Chapter 336: Your circle is really chaotic (1/3)

  Chapter 336 Your circle is really chaotic (13)

  The red-haired treasurer could see that the viscount's fluent reading process had an obvious pause, and his expression became astonished, then turned into a sudden realization, and then turned into a frown expression when he saw something strange.

   But soon, he continued to read, and his reading speed became faster.

  【I know, you will feel confused and incredible, but this is the truth. Big brother is sorry for Ellie, and Ellie and I are also sorry for him, you frontier nobles may be a bit difficult to understand, but the relationship between us is indeed a bit chaotic... The fact is that, I don’t want to say more]

[As long as Isengard loses the right of inheritance or dies, Krall will be the heir of the family. The eldest brother doesn’t care about these small things anymore. owner]

  【My friend, Ayers...if I die and Ethan is still alive...let him go

  【No matter what his future is, since I lost, I will give him a chance to see if he can surpass his fate that is worse than death】

  【My friend... Be careful of the royal family, be careful of Grand Duke Sorin, be careful of those lunatics from the School of Psychiatry, if you can, never go back to the imperial capital, never! 】

  【This place has changed, it is no longer the city of our childhood】

  【Suddenly I miss the days when we skipped classes together, went to Aili’s house to sing and play together, went fishing and raced by the lake... Decades have passed, but I have always missed the past and never looked forward to the future】

  【I wish your child good health, I probably didn’t see him born, so I’ll use this as a gift for him, I don’t need it anyway】

   There is also a light blue gemstone pendant in the box, which has the ability to calm the mind and resist deceiving psychic energy. It is a very precious spiritual ornament.

   Putting down the letter paper, Viscount Grant remained silent for a long time.

   "Isengard and the others set out and wrote it after chatting with me?"

   After a long time, under Lamar's gaze, he sighed wearily: "Is it because I have a child, so you don't want to involve me?"

   "Pat...you are such a..."

   "A half-baked guy."

   After being silent for a while, the Viscount shook his head: "Forget it, that's it, huh..."

  He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm down.

   "Are you and Aili's child... Damn, what on earth are you people from the imperial capital doing?!"

But obviously, this method of suppressing emotions is not suitable for Viscount Grant. Without holding back, he slammed his teeth on the table and cursed: "Waste, waste! When I was fighting with the natives in Nanling, you guys Playing a court drama in the imperial capital? Why don't you die a little further away, and come to my place to die?!"

"I told Wilder a long time ago, stay away from Afurina, that stupid woman is not in danger, but behind her is the royal family—not the late emperor, how can someone like Axel get close? To play tricks with the emperor, Aren't you afraid of death without a place to die?"

   "They're all idiots! I said back then that none of you were smart, and Wilder was a scum who couldn't control his lower body. You're all a bunch of mentally handicapped!"

   After roaring loudly, he lay down on the seat exhausted, and Viscount Grant calmed down for a while.

Then he turned his head and said calmly to Lamar, who had worried eyes: "It's okay, we don't get involved in this matter... only this, Patrick did what a friend should do, he didn't take us Get involved."

  After speaking, he paused, as if he wanted to say something.

   But in the end, Ailes just choked up, covered his eyes with his arms, and lay back in his chair.

   "I don't want to hear anything...please...let me be quiet..."

   he said softly.

"grown ups…"

   Lamar sighed softly, stepped forward, and gently pressed the viscount's ear with his hand.

at the same time.

  Platinum iridium workshop, in a quiet room.

  The white-haired teenager is patiently explaining the ins and outs of everything to his peers—at least the ins and outs he deduced.

   "Probably so."

  Ian said this, and showed the relationship diagram he drew to the bewildered blond boy: "I thought that Viscount Grant's life was quite rotten, but I didn't expect you to have more fun."

   And Isengard obviously suffered a huge mental blow. He was in a trance, his eyes were lax, and he was in a daze.

Facing the facts Ian put in front of him, the young man murmured blankly: "It's okay, Uncle Ayres is already considered a relatively pure love type among the nobles... I just didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. On my parents..."

   Shaking his head, Isengard still felt a little unbelievable.

  He raised his head, looked at Ian, and asked for help: "Ian...is it true? Is Brother Klarer's uncle's child?"

   "And my father promised my uncle that as long as my uncle kills me, I will let brother Klar be the head of the family?"

   "That's a good summary." Ian said mercilessly in the face of the blond boy's pleading eyes.

  He raised the teacup beside him and took a sip of the white-leaf flower tea that could boost his spirits and quench his thirst.

Then, Ian put down his teacup, picked up his pen again, and patiently made auxiliary lines for Isengard: "According to what Patrick told me before he died, he was childhood friends with Ellie, the Viscount and your father, the Marquis Wilder, Viscount I'm not sure, because I don't know if Ellie is red-haired, but both your father and your uncle like that noble girl."

"Your uncle has a high probability of giving up, just like he gave up to compete for the head of the family. So your father married Ai Li, but your father obviously couldn't control his lower body. Your concubine elder brother is the evidence. Mrs. Ai Li is probably not very happy , and your uncle... Hey, ninety-nine out of a hundred novels about aristocratic misery develop in this way, and that’s what it is all about.”

"And then, because of Axel's plan, which required the blood of your Ellen family, Mrs. Aili died in an 'accident'—I guess Marquis Wilder blamed himself for not protecting his wife well. He even feels sorry for your uncle and your brother, even if your uncle cheated on his wife, your brother is not even his child."

   Speaking of which, Ian glanced at Isengarde, and after confirming that the other party could barely hold on, he continued to speak slowly: "As for you...it may be a bit cruel to say."

   "Ethan, your father...I'm afraid he hates you."

   "He hates your mother and you, because it is precisely because of the royal family's plan, your mother's obsession with the Marquis of Wilder, and your existence itself that led to the death of Mrs. Eri."

   This sentence hurts, but it has to be said after all.

  If you don’t speak out, you can’t clarify the context.

   "No wonder my father never celebrates with me..." The blond boy was unexpectedly enlightened, he muttered to himself: "I thought I was far away in the imperial capital, and others couldn't come here in the north..."

  —joke.

   Ian thought in his heart. Can a powerhouse of the fourth level be able to hurry? The speed of his Fairy Wings at the second energy level can be two to three hundred meters per second at will. The fourth energy level is equipped with an ether weapon, and he can directly transform into a ballistic missile at hypersonic speed and reach the target area in a few minutes. What else is there? Is there a way to rush over?

  He didn't believe that Ethan didn't think about it, but he probably made excuses not to think about it every time.

As for Patrick, although he knew that Ethan's existence and his mother were the cause of everything, he also knew that Aphrina herself was a 'stupid woman', and she couldn't do anything to make herself marry Marquis Ellen. Madame assassinated such a thing...

   And Isengard himself is even more innocent.

   Therefore, Patrick felt pity for the existence of Isengarde instead, and even subconsciously took care of him when he approached Isengarde to collect information about the Axel plan.

   Even, over the years, he's taken on the half-fatherly role of the blond teenager.

  This indecisive nobleman is also vicious in terms of viciousness.

  (end of this chapter)