Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter IX two roads

Mrs. Field, who has already taken Xiao Blovik back to busy feeding him milk, also expressed his dissatisfaction with Albert: "Abel, you are our eldest son, brother and sister brother, but in fact you never I have not fulfilled the responsibility of being a big brother and become their role model. Just like you never want to hold a small cloth, Little Booker does not like you. Even when you approach, he will cry...

Claude has changed a lot since he recovered. I often see him hiding in a corner and reading quietly. His grades in school have also improved. Last time I met Wickham in the middle of the street. He just praised Claude for a good meal. Now Claude has a lot of sensibility. At home, he will help me with housework, and will take care of my younger siblings. Anna and Buick like him, and often entangled him to tell stories.

And you have always looked at him with old eyes, hate him, he is your brother, not your enemy. Abel, you are now an adult, with formal work, but this does not mean that you have the power to reprimand your younger siblings at home. And you still regard your home as a hotel. Besides returning to dinner and sleeping, I can't see your shadow. I am especially overwhelmed. You also let Anna wash your underwear and socks. She is only twelve years old...

As a mother, I don't want to know where your monthly salary is spent, and I won't ask you to subsidize my family, but can you at least spend a little money to hire a laundry maid? Anna is weak, you are her big brother, so she won't refuse your request, but if this makes Claude know, I believe you will not feel good..."

"Okay, don't say this." Mr. Morssan interrupted his wife's complaint and turned his attention to his eldest son: "Abel, I think you should hire a long-term laundry maid to solve your own life. Trouble, understand what I mean?"

Albert nodded stiffly: "I know."

Mr. Morssan took out his beloved black mulberry ivory mouth pipe from his pocket, took out the tobacco bag, picked some tobacco into the cigarette, and then lit it with a match. After taking a deep breath, he was very comfortable. Back to the back of the chair, he decided to talk seriously with his eldest son:

"Abel, the way I give you the choice is to become a government civilian official. You can enjoy the convenience of my father as a national before the age of 18, but now you are twenty years old, legally speaking You are already an adult, and my national identity is no longer useful to you. You are now an administrative clerk of civilian status. To change your identity, you must rely on your own efforts and unremitting persistence.

I recommend you to Sir Fox because I don't want you to spend more than a decade in the position of an administrative clerk to become a national like my father. Sir Fox can reduce this process by half, but only if you can get his trust and support. I can't help you much in this respect. All depends on your own ability. I pointed out that you are in the right direction. If you can get to the goal, you have to rely on your own feet..."

Mr. Morssan took another breath and slowly spit it out, letting the smoke linger on his face: "Claude is different from you. He is a physical student, healthy and responsive. He is sixteen this year. I will graduate only at the end of next year, and I will have two years to regain civilian status at the age of eighteen. My mother and I have decided to wait for him to graduate from next year and send him to the mainland of Nubsia. Viscount Jerry Hausen. The Tilsim area there is the governor. He is the nominal godfather of Claude. Therefore, Claude will join him in the army to get his support.

Abel, you don't have to worry about Claude going to belong to your family property. Enlisting in the army is a road of glory, but this road is full of danger, and there will always be a possibility of losing life in the war. I am like you, there is no adventurous spirit in the bones, and there is no courage to face the gunfire on the battlefield, so we have chosen the road of civil servants.

However, the road to enlisting in the army is full of opportunities. If you can make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, you will soon become a national, and you may even get a word. Compared to the way of our civil servants, the promotion of this road is too fast. Perhaps our Field family needs Crowder to help in the future, as long as he is lucky.

This is why I sent him to the Viscount of Cruise. The Tilsim area is a new occupation. There is a constant rebellion in the war, but the casualties are not heavy. Claude should not encounter too much danger. In the past two years, the situation in the border areas of our kingdom has become more and more tense. The Nasri Kingdom once again organized the anti-Olympic alliance. Almost all kingdoms and principalities in the eastern part of the mainland have joined the alliance. I suspect that it will be possible in another year or two. The regional war will erupt again, and it is also to send Claude to the mainland of Nubiansia to avoid participating in this war..."

Mr. Morssan took off the pipe and sighed. From the unspoken rule of the kingdom, the physical education students in each country are actually the reserve personnel of the army, and the "Four Rights and Interests Act" stipulates that Regardless of whether these students' families are national or not, these students will automatically become civilians when they are 18 to adulthood. The national identity of their fathers will no longer play a role for them. They must go to the military to serve and earn their national identity.

There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and Crowd rushed downstairs with a leather backpack.

"Father, mother, I am gone." I still ignored Albert, sitting at the table, and twisted the face of Little Blovick's baby fat, and Claude rushed out of the house.

