Son of the Olden Days

At the end of summer, Lorton and Waller came to say goodbye.

The two of them already have a deep friendship, and this time they will jointly move the family's business to the foothills of Bat Mountain. Lorton’s engagement partner, the bakery owner’s daughter’s home is also over there, and Lorton will also have a wedding there next spring.

Sol and Shuggs were invited to participate in the last dinner, still four people, and drank some wine. In addition to a sigh, there is not much to say, after all, everyone has their own life.

On the way home, Shuggs flaunted Saul and said that he had begun an adventurous life, and would join the adventurer team into the dark wilderness from time to time.

Today's Shuggs is already an official thief, but occasionally when he talks about the Thieves Guild, his tone is getting weaker and weaker, and he always talks about it in a few words.

Perhaps as he grows older, Shuggs has gradually realized that if he wants to seek greater development on the road of thieves, he must go to a bigger city before the thieves' guild over there is rushing.

After all, the rural area of ​​Gray Screen Town is still too restrictive, far from talking about the pattern.

But at present, Shuggs is still honing his thieves skills conscientiously, even if he is already familiar with the stage where he must break the bottleneck, it is better than nothing.

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In the light rain, a carriage turned into the mansion of the lord's mansion.

Feith Jaglinton, who had been away from home for many days, jumped from the carriage and looked at the brightly lit lord's mansion with an energetic expression on his face.

The servants were busy one after another, and soon a family dinner kicked off.

Lord Savien Aglinton was sitting on the main seat of the long dining table, with his three wives and children sitting on his side in turn. Faith chose the middle of the last seat alone, facing away from his father.

Savien was less than fifty years old, and his face was slightly wrinkled. The dark brown shawl had a small braid in the back of his head, and the beards on the lips and under the chin were neatly combed.

This was supposed to be a template for an elderly gentleman, but it looked a bit unbearable with the puffy eye bags and loose flesh on Savigne's face. Perhaps he used to be handsome and handsome when he was young, but it is a pity that he has been eroded by years of extravagant life.

Slightly turbid eyes glanced over the people on the dining table.

"Where's Kletty?" Savien's voice sounded.

"This kind of family dinner, how can there be a place for that little bitch..." a certain lady next to her whispered.

"People ask her to come, this is a matter for the whole family." Savien's voice was low, Yu Wei was still there, and the room was quiet.

Soon, Cleetti, wearing a veil, came to the table and chose a back position on the side, neither close to Faith at the end nor close to the people in front. There are many seats anyway, and the lord’s family banquet has never been full.

"Everyone is here, let's talk." Savien took up the thick soup in front of him to moisten his mouth, and glanced over the second son Faith across the table.

"Today I am here to say goodbye to my father and mother, as well as all my brothers and sisters. I was lucky enough to pass the second trial of the Magic Guild and obtained the qualification to become a fire magician."

"In the coming days, I will leave this territory and go to the mainland to seek more in-depth study and development."

Feith's voice fell, and there was a wave of waves on the dining table.

The ownership of the lord's inheritance rights was only determined two years ago, and Feith's departure means that he will give up the inheritance rights.

Savien was on the side, and Feith's biological mother, Deya, stared angrily at her son, who was increasingly incomprehensible. She originally thought there were still good days to live in the next few years, but Faith's concession, it is hard to say what will happen in the future.

Although she has a young son besides Fiss, she can also participate in the new round of inheritance competition, but why should she let out the rights that she has already obtained?

Aubrey, the eldest son of the Aglinton family and Firth's half-brother, was staring at his younger brother Firth's face. It seemed that he wanted to see from the opponent's face whether it was a trick of retreat, just to seek more benefits.

If what Faith said was true... Aubrey felt that his originally gray and withered heart seemed to suddenly recover, beating at a crazier rate than ever.

All this should be his own right, wealth, and status. After the old guy returns to heaven, he will have to own all his wives and daughters. Thinking of the beautiful face under Cletti's veil, Aubrey's heart was so hot as if she was about to burn her chest, and she would only be an exquisite plaything.

That was something that even his father could not do. After all, the old guy still cared about being so decent at the end, it seemed that he had to do it himself after all. By the way, before acting recklessly, I have to send the other two **** brothers to accompany our ancestors.

A distorted smile crossed Aubrey's face, and soon disappeared again.

Faith's gaze swept across the people at the table quietly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was fleeting.

There is not much fluctuation on the faces of sisters and sisters, after all, power games have never had much to do with them. Except for the restless brother, the remaining two younger brothers have a very peaceful expression on my face, but their eyes keep turning while lowering their heads.

Being able to let this rotten chessboard out, Faith instantly felt a lot easier.

"There are some things that you can't let you want." Savien suppressed the extreme anger in his eyes, his voice tepid. Easily surrendering the right of inheritance is itself a blasphemy against the glory of the lord.

