I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Philen came up to remind him, "Enough for three meals a day with dessert for a whole year."

Flillian listened to Feilun's conversion.

[Accountant eggplant, hahaha. ]

[(What a wonderful conversion)]

"Add another magic book." Fullian spoke to Lord Alden and made another request.

Philen looked at Fullian with a complicated look.

[Don't forget your original intention, an old thing who likes magic books. ]

[She really loves magic books. ]

Lord Alden turned around, "Pick any one from the library and take it away."

Seeing this.

Several people have discussed the next plan.

"Wait." Hugh Tark waved his hand quickly, indicating that he had not agreed yet!

"I can't do it."

[The organization has decided 23333]

He lifted his hair and showed his injured forehead to Lord Alden.

"First, what should I do with the wound on my forehead?"

【Tie up your hair, so handsome, woo woo woo. 】

Lord Alden lowered his eyes and looked sideways at Hugh Turk, "I have informed the people that Wilt is recovering from his injuries."

Lord Alden turned around, pointed to his forehead, and signaled Hugh Turk.

"That is an honorable injury."

Hugh Turk's face was sweating, and he was speechless.

Fellen stepped back at this time and put his hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Hugh Turk."

"This is for travel expenses."

Hearing Fellen's persuasion, Hugh Turk was deflated and complained in a compromised manner, "So sad..."

【It's like entrusting a great responsibility. 】

【Heaven has given a great responsibility to this person. 】

【The wilted tomatoes are cute~】

【Hugh Turk has to support a family of three at a young age. 】

"Gabel, teach him all the etiquette." Lord Alden ordered the white-haired butler beside him.

Butler Gabel bowed.

He led the people of Hugh Tark to customize a set of clothes for Hugh Tark.

Hugh Tark closed his eyes and let the butler Baikal do whatever he wanted.

Then.

Butler Baikal took Hugh Tark to the stable and taught him to ride a horse.

Poor Hugh Tark sat in front of Baikal, and was led by the white-haired and white-bearded old man to ride a horse.

Butler Baikal closed his eyes and made elegant gestures with his hands.

Hugh Tark, who was facing him, was helpless and followed the butler to learn the dance of aristocratic etiquette.

He followed the steps in the hall.

[Young Master Crash Course. ]

[This horse riding really made me laugh to death]

[I'm already imagining the scene of Hugh Bao and Philen riding together in the future. ]

Screen switching.

Zain found a tavern in the city fortress and chatted with others.

[Zain is still the same, showing off his beer in the tavern. ]

On the other side.

Philen and Fulilian were sitting in the reception room of the mansion. Philen was enjoying the dessert with a donut in his hand.

Fulilian was holding a cup of tea and savoring the aftertaste of the tea.

At night.

Hugh Tark was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Before Hugh Tark had enough sleep, a dazzling light came through the window.

Butler Gabel opened the heavy curtains.

Hugh Tark sat up from the bed angrily, dissatisfied with butler Baikal waking him up so early.

In addition.

At night, Hugh Tark was still in the study, reading under the guidance of butler Baikal.

[When you are carrying a heavy burden, there will always be someone to keep you in peace. ]

[Except Hugh, everyone is enjoying themselves, hahahaha. ]

[It's not easy to support a family of four...]

[The world where only Hugh is injured is achieved. ]

During the day, when Philen was in the corridor, he saw a man named Hugh Tark in aristocratic clothes walking towards him.

He lowered his head, his body swayed weakly, and his arms swayed.

He looked like a zombie.

Seeing this.

"Mr. Hugh Tark, how is your etiquette practice?" Philen asked with concern.

"It's hell." Hugh Tark replied weakly.

Staggering to Philen, Hugh Tark paused slightly and knelt on one knee.

He stretched out his right hand, lifted up Philen's left hand, and performed a standard hand-holding etiquette.

Hugh Tark looked up and looked at Philen, "How is it?"

The hem of his tuxedo fell to the ground, and his eyes only looked at Philen.

[Ah? Little Tomato, you are so handsome? 】

[Is it so sudden? I'm not mentally prepared. 】

[Oh my, oh my, so handsome! ! ! ! ! ! ]

[I declare that the two of you will be married forever! ! ! ]

[Puff, marriage is intrusive. ]

From a rough warrior to a well-mannered wealthy noble.

Philen lowered his head and blinked, his eyes were indescribably turbulent, and he just looked atHe.

"Not suitable for you."

"Too much." Hugh Talker complained weakly.

With his head down and his legs propped up, Hugh Talker stood up and added, "I'll go outside to smell the fresh air."

Wandering dejectedly, he walked outside.

Philen looked forward, and after Hugh Talker passed her, she glanced at Hugh Talker.

Raising her left hand, Philen looked down.

The hand that Hugh Talker had just raised with standard etiquette.

[Philen was actually touched, right? She was still savoring it! ]

[Philen: It would be nice if there was a ring. ]

[Wow, I'm stumbling. ]

In the hall, Lord Alden stood on the stairs.

He looked up at the painting above.

He remained silent for a long time.

"Lord Alden." Hugh Talker walked down the stairs and found Lord Alden standing here.

Lord Alden turned around and said to Hugh Turk, "I've told you so many times, call me father."

He turned around and glanced at Hugh Turk and warned, "Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

[Hahahaha, you really treat me as your son? ]

[Good guy, you recognize a foster father. ]

"Isn't that too cold?" Hugh Turk lowered his eyes.

He looked up at Lord Alden, "Your son has only been dead in battle for less than two months."

Let an outsider like him call him father?

Hearing Hugh Turk's words, Lord Alden shrugged his shoulders, "I am obeying my son's last words."

[Lord Alden cares about his son so much. ]

[For his son, it is his greatest wish for someone to play him to stabilize morale, right? ]

Lord Alden turned around and looked at his son's portrait, "I have prepared a substitute for this."

"Although he doesn't look like him as much as you do."

Lord Alden's tone was melancholy.

[Are you also a Stand user? ]

I can feel that he cares about his son's attitude.

After a pause, Lord Alden said, "Indeed, this makes me a little uncomfortable."

When Lord Alden said this, the corners of his mouth curved up with a smile, and his tone softened.

Hsuehtalk seemed to be able to empathize.

"But this is also my son's will."

The portrait occupied the big screen at this time.

The young red-haired warrior with a bright smile, his eyes full of confidence.

Lord Alden turned around, "Please accompany me to the end."

After that, he walked down the stairs.

[The Duke is also very sad, but he can't show his emotions. ]

[The more I look at him, the more he looks like Tomato's brother. ]

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Some readers reported that this chapter is watery.

I really can't help it--the plot is routine here, it will be fine tomorrow (*╹▽╹*)