Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 147: Father and Son Talking

“Do you understand what I'm doing?” Mr. Morsan stood in the window of the study on the second floor and looked downstairs at the still lively stall, saying that it was now his mother who was watching the stall selling.

After lunch, Mr. Morsan instructed Claude to follow him to the second floor study. He seemed to want to talk to Claude, perhaps to know what Claude was thinking.

Claude couldn't have guessed, it was empty, and everything he could sell moved downstairs, leaving behind that thick old desk and a very worn backrest chair, and an old beast leather sofa. Claude suspected that the backrest chair and sofa, if not too worn and fur worn too badly, would probably have been sold by his father. As for the desk, it was too heavy for Mr. Morsan to move.

Claude nodded and shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands: “You understand what you're doing, but I think you're exaggerating. ”

Mr. Morsan turned around, walked to his desk, pulled out a silver cigarette case with a cigarette wire from his drawer, and then touched the pipe from the black mulberry ivory mouth out of his pocket, picked up a handful of cigarette wire from the silver cigarette box and slowly stuffed it in the pipe. These two things were his favorite, and he didn't have to sell them.

“I'm glad you understand, which means your brain is much smarter and farsighted than your brother's.” Mr. Morsan lit the wire in the pipe, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out of his mouth: “Abel never understood the fact that although I was exonerated and just fired from public office, it did not mean that everything was over and that bad luck was not far from our home...

What happened to the merchant fleet meant that all of our investments floated, just because we thought about everything too well, we only saw the brilliant return of gold in our eyes, but forgot the risks, so that we had no blood left. Even me and Thomas, once their future had been ruined, we could have gone even further, and it was not impossible to get a title by exploring new routes alone. ”

Mr. Morsan's bitter mouth smoked a pipe, which revealed that his emotions were a little exciting and more regrettable.

Claude didn't know what to say or how to comfort his father. However, Mr. Morsan quickly took control of his mood and smiled bitterly: "It's too late to say anything, there are no regret pills in the world. But remember my lesson. It's too late to be greedy! ”

Claude nodded, meaning he understood.

Mr. Morsan sat on that old backrest chair: "It's not that we don't have any money, it's just that I took the money to the investor fleet. A pelagic merchant ship needed 500 gold kroner to carry cargo, and I invested 350 gold kroner in my family's savings, and I loaned 150 gold kroner from the National Bank, thinking that this pelagic merchant ship would bring back ten times as much revenue to our family, and I didn't expect it to be robbed by those damn pirates. ”

Claude couldn't help but wonder how much money his father had accumulated as a town administrator for more than a decade. It seemed like he had a lot of cheap money to take up public office.

Mr. Morsan obviously knew what Claude was thinking, and he shook his head and said, "Claude, your father hasn't corrupted a penny on business for more than a decade, and these savings are actually accumulated every year by dividends on those shares. I don't deny that I can have those shares because of my job, but that doesn't mean I'm forced into shares. A lot of people invited me to join just to avoid trouble, and I also took out real gold and silver. ”

“Father, I don't think so…" Claude Khan.

Mr. Morsan continued to smoke, then sighed again: "Albert has always considered these shares to be one of his future successors, but he does not want to think that I have lost my public office and that owning them would be repugnant. So in order to avoid trouble, I cashed all these shares in the previous day for over 400 gold kroner. On the one hand, repayment of the bank's loans and, on the other hand, in response to the impending troubles. ”

Claude suddenly found it strange that the father should consult with Albert, after all, that the Kingdom of Ovillas had introduced the first-born inheritance law. Being a second son is generally independent of the family and reopening an account after adulthood. Where the eldest son still exists, he rarely participates in family decisions. What does that mean for the father and himself?

Mr. Morsan stood up again and walked to the window with a pipe: “It's mid-February, and in another week or two, the news of the incident in the merchant fleet will truly reach White Deer Town, and then our family will be caught up in another big whirlpool. Two or three hundred families have lost their loved ones, which is a devastating nightmare for White Deer Town.

Baroness Maria mentioned this in her reply, and you saw it, in which she said that once His Majesty had made his choice, there was no need to hide the secrets of the new route. If we were to deal with the shortcomings at that time, we might not be able to stay in Bai Lu Town any longer, and no one would be able to live in peace with the hatred and resentment of two or three hundred families. Although their loved ones have accepted our employment, in the eyes of those families we are responsible for the loss of their loved ones... ”

Claude Heart said that his father had done too much to compare his family's prestige in town, and it was understandable that the Fields had lived in White Deer Town for nearly a hundred years, and most of it had gained that much prestige in town since his grandfather's discovery. Few people in the world have left their homes, and the laws of the Kingdom do not allow their subjects to relocate at will, which can cause great trouble for taxation and service.

Sometimes I really admire the boss capitalists of my past life, not to mention the hatred and resentment of two or three hundred families. Thousands of people curse hate as if they didn't see or hear anything, and live their luxurious lives. Like the big V publics on the internet, the spit of nearly a million internet friends is regarded as a spring breeze, smile past, do not think their opinions are wrong, but think that the quality of the internet friends is not good, their faces are too thick.

From this point of view, Claude believes that his current father has a moral bottom line and has the courage to shoulder his responsibilities. Even if it's personal, it's human nature.

