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

"You are so awkward."

Hsueh Tark followed Lord Alden with his eyes, and couldn't help sighing as he stood on the steps and corridor.

Then.

Hsueh Tark followed Lord Alden.

Came to the open space on the side of the mansion.

There was a little boy with dark brown hair, about five or six years old, practicing swinging a wooden sword.

"Mutt, straighten your back."

Lord Alden said as he passed by.

"Yes, father." The childish voice responded obediently.

Hsueh Tark also saw the little boy.

"He is the second son, Mutt." Lord Alden commented objectively, "He is obviously going to be the heir, but he has not made any progress."

Hsueh Tark followed behind, and hearing what the Lord said reminded him of the past.

Back then, his father had made the same comment on him...

Screen switching.

The gray sky is about to rain.

[The color tone is obviously much darker. 】

【For Hugh Tark, this is a shadow...】

Little Hugh Tark stood in the open space, waving the wooden stick in his hand at the wooden man and wooden stake in front of him, trying to practice swordsmanship.

After practicing for many years, he did not make any progress.

At that time, his father and brother stood aside.

"Compared to him, Hugh Tark is a failure."

Hurgh Tark can still remember his father's words, which are engraved in his childhood heart.

【History is always surprisingly similar. 】

【The experience of this second son and Hugh Bao is so similar. 】

【Both fathers' right eyes were injured...】

Thinking of this, Hugh Tark couldn't help but feel depressed.

He grasped the longer wooden sword in his hand.

Hugh Tark took a standing posture ready to practice fighting.

Lord Alden folded his arms and watched from the side, saying: "The level of swordsmanship will be reflected in the posture."

"I will teach you the swordsmanship of the Alden family."

Hugh Talke was a little nervous and clenched the long sword in his hand.

Sweat broke out on his cheeks.

[But he is holding an axe, why is he practicing swordsmanship? ]

"What's wrong?" Lord Alden asked, as if he noticed Hugh Talke's nervousness.

Lord Alden looked down and saw Hugh Talke's hands trembling uncontrollably.

The wooden sword shook with the trembling.

[Hugh Bao practiced again, psychological trauma. ]

He came over.

Hugh Talke still couldn't help being nervous.

Lord Alden stretched out his hand and pressed it on Hugh Talke's shoulder.

"Don't worry, take a deep breath."

Hugh Talke was very surprised to hear the lord's voice become humble, comforting him?

"This is not your hometown."

Lord Alden said as he supported Huetal's arm, guiding and adjusting his posture and angle of holding the wooden sword.

[This duke is very considerate, and he also comforted Huetal about his hometown. ]

[So gentle, so considerate...]

[Lord Alden's ancestors were also people who left their hometown, he may understand the reason why Huetal trembled. ]

[Wow! This scene is really touching. ]

[Maybe Huetal once wanted his father to guide him like this...]

"Lord Alden, what do you think of Mutt?" Huetal couldn't help but speak.

Want to know what the lord thinks of his second son who "has not made progress".

"He is not as talented as his brother." Lord Alden commented objectively.

Huetal heard it and lowered his head, with sadness in his eyes.

The lord also thinks of his second son in this way.

He is also the second son.

There is also a dazzling brother above.

Hugh Tark thought of his own pressure and inferiority.

"But he worked hard."

Hush Tark's eyes were a little surprised.

Looking at Lord Alden, he continued: "The skills that have been accumulated over time will never let you down."

Lord Alden's eyes were filled with undeniable, "In the future, he will become a stronger knight than me."

[This is a good father. ]

[Foufu also said this to Ferren! ]

["In the future, he will achieve more brilliant achievements than me"]

Hearing the Lord's words, Hugh Tark nodded, "Is that so."

"You'd better tell this to Mute." Hugh Tark reminded with a smile.

"I often tell him this." Lord Alden said frankly, "That's why he is so proud and has not made any progress."

The Lord shrugged helplessly.

Hugh Tark smiled with relief. The Lord and his second son did not need his reminder.

"That's a big problem." Hugh Tark's tone became relaxed.

It was as if something was relieved.

[My youthful desire was satisfied, although it came a little late. ]

[He is a strict but gentle father. ]

[II'm going to cry. ]

[Same situation as Shuttlek, but treated differently. Fortunately, Shuttlek has a good brother. ]

Screen switching.

There was a plate full of donuts on the table. Philen opened her mouth and was about to eat one of the two in her hand.

"Hey? Do I have to practice etiquette too?" Philen looked across in surprise.

[Secret Technique: Dual-wielding donuts. ]

[Philen's face is round~]

[Three months later, one becomes "Fat Lun" and the other becomes "Fat Lian". ]

Purple mahogany sofa home, with a large number of books on the bookcase next to it.

Fullian and Philen sat on the sofa and looked at Lord Alden next to them.

He closed his eyes, and the butler Gabel next to him.

Lord Alden opened his eyes and emphasized, "This is a social banquet. Men of appropriate age are attending alone. Do you think it's appropriate?"

The only women who are familiar with Shuttlek are Philen and Fullian in their team.

【Tomato: There is a cycle of fate, and we share the responsibility of facing difficulties. 】

【Lord, you did a good job. 】

【Your Excellency, you did a good job! 】

Lord Alden looked at Fulilian on the side, "Or, is his mother willing to take him to participate?"

【Oh, Fulilian: Is she that old? 】

Fulilian did not mind, but turned her head and leaned forward, taking a donut from the table.

"Come on."

Took a bite to cheer for Philen.

Philen was stunned, his eyes lowered, and he realized that he also needed to practice etiquette.

【She didn't refute this address 23333】

【Fei Lun: Don't get involved...】

【Fei Lun: It's over. 】

【The donut in my hand suddenly lost its fragrance. 】

The scene changed.

A maid in a green maid outfit was combing Philen's purple hair with a wooden comb.

With a smooth luster.

Several maids came forward and arranged clothes for Philen.

Next scene.

Philen was wearing a lavender puff-sleeved top with a bright purple bow tied at the neckline, and a slightly darker purple skirt.

Accompanied by an older etiquette maid, she was sitting on a chair sipping tea.

Philen's eyes widened, as if she only thought it tasted good and couldn't taste anything.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to eat the donut in front of her, but the etiquette maid slapped her eager hand away.

[Hahaha, I was beaten and not allowed to eat. ]

[Fei Lun: Let's play market! ]

[It shouldn't be that I'm not allowed to eat. According to etiquette, you can't use your left hand to pick up things before the cup in your right hand has landed on the table. It's not elegant. ]