“Okay, Second Brother.” Angelina went upstairs very well.

……

Without the magic recipe, no more overnight copying and deciphering of the diary, Claude lost his mind, went back to the attic to tidy up the desk and thought about going to Bailuanzhou tomorrow to get ready, and then went to bed early. He slept so sweetly that he woke up the next morning when the bells of the War Temple rang at 6: 00 a.m.

Sleep well... Claude wakes up feeling full of spirit and comfort. Go to the second floor to brush your teeth and wash your face before breakfast.

But when I washed my face, I suddenly remembered that Albert was thrown overnight on the dining room floor last night, and I didn't know if it would wake up.

Downstairs, Albert was already sitting at the table sipping black tea, pale face, some redness on his left face, and five purple fingerprints were visible. However, he did change his pajamas and went to take a bath. The chestnut hair was a little damp.

Father was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, which would have made him lose his arrogance when he was drunk last night, and Weinono nodded and admitted wrong. Just saw Claude go downstairs, and his gaze of anger and hatred sprayed through his eyes.

“Claude, you come here.” Mr. Morsan said in silence.

“Good morning, Father. Can I help you?” Claude ignored Albert's anger.

“Why did you leave your brother in the restaurant last night without asking? Go upstairs and sleep...”

Claude shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and responded innocently: "I can't hold him, I can't drag him upstairs. You were so angry last night, I didn't dare call you. Anna was too young for the two of us. Besides, I didn't care about him, and I specifically asked Anna to get him a blanket to cover it so he wouldn't catch cold. ”

“Uh..." Mr. Morsan had nothing to say. He forgot that the slap on Albert's face was his masterpiece. Last night he was really pissed off by his eldest son, so he forgot to take him back to his bedroom on the second floor. Though he suspected that Claude had intentionally left Albert in the dining room, he couldn't help but insist on his own reasons.

“You did it on purpose. You're usually very powerful, aren't you?” Albert, this shit jumped out again.

“Do you have the face to accuse me? Nothing will happen if you don't get drunk. You won't get beaten up, you won't lie on the floor, by the way, you said you had a little wine last night, and you played a few cards with your friends. You must have lost everything, so you went crazy when you came home and saw the money, I haven't asked you how much you lost?” Claude's lips clashed backwards.

“Me, I didn't play cards, I drank a little wine... don't be ridiculous...” Albert was a little heartless.

“Did you forget what you said?” Claude knew very well that what his father hated most was drunkards and gamblers. The drunkards should be the bad impression Grandpa gave him, and the gamblers were the pun lessons Grandpa taught him, gambling losers!

“I, I was drunk to talk nonsense, I didn't play cards...” Albert had to keep his mouth shut.

“Shut the fuck up, you two.” Mr. Morsan is angry.

Claude sat down and started eating his own breakfast.

“Are you going fishing this afternoon?” Mr. Morsan was silent for a while before asking.

“Yes, the deposit for the fishing boat has been paid, and I hope to make some money for these two days off and pay off the debt.” Claude replied.

“In that case, I'll allow you to go, but be safe outside camping, okay? ”

“I understand, I'll be careful, Father. ”

“As for you, Abel, stay home for two days on vacation and let the wounds on your face heal sooner rather than be embarrassed. Sir Fox should be back from the county after the holidays. You have to keep your spirits around him and don't let me down again. ”

“I know, Father.” Albert's uncharted answer.

……

On the 26th of May of each year, the day before Easter, two public schools in Bai Lu Town, primary and secondary, celebrate Easter.

The content of the event is essentially the same, which is to assemble all the students, led by the teachers, to march in the town and then concentrate on the square commemorating the first shooting of Sterling IX in the Renaissance Kingdom, standing in line.

First, thank the statue of Sterling IX who jumped at the crossfire, then the headmaster will do a report reviewing the difficult journey of Sterling IX to revive the kingdom, then the student representative will come to the stage to give a speech to thank the good life, indicating that we eat water and do not forget to dig wellers, we now have a happy life relying on the glow of the Sterling royal family and so on...

Finally, Mr. Mayor came to the stage to wrap up, calling for close solidarity around the Sterling royal family, under the wise leadership of Sterling X, to work to build the kingdom of Auvellas and make your home better...

At last, everyone bowed down to the statue of Sterling IX and scattered, returning to their families to find their mothers. Just saved a student lunch for the school...

Claude has to go home to eat first, and change his student clothes. You can't risk going to Baiyuzhou wearing such a uniform. Hunting clothes is the best option.

Meet me at 2 p.m. at the private pier of the Erickson family.

Old Sunny had anchored his sailboat on the dock, about seven meters long and about two meters, four and five feet wide. Remove the tail, the hull is not large enough to move around a dozen square feet.

Such single-sail boats are the most common fishing boats in White Deer Town, and typically require two to three people to operate, as well as sea-fishing and diving in shallow waters, but do not enter deep waters and run the risk of overturning and sinking in larger wind waves.

Bok Al handed over the agreed charter fee to Old Sonny, who said a few words of blessing and left, and they moved the bags to the deck of the fishing boat.

"Has everything moved up yet," asked Erickson. "Have you forgotten anything? Check again. We're ready to sail. ”

Now he's the captain of this little fishing boat.

“Wait a minute,” Claude said. "Ike, isn't there a net in your warehouse? Let's move it up. We talked to our families about going fishing, we can't even bring a net. We'll find a place to put it down and maybe have an unexpected surprise when we get back...”

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