Duke of Grief

"Father, are we really going to continue this way?"

The son of Marquis Ebena El Faro's son complexly stood beside his father, and the middle-aged man was struggling. . .

He looked at his indifferent father, gritted his teeth and said, "Father, we can't go on like this anymore. The soldiers under him are already suspicious of us. They have begun to doubt us!"

"Oh, what then?" Marquis El Faro's eyes did not change much.

He looked at his son, who was not a good implement, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes was self-evident, but his son never felt it.

Just because he is the eldest son of his own, and has the right to inherit the first title, is it so ‘worry-free’?

‘It’s so disappointing...’

The bored Marquis of El Faro picked up the glass jar at the table and put it in his hands. He could feel the slight tremor in the glass jar. This kind of tremor diluted his disappointment with his son.

"But, they..." From the middle to the middle age, the eldest son of a marquis who could not inherit his father's title was speechless. With his mouth and brain that only talked to the'female scholar' and talked to the earth' Things are comparable to his father.

He has an extremely clever father, but he is a pustule, but he has not yet discovered this.

Even now, he is wearing a fitted silk robe. Because of the magic protection, he does not feel cold.

Unlike Ebena Elfaro, the eldest son of the Marquis was born and raised. In the winter, even the Marquis of Elfaro also wears thick clothes. As the'eldest son', he has no worries and is comfortable and comfortable. Warm silk robes play with his father's sighing "wisdom" in front of his father.

"They doubt us, then they will mutiny, or run away, if they run away, we will lose this war, to the stupidity of Krylov III--"

While proudly showing off his poor IQ, Marquis El Faro said lightly, "Shut up!"

The earl of the marquis suddenly seemed to be pinched by his neck, and his voice stopped suddenly.

He glanced at his father's face and closed his mouth obediently.

As the eldest son of the Marquis, as the son of Eberna El Faro, he still has a little observation, he knows that his father rarely has any face "color" when he is angry, and will not show his anger , Like this-expressionless, indifferent, this is what his father was like when he was angry.

His son finally closed his chatter, and the Marquis of El Faro did not look at him, but immersed his attention in the glass jar in his hand.

"Go out!"

The Marquis of El Faro didn’t explain anything to his son, “Go if you want to play ‘women’, go ‘mix’ with your fox friends, don’t bother me.”

For his son, who grew up in flattery, the Marquis of El Faro already had no hope, so now he naturally shows no disappointment.

The eldest son of a marquis who was once pampered because of ‘wrong pride’ was relieved when he saw that his father did not say much.

He couldn’t see that his father was already disappointed with him, because in his opinion, his father was like this for everyone, but he did not expect that he was known to the Marquis of El Faro, the only one One of his sons has the same attitude towards his son-one can imagine that Marquis El Faro was already disappointed with his son.

The eldest son of the Marquis closed his mouth and glanced at the Marquis of El Faro. After turning around, he flicked his lips and left the room on the velvet carpet.

After he left, the Marquis of El Faro couldn't help but sneer.

"What a fool!"

I don’t know who is talking about the Marquis of El Faro, his son, or is he talking about training his son to look like himself?

The eyes of Marquis El Faro had not been removed from the glass jar. Withered hands touched the jar, his face involuntarily raised a smile.

It was also exhausted and cultivated, why is his son so bad?

"Little Adolf... well, probably I can't call you "Little Adolf" anymore, do you have a grudge against me?"

Feeling the tremor in the glass jar, Marquis El Faro, like a psychic patient, spoke to the glass jar that seemed empty.

There was no change in the frequency of the jar shaking, and Marquis El Faro naturally could not feel the emotion of the thing in the jar, so he was just talking to himself.

"How nice if you or Krylov III are my son..." Marquis El Faro closed his eyes and leaned back. "So, I might not do these things..."

…………

"Not yet?"

Krylov III stood on the hillside, looking at the city in the distance where the wall had been stained red, and even the rain and snow could not wash away the **** filth.

After the hillside, the morale of the army has fallen to a certain degree. Although it has been winning, the progress is really slow. Such a situation is that after taking the Vallo collar, there is no doubt that it is EBNER. ·The old fox in El Faro is fooling around.

Those violent and fearless ‘soldiers’ used blood and meat as their barriers to block their attack. After that, their advancement became slow, and each advancement required many soldiers’ lives.

But on the contrary, even though the soldiers and officers had casualties, the nobles did not have any casualties. They shrank to the rear, and they never thought about snatching military power, because every victory was in their wise leadership. Next...

What a group of **** guys!

Only the arrival of'Reinforcement' can boost the morale of the soldiers, and'Reinforcement' must also be'Leader of Wind'.

Now that everyone knows that the army of'Legend of Sorrow' came from the beginning of the war, there were more than 200 people at the beginning, but now there are more than 180 people left~www.NovelMTL.com~ But that's just two hundred "Many", leading them to win one victory after another, and those nobles will only say a few beautiful words, even the knights and officers under their hands have only a few words of praise for their'praises'. We won under the leadership of Sir XX,'We are soldiers of the XX family, and we are proud of it'.

Even Krylov III-he knows that his image is not very good in the eyes of the soldiers. In addition to those'promises that have not been fulfilled', the ability to command operations is only satisfactory, even if he wants to do something. Whatever, his reputation in the army is not as high as that of Tosolo Knight.

This is very dangerous. Krylov III knew it was a dangerous thing!

Even if he knew that his ‘teacher’ was not that kind of person, those annoying nobles always mentioned the malpractice of this matter in his ears...

If the Tosolo knight really wanted to, even if he cut the heads of the nobles present, the soldiers at the bottom would not say anything, they would just sit back and watch—even if they were themselves, probably there would only be some people Express dissatisfaction.

Thinking of this, Krylov III felt that if he once saw his own look, would he feel strange?

He sighed, rejected the coat handed by the servant, and turned and walked down the hillside.

‘I’m not such a great king as my father, but I have become a king after all! ’

The indecisive Krylov III temporarily retreated, and looking at the barracks behind the hillside, Krylov III's ambition returned.

"His Majesty--"

After Krylov III returned to the barracks, his herald rushed over and his face was full of surprises, "Come! They are finally here!"

"Our reinforcements, they are coming!"