Chapter 84: Father and son

In this era of backward communications, it sometimes takes days or even ten days for a message to reach Francis' ears, and he does not dare to use all the resources to search with great fanfare, so the end result ... until now, he has not Be able to confirm who your goals are.
The lack of discovery some time ago made him almost lose his mind. Now that he finally finds some clues, he immediately decided to resolve these things as quickly as possible. It is strange that scouts disappear for no reason, plus the doubts before Maybe the scout really hides the guy he's looking for.
I was so comforted in my heart, but my anxiety could not be relieved after all.
He picked up the parchment on the table, which said that there was a surveillance report on Sally. Because there was no way to insert the spies into the "Rose Cross" temple, those guys waiting outside the church day and night were basically I ca n’t get much useful news. I can only inquire about it indirectly, and learn some news such as
I attended the worship in the morning
and
Get the bishop ’s appreciation
.
I also thought about using assassination to kill Sally directly, but the risk of doing so was too great, because once she offended the "Rose Cross", it would be difficult to bear revenge. The madness of religious institutions is far from the "elegance" of the lords laughing and laughing at each other's swords, so Francis's heart, such a preparation plan has always remained at the end ...
I walked out of the room with such annoyance, and Francis sighed and went to the back garden to relax. But when he opened the door, he saw the old steward of the Duke's Mansion passing by the silver tray, and he stopped to give a simple greeting.
The steward Alpha has said that he has served this family for more than fifty years. At the age of sixty-seven, he still looks like a spirited man with a straight waist and meticulous silver hair. Even when he was so old, he was still moving when he walked by the plate.
When I saw Francis, the old butler stopped immediately, then nodded his salute, and smiled slightly on his face, "Master Francis."
I heard such a title for twenty years, but now Francis finds it inexplicably ironic. He nodded, asking the same question: "How is your father's health lately?"
For a long time, almost all Francis and Alpha housekeepers started with this topic. For even father and son, before inheriting the duke's title and territory, everything was still in the hands of his father, and as the executor of the order, the Alpha steward had more power than Francis to some extent.
So he didn't dare to offend the old housekeeper casually, even if the other party always faced himself with respect and respect, this inner vigilance had never been relaxed.
Alpha Housekeeper's gaze was low, his respectful attitude remained, and he whispered: "Master's condition ... is more stable."
This ambiguous statement made Francis sigh. In fact, everyone knows that Duke Angmar's illness has never improved today. How many doctors, clerics, and even druids from the southern forest have no one to treat this kind of disease. Inexplicable illness. Speaking of what he can do now, he can only watch the aging and decadence of Duke Angmar day by day, but there is nothing he can do.
那么 "So ... Today, let me have lunch there, old Alpha."
He wanted to say this a long time ago, but he didn't say anything. Now, because of his upset mood, Francis suddenly wanted to meet his father. When he was young, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would always get an explanation from his father Although he knew that he could only see an old man who was taciturn and unconscious, he suddenly ... somewhat missed the old days.
"Master, master will understand your hard work."
Because they are familiar with each other, it can be said that Francis grew up watching Alpha, so Alpha did not reject the request of the young earl, and obediently gave the silver plate to the duke's eldest son.
Francis took the dinner plate and went to his father's bedroom with his own heart, and behind him, the old butler who always bent down slowly raised his eyes.
Gray eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a little chill on the face that was just full and smiling.
感觉 This feeling is fleeting. In the slightly dim corridor of the Duke's Mansion, the old housekeeper looks like he just stood there for a while. When he turned around and left, he returned to the calmness and calmness of the past ...
Because the state is almost "retreted", today the Duke's Mansion not only has poor guards, but even fewer servants. And now the Duke of Angmar has rarely left his bedroom. Every day except for meals, he has not allowed anyone to enter his room, as if he had completely closed himself.
So Francis hasn't walked in here for a long, long time. When he pushed open the heavy solid wood door, everything in front of him finally made him touch the scene.