Little Blovik was screwed up with a face and a mouth to cry. Mrs. Field quickly stuffed the omelet in the spoon, and Little Blovik tasted it wrong, and hurriedly sipped out. For a moment, I forgot my brother screwed him up.

"Little baby, I ate the eggs and ate the eggs before they grew fast." Mrs. Field began to marry him.

"I don't want to eat eggs, I don't want to eat..." Little Blovik shook his head like a rattle.

"Eggs are salted, how sweet?" Mrs. Field was stupid.

"Forget it, you will give him honey. After you finish eating, remember to let him brush his teeth again." Mr. Morssan stood up: "I have finished eating, I should go to the town office."

"Right, Pani." Mr. Morssan took the hat from the coat rack and turned to call his wife's nickname: "I have already greeted Raul of the health center yesterday. He will send someone to clean the septic tank in the morning. At that time, it is enough for you to clean up the three Sunars for the workers. Also, I have to entertain some people at night, and someone will send them over noon. You can only accept the bills. Although the banquet is arranged. At home, but you only need to arrange it. I talked to Piedt in the pub. In the afternoon, he will bring people to cook. You don't need to be busy."

Mrs. Field nodded. "Okay, I know, you can rest assured."

Mr. Morssan came to Mrs. Field and leaned over to kiss her and Little Blovik, and said to Albert: "You have to be there at the evening party, Abel, although you are the one you know. But today, you have to show modesty and prudence in this scene, in order to increase the goodwill of others, understand."

Claude had just rushed out of the house and saw two teenagers who were also wearing the school uniforms in the middle of the street standing beside the street shop and waving to him.

"You are here, Boa?" Claude rushed across the street and reached them.

The taller Verikoro Fonseca is the second son of the hunter Kubrick. His father is a veteran. He has participated in two wars of the kingdom, and his luck is unscathed, but he has not set anything on the battlefield. Merit. After fifteen years of service, he won the national identity and chose to retire. He returned to his hometown and married his wife. In the second year, he had a daughter. Two years later, his wife gave birth to the son of Verricko.

Next to Eli Watson Otto, although he is a little short, but very strong, his father is the captain, there is a long-distance fishing boat called "Shark of the Red Sea" at home, and sometimes this fishing boat of his family also works part-time. The cargo ship is also a famous figure in Bailu Town.

"Boa may have to come later, are you going to get the money?" asked Aliy Watson.

Boa is a nickname, just like Eriksson called Aike, and Verizro called Vero. He is the son of Lubi Weir Podman, the famous businessman in Bailu Town, whose full name is Bok Al-Bodman. The three of them and Claude are classmates and friends of Bailu Town National High School.

The cause of the serious illness of the former owner of the physical body is related to the three of them. It was last winter, and the four of them decided to go fishing in the frozen White Deer Lake, and Claude accidentally fell into the ice. Fortunately, the rescue of these three guys brought him out of the lake and sent it home. The result was that Claude had a high fever and was seriously ill, and then he was taken over by the passers-by. For this reason, now they are not afraid to go to Claude's house to call the door, for fear of seeing his parents.

"Well, I got it, my father gave a silver Tale, what about you?" Claude said.

"Well, I got it too. My dad listened to me and threw me a silver tale." Eriksson answered very proudly.

"What about you? Vero?"

"My sister said that there is no money at home, I gave me two antelope furs, let me get the grocery store to sell, and she doesn't care how much she sells." Verricko's screaming reply, obviously acting like his sister. Very dissatisfied.

Crowder discovered that there was a parcel at the foot of Verricko, which was probably the two antelope furs that his sister had brought over.

"Nothing, Vero." Claude comforted: "No matter how much the two antelopes are worth, there are three of us, you don't have to worry about the equestrian training fee. According to our original plan, two people Packing a training horse, in fact, we are half more."

A person who packs a horse for training needs a silver tale. So the four people decided to pack two horses, which saved both the cost and the vacant training horse. After all, no one can stick to it all day. In addition, they can make other plans for the extra money.

"Hey, I am coming." Bocker, who was a little fat, ran over. He greeted and turned to the stall selling mutton baked bread next to the street: "Give me a baking pancake, I want that..."

"Cut into four pieces." Eriksson quickly picked up a sentence.

Crowder walked to the side of Bokal, and rubbed his little fat belly with his hand: "I didn't eat it in the morning? I think you should lose weight. It doesn't matter if you are hungry."

"What," Bocker opened Claude's paw: "It's late in the morning, and I drank a cup of black tea. This way I ran to my stomach and starved to death."

"Two Sunar, thank you." The stall owner handed over the mutton baked bread that had been cut into four pieces.

So everyone took a piece of each other unceremoniously, and only Bokeal muttered while paying the money: "You are too much, grab my breakfast."

Eriksson licked the mutton and baked the tartar: "I think Claude is right, you should lose weight, and eating less is good for your body."