Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 152 Wind Waves

“What are you talking about! Morsan jumped off a building and killed herself?” After an urgent message from the butler, Sir Fox, who was relaxing for a delicious breakfast and tasting an aperitif, stood up astonished, and the white napkin around his neck suddenly turned over the crystal glass, and almost all the dark red aperitif was poured over Sir Fox.

It's just that Sir Fox, who has always talked about appearance, couldn't help but get his clothes splashed with fruit and wine. He rushed into front of the butler and grabbed the butler's collar, anxiously asking: “Is this news true? ”

The butler was shivered by Sir Fox's distorted face. He had never seen Sir Fox's angry and additive face before calming down: “Yes, sir, it is said that Mr. Morsan jumped off the roof of his big red brick house at around 5: 00 a.m. and fell on the pebble floor below, his head cracked and died instantly..."

Sir Fox let go of his exasperated hand and turned back to mutter to himself: “How dare he commit suicide... who allowed him to commit suicide! ”

The angry Sir Fox lifted the entire table in front of him and pushed it aside. The tableware and food fell on the beautiful granite floor, and the crystal tableware in contact with the hard ground made a crisp breaking sound. The fragments splattered, scaring the butler standing on one side like a quail in the rain, he dared not go forward to persuade the nearly mad Sir Fox.

Sir Fox in fury trampled those foods on the ground with his feet in fury: "How dare he commit suicide! If I had the balls, I would have killed myself...”

It took Sir Fox a while to calm down, just a little red in the eye: "I think the heir to the Fields must be the minor Browick now? ”

“Yes, it is said that Mr. Morsan had left a will before committing suicide to allow his youngest son, Browick, to inherit his family business and all debts incurred…”

Sir Fox got angry again and took a few breaths to restrain his emotions: “I knew it, I knew it, Morsan, you did well! Suicide is dragging me down, making me a joke for everyone! What's his second son's name, Claude? Isn't he old enough to inherit the family business? ”

“Old, sir, Mr. Morsan's second son, Claude, was 18 years old this year, but he had already registered at the town hall, only to hang his household under the Fields family, mainly because he had no assets or house of his own. He is currently a forest manager at the Normanly Forest Farm with three silver towers a month, which is an enviable job. And I heard that he was very filial and always cared for his family, so he would not go against his father's will to take inheritance from his brother. Besides, yes, with that debt, he would not want it, he would want inheritance...”

The housekeeper swallowed up a reality that despaired Sir Fox, indeed, in the face of a huge debt of 500 gold crowns, no fool would take the initiative to grab the burden.

“I probably shouldn't have forced Morsan to meet him yesterday, given him an opportunity to extend the repayment period a little longer, and for a couple of years he probably wouldn't have done that. Damn it! This is dragging me to death!” Sir Fox finally had some regrets. It was a mistake.

“By the way, is that Albert still in Old Street? ”

The housekeeper thought carefully and replied: “It should still be there. After you fired him three days ago, he went to the old street to find his good friend and never came home. ”

“You tell Bedrill to send someone to watch and don't let him out of town. Besides, you tell him to go home and inherit the family business. Although he was registered as an adult, he was the eldest son and had the right to inherit, and if he was willing to inherit the family business, Morsan's will would be useless. As for that debt, you tell him that once you inherit the family business, just transfer me the big red brick house and the rest of the debt will be written off. ”

“Yes, sir, I'll be right there. ”

After the butler left in a hurry, Sir Fox could no longer control the anger in his heart, picking up the decorations that were readily available and falling to the ground, whispering: “Damn Sterling IX, damned claims bill...”

A faithful gardener outside the restaurant was working on the flowers, and he heard the movement inside and Sir Fox shouting, and his face grew serious.

Old Street, a run-down two-story house in an alley, Sir Fox's butler was parked outside a door by several members of the Black Snake Club.

Albert was not up yet, but he was unable to prevent several members of the Black Snake Society from breaking in with Sir Fox's butler.

“Albert, your father is dead. Why don't you go home?” The butler looked seriously at Albert in bed.

“Go home. Go home. Why? Succeeding to a huge debt of 500 gold crowns?” Albert lazy representation.

The butler repeated Sir Fox's terms.

“Okay, I get it. You go home. I'll go home in a minute, after I say hello to Sir Fox. ”

When the housekeepers left, Albert laughed: "When I was stupid, I went to inherit the family business, and I didn't get anything to pay off so much debt. A write-off, maybe? I don't know yet. This old thing always talks like a fart, never counts. I really thought I was jumping into the pit like that stupid father of mine. Trust me, you have ghosts. ”

There's another red-haired woman under the blanket: "Abel, are you sure you don't want to go home? Your father's dead. ”

“No, I don't want to get beat up.” Albert shook his head resolutely and said: “You don't know that my brother is an asshole, he likes to hit me the most. My father used to show restraint, and now that my father is not here, he will beat me up. Let him inherit the family business, 500 gold crowns. I'll see how he pays off. ”

“Why would Sir Fox want you to go back and fight him if he inherited the family business and was able to pay his debts? ”

“That old thing can't wait to get a big red brick house. Our kingdom's bill of claim stipulates that if the debtor dies, an adult heir will need to sign a new debt agreement with the creditors. There is a three-month exemption period where creditors are not allowed to collect their debts. The old man is probably afraid of having a lot of nightmares, so what happens? Besides, my brother is mountain dependent, and he has the fat legs of the Normanly family, so the old thing also has a problem. ”

Albert had not thought that his father had gone any farther than he had thought and had succeeded young Browick, who was still a minor, directly with Sir Fox.

