After learning about his birth, Angora's opinion of his old father changed a little.
Then, the two chatted about random topics such as the governance of a fief, the old man's past romance, and what to look out for when traveling incognito to Oriole Alley.
This was the first time Angora had such a happy conversation with his father since he was young. It was also the first time he understood that his father was just a mortal, and not some high and mighty figure that he could only dream of but never reach.
After all, Angora could only watch his father from a corner in the past, and couldn't even look him in the eye.
And it was all thanks to the God of Games.
Angora was quite self-aware. While his changes stemmed from his life in the town, the essence of his courage and confidence came from the Overlord System that the God of Games had bestowed upon him.
"I see. There are some interesting fellows in your entourage as well." There was a benevolent smile on the old man's face as he listened to Angora's slightly boastful description of the Players' folksy pioneering history. "I might meet them when I'm free."
"Then what are you waiting for? Can't we do it now?" Angora chuckled, deliberately hiding the God of Games and the System.
"You're in too much of a hurry." Even as he said that, the old man stood up, intending to follow his son to see those interesting entourages.
"Because I'm going back tomorrow," Angora answered seriously.
His conversation with the old man had changed his mind.
At first, he didn't care much about the home he had lived in for over a dozen years because he was invisible. While he wasn't so miserable that he was bullied by the servants, life wasn't fun, and he didn't have any sense of belonging here.
But things were different now. After learning about his birth from his father, the disregard in Angora's memories had turned into the old man's deliberate coldness to protect him.
Come to think of it, his father hadn't neglected his existence over the last dozen years either. Whether it was food, clothing, lodging, or studying, he was treated the same as his two brothers, and even better than Edmund …
Even after his coming-of-age ceremony, he could not inherit the title of nobility. He should have become a knight or some other profession that was not safe, but the old man still got him a title of nobility and obtained a piece of land for him. If the old man really had prejudice against him, he would not have done this.
It was precisely because of this that Angora began to value his father.
His original intention of coming here was to attract the attention of the 'mastermind' who wanted to kill him, causing the other party to reveal themselves in a hurry. If it was possible, it would not be a problem to directly kill the other party here.
But if such a conflict were to happen in the Silver Eagle Castle or even Tunaya, it would be a blow to his father's reputation regardless of whether his plan succeeded or not.
Therefore, with that in mind, he decided to leave Tunaya ahead of time and return to town.
This way, even if the mastermind behind the scenes wanted to make a move, he could only do it outside the city and not affect his father.
"Aren't you going to stay for a few more days until the seeding festival?" Horan was a little reluctant.
"The development of the fief has only just begun. There are too many things to deal with, I can't be away for too long …"
Angora first came up with a more perfunctory reason, but when he saw his father's' you're kidding me 'expression, he remembered that his father was the biggest landlord in the North, and such nonsense would not fool him. Therefore, he simply cleared his throat.
"Well, Brother, I'm not a big fan of you, and it wouldn't be good if we keep staying here and a conflict would break out. Although I can take a step back out of respect for you, I'm not going to turn a blind eye to you. You don't want to see us go too far, do you? That's why I should leave as soon as possible. "
The reason was clearly very convincing, and the old man did not say anything else after a sad sigh.
When they left the private study, they were met by Pompey, who was angrily walking towards them with his personal guards.
"Pompey, what are you doing!" The old man could not help frowning when he saw Pompey's reaction. "Are you trying to rebel with so many people?!"
"Father! He was the one who attacked first! "Pompey pointed at Angora." He sent his men to assassinate me! I would have died to his assassination if my personal guards didn't fight to the death! "
Angora thought to himself, 'All I did was have the Players infiltrate your castle to steal information. What assassination? Aren't you a little too good at making accusations?'
Hence, he steeled himself and asked, "The assassination failed since you're alive, right? If that's the case, why don't you show me the culprit whether he's dead or alive? Otherwise, it's too much of a joke to accuse me of a crime. "
"Bring me the two corpses!" Pompey sneered as if saying 'I knew you'd quibble like that'.
The old man's expression became immeasurably grim as well, and he looked at Angora suspiciously.
But even after some time, none of the personal guards brought the so-called 'corpses'.
It was only when the captain of the personal guards hurried to Pompey's side and whispered a few words into his ear that Pompey pointed at Angora and roared, "You actually tampered with the assassins' corpses and made them all disappear!"
"Enough! This matter ends here! "
The old man's stern yell cut off Pompey's rebuke. "Pompey, go back."
Angora stared at the old man in surprise. 'Didn't you tell me to let him have his way?'
The old man then gave him a look that said, 'This is the last time I'm helping you. Take care.'
But in Pompey's eyes, the two men's expressions naturally became a tacit display of a loving father and a loving son.
He was so angry that he couldn't say a word as he pointed at them, and eventually spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Pompey …" The old man was so frightened that he quickly went to check on his eldest son, only to be shoved away by the latter.
In that very moment, the old man stumbled a step back and almost fell, suddenly feeling that his eldest son's gaze was so cold and unfamiliar.
"I've said it before …" Pompey turned around, trembling, and said in an extremely cold voice, "If you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself … Whether it's the treasure of the gods or this family … it's all mine! You've forced my hand! "
"I'm not interested in your things." Angora said tentatively, sensing that something was wrong with him. "And we're going back tomorrow."
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