Kasama remembered the scene of playing here when he was a kid, and the furnishings in the house have not changed much. The crimson rug is still soft. From the 50 years of the frontier of the Lucifer family, the armchair is now intoxicating in the sun. The candlestick on the desk is slightly mottled, telling that time is here Mark of. The fireplace was always burning in the memory, and the warmth seemed to stay in my heart ever since.
I remember listening to the old duke and duchess telling stories for him when he was a kid. The orange fire made his body always warm.
In the memory of warm tones, sister Sally always sits side by side, listening to herself telling those stories she heard, watching her sister's expression of worship, always proud and proud.
When did all this change start?
After entering the main hall, the extremely quiet environment made his bad mood even more dull, and he glanced at the ornaments that have never changed-precious oil paintings hanging on the wall, body armor and weapon racks by the wall. Gorgeous long sword ... The warm memory just now seems to be shredded by these things that have lost their tone, pulling him back to reality.
When Xun continued to walk forward, through the main hall, to his father's bedroom, Francis' steps seemed a little hesitant.
The bedroom door is open. From here he can see the well-lit balcony on the edge of the bedroom, and the back of the armchair sitting in front of the balcony.
There were many emotions in my heart, including anger, unwillingness, and resentment and sigh. But he also understands that no matter what he wants to do, the person in front of him is his father, which is an undeniable fact.
Over the years, no one can see his father's alienation from himself, and Francis's heart has been panic abnormally, fearing that his father will one day declare that he is no longer eligible to inherit the title.
So he started these plans-contacting the orcs and removing his own sister without leaving a trace ... so that the knight would naturally have no second choice, and he could sit back and relax.
The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mood was at the moment. The frustration of Sally's failure to besieged Francis was severely hit. At this moment, looking at his father facing away, he was even more nervous for no reason.
"Father ... your lunch."
Open the domed lid of the silver tray, which contains the roasted pigeon meat, fruit, bread, butter and hot soup. Such food is extremely luxurious for civilians, but it can only be called "simple" for noble lords.
Francis's words were not answered, and he seemed to expect his father's response. He set the food on the round table by himself, and then came to the Duke of Angmar's armchair. He reached out and gently held his father. Arm.
The old man's body was already so weak that he was as skinny as possible. The skin on his face was loose, pale and covered with age spots. It stands to reason that the 52-year-old Duke of Angmar will not grow old enough. In this way, his appearance now looks really like a 92-year-old old man.
When Francis held his forearm, the old duke's face had not changed at all. If it were not for the slightly fluttering eyelashes and the slow breathing sound, I am afraid that everyone would think it was a sculpture.
The original sea-blue pupils were gray. Duke Angmar was now looking straight at the street view of Hollier City outside the balcony. When Francis Man leaned down and repeated his words in his father's ear, the solidified His eyes finally trembled.
Then, like a rusty machine, Duke Angmar's head turned slowly, as if his eyes could not be turned. He saw Francis' face, and then ... narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I'll help you eat."
He didn't wait for his father's intention to agree, so he stretched out his other hand and grabbed his father's shoulder, and slowly but resolutely made him stand up.
The Duke of Angmar was skinny at this time, and may weigh less than a hundred pounds. Francis wanted to say something, but after discovering that his father was so light, he still sighed slightly and supported his father as gently as possible. Round table.
The old man's walking pace is a bit stingy. It can even be said that this body seems to be completely supported by instinct. When he sits on a chair and looks at the food in front of him, there is still no expression on his face, as if it is just a bunch Just stone.
Francis picked up the knife and fork and began to cut food for his father. He talked about some recent news, including gossip or income from the nobility between the nobles-a few years ago, his father liked him to come and chat with him like this, But now, it's more like Francis talking to himself.
"There are three estates with better returns than in previous years. When I passed by last time, I tasted the wine made by the butler but I am honest. The taste is still OK."