“Alas, your brother, who is not aware that our home is now sitting at the crater, believes that even if the news of the incident in the merchant fleet is confirmed, it is only a sign of the failure of our investment and that the fate of the sailors' crew has nothing to do with us, because we have already paid. So we don't have to pay pensions and compensate the families of the sailor crew. If they make trouble at home, we can call the police and take all the families into labor..."

Mr. Morsan grinned and took the pipe out of his mouth: "Abel thought too simply, and he was categorically opposed to me cashing those shares for pensions and compensation. I don't want to think about it. I don't have a public office, I'm no longer a town administrator, so can I keep these shares? Now that Baron Robert owns White Deer Town, he always sees a few of us as nails in the eye, and if the families make trouble at home, he can easily find an excuse to get involved.

As Baron Robert, I knew very well that it was impossible not to be peeled. Not only will those shares not hold, but we will even carry huge amounts of compensation as pensions and compensation for the sailors' crew. If this turns out to be the case, why can't I cash in on my shares, sell my property, and offer pensions and compensation to those sailors and crew members? Not only has it earned fame, but more importantly, Mayor Robert has nowhere to go to get a grip on us. ”

Claude lifted his chin toward his mother, who was downstairs bargaining with a customer: "Is selling property also a means of self-preservation? ”

“Self-preservation…” Mr. Morsan thought of the word and finally nodded bitterly: “Yes, self-preservation. You don't know. Without public office, what I say doesn't matter. Although those people still call me Mr. Morsan with respect, they actually laugh at me in their hearts. If I were the chief executive, I could have cashed in at least 700 gold kroons, instead of the more than 400 that I have now, in the face of the past, without embarrassing me or unjustly saying so many good things in front of them.

Our family needs a hard time, not to show it to others, but to make them think that our family has done everything in its power to help the families of the sailors who have lost their loved ones, to the point where our family is destitute. So the only real estate that our family has on the bright side is this big red brick house, living off the rent that your grandfather left us.

Leaving a good reputation in town would make Baron Robert uncomfortable, and he doesn't have to bother me anymore because our family is already so far behind. We can only turn around if we wait for the Merchant Fleet page to turn over.

If His Majesty is prepared to develop new routes, then we will again raise funds to buy a merchant ship and trade back to the Nubian continent. Perhaps I will also sail with the ship, and it is possible that in the future I will become the biggest marine trader on both continents... "

Claude laughed and his father didn't lose his temper. In fact, what worried him most was that he felt lost because he was removed from public office, and then became a drunk drunk and drunk like his grandfather. Now look at what you don't have to worry about. Father is awake, knows what to do and what not to do, has plans for the future, and is confident.

“By the way, Claude, I asked you to come up here primarily to talk about your future.” Mr. Morsan finally remembered the subject of his conversation with Claude.

“I'm sorry, son. Looks like you're about to join the Tilsim army.” It took half a day of silence for Mr. Morsan to breathe this sentence.

Claude was relieved and wondered what made his father so hesitant to go to the Nubian mainland to find his own godfather, the governor, who had not yet met him, to enlist in the army. Claude had already left it behind. Since the merchant fleet was in trouble, Claude knew he couldn't make it. New routes had been captured by pirates, and Claude couldn't make it aboard a distant merchant ship until the Royal Navy dispatched battleships to clean up those groups.

“Nothing, Father, I don't care about that. I am currently enjoying myself in the woods and did not expect to enlist in the army.” Claude is telling the truth.

Mr. Morsan shook his head: "I am not referring to this. You are an adult and a civilian in your household registry. As the director of Normanly Forest Yard, you can avoid compulsory recruitment, but remember that you are still the first in Bai Lu Town National Secondary School, the military conscription order will be delivered to you after all, you cannot avoid enlistment into the military. ”

That's true, a gynecologist like Claude was originally the finest source of troops, not to mention his first place in gynecology. In the age of guns queuing up to shoot, gymnastics students like Claude were the best candidates for the lower-ranking sergeants in greatest need, as well as the most lost ranks of officers after a war. Even Mrs. Maria could not shelter Claude from military service.

“Let's talk about it then. I don't know when the conscription order will be sent to anyone. I'm sure there will always be a way. Besides, going to military service doesn't mean going to war or going to war doesn't mean I'm in bad luck..." Claude can only comfort himself and his father in this way.

Mr. Morsan stared severely at Claude and looked a little angry: "You must not have carefully looked at Madame Maria's reply. Did you not notice that she mentioned in her letter that Her Majesty the King had not yet decided which option to adopt? If you maintain the program, you will receive a conscription order in the first half of the year. I hope His Majesty the King is ready to develop a new route, because then you will be a year late for recruitment and you will have one year to prepare to apply to the pharmacist, so that you can avoid going straight to the front and becoming a cannon dust! ”

Will it be Claude's turn to laugh hard enough to be a junior pharmacist for a year? He didn't have that confidence himself. Unless he stops practicing magic, doesn't experiment with alchemy, puts all his energy into learning about pharmacology, and needs to be carefully taught beside him to hang his head, taper his college entrance exam spirit, and maybe half the chances of success.

“I get it, Father, I'll study hard when I get back.” Claude said.