Law of the Devil

(second today)

Chapter 118 [Father and Son] (above)

Nor did Dewey understand why the Alpha Guardian suddenly whispered to himself as if he had been kind to himself. The chief guard in memory is an apathetic guy, who is not fake color to anyone but the Count.

Walking to the doorway of the study, Alpha stopped and took a deep look at Dewey, revealing a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, then turned away.

Taking a deep breath, Dewey pushed open the study door and walked in.

Count's house in Diduri is much smaller than the Rollins' castle. The same is true of the study, which is far less well hidden than the scary one in Rollin Castle.

In fact, this library has always been used by Count Raymond as an important conference room. Count Raymond was born of a warlord, not a literary scholar, and naturally would not make the Book Mountain like those old scholars.

In his study, only two rows of bookshelves were filled with the necessary literature, a large desk full of documents from the military commander's office.

This studio seems quiet, there are no posts, but Dewey actually knows that this is almost the most secure place in the Count Hall!

Hundreds of years of haughty doors with naturally different backgrounds. Like that three-step, five-step, whistle-blowing thing, it's called out-of-the-box pie, everything's in the open.

And Count Raymond's study is heavily surrounded by an invisible guard post, but Dewey knows that Count Raymond has some unseen dark power in his hands throughout his life. Some of them are private breeders. And the reason why Alpha is so trusted by the Count is because this covert force is led by Alpha.

No one shall enter the study without the command of the Earl on a weekday. If someone broke into the yard and didn't walk into the yard, they'd know it was amazing! Dewey didn't know that yet, but now he's getting older and he's starting to see the way. The courtyards around this study, the walls, even some of the setting inside the courtyard walls, are obviously a brilliant magic array, as if they were hidden with a hint of magic fluctuations. If an outsider breaks in, the magic array can give an immediate warning, and there are also perennially placed dark posts surrounded by the hidden force in Count Raymond's hands.

For example, today, without Alpha, Dewey couldn't walk in alone!

“There must be some magic item on Alpha, so it won't trigger a Magic Array reaction.” Dewey speculated.

Leaving these thoughts behind, Dewey walked into the study and saw his father, the contemporary head of the Rollin family, Count Raymond, sitting behind the desk, holding a goose pencil in his hand, with a slight chill on his dignified face, frowned and looked carefully at a document in front of him that did not know what was going on.

Dewey walked in quietly and stood in front of her and didn't speak. She just stood with her hands down and looked honest.

It was not long before Count Raymond seemed to have returned to his senses, wrote a few random pens on the document, put down the goose fur pen, looked up, looked calmly at Dewey, his eyes were calm, he did not like anger, as if he had no emotional fluctuations about Dewey's return. Dewey looked up and looked at her father calmly.

A moment later, Count Raymond slowly said, "Well, you're back. ”

Dewey took a deep breath: "Yes, I'm back… Father sir. ”

Count Raymond's eyebrows picked slightly, his calm eyes flashed a slight fluctuation, opened his mouth slightly, then slowly formed a slight smile, as if with a slight mockery: "Oh... you called my father my lord... hey! For over a decade, if I remember correctly, this is the first time you've called me 'Father’? ”

Even though Dewey was already fully prepared in her mind, she couldn't help but flash a hint of acidity in her heart.

Measuring his father quietly, he could not help but create a slight emotion in his heart.

He… seems quite old.

Count Raymond is 49 years old, much older than the Alpha Guard, but much older than Alpha! You know, Count Raymond, as the head of the Rollin family, from the Wuhun family, is absolutely nothing short of martial arts! He's also a strong man in the Imperial Army! The Rollins are naturally unusual.

But Count Raymond is still old. Old and even a little tired.

Back then, when the great case returned from the triumph at sea, a sharp general, now under fifty years old, had many wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. Although the power between expectations was still undiminished, the old man could not be concealed.

Even sitting there, your body doesn't seem as straight as it used to be, but rather a little tired leaning against the chair.

Seems to sense his son wandering, Count Raymond coughed softly and pulled Dewey's wandering mind back.

The Count slowly stood up from his chair, wearing a pure white gown, a habit he had once cultivated in the army, simple and comfortable. General Kung Sen of the Empire preferred such clean and simple clothing to other nobles.

He slowly bypassed the table and walked to Dewey's face, standing right in front of Dewey, quietly looking down at Dewey.

Dewey was a little confused about what his father was going to do.

Covered for a long time by this majestic gaze, Dewey carefully converged his whole body with sharpness and sharpness, standing honestly with his hands down, without even raising his head to touch his father's eyes.

“You... have grown a little.” Suddenly, the Count sighed softly and his majestic voice softened: “Last year, when you left home, your head was only on my chest, and now it's on my shoulder! ”

Dewey listened to this and couldn't help but tremble slightly... he and I stood so close just to see my head?

The status of General and Patriarch has been completely removed at this moment - this is purely a "typical” father's move!

But just a touch of emotion appeared in Dewey's heart. Immediately, another thought sprang up, his eyes seemed to flash a few things...

That came out of the military... a crossbow!

Military!

Taking a deep breath, Dewey looked up and “revealed" a rushed smile on her face: “Yes Father... I'm just too weak to look like you have any authority... I'm afraid in two years my brother will grow taller than me. ”

Looking at the “smile” on his son's face, Count Raymond flashed a little haze in his eyes, he sighed, reached out his hand, seemed to want to hug Dewey, but his hand was in the air, hesitated for a moment, but turned into a clapping motion, gently patted on Dewey's shoulder twice, his hand shrunk back.

Then Count Raymond grinned twice: “Forget it, I don't blame you. You must still hate me in your heart. ”

Dewey didn't talk, just stood still.

Count Raymond shook his head, sighed, slowly walked back to the desk, sat down and pointed to a chair in the study: "Sit down, too. Starting today, you went back to Didu, and every move you made represented the Rollins... I... I was wrong. ”

Frankly mistaken?

Dewey frowned in secret, not knowing what his father was going to say.

Count Raymond looked at Dewey's expression, snorted, and then suddenly turned to remove a fine crystal bottle from the cabinet under his desk and gently unscrew the cap.

This is obviously superior wine.

Count Raymond smiled on his face: "Well, whatever you used to think of my father, now I just want to talk to you. Because from today onwards, you enter the first step of Emperor... everything in the future is inevitable! Do you understand? ”

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Two sophisticated crystal glasses are filled with red liquid. Count Dewey and Count Raymond pinched a glass each. The study was a little dull, and both of them seemed to be immersed in an atmosphere of wine tasting, without speaking first.

After a long time, Count Raymond's eyes flashed with surprise. He smiled slowly and said: “I really didn't expect that I had a good son! Good boy! I've really lost sight of it all these years... not to mention, your patience and obedience have surprised me. ”

“Ever since I drove you out of the Emperor back to the Rollin Plains, I've actually had news of your every move there.” Count Raymond spoke slowly. Not surprisingly, Dewey, as the chief of the family, would be surprised if he knew nothing about all his actions in the Rollin Plains.

“It's only been a year, you've got something that surprises me. My son... Hmm, what kind of soccer ball can you turn a small game into a money-making machine, get out of those businesses, and that hot balloon... I know, the last time your mother had her birthday, what kind of 'Forgiveness of the Dawn Goddess' was that thing called... Gift Flowers, huh? Very nice and amazing. The Rollin Plains are our family's enclosure, and although families now have alternative sources of income, the Rollin Plains bring hundreds of thousands of gold dollars in taxes to families each year. You made your own money in a year without taking a gold coin from your family... oh, let me see... there are over 140,000 gold coins? ”

Call for a monthly ticket!

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