Chapter 380: Infighting

"Speaking of which, the eldest young master who had a fierce dispute with the second young master must have begun to gather the Adventurer's Guild early in the morning."
I guessed.
Harold shook his head, denying my guess: "No, the eldest master doesn't."
If you change someone else, I might ask: How did you know?
But Harold was different. He was the closest person to the city lord, and at the same time the closest person to the city lord's heir, apart from those doglegs. However, certain information that came out of his mouth was still authoritative.
"The young master won't win over the adventurer?" I frowned, and said: "Then what does he do? I won't fight the second young master with one face."
Harold listened, smiled slightly, and said, "Why not?"
"I'm going, really rely on face!" I exclaimed, and said: "I have heard of relying on face to eat, and also heard of relying on face to make money, really never heard of relying on face to seize power, come on, give me Let’s talk about how handsome he is. Is he looking better than Panan, earth-shattering, or beautiful as Song Yu, earth-shattering?"
When Harold heard that, the whole person was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly made a long cut, and said: "What do you think, did I say that the young master is handsome?"
"Then you said rely on the face..."
"What I mean is that he depends on his Lao Tzu's face, not on his own looks!"
Harold emphasized the word ‘face’ once more, and I heard it, and I let out a long oh: That’s it, it’s not a face spell, but a father spell!
I then changed my mind to think: That's not right, the father of the young master is also the father of the second young master?
Then he asked Harold again: "The eldest young master can rely on his father's face to support the facade, then the second young master can't? How can I say that they are the same dad, if you want to count it, the eldest master is still inferior to the second young master. "
Harold grabbed a spider leg that stabbed at him, shook it away, and said, "You don't understand, the young master is almost forty this year, and the second young master is only in his twenties. Not only do they have the same experience. If there are few, there is a big gap even in the accumulated contacts."
"By the way, you said before that the lord's house had forty-one children, right?"
Harold replied: "Yes, including illegitimate children, there are forty-one in total."
"what about now?"
He thought for a while and said, "Less than ten."
"In other words, more than 30 brothers and sisters were eliminated on the road to power?"
Harold nodded cautiously.
"Oh," I sighed: "It's cruel enough. More than 30 people died one after another."
Harold added: "If Rodney and his cousin weren't born late, they might have become one of the victims."
"The eldest young master and the second young master are really ruthless" I sipped, and said disdainfully: "I know fighting in the nest, by the way, is it interesting to kill brothers and sisters?"
Harold looked a little helpless, and he sighed deeply: "When you are in the royal family, you must be prepared for this. This is also the sadness of Human Race in this respect."
"You said, this is the sorrow of the Human Race?" I repeated his words again, and then said: "So, brothers and sisters cannibalism, this kind of thing, only happens within the Human Race?"
"Yes" Harold said meaningfully: "I have been the captain of the Eri City for so long, and I am fortunate to have access to some sealed documents, and I can also consult some unheard of ancient history. In the process of reading these documents, I found a characteristic: Only within the human race, they are always fighting and killing each other's brothers and sisters. This has to be said to be a stain. Fortunately, this stain is only recorded in a sealed file, not into the folks. ."
Seeing his fluke expression, I really want to say to him: buddy, you are too naive, the infamy of the human race has swept the whole Hefeng Continent a long time ago, but most of what you can see is counterpoint and high authority. It’s nothing more than the good words of the author. Only the unremarkable citizens like me can learn the truth from a few words.
"Listen to you, the young master has at least twenty years more connections than the second young master."
Harold nodded: "Exactly."
"Human connections in more than 20 years..." I said with emotion: "Then this gap is not easy to make up. You must know that even if you raise a dog, you can cultivate the relationship between birth and death in more than 20 years."
Harold shook his head: "I don't agree with what you said. Many times, people are inferior to dogs. Dogs. Once allegiance to a master is almost unswerving, people, when their interests are maximized, will Choose the best, no matter how many years of friendship, what should be sold will still be sold."
I cut and waved to kill a ghost-faced spider, disdainfully said: "That's because you don't know Erha, that kind of dog doesn't care if you are his master or not. Once you commit a crime, you just run away without a trace, and we will take care of it. Erha is called let go."
After Harold listened to me, he was thoughtful, wondering whether he was thinking about the term ‘people are not as good as dogs’, or guessing the breed ‘give up.’
I continued to speculate: "In this way, as long as the conditions are superior enough, the Second Young Master is likely to win a round."
"Not at all" Harold said solemnly: "The conditions that the second young master can give, the eldest young master can also give, instead of choosing a young and frivolous stunner, more people are still willing to support a more familiar senior. By."
"Well, what you said is not unreasonable." I pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that the young master is so murderous."
Harold frowned and said, "Where did you hear this?"
"What do you mean?" I glanced at him and asked back.
Will there be a second person besides Rodney who can share these secret histories with me?
Harold thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, you are Rodney."
"What Rodney faction?" I interrupted him directly: "I just stand up to him from a friend's standpoint. As for what faction, what does it matter to me?"
Harold chuckled and said, "If this is spoken from Rodney, it is not difficult to understand."
"Oh? What do you say?"
He looked around, suddenly lowered his voice, and said: "Because Rodney's brothers and sisters, half of them died at the hands of the young master."
"I'll go, shockingly broke the news!" I yelled, and Harold hurriedly reached out and stopped, "Shhh, keep it quiet, this is a secret history, it's not a rumor."
I repeatedly said ‘Oh’ to indicate that I must keep it secret, and then I asked: "What about the other half? Did you let the second young master kill it?"
Harold shook his head and said, "Although the second young master is far more sinister than the older one, he is still more kind to his brothers and sisters. At least until now, he has not killed even a family member by himself. ."
"Then how did those other brothers and sisters die?"
I asked puzzled.
"Of course I died of fighting with each other."
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