From Baron's Second Son to Dragon Rider

At this moment, Baron Kral was sitting beside the road on Purington Avenue. It was unknown whether it was due to excessive blood loss or inner fear. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed despair.

He knew that he was about to face a huge disaster, and his heart was filled with endless regret.

With trembling hands, he tore the dark blue dress he had always cherished into strips of cloth.

These strips of cloth once symbolized his noble status, but now they could only be used to bandage the hideous wound on his right shoulder.

.Every time it was entangled, it would cause a burst of heartbreaking pain, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed himself from making a sound.

Then, he mobilized the remaining fighting energy in his body and gathered it on the muscles around the wound with difficulty. As the fighting spirit surged, the muscles in his right shoulder were forcibly squeezed together.

This was a method that his father, Baron Arman, taught him when he first went to war as a young man to quickly stop the wound from bleeding.

At that time, his father was not a baron, but an ordinary knight in the Moonlight Mushroom family. However, he was brave and heroic, and he was very powerful. He was only one step away from becoming a great knight. With his own strength and excellent personality, he Arman, his father, was successfully promoted to the nobility and entered the true aristocracy.

There were many times when Krall tossed and turned in the middle of the night, unable to sleep.

He compared himself to his father again and again, and the results made him miserable.

He found that he was completely different from his father. Not only was he unable to make contributions like his father, he even had to give away the foundation that his father had built through so much hard work.

The physical pain is no longer important, but the inner suffering is more important. Every bit of pain and every bit of torment is like a sharp sword, deeply piercing Krall's soul.

He really didn't expect that he would do such a stupid thing.

If he could turn back time, he would rather get drunk and fall into unconsciousness than offend the noble Grand Duke. Compared with losing face, the predicament he faced now simply made him worse off than die.

Krall, who had made such a big mistake, knew that he had no shame in returning to the station, and he did not want to become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

He decided to stay in Purington Street and wait quietly for the arrival of his master, Earl Stephen.

Presumably after such a long time, Earl Stephen has already known the whole story, and perhaps even his sentence has been drawn up.

Krall's heart became heavier and heavier, and he didn't know what kind of punishment was waiting for him.

Maybe he was stripped of his title and exiled to a remote place; maybe he was subjected to more severe torture, or even death... Various speculations flooded his mind, making it almost impossible for him to bear the pressure.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Krall had lost the sense of time in his mind. He only knew that waiting for the verdict was far more torturous than the moment he was sentenced.

So after seeing Earl Stephen's arrival, he had no reason to feel any relief.

The first words spoken by Earl Stephen, who came in a hurry with a group of vassals, made Krall despair.

"You betrayed my trust in you, Clar Oats!"

Earl Stephen said to Krall in front of him with a tone full of disappointment.

What happened today was too passive for him, and he had absolutely no countermeasures to protect his own interests.

At that celebration banquet, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, letting that old fox Daniel cut his flesh with a knife.

All of these are the good deeds of the guy in front of him, the Baron of the Deep Water Territory who he legally recognizes.

Looking at the pale guy in front of him who could barely stand, Count Stephen also recalled the time when he and Arman fought side by side when they were young.

Oh, yes, at that time, Arman asked his wife to mediate the marriage contract between the little guy Krall and the Golden Rose family.

Thinking of Arman, Count Stephen showed a look of nostalgia on his face.

It's a pity that Arman left a good set of cards to future generations, but he was beaten to pieces by his stupid son.

"Armen is an excellent knight and an excellent nobleman, but he is not a qualified father. At the very least, he should not choose to make you the heir to the title."

Ignoring Baron Krall's pleading eyes, Count Stephen began to judge Krall for his crimes.

"Baron of Deepwater Territory, Krall Oats, committed murder in the street, flouted the laws of the kingdom, attacked the Grand Duke's herald, and shall be punished for several crimes..."

Looking at Krall who was paralyzed on the ground, Earl Stephen still felt a trace of unbearability in his heart.

After all, before Arman died, he left himself a final letter. The scrawled handwriting on the letter was enough to prove how bad Arman's state was at that time.

The letter only mentions some of the wonderful times they spent hunting on horseback when they were young.

It was not until the end that he added that if his son made a big mistake in the future, he hoped that Stephen would spare his life for the sake of their years of brotherhood.

Other than that, there is nothing more to ask for.

"well……"

He sighed silently in his heart. This was the last thing he could do. He hoped that Arman wouldn't blame him down there.

"Several crimes will be punished simultaneously. The title of baron will be revoked, the fiefdom of Deepwater Territory will be deprived, all elves will be deprived of it, the surname will not be allowed to be retained, and all property will be confiscated."

Klar trembled all over after hearing the verdict, fear filled his mind, he could no longer hear other voices, he only heard that everything he had now would be taken away, he would lose his identity, his property, and even his surname would not be allowed to be kept.

But soon, another sentence from Count Stephen pulled Klar's sanity back from the edge of collapse.

"However, considering the contribution of the first generation of Deepwater Baron Alman, I will lend your family a manor with a good area as your shelter.

You are allowed to enjoy the right to live, use and tax this manor for ten years."

"But in the same way, your second son, Klas, will be expelled from the Red Flame Knights, he will not be allowed to keep the Knights' equipment, and he will also be deprived of the title of knight."

Although the treatment is a world of difference compared to the previous baron, for Klar at this time, it is already very good to be able to save his life.

"Thank you! Thank you for your kindness, Lord Earl! I, Klar, will remember your kindness to me for the rest of my life! I am willing to sacrifice my life for you just to repay you a little."

This result has already surprised Klar. After all, committing a crime in front of the Grand Duke and attacking someone's herald, it is not too much to drag him out and kill him directly!

Although the price he paid was also very high, it was better than death, and he could still have a manor to live in and collect taxes for ten years. This time was enough for him to buy a set of plate armor for his second son to make achievements.

Looking at the fat man in front of him who was crying and grateful to him, Count Stephen had completely lost the desire to talk to him.

Left a sentence:

"You should thank your father the most." Then he turned and left.

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