Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 154 Guarantee

Sir Fox didn't know how to get to the second floor study, he never thought Claude would have so many people in his home, the restaurant on the first floor was almost full of people, and they were all people with prestigious status in town. No one greeted him or even talked to him. He just looked at him in silence. This silent gaze made him feel like he was stung and very distressed.

After going up the stairs is a small living room, also sitting for more than a dozen people. What makes Sir Fox feel better is Bedrill. Brunch was there, dressed in the uniform of a guard officer, and as soon as he came up, he hurried forward: "Sir, here. ”

He refers to a closed door, which should be the bookroom where the agreement was signed.

Sir Fox looked around the small living room and found several people he knew, smiling and wanting to say hello, but didn't expect the person he was watching to suddenly twist his head aside, pretending to be with the person next to him stealing whispers. This clearly doesn't want to see him or ignore his appearance, he doesn't even want to say hello...

The smile was replaced by embarrassment, Sir Fox's numb turning his body and his calm face to the side of Bedrill. Brunch said, "Let's go in. ”

In addition to the director of Kalf and two civilian officers of the Town Hall Justice Department, four of Mr. Morsan's surviving friends were also leaders in the opening of new routes and investors in the merchant fleet, as well as witnesses to Mr. Morsan's borrowing from Sir Fox. With the exception of Bok Al's father, Rubiewell, a major businessman in White Deer Town, who was absent from West Romick County, all the witnesses who had signed the note had arrived.

Claude stood at the desk with his brother Browick Jr. Her mother had fallen overwhelmed with sadness and her sister was taking care of her, even the little snow dog laying quietly beside her bedroom. As for the old man Albert, he didn't come home, wrote a declaration waiving his inheritance, sent a woman in and asked for two gold crowns. Claude was so angry that he couldn't help but find him and beat him up and let go of his depressed mood.

So now he's the only one in the family with a brother to deal with those who come to condolence. If Velikoro hadn't come with his father and his sister to help him with those trivial things, he really didn't know what he could do, and he didn't know what to do with the white things in the world.

Early in the morning, he was cried out by his sister, who had fallen into the woods, and he couldn't believe his ears when he heard the nightmare of his father's suicide jump. It was almost a thunderbolt to his head. After two years in the world, he had lived under his father's wing, and Claude's position as head of the Town Hall Administration had led Claude to find himself in a small shrine, and his starting point was quite high compared to the bitter crossing of the protagonists in those online novels.

At least in White Deer Town, most people would sell their father a face. So Claude came to the other world for two years, and life was pretty smooth and relaxing. He is not the kind of dragon who crosses the protagonists, fights against the heavens, kills the gods and slaughters demons. He is not the son of fate like Zhao Ritian. He punched him in the face all the way. He always thought he was an ordinary person, choosing to live a normal and peaceful life for the rest of his life.

In a way, the passers-by think they are better suited to be a hermit and hide themselves in the crowd. So learning magic and robbing a black snake would be without any psychological burden on him, and the only requirement would be not to be discovered.

The poem by Li Bai: When it comes to brushing clothes, deep hiding and fame are the passing people's favorites. Perhaps every Chinese man has a warrior dream in his heart, so the passing person is very happy with his current life, he doesn't want to change anything.

The only thing the passers-by didn't expect was that Mr. Morsan, his physical father, the chief executive, would have had so many ripples in his attempt to open a new route to the Nubian continent in order to be able to go further with his friends that he would have made a mess of the family's beautiful and happy life. And now his sister comes over and tells him that the body's father, Mr. Morsan, would choose to end his life by jumping off a building and committing suicide.

On the night of repentance, Claude woke up with his arms pulled by his sobbing sister, unable to wash his clothes, grab his own purse and drive out to the carriage. When he came home, he was sad until his mother collapsed, and for a moment Claude was too busy to jump.

Settling her mother down and asking a neighbor to help her drive her carriage to the pharmacist, Claude had time to go to the scene of her father's suicide jump. Mr. Morsan was still lying there, but his mother and several neighbors had covered him with a sheet of bed, and the blood spread over the ground, dark red and striking.

Several patrol police officers have maintained order on the scene, keeping the crowd too close together. Claude knelt directly in front of the body and regretted it so much that it had only been two or three days since it had happened, and it had changed so quickly that he had not reacted. Otherwise, I'd have killed that Ser Fox sooner, and that shit wouldn't have happened.

As to whether the killing of Sir Fox would provoke the Great Poclaudian would be irrelevant. He killed several members of the Black Snake Club in White Deer Town, and even if things got bigger, the big people didn't care, anyway, the dead and alive people in the garbage never saw it. But if one of them, such as Claude, were to kill Sir Fox, it would be more than a tremor in the three southwestern counties, and even the king would send someone to hunt down the killer...

