Law of the Devil
Chapter 3 [Wen Fang, Wu Fang] (top)
Chapter 2 [Wen Fang, Wu Fang] (top)
Day of Triumph.
Contrary to the boiling atmosphere in the alleys of Teturi Avenue, the county hall is silent.
No big banquets, no celebration ceremonies, not even a simple wine party.
Leaving the pier, even a thousand soldiers drawn from the Expeditionary Fleet were queued into the city to greet the public inspection ceremony, leaving only their deputies sitting in the town, and the Count refused some visitors after rushing back to the house. The external pretext is: Lord Earl of Jongma for several years, it takes a little private time to comfort the lonely heart of his wife.
Despite the disappointment of those who had painstakingly prepared to kiss the new heroic ass of the Empire, this crowning excuse was immediately supported by all.
At this moment, in the Count's mansion, the Imperial Navy's triumphant hero is facing his own son.
His eyes were deep, melancholy and complex.
Had it not been for my heart to firmly believe in the conduct of my wife... Count Raymond's first glance at the child in front of him, the first reaction would have been: Is this really his own seed?
Because the child's appearance is very different from his own!
The men of the Rollins have always been famous for their mighty male figure! For the standard image of the Rollins man, it should be a tall, big, wide chest, strong arms, square face, straight nose, a pair of heroic men!
At least Lord Count Raymond himself is. He was of great stature and appearance in the imperial aristocratic circle, a great man famous in the imperial aristocratic circle when he was young.
But this little dot in front of me...
Although he was only three years old, he was also a little too white and thin for the Rollins, who had always been famous for producing men... well... I heard the child was seriously ill a month ago, maybe that's why he was a little weak.
And the future Count heir, Dewey # 8226, as young as three years old; Rollin looked at his father indifferently. He did not cry as loudly and forcefully as a child of his age, which was very unsatisfactory to the Count. Traditionally, the louder the cry, the stronger the child!
The child in front of him was a little too quiet. He sat on the bed with his hands on his knees and looked up at himself, as if he was curious, as if he was staring at him.
Lord Count thinks he must be mistaken.
How can a three-year-old have such complex emotions?!
While Lord Count was depressed, Dewey # 8226; Rollin's mood was undoubtedly more complex than his.
The beautiful mature Countess, with her Mercy Mother's heart and those moves a month ago, has succeeded in softening Dewey's heart.
But this suddenly jumped out of the "father”...
Where did he come from!
“He... can't really talk yet?” The Count's expression is very serious, he looked at the wife around him, he just saw the tears in the wife's eyes, he couldn't help but think of himself going out to sea, walking for three years, left the wife of the family cold, even when a woman was about to give birth and most in need of her husband's comfort, he was not able to be with her, and the only son became like this, we can't blame this poor woman, the tone of voice has to be softened a little: “Well, darling, the child can't speak, we invite the most learned teacher of the Empire to teach, always will ask. It's just that his body is too weak. Our Rollins have always stood in the empire with martial arts. My son will naturally inherit my path and become an empire general in the future. It's not that weak... Well, he's three years old, and I think it's time to consider finding him an enlightenment teacher. The weak body will naturally grow stronger over the years... What do you think of Alpha? He's my most loyal guard, highly skilled, loyal to my family, and I think starting next month, Alpha can start teaching Dewey some basic workouts. ”
The Countess had to shed tears in her beautiful eyes when she heard that her fateful son was so young: “But... he was so young. ”
“Just because his body is too weak, he needs to exercise his body early! Otherwise, how to inherit our Rollin family's martial arts!” The Count of Jomá has been resolute on this point for many years, and he made his decision as soon as he waved.
The next day, after seeing His Majesty the Emperor in the palace and accepting the third Imperial First Class English Martial Arts Medal awarded by His Majesty the Emperor himself in public at the celebration ceremony, His Majesty the Emperor announced publicly the promotion of Count Raymond, who stood at the helm of the Empire, as Vice-President of the Imperial Command, who was already the second figure of the Imperial Martial Minister.
After talking to His Majesty the Emperor in a separate room for a while, Count Raymond offered to remove the title of First Class General of his Imperial Navy, surrendered his military powers, and then came out of the palace. He again refused the congratulations of his colleagues and countless banquet invitations, and even said no to the invitation of the Archbishops of the Temple of the Goddess of Light before rushing back to his home.
The son of Count Raymond of the Rollins is an idiot.
Watching the Earl, even at the ceremony of the award, the slightest melancholy in his face, had to give him a little sympathy from a number of colleagues friendly with the Rollins. Of course, it was inevitable that some political enemies would gloat in secret.
At home, the Count again faced his son, except that this meeting did not have a beautiful Countess beside him, who stood with Alpha, the chief guard loyal to him for nearly two decades, an Imperial First Class Swordsman, with a "Flaming Sword”, recognized as one of the top swordsman masters of the Empire.
I don't know why, Count Raymond always felt a little reluctant about his son, who felt that the way he looked at himself in the child's eyes was not just plain and hidden, seemingly with a slight resistance. But he also thought, I'm afraid, "What does a three-year-old know?" And he was on an expedition, and the child had not held him once since birth, and it was natural for him to be stranger to himself.
The chief guard first knelt down in front of Dewey's bed with a standard courtesy of his family inner minister, then held Dewey up with both hands, undressed his entire body, and squeezed Dewey from head to toe with one hand. In the process, Dewey struggled, and he didn't seem comfortable being touched like this by a man, but the power of the Imperial First Class Swordsman wasn't something he could resist.
“Huh…” Alpha's expression was serious, he sighed, let go of the Count's successor, then bowed his head to salute the Count before standing up and sighed: “Lord Count, I...”
“Alpha, you are the most trusted person around me, don't worry too much, say anything.” The Count sighed.
“Young Master Dewey's body is weak, and he seems to be a little... congenitally weak, his skeleton is thin, his heartbeat is noisy, and his body is a little worse than ordinary people. If you want to learn martial arts in the future, I'm afraid…" Alpha bit his teeth: “I'm afraid it won't be much success. ”
“What do you think? ”
“I don't think martial arts is a good option for the Young Master, let's see if he has any talents in other areas. ”
The Alpha Guard Commander concluded that the Count's face had sunk.