Every clan that could enter the top level of society had passed the test of time. These clans could be traced back to at least a hundred years, while old nobles like Bescot had a glorious history of over two hundred years. These old nobles were the pillars of the Federation. Often, such clans were giants.
In their genealogies, the roots of their relationships were complicated, just like those flourishing ancient trees, whose roots must have extended countless meters underground. Bescot was naturally no exception. Like many families, many family members were usually divided into direct blood relatives and collateral branches.
In order to ensure the prosperity of the clan, the position of Patriarch was usually only produced by direct blood relatives. Of course, in some turbulent times, there were also examples of collateral clans seizing the position of Patriarch. However, that was a very small number, and even if they succeeded in seizing the position, the clan would definitely suffer a great loss of vitality. After all, most of the clan's martial power and wealth were in the hands of direct blood relatives.
Just like a swarm of bees, direct and collateral branches also had a division of labor in the huge clan system. After the Battle of Dawn, this division of labor was even more obvious. Normally, some relatively mild work in the family business would be handed over to the collateral clans to take care of. They would be responsible for most of the family's business dealings, like worker bees in a swarm, constantly accumulating wealth for the family.
Direct blood relatives had to shoulder the obligation to develop the family business and expedition to the foreign battlefields. They had to take down more colonial planets for the family and establish safe and stable trade routes between these colonial planets and Earth, so that the family could benefit from them. Simply put, the obligation of the collateral clan was to be responsible for the family's business operations, while the direct blood relatives had to find more sources of wealth for the family.
Under such a model, the chances of direct blood relatives dying were actually much higher. However, every direct descendant who could stand firm on the battlefield of the Outer Realm was a hero, and his position in the clan system was unshakable. Because in the end, their merits were all fought out, and they were truly powerful!
Vincent's family was a collateral branch of Bescot. His family took care of the operations of two business chains on the surface for Bescot. In order to stand out from the other collateral branches, Vincent's father did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to send his son to Babylon's Dawn Blade Academy, which was specially designed for the children of aristocratic families to study. Vincent also lived up to his father's expectations and achieved excellent results in the academy.
The evaluation of the younger generation came from many aspects. Among them, the results of the Daybreak Blade Academy was one of the most important tests. If Vincent could graduate successfully, then the position of a foreign affairs supervisor should not be able to escape. Even though the resources they received from the clan couldn't compare to the direct descendants, the position of External Affairs Supervisor was still a highly sought after position in the side family.
To be able to achieve such results, apart from the arrogance and arrogance of the disciples of aristocratic families, it did not hinder Vincent from possessing a clever and flexible mind. Thus, after hearing Kodorf's words, he was immediately moved. He frowned and said, "Do you mean that Patriarch Horn intends to nurture this kid named Allen into an important position? How is that possible? He's just a lowly commoner! "First Marriage: The Sea King's Favored Concubine
"Have you seen what Allen looks like?" Kodorf suddenly asked.
Vincent smiled contemptuously, "How can I have time to care about what a lowly commoner looks like?"
"As far as I know, his appearance is somewhat similar to that of one of my aunts." Kodorf said slowly, "I heard from my father that Grandpa loved one of their youngest sisters the most, Aunt Lanny. Ten years ago, Aunt Lanny suddenly left the clan and there was no news of her ever since. Grandpa regretted it bitterly. "
At this point, Kodorf shut his mouth. He had given enough hints.
Sure enough, Vincent cried out, "So when he saw that Allen's appearance, the Patriarch was touched by the scene and planned to bring him into the clan to make up for the loss of his daughter?"
"Do you think it's impossible? Even if that Allen isn't a direct descendant of ours, with his face, who can guarantee that Grandpa won't nurture him into the number one disciple of the side branch? " Kodorf patted Vincent on the shoulder and said, "I think you've been working hard for the past two years. It would be a pity if you lost your position as head of foreign affairs just because of someone's face."
Vincent nodded vigorously, and even a trace of ferocity appeared on his face. "Thank you for your reminder. I will not forget Cousin Kodorf's help."
"Nothing, I'm just saying a few words. Alright, I still have to go somewhere else. These two beauties are hard to deal with. " Kodorf laughed loudly, stood up, and with a wave of his hand, he walked out of the booth with the two hot girls in his arms.
Vincent sat in the card seat for a moment before walking out. The other companions invited him to drink, but he shook his head and left in a hurry, leaving the boys staring at each other. In the end, someone shouted, "Vincent is gone. Who will pay the bill tonight?"