It wasn't until Verricolo learned that the news had arrived in a hurry that Claude found himself kneeling for almost half an hour in front of his father's body. A patrol cop came and pitied Claude to give way, and the Justice Department had already sent someone for a corpse exam. Fortunately, Mr. Morsan had written his will before he committed suicide, and the cause of death was obvious, and the entire examination process was soon over.

The clerk at the Justice Department pointed to Claude, first went to the temple to buy a coffin, put Mr. Morsan away, set up a condolence site, etc., and Claude heard a fog. Finally, Verricolo simply drove home in a carriage to pick up his sister and father to take care of these trivial things, and Claude made a little effort to see what his father left behind.

Mr. Morsan's will before he died was for Claude, who knew exactly who his family could count on after he left. He told Claude in his will that little Buwick intended to inherit the family business, and quite frankly, with that huge debt of 500 gold kroner on his head, Albert must have given up the first-born priority to inherit the family business. So, he told Claude not to bother to inherit the family business and take on the debt, so that his suicide would not be in vain...

This is something that Claude didn't expect. After three years of reading in the country, and despite the existing legal texts of the Holy See, no one is willing to take these complicated and cumbersome things seriously and just fool around with the exams. I had no idea there was such a Bill of Claims that Mr. Morsan would use his life to cast a shadow on Sir Fox's intentions. It will take 20 years to recover this debt, and this will be a big joke for Sir Fox.

It's just that it's too costly to pay for Mr. Morsan's life. Claude finally understood why his father had chosen to commit suicide, because there was no other way to counter Sir Fox's obsession with his family. Twenty years is a long time. If we hold off on this debt, then who knows what will happen in the future?

With the help of three members of the Velikro family, Mr. Morsan's aftermath soon became well organized. Villicro was running around town in a wagon, either sending a letter to Mr. Morsan's best friend or purchasing what he needed. Uncle Kubrick and several neighbors, under the guidance of Sister Villicro, opened the open space in front of the big red brick house as a condolence, placed Mr. Morsan's hearse in the middle, and invited the painter to paint Mr. Morsan's remains.

Claude has been at home hosting the condolences of his father's lifelong friends, all of whom have status in White Deer Town and, at the very least, are nationals. As for the inadequacy of the level of identity, they were stopped by Uncle Kubrick. All they had to do was put a white paper flower on Mr. Morsan's hearse and put a white flower bought from the Temple of War in his chest to mourn.

Soon, Mr. Morsan's hearse was surrounded by countless white flowers of paper, and the empty space of the mourning ground became almost a white sea of flowers. Vericulo had already made three trips to the Temple of War, and he said that the clerics in the Temple of War were almost busy catching up on the flowers, which had cost three gold crowns a finny.

Until noon, little Browick told Claude he was hungry. Claude, it turns out I haven't had a bite to drink since I was busy this morning. He hurried to find something to fill his own stomach and that of his brother, and sent food to his sister and mother.

Fortunately, this is the busiest day and the next two days will be easier as long as succession and debt agreements are finalized. The white matter custom in this world is usually to mourn for three days, send the coffin to the Temple Cemetery for burial, and then ask Simon to pray, so that the soul of the deceased loved ones can be sent to the kingdom of the gods for permanent sleep.

Claude looked cold at Sir Fox with Bidrill. Brunch entered the study without any expression on his face, like looking at an inanimate object.

Sir Fox also nodded to those in the study, but found himself ignored, so he had to say hello to the director of Kalf.

"Sign your name here, Sir Fox. Please open the door, time is running out and we need to get back to the town hall for backup. ”

Sir Fox had to smile and go forward, except that when he picked up the pen and was about to sign it, he felt like he was shooting four dastardly and contemptuous eyes in the back, and suddenly felt that the pen in his hand was almost impossible to write his name. He knew perfectly well that the four witnesses in the library knew what was going on with the note, except that they had signed the name and now had to come back to make it real. Or so to speak, they have also become the accomplices of Sir Fox who forced Mr. Morsan to die.

After signing his own name as a witness, the former Patrol Superintendent turned around and sighed at Sir Fox: “If I knew this would happen then, I wouldn't be a witness if I killed him, and I would also persuade my Morsan brothers not to write that note...”

Four of the same signed loan agreements with a big stamp, one to the debtor, one to the creditors and two to the town hall for filing.

Sir Fox took the creditor's agreement and smiled kindly, turning to Claude: "You must be Claude. I'm sorry, I didn't know something so unfortunate was going to happen. I knew it would happen. I would have rushed back from County yesterday to see your father. As a token of my apologies, so, if you'd like to pay me back the house as a mortgage, then the rest of the debt will be written off, would you look at that? ”

Although a new loan agreement had been signed, no one could object to the debtor's willingness to pay its debts in advance. This is voluntary, not coercive and not illegal.

Claude's uncomfortable eyes, as if looking at a dead fish, finally changed, revealing ridicule and contempt. He cracked his mouth and revealed a bite of white teeth: “I assure you, Dear Sir Fox, this big red brick house will remain the property of the Fields family for the rest of your life...”