Aubrey and Aradeline had grown up together, and the grudges between them could be summed up in one sentence.
Love and hate.
That's right. Even though they were the heads of the Feier and Bolet families respectively, they had been bullied by their families when they were young. Oddly enough, Aubry's parents thought that Aradeline was very outstanding, while Aradeline's parents thought that Aubry was very outstanding. Under the constant bullying, both of them were not convinced of each other's superiority.
Since the Feier family and the Bolet family were neighbors, they had always been secretly competing with each other. From childhood, toys, learning, etiquette, and later training, combat skills, equipment, and even love, Aubrey, who had always been suppressed by Aradeline, miraculously won a round, and it was also a decisive round.
He won Parola's heart.
And so from then on, Aradeline could no longer be proud.
If the first half of his life was Aradeline's time to be proud, then the second half was Aubry's time to hold his head high.
Princess Parola married him, bringing great glory to the Aubry family. Her son Abedon was also very outstanding. And what made Aubry secretly happy was that his son Abedon got Aradeline's daughter.
Unfortunately, they left the capital later on for some reason. Abedon even gave up his inheritance rights, which made Aubry very angry.
"You win! Just you wait! Sooner or later, I'll kick your ass until it's swollen. Just like I did back then! "
Aradeline cursed as he ran back to his house. He didn't want to lose his cool in front of Parola.
Even though he didn't win her favor, Aradeline didn't want to lose his cool in front of her. This was a man's persistence.
Or a more scheming explanation — the more outstanding he was, the more Parola would regret not marrying him. Her heart would be more conflicted and painful, and he would be happier.
"Old man, you're fast! Otherwise, you'll see! "
Aubry laughed maniacally. He had to return all the grievances he had suffered in the first half of his life to Aradeline before he breathed his last. He would not feel comfortable if he did not vent it out!
Parola was still as elegant as ever. "You're already so old. Can't the two of you just sit down and chat calmly?"
"Of course not!"
Aubrey stabbed his greatsword into the ground and snorted. "This guy is still trying to get you. I've been guarding against him for a long time!"
Parola covered her face and chuckled. "Don't talk nonsense. He's already so old … If Erika heard this, Aradeline would probably have a headache again."
"I don't care if he dies …"
Aubrey mumbled as he gulped down a mouthful of black tea. Suddenly, he froze as he saw a young man rushing over.
"Grandpa Aubrey, so you're here. Ah, and Grandma Parola."
The one who had rushed over was, of course, Kevin. After discovering Elsa's identity, the originally carefree Kevin suddenly became nervous. That was why he was so eager to meet Aubry and the others before Elsa did. At the very least, he had to leave a good impression.
"Kevin, you're here."
Aubrey nodded indifferently. Kevin was the grandson of his uncle Charles. They were very distant. Speaking of which, this was the second time they had met.
If there was a reason why Aubrey was so cold … it was because he was very angry.
That's right. If it wasn't for the fact that he had no other choice, he would never have asked Kevin.
Aubrey had reached the age where he had to appoint an heir. Originally, Abedon was the best choice, but he was hiding in Ellington. He did not want to inherit the title, nor did he want to come back and inherit the position of head of the family.
But other than Abedon, Aubrey looked through the circle of direct descendants and suddenly realized in despair that there was no one else to choose!
The Empire had very strict selection criteria for the heir of a duke and noble family. Those who already had the title of a duke were not qualified. Those who were over 40 years old were not qualified. Married women were not qualified …
Under all these rules, the glory of the great House of Foer was about to fall to the point where no one could inherit it!
A while ago, he had painstakingly called Abedon back. But after the two had a secret discussion, Aubrey surprisingly gave up on forcing Abedon and let him go.
Later, Aubrey racked his brains for a long time. After widening the scope of his selection again and again, Kevin Foel came into his sights.
This Kevin, who had very little Foer blood, was the only one who was qualified to inherit the title …
Even though Aubrey was very unhappy, he could only accept it for the continuation of the House of Foer.
"I've specially brought some specialties and spices from Taris for you two. I've already asked the butler to put them away. Granny Parola, you must try them."
Kevin had a deliberately flattering smile on his face. As a side branch of the House of Foer, although their branch had a decent status in Taris, compared to the main House of Foer in the Imperial Capital, the difference was too great.
