The King

  In the early morning, the soft sunlight entered the ancient castle, passed through the window, and fell on the bed.

   Rubbing his tired eyes, Hudson stretched a lot.

   Yes, he decided to go for a walk. After staying in the hospital bed for two days, Hudson was almost moldy.

  Without mobile phones, computers, and any entertainment activities, living in bed is simply hell-like torture.

  If it wasn't for worrying about being a devil and being sent to the grill as a devil, he wouldn't bother to pretend to be sick.

  In the past two days, important people in the castle have all visited the sick. With his super memory, Hudson can guarantee that he will not admit the wrong person.

   This is enough. In this world of aristocrats with strict hierarchy, as long as the relationship with the upper class is properly handled.

   A large glass of animal milk, a piece of bread, a fruit similar to a tomato, some sauces, butter, and a piece of barbecue, is Hudson's breakfast.

   There is no doubt that this kind of luxurious treatment is obviously not something that an ordinary son of a baron can enjoy every day.

   It is estimated that the words of Pastor Quinn have played a role. If the energy is exhausted, nature must make up for it.

  Just stepped out of the door, and within a few steps, he bumped into the baroness who was walking towards him. It was obvious that someone had tipped off the news.

  There is no need to delve into this kind of thing. As the hostess of the castle, it is too easy to buy a few confidantes.

   "Hudson, you're fine, it's great! The great Lord of Dawn bless you, you know, I've been so worried these days..."

   Hudson believed half of what the Baroness said. In the past few days, she was indeed very worried, but she was not worried about the body of the original owner, but worried about her own son hanging on the pillar.

  Although he has been in a hospital bed for the past two days, Hudson is not ignorant of what happened in the castle.

   I learned from the maid that on the day of the incident, Baron Redman, who was furious, caught Lesur and beat him up. Even the baroness who went to persuade her was whipped.

  Maybe he felt puzzled, or maybe he ordered people to tie Lesur to the pillar in order to give an explanation to all parties.

  If he hadn't occupied the magpie's nest and replaced Hudson, it is estimated that Lesul's wave will follow suit.

   "Switching life essence". At a young age, it's just a prank; at an older age, it's murdering my brother.

  Awakened life seeds are full of dangers. In ancient times, there was no one out of ten. It wasn't until the greatest alchemist in the continent of Aslant, Kempey, invented the life essence, that the situation changed.

   Not only the success rate has been increased to half, even if the awakening fails, one life can be recovered, unlike the ancient times, it is either success or death.

   It was the birth of the life essence, which greatly increased the success rate of awakening life seeds, and the knights blessed by the gods gradually became the mainstream of the mainland.

  Of course, whether it is really "blessed by the gods" needs further research, anyway, it is recorded in history books.

  But the knight who awakened the seed of life did gain benefits. It not only improves the physical fitness, but also greatly increases the affinity with beasts.

   Almost all knights have their own mounts. When fighting alone, perhaps this advantage is not too obvious. When the system appears on the battlefield, it is a crushing scene.

  The children of the nobles are all precocious, and Lesur is almost fifteen years old. It is impossible not to know the danger of awakening without the aid of life essence. A prank will definitely not explain it.

   "Dear Mrs. Taci, people must be responsible for their actions. If you do something wrong, you must pay the price. This is the rule that a nobleman should abide by."

   Hudson mocked unceremoniously.

  Frankly speaking, he didn't want to be tough with the baroness at this time. But there is no way, the relationship between the original owner and the baroness has always been very bad.

   Now that this kind of thing has happened, if you still maintain a pleasant face, it will be difficult not to attract attention.

   "Hudson, don't say that. Raisul is your brother, he's just a kid..."

   Before the baroness finished speaking, Hudson interrupted pretending to be angry: "Yes, he is still a child.

   But this does not affect compliance with the rules of the game, unless Madam thinks that Raisul is not a nobleman! "

   mockery, naked mockery. The birth has always been the baroness's biggest pain, preventing her from integrating into the aristocratic circle.

  Usually, whoever dares to talk about this, she has to turn her face on the spot. It's just not right now, the baby son is still hanging on the pillar, so she can't get strong.

  Looking at the baroness who was too angry to speak, Hudson secretly sighed. The implication was so obvious that even the implication was not heard. This play was a waste of time.

   Sure enough, this high-end gameplay is not suitable for everyone.

   But thinking about it is right, if the Baroness was really that powerful, this kind of thing would not happen, and most of the brothers would not be able to grow up smoothly.

  Perhaps this is also the reason why she was able to become a baroness. She is obviously too smart to be a stepmother.

   After a pause, Hudson said helplessly: "Okay, ma'am. For your sake, I can let Lesur go, but it needs compensation."

  The sudden turning point made the baroness unable to keep up with the rhythm for a while. Perhaps because of her innate talent, when she heard the word "compensation", her expression was visibly shocked.

"what do you want?"

   As soon as the words were spoken, the baroness realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. I am at a disadvantage right now, so rushing to deliver it to my door is obviously not in line with the principles of doing business.

   Hudson frowned, talking directly about the price was too vulgar, and it didn't match his aristocratic demeanor at all. Just thinking about his shriveled pocket made him lose his confidence.

   "500 gold coins!"

   It's not that he doesn't want anything else, the main reason is that the real owner of the castle is still his father. Apart from some money in the hands of the baroness, she can't be the master at all.

   "Why don't you grab it?"

   blurted out almost instinctively, obviously this number that Hudson thought was reasonable far exceeded the Baroness's expectations.

   "Ma'am, please respect yourself!"

   "According to the common practice in continental wars, the ransom for a noble knight is 500 gold coins. My asking price is completely in line with the rules, please follow the rules, madam."

   Hudson said blankly.

   Once the rules are involved in anything, it becomes serious. Matching the value of the prisoner of war ransom, although some nonsense, but it is not entirely aimless.

  Although the baroness knew that Lysoul would not die, as long as Hudson did not let go, the matter would not be over.

  If the matter is not settled before the news spreads, and other members of the Koslow family intervene, the matter will not be so simple.