Duke of Grief

"Father, father..."

The son of the Marquis of El Faro broke into his father’s study and looked at his well-dressed father sitting behind his desk. He stuttered and asked, "You, are you really going to the front?"

"Yeah, as you said, the front line can no longer support it. After all, we have been losing. If we go on like this, we will lose."

The coat was held in the hand by the old maid standing on the side. The Marquis of El Faro, wearing a gray shirt, sat behind the desk and carefully arranged the task.

After his departure, several Viscounts will manage the El Faro collar on his behalf, but some things must be ordered in advance, because those things are only a few people know, he must explain these things clearly, otherwise if He is dead, so it is difficult for the El Faro collar to continue to run.

Even if it was not the few viscounts who ruled El Faro afterwards, but the people of Krylov III, he must have explained these things clearly, because he was a'noble'!

Since being a nobleman, it is inappropriate to drag down the entire territory with personal hatred, this is the real nobleman.

Descendants of the "Bauhinia" family will die gracefully even if they want to die. If they want to ``come to the end with themselves'' when they die, it will be too ugly.

"Yes, but..."

The earl of the marquis opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

Once this war starts, there is no room for retreat for the Rezer family or the El Faro family. Only one of the two families can survive, and the family will step onto the throne with the corpse of the other family , Put on a crown.

He had also dreamed of becoming a king, thinking that if the El Faro family could win, then after the death of his father, he could also become the king of this country.

But one defeat after another awakened him from the dream, and gradually, he also understood that the odds of the El Faro family were gradually decreasing.

By now, the El Faro family has little chance of winning...

"father……"

After a moment of silence, the eldest son of the marquis awakened from the churning mind, and suddenly a courage burst into his heart. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let's run!"

This was the only time in his life that he rebelled against his father's decision. No matter what his father said before, he would always accept it and silently accept it, but this time he resisted.

The old maid standing by the side was startled by the low voice of'Young Master'. She looked at the'Young Master' who seemed to have been different, because no one in this family dared to resist any decision of'Master'. Even the young master who has experienced a period of rebellion is the same.

The nib paused, and Marquis El Faro raised his head in surprise, his mouth slightly raised, and he was surprised: "Yale, my son, you dare to resist me..."

Hearing the words of Marquis El Faro, ‘Yale’ shrank his neck, his cowardice flashed in his eyes, but then he gritted his teeth and stared at his father.

"that is really good!"

The son of the Marquis of El Faro, a middle-aged man whom he called ‘Yell’, suddenly stunned, and he was stunned and stayed on his face. He couldn’t believe that his father praised himself? After he was twelve years old, he never heard even a similar praise from his father's mouth.

"Father..." Yell's mouth murmured, but he saw that his father lowered his head again.

"Felly, go to my room and take the book on the third floor of the second bookshelf." Marquis El Faro bowed his head and told the maid who had taken care of herself for half his life.

The old maid standing there nodded. "Yes, lord."

The old maid hung the coat on the coat rack, then pushed the door away from the study.

After she left, only Marquis El Faro and his son were left in the room.

"Yale, I will send you away."

In the end, it was the Marquis of El Faro who broke the silence. He did not raise his head and continued to write on his paper what was in his mind.

"Leave? Where?" Yell's eyes flashed a panic. "No! Father, you are going to die, right?"

"No, Yer, I'm not going to die..." Even now, the Marquis of El Faro still smiled, "I'm going to take my soldiers to victory."

The panicked Marquis elder stepped back half a step. He still did not awaken from the shadows of many years, but somehow had the courage to drive him to continue: "No, father, if you are going to take the soldiers Why do you want to send me away when you meet the victory?"

Yell's eyes were flushed, and he looked at his father. He shouted steadily, "Father, answer me!"

"Because you are no longer from the El Faro family!"

The Marquis of El Faro stopped the pen, put the pen down, and blew the ink on the paper, picked up the paper in front of him, turned it over, and showed Yer a clear look, "This is proof, From now on, I want to sever the father-son relationship with you, and take your wife and son away! You must not take away your family's property, but I can only focus on the relationship between you and my father and son for many years. Let you take some people away and become a pioneer lord!"

After a pause, Marquis El Faro stood up, looked at his son who was still there, and smiled, "Yale, you are free, you don't have to listen to me anymore."

"No! Father--"

The eldest son of the marquis was angry, but was knocked out by the old maid who suddenly appeared behind him with a knife.

The body of the eldest marquis fell forward and was hugged by the old maid to stop the fall.

"Master, are you talking about this one?"

The old maid held up the book in her hand and looked at the eldest son of the marquis with a gentle look.

"Yes, that is the book."

With a smile, Marquis El Faro picked up a letter from the table, "Put this letter together with this book in the carriage of Hyeres! By the way, Philly, it's all about this time, Will you still follow me?"

"of course!"

After holding the eldest son of the Marquis on the sofa~www.NovelMTL.com~ This woman, who looks only 30 or 40 years old, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Who made you my old man?"

"Then let Melo go with Yer, let their two brothers work hard, and with their abilities, as long as they are willing to endure hardship, should they live a good life?"

The Marquis of El Faro straightened his waist and stood behind his desk. The old maid looked against the sun, as if she had seen ‘Ebner Bauhinia El Faro’ standing there many years ago.

Even now the Lord Marquis of El Faro has become thin and aging, but his posture is still upright!

The Marquis of El Faro bypassed the desk, took the letter, took the book, and asked the old maid to help him put on his coat and walked out of the study.

"Mello!"

The old maid followed Marquis El Faro out of the door and called out to her son leaning against the wall.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Melo saw the neatly dressed Marquis El Faro beside her mother, and she became nervous for some reason.

"Mello, please help me pass this letter and this book to Yer."

The old maid didn’t answer Merlot, but the Marquis of El Faro patted Merlot’s shoulder and smiled: “I have nothing to say, so I can only give you something—I’m going to throw the entire Elfa The Luo family's property is for you, do it well, my son!"

Hearing the words of the Marquis of El Faro, Merlot was struck by lightning and froze in place, watching his mother and his uncle disappear.

Sitting in a comfortable carriage, the old maid rested quietly on Marquis El Faro's arm. Marquis El Faro looked out of the glass window, and the sun in the late winter warmed the heart.

Looking at the sun and listening to the faint cries, Ebena Elfaro looked lonely, "Time is running out..."

He sighed, and then set off.