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