"The marriage partner of Lord Kirk's son has not yet been selected. He does not seem to like the daughter of Viscount Gordon. Of course, I think he does not like the land of Viscount Gordon."
Uh ...
In a sentence, Francis cut the tenderly roasted pigeon meat into small pieces and put them on a plate. He sat in a chair beside his father and said quietly, "It's ready to eat."
This may be the only word the old duke could respond to, his trembling palm gently holding the fork in his hand, and starting to eat mechanically, but only when Francis felt that he should say something, there was no The expression of the Duke of Angmar stopped the movement slightly.
"Sar ... Sally ... Where is ...?"
The voice was so hoarse that Francis stunned for a few seconds before he could reflect on what his father was saying-he suddenly felt something wrong, because his father had never behaved so abnormally, and should always be When you eat, you wo n’t even say a few words.
But now—he even thought of Sally?
"Sister, she has been selected as an alternate priest by the bishop, and she has begun her training in the 'Rose Cross' temple."
Francis is telling the truth, so the expression is natural.
"No ... yes."
公 The Duke of Angmar, with his arms hanging in the air, spoke the word slowly. It seemed to be because of the thought of him, he seemed to be standing still, only the slack eyelids were tugging, but he could see that his eyes were actually shaking slightly-apparently the old man who seemed to be always silent was thinking about the problem.
When Francis swallowed, he felt his heart beat fast, and wanted to say something, but when he saw his father turned his head slightly, the godless look raised up and looked at himself.
I never thought that my father would have such eyes ... In the gray pupils, the blur and struggle first appeared, but when he focused on himself, he showed a little ... disappointment.
"You did ... wrong."
"Too much ... wrong ... something."
The intermittent voice seemed to be weak because of the old man's weak body, but Francis could still hear the anger in it.
My father was angry.
The fact that Francis suddenly became a bit shocked--with the help of the orcs against Sally, such a thing is enough to prove his ruthlessness, but for his father, Francis has never had any idea of ​​"uncle usurping". After all, he is just a boy who has never walked out of the Southwest Territories of the Karen Kingdom. Although he has ambitions, he is only limited to this ...
So he didn't have the same calm as his father's sudden anger. He just tried to sit next to his father, tried to make a doubtful expression, and stuttered, "Father ... Father, what are you talking about? ? "
"... I won't ... let you ... inherit ..."
This left Francis's blank words unfinished, but the door behind UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was suddenly knocked.
The old housekeeper Alpha stood outside the door, still looking calm, his eyes lowered, and stooping: "Master, Viscount Charlton wants to see the master, would you like to see it?"
Francis stood up as swiftly as he was awakened, but his forehead was covered with sweat beads for a moment, and after hesitating for two seconds, he stared stiffly at Alpha, squeezing out an ugly smile, saying After saying "I'm going to see", I walked out of the bedroom with a sullen head and disappeared into the vision of the old housekeeper as if escaping.
The atmosphere in the bedroom fell into silence again.
Duke Angmar's eyes were raised, his thin fingers pointed at what Alpha seemed to say, but the next moment, the old housekeeper stepped in front of him as if nothing had happened, staring thoughtfully. Francis disappeared in the back of the corridor, and seemed to be weighing something. When he returned to God, he calmly filled a bowl of thick soup for the Duke of Angmar, but he put it in the Ai with discretion and determination. Lord Forta's lips ...
"Are you back in time? You're about to succeed, but you can recover a little consciousness-Oh, the obsession in your heart is really heavy."
In his words, there was no mention of the "Viscount Charlton" just mentioned. The old butler almost fed Angmar a whole bowl of soup by force, and then he didn't care whether the other party would continue to eat. , Put those pigeon meat and other lunches that did not eat a few bites back into the silver plate, and turned and left, the old butler showed an extremely strange smile to the old duke ...
"Hurry up ... it's almost complete."