"I am not here. I have made a decision. I hope to get the support and understanding of my father. I also firmly believe that any one of my brothers and younger brothers can lead the family to new heights."

Don't you give them a chance? Faith stared at the old Patriarch in the distance with a meaningful gaze. On the one hand, he expressed his determination, and on the other hand, he directed the topic to the brothers who were ready to move.

There is no need to throw a vocal and strong attitude against the family, after all, the strength of the old guy's third-order is here, and Faith does not want to suffer an old punch before leaving.

Savien silently glanced at the expressions of his sons. He knew Faith's firm character, which was once part of his appreciation. There is no point in forcing Fess to bind, and it can't stop it, not to mention when the inheritance right becomes so worthless.

Fortunately, take the power back and put it in your hands for a few more years, and wait and see again. Anyway, you haven't reached the point where you can't lift the sword.

Kretie has been listening quietly at the table, perhaps not listening, after all, these family matters have never had anything to do with her. There won’t be before, and it won’t in the future.

It wasn't until the banquet ended unhappily and everyone left with their own minds that Kletty silently returned to her room.

This is a simple and clean room, unlike my cheap sisters, there are many purple and pink luxurious curtains, and there are no expensive artworks, and there are almost no decent decorations.

After checking the pre-warning spells that had been set up to prevent intruders, he placed a few mid-level powerful magic scrolls within reach, and Cletty sat on the bed and hugged her knees and suddenly had nothing to do.

Perceiving her subconsciously holding her leg posture, Cletti frowned.

He became more and more like that guy Thor.

With the patter of rain outside the window, Kletty always has an inexplicable fear of rain.

Mother left on a rainy night with lightning and thunder, and she has been alone ever since.

She firmly believes that she is the loneliest person in the world, and will remain so lonely until she meets another guy who is lonely than she is in the monastery.

To say that it is a meeting is also considered an inevitable accident.

After all, that is a guy who can be silent to the point of nonexistence, and low-key to the extreme is sometimes a kind of publicity in itself.

He hasn't spoken for many years, and seems to be very good at disappearing. If you don't pay attention, you won't find him.

More than once, Kretie hid behind an old pillar, watching him be fisted by orphans because of his unpleasant character. But he never cried, seldom resisted, and most of the time just silently endured the malice of the world.

Kretie watched him get knocked down again and again, silently got up again and again, silently raised his arm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, silently walked to the well to wash the scars and stains on his body, and then curled up his leg back to the corner of the wall, becoming Part of the dark.

Every time she looked at his back towards the well, she always felt that she was looking at a wolf.

Kretie knew that if a wolf was injured, it would jump into the swamp under the cliff. After the herbs on the cliff fall into the swamp, soak and rot, it will have a certain healing effect. The smart wolf will soak in it, lick the wound quietly, and heal the wound silently.

Every time she saw him holding his leg back into the corner of the wall, she knew that he was back in his swamp again, quiet and at ease.

She suddenly wanted to approach him and told him that I was actually the same as you.

She had imagined countless times what it would be like when she met him unexpectedly in the small underground library of the monastery. It's a pity that Probability made a joke with them and always missed it.

Then one day he suddenly received a threatening note from him in the library. She was so excited that she could not fall asleep all night, and she felt closer to him.

Every time she receives a little bit of news about him and sees his little progress, she will be happy, as if she has been favored by fate.

Not long ago, she suddenly saw him at the banquet of her mean sister. She felt that her world was suddenly blew up with a warm storm, and the two lonely souls finally came to overlap.

Holding tight time, she sorted out the plan over and over again how to trick him into the garden to meet herself. She chose her most beautiful dress, ran across the garden and climbed to the tree as if by chance, knitting nervously. Something to say.

She felt that her lifeless life had never been so young.

Hearing him in the tree talk about his miserable life experience, that clumsy but warm way of comfort, like the disappearing sunlight, almost made her faint with happiness.

It's a pity that his appearance was still too abrupt and hasty, and he didn't say too much what he wanted to say, and he didn't even have time to say it, which caused his instinctive rebound and alert.

Not only outside of my expectations, but also within expectations.

She was extremely annoyed by the imperfection of the first encounter, but at least he and she had a beginning.

In the summer, after arriving at the monastery, she anxiously looked for him, and then nervously peered and followed.

She didn't realize that he had grown up until she saw a girl next to him.

She was very happy that someone could warm him.

As for the piercing pain in my heart, forget it, I still don't show it to him. It's nothing more than digging a hole in my heart and burying it again. I have been used to it for so many years.

Many times, you often cannot imagine how important a person is to you until one day you see him with others.

She originally thought he would wait for herself in the monastery silently, but now it seems that he might have a stable and beautiful life next, happy in a place she can't see.

That way...maybe it's good too.

Will you come again? Take my hand and lead me out of this desperate place?

Kletty buried her face in her arms, and there was a soft sob in the darkness.

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