Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 43 Family Wind Wave

“Anna, what were you crying about yesterday afternoon? Who slapped you and told me...” Claude hurried home as soon as he left school this afternoon, waiting for his sister to grab her.

Little Lori didn't answer, but her big, bright crystalline eyes immediately caught a layer of water.

Claude counts in his heart: "Albert again, isn't it? Why 'd he hit you? ”

Little Laurie flashed her mouth and cried: “He, he asked me to give him the flower branch hair card, I refused, he hit me, and took the card...”

Claude's hands held tight, a root blush burst on his fist. This product does not seem to be able to teach him a hard lesson. Damn it, he went to grab his sister's sterling silver flower hair card. Don't ask if it must have been taken to please his head, Miss Christina.

The last time I heard that Christina was stalking him to buy jewelry, this product hit her sister with no money, it was amazing... of course, if the flower hair card is not sterling silver, the product might not look good... good, you wait for me, you have a good look at night...

It took me a while to get my sister together, and Claudemoor was ready to wait for the shipment to come home at night. It was only unexpected that he had not seen the goods until dinner time. Asked his father, Mr. Morsan said that because Sir Fox had just returned from County City and had a lot of official backlog, the goods would be busy for two days and most likely would not go home.

At the same time, Mr. Morsan was pleased that Claude, the second son, was proactive in expressing concern for the boss's move, believing that he had played a good role in educating his children about solidarity and fraternity.

Lucky for the shipment, but it was just a delay of a few days.

The next day Claude took her sister to the town grocery store after class and bought her three beautiful haircuts. However, this time the haircut cost not much, just two or three sunars, all copper, silver plated, looks fancy, plus the sterling silver branches of the haircut is not worth it, but little Lori likes it.

Finally, on the night of the third day, Claude waited for the shipment to come home. Claude was dragged by his partners to the secret base of the private pier at the Ericsson house this day, where he went fishing for over an hour by the lake. The partners wanted to do another barbecue, but the harvest was scarce, and the four of them caught two little fish, so everyone lost interest. They threw two little fish at Uncle Pegg at the watchdock and spanked their asses back home.

I just walked in and saw that cargo sat at the table satisfied bragging about how hard they had worked, how much they had done and how they had been valued by Sir Fox... Mr. Morsan smiled with a pipe and listened to this cargo boast and nodded with satisfaction from time to time.

When Claude walked in, he glanced at the goods and pretended to ignore them. Also refers to the empty cup in front of him, drinking Angelina and pouring him black tea.

“I'll do it.” Claude picked up a silver teapot from his sister and walked to the table.

Put the teapot on the table, Claude reached out and grabbed the collar of the cargo and picked it up directly from the chair.

“You, what do you want?” The goods shouted in panic.

"Claude, what are you doing? ”

Claude ignored him, and even if I came here, it wouldn't have stopped his anger from suppressing him for three days.

The dumb bastard used his hands to snatch his grabbed collar, and even if Claude let go of his right hand, he couldn't break Claude's left hand.

Aim, hard, "Pfft!” Claude gave him a big mouth.

“Pfft...” A sip of blood sprayed directly onto Claude's uniform. The goods woke up and stopped wrist-breaking and blocked their faces with their hands, fearing another slap.

Raise your knees...

“Vomit...” This shit threw up, but unfortunately I haven't eaten dinner yet. There's nothing to throw up in my stomach, just some foam. No one can even sit up with this knee on their stomach, and this thing will be like a prawn that's already tickled.

Raise your knees again...

“Ah..." This time it was a scream, the nose beam was struck, the blood was all over the face and the goods fell to the ground.

In just a few moments after Claude started, Mr. Morsan's drinking voice fell, and he saw his beloved eldest son fall on the ground screaming with blood...

“You, you're going against the sky! Claude! You, dare you! How dare you hit your brother! You, stop it!” Mr. Morsan shivered, pointing his finger at Claude...

“Shut up!” Claude turned his head to his father, and his red eyes frightened Mr. Morsan: “Quiet next to him, you'll see why I beat him right away! ”

Pull the chair open and Claude walks over and lifts his right foot directly onto the face of the bastard: “Go ahead, where did you get that sterling silver branched haircut...”

The bastard trembled all over the ground, resolutely silent, leaving Claude's feet trampled on his face with his hands covered, which would leave him with no choice but to pretend to seek refuge from his parents.

Claude stepped down and stepped: "No, you don't. Actually, I know why you're robbing Anna's sterling silver branches. Albert, I told you, I don't want to worry about your scandal, and I don't want to embarrass my parents because it's a big deal. But you're really good. In order to please your head, you actually robbed your sister's hair card and didn't give it back to your sister...”

“Wait, Claude, what were you saying?” Mr. Morsan was somewhat stunned, apparently not ready to hear such violent news.

“It's simple, Father, that your proud eldest son has hooked up with the beautiful 28-year-old Christina living in the attic next door, who has been in love for at least six months. Now you know where your oldest son spends his monthly salary? Last month your eldest son bought two clothes and a dress for his lover, as if he had promised Miss Christina another suite with a bathroom and a bathtub and a kitchen. If he didn't have an empty suite at home, he would rent it outside and pay the rent...