“By the way, Alice, do you want to make money? ”

“Earning money who doesn't want to, you little white face has been in my house for three days and you haven't given me a bronze coin.” The red-haired woman reached out and twisted Albert's ears.

“No, don't do it, I'll tell you. I'll write you a letter and you send it to my house. You ask my brother for money, he'll give it to you. ”

“You didn't lie to me? Is he really going to pay? How much can I give you? ”

“One, two gold crowns, more, I don't think he has any money.” Albert said for sure.

“Is there really so much? What letter do you write?” The red-haired woman gets excited.

“Certainly a declaration of waiver of the right to inheritance. As long as you take this letter, he will answer your request and give you the money, but you will score me half. ”

“No, Abel, are you sure you don't want inheritance? ”

Albert nodded with certainty: “After you wrote the letter, you told your father not to leave the boat in the morning. When you got back, you sent me to the pier and took your father's fishing boat out of here. I couldn't stay in White Deer Town, so I went somewhere else. I'm sure that old thing will pay me back. If he pays me a hundred gold kroner, I'll inherit the family business. You want me to play dumb? ”

The Black Snake Club boss, Bedrill. Brunch stood in front of the big red brick house, dreaming that he would be implicated in Mr. Morsan's suicide and could not leave. When he heard of Mr. Morsan's suicide in the morning, he was informed by the chief of justice of the town hall that he was to take a loan to Mr. Morsan's residence pending the conclusion of the investigation into the whole incident.

At this point, Bidrill. Brunch finally realized the inconvenience of being a public official. If he's not the captain of the guard squadron, he can find anybody to take his place. But now he is a squadron leader of the guard brigade, and Mr. Morsan's suicide was due to the fact that he borrowed a note to collect the money, so he had to be present for counselling and investigation.

Almost half the town is here, and Mr. Morsan's suicide has become a major event in the whole town, from the streets to the ends of the streets, with crowds of black crows, trail news and rumours flying.

Bedrill. Brönch had never felt so ashamed, and although no one had the nerve to rush to him to scold him, the contempt of spitting made him feel truly groundless, as if he was the culprit of the suicide of the esteemed and prestigious Mr. Morsan.

As for? I'm just running a leg for Sir Fox... Brunch feels very wronged. Especially the second son of Mr. Morsan, Claude, who looked at himself full of killing, was really killing.

As the head of the Black Snake Club, he was known as Bedrill the Butcher. Brönch, his men naturally have human lives, he is not new to killing, but how can he feel that this Claude's killing will be so heavy, when he stares at him, he actually feels cold and creepy all over his body.

One of my men asked a few questions, Bedrill. Brunch just relaxed. Turns out this Claude was a good hunter. He killed Python and Niles crocodiles, boar antelope and so many other things, and countless rabbit wild chickens. No wonder the killing was so heavy.

“How long are we staying here...” Bidrill. Brunch shouted impatiently at his men's penises.

“Boss, be patient, this is something we didn't expect. At least we'll have to wait for the justice department to come and check it out before we can leave.” A reasonably clever man persuaded.

“It's been a morning, what are they stalling about? Come quickly.” Bidrill. Brunch complained that he had become increasingly impatient to be seen by the surrounding audience as a monkey. But there was no way, Claude refused them access to his house, and now they are guards, unable to do anything to force them into the house in sight, and have to stay outside the house.

“Hey, isn't that Alice from Old Street? How did she get here? ”

A young red-haired woman squeezed through the crowd and entered the house. After a while, this red-haired woman, Alice, left with joy.

“I went to ask her what she was doing here. I remember Mr. Morsan's eldest son. That little white-faced Albert fought her so hard...”

One of her men ran over and asked for two words and came back: “She sent a letter for Albert's little white face, saying she renounced her inheritance. ”

“Five hundred kilograms of debt, who inherited who was sick.” The other one said.

A little while later, a clerk from the Justice Department of a town hall came over, borrowed a note and looked at Bidrill. “You wait, Mr. Kalf, the head of the judiciary, will come in the afternoon, and he will determine your debt relationship, which will require a rewriting of the borrowing strip and justice," Brunch said. ”

“How long will that take?” Bidrill. Brunch is about to collapse.

“I don't know. You should finish this afternoon. You have to be patient. Fortunately, however, the will is undisputed and the right to inheritance has been confirmed. When the Kalf Supervisor arrives, he'll take care of it. Now you wait on the street, here's a condolence meeting...”