Not to mention, he was lucky enough to get the chance to inherit the title of Lord Aubrey. So no matter how arrogant Kevin was, he could only tuck his tail between his legs and smile in front of Lord Aubrey.
Hmph!
Aubrey frowned slightly. His impression of Kevin worsened.
As a man, he couldn't even speak with his chest out and head held high. Instead, he always had an exaggerated smile on his face. What did that look like?
After all, Aubrey had been a soldier all his life. He had both the pride of a noble and the ruffian of a soldier. But no matter what, he admired the manliness of a man who held his chest out and head held high.
"Kevin, boy," Aubrey said bluntly.
"You should know why I called you here. To be honest, I'm very disappointed to see you here." Aubry said bluntly.
Kevin's face paled. He exclaimed subconsciously, "Why?!"
"Why?"
Aubrey reprimanded. "If you want to inherit the glory of the House of Foer, then show some real ability! Even if you don't know anything, you can't not have the heart to fight for it. But look at you. How do you look like a man?! "
"I, I'm sorry …"
Kevin reacted quickly and said guiltily, "Grandpa, I met a necromancer a few days ago on the road, so I've been a little scared …"
"It was a few days ago. Why are you still scared? Are you a piece of trash? "
Aubrey frowned. "And didn't you survive? Since you survived, what's there to be scared of?! "
"But, but …"
Kevin realized that he couldn't communicate properly with his grandfather. The generation gap was too big.
Aubrey was a general and a warrior. But what about Kevin? He was just a noble young master who relied on his ancestors' influence. If the two of them were immediate relatives, it would be fine, but they were originally relatives that couldn't be any more distant. How could they have that kind of tolerance?
"Aubrey! Be patient! "
Parola shouted. Aubrey took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. "I'm sorry, Kevin. My attitude was a little bad. Go back and rest. I'll talk to you about the inheritance later."
Even though Kevin wanted Aubrey to immediately nod and confirm this matter, after seeing Aubrey's expression, Kevin swallowed his words.
Be patient! You must be patient!
If you're too impatient, you'll lose points!
At times like this, especially at such a critical juncture, the more insignificant the details, the more points you'll gain!
Use your brain! Kevin!
"I understand, Grandpa Aubrey."
Kevin nodded respectfully and said with a smile, "Grandma Parola, are you tired from sitting? Let me massage your shoulders for you? "
Parola smiled and said, "Sure."
Kevin was delighted. He was about to go over when Aubrey suddenly appeared in front of him. His big face was almost touching Kevin's.
Aubrey scolded with a dark face. "Little brat, go to the side and rest. Don't steal my job!"
Kevin's face stiffened. He could only stand aside and watch Aubrey give Parola a massage very considerately.
Although Aubrey's bad temper was known far and wide, everyone who knew about his love and consideration for Parola would give him a thumbs up.
"Grandpa Aubrey, when we passed by Morning Mist Town a few days ago, we discovered that the residents there had been massacred by the Necromancer. My guards did their best to get rid of the Necromancer. If it's possible, I'd like to apply for an honorary title for the head of my guards …" Kevin said in a seemingly unintentional manner.
"Morning Mist Town? Necromancers? "
Aubrey paused and frowned. "Morning Mist Town sounds familiar … Wait, I remember now. It's a small town … But there's a necromancer so close to Alinx?"
"We were also very surprised."
Kevin shamelessly took the credit for Tang En and the others. "But since we met, we couldn't avoid it. So we dealt with the necromancer. It's a pity that the guard captain and the others were all sacrificed …"
"Not bad. This guy is a true warrior."
Aubrey nodded as he massaged Parola's shoulders. "I agree with the honorary title. Go and tell the butler to prepare a document for him. He'll help you apply to the Parliament of Nobles."
"Thank you, Grandpa Aubrey!"
Kevin smiled. He obviously didn't care about the honorary title or the dead, but he didn't mind using them to increase his position in Aubrey's heart.
With this incident as a foundation, the atmosphere between Kevin and Aubrey finally became lively. The three of them began to chat casually and gradually became familiar with each other.
Seeing that things were getting better and better, and the smile on Kevin's face became brighter and brighter. Tang En and Elsa finally found this place.
Then the smile on Kevin's face disappeared.
It was as if he had eaten a big fly.
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