The Christina lady also asked your eldest son to arrange jewelry for her. Looks like your eldest son has spent all his money, so he punched the idea on the sterling silver flower hair card I bought Anna, took it from Anna and took it to please her. Anna refused to let him slap Anna.

Actually, I don't care about that haircut, as long as he and Anna say it's not going to happen, shouldn't he actually hit Anna, this damn guy, does he look a little bit like a brother? Anna is his own sister, and he can't believe he did it! In that case, don't blame me for being rude. If you don't think we're brothers and sisters, then I'll take you for a big brother! ”

The more Claude said, the more angrier her sister Angelina was, the more she knew to help her mother with household chores when she was 12. Aside from anything else, Claude herself was a little sweaty when her mother took over the dishwashing job at night to take care of the little chubby. But if Claude were to wash dishes, Claude wouldn't want to, and the custom of the world itself is that women do kitchen work. If there is a woman in the house and a man does these cleaning jobs, then this man will be called a loser, like a woman...

Pull back the foot on this face, since you cover your face, kick your waist, and Claude kicks over with the ribs on the ground.

“Oops...” This thing was smart, got two rushes to roll on the ground, and Claude almost kicked a split.

“How dare you hide!” Claude made it.

“Wait, Claude, stop!” Mr. Morsan finally responded from shock.

“I didn't do it!” Claude kicked the shipment again, and the shipment has gone back to the corner of the wall, holding his head in a bunch and letting Claude kick and kick.

“You, you stop!” Mr. Morsan went mad, never expected his eldest son to make such a scandal out of him, and this second son never listened... and was violent, even his brother dared to fight, although for his sister's sake... this would keep Mr. Morsan feeling a headache and a mess in his heart.

Claude had to hold his feet because Mr. Morsan was in the way.

“You go over there.” Mr. Morsan pushed Claude out, either way separating the two bastards first.

Give father a face and see what he can do with the product. If the result is unsatisfactory, Claude doesn't mind beating the product once at a time and always leaves a deep lesson for the product.

Claude reached out to his sister and touched Little Laurie's hair: "Don't be afraid, he won't dare to hit you again in the future. He dares to hit you once. I will beat him ten times to see who dares to bully my lovely sister. ”

Little Laurie's big eyes smiled and leaned her head into Claude's arms. Claude did scare Big Brother at first, but soon realized Claude was angry for her, and soon she didn't feel scared, but happy and safe.

“Abel, get up first.” Mr. Morsan was watching his eldest son very closely, and he believed that Claude should be telling the truth, otherwise Albert would soon argue with his knowledge of his eldest son. A silent beating would mean that Claude's story is beyond question.

Mr. Morsan's heart sank, and now it is not a matter of blaming Claude for beating his brother, but whether Albert really hooked up with that Christina. Gods of War, if this is spread out, Mr. Morsan doesn't know how to face those in the upper classes of the town. This is going to be a big scandal, it's going to be a big joke among other people, it's going to recruit a female guest, and it's going to hook up with her eldest son, and what will the people in town think of themselves as the chief administrative officer? Years of reputation have been completely destroyed...

“Is everything Claude just said true? Are you really in that relationship with Miss Christina?” Mr. Morsan also expressed the hope that Albert would rise up to denounce Claude's fabrication.

But Mr. Morsan was soon disappointed because his eldest son was just shrugging his head around the corner of the wall, and it looked like he had been crossed by the N big wheels, and he looked so pathetic.

Claude had to give this product a compliment in his heart. It was smart, knowing what to say at this time. His father would no longer believe him. Instead of being silent like gold, he put out the tragedy of being beaten to get the sympathy of his parents...

Mr. Morsan felt like he had lost his temper and sat down holding the chair, which was too exciting for him tonight and a little unbearable psychologically. After a long sigh, Mr. Morsan turned to Claude: "When did you know? ”

Claude shrugged: “Just the day before, the day you bought at home. I'll be back at night and you'll be in the study. I couldn't sleep upstairs, opened the window, and heard him and the woman. Thought it was downstairs, then found it coming from next door, climbed to the roof, found him in Miss Christina's attic, arguing, a little loud...

Miss Christina complained that the suite he had promised her had not yet materialized, that there was no bathroom, no bathtub and no kitchen in the attic, and that he had promised Christina a good room in town. Miss Christina also said that she had no jewellery to let him buy. She said she had bought clothes and skirts for her last month. Next time she must bring jewellery...

Later, he slept with Miss Christina, and the two voices were a little loud, and I understood their relationship. I didn't want to worry about him, but he shouldn't have bullied Anna and robbed her of her hair card... ”

“I get it, you stop it.” Mr. Morsan waved powerlessly and Claude shut his mouth.

“Oh my God! Abel, what's wrong with you?” Mother came down the stairs with the little chubby pie and woke up when she saw the corner of the wall full of blood.

“He was fine and accidentally fell.” Mr. Morsan said. Claude and sister Angelina looked at him with amazement.

“You two, take something upstairs and stop eating here for dinner and take Little Booker with you.” Mr. Morsan sighed: "Paney, go wash Abel's face and look at the wounds on his face. ”

Sighing again, Mr. Morsan said, "Abel, I think we should talk. ”