Thus, the youths began to struggle with new questions.
Kodorf smiled as he watched Vincent lower his head into his seat and quickly leave the twilight. He was also sitting in an extended magic energy flying car, and two sexy women were kissing his cheeks and ears on each side. Kodorf didn't seem to feel anything. Sitting opposite him was an old man in his fifties with a full beard and sharp eyes. He said, "Young Master, if it's just to test that Allen, just leave it to me. Why bother letting Vincent do it?"
'"Teacher Robert, you should know that he was invited by Grandpa. This shows that, for whatever reason, Grandpa values this kid very much. Therefore, it's better not to get involved with us in such a thankless task. Let Vincent do it for us. " Kodorf finally reacted. He reached into one of the women's breasts and clenched the plump semicircle tightly. "We just need to watch the show. There's no need to get ourselves covered in blood, is there?" He smiled.
"Drive," he added. "These two little female cats can't wait any longer."
The two women giggled. One of them was already panting slightly as she squatted at Kodorf's feet and began a fierce offensive. The old man named Robert's eyes were cold, as if he didn't see the intense peach scene in the car at all.
When Allen woke up, it was already dawn. His face was sticky, and he casually wiped away the sweat stains. However, the sweat was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Looking around, Tonislaw and the other soldiers, who had been reveling all night last night, were still sleeping soundly. They occupied the tables and sand in a mess, and some even fell asleep on the ground with a bottle in their arms.
Thinking of the war songs they sang last night and looking at these straightforward soldiers, Allen suddenly felt that not everyone in Babylon was wearing a false mask.
"This is a bunch of troublesome fellows."
A voice came from the direction of the bar, where a few small lights were turned on, illuminating only one end of the bar. Under the light, a burly, well-dressed old man was wiping the bar. He lowered his head and said, "But I like them. Seeing these bastards reminds me of myself when I was young. Sorry to let you listen to a bunch of old people's complaints. My name is Yuki, and I've known that old guy Hughton for a long time. I heard he guided you? "
"Yes, thanks to Mr. Hughton's guidance. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here." Allen stood up and said with some disappointment, "He also said that he could learn the design of the Magic Cube sequence from him in the future if he was interested, but I haven't seen him since the competition."
"He came last night, just as you were asleep. In fact … "Yuki took out a note from his pocket." This is the address he gave you. He told you to go to him when you wanted to learn that shit. Oh, he also said that you had to bring good wine with you when you went. Otherwise, he wouldn't open the door. This damned old drunkard! "
Allen took the note from Yuki's hand. It was indeed an address. He looked at the old man and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Yuki."
"You're welcome. Just remember to come and support me when you have time." Yuki looked out of the door and muttered, "It should be about time."
"What's almost time?"
"The person who came to pick you up should be almost here." Yuki put down a polished glass and said, "There's nothing in Babylon that Bescot doesn't know."
Just as he finished speaking, the door of the bar was pushed open. Housekeeper Helsing walked in and looked at Allen. "Young Master, please come with me. Master asked me to pick you up."
"But I …"
"It doesn't matter. I've already packed up your things for you. There's no need to go back to the training center." Helsing said carefully.
Allen spread out his hands and said, "Alright then."
Then he said to Yuki, "Please say goodbye to Tonislaw for me. I'll go find him when I have time."
"I will definitely bring it."
Allen and Helsing walked out of the bar. There was already a flying car with the Bescot family emblem parked on the street in front of the bar. The main body of the family emblem was a shield with a lion-bodied eagle-headed beast pattern on it, and a symmetrical longsword pattern extended around it. The colors were mainly black and yellow, and they were very eye-catching.
This emblem was the symbol of the Bescot Patriarch. The emblems of other clans were extended and changed based on this, but there were some things that were not allowed to be used. For example, the lion-bodied eagle-headed beast, and the longsword was a symbol that only the Patriarch could use.
When Allen's name was included in the heir list, he would also have his own badge. It was a symbol of status and a business card for social interaction between nobles. Of course, for Allen, he still had nothing in Bescot.
Sitting in the magic energy flying car, Allen watched the car leave Goldwing Street and head east. Gradually, the buildings on both sides of the road began to disappear, replaced by rolling mountains and lush green trees. The sun was rising from the east, and the brilliant sunlight was like a gift from God, bathing the entire Babylon in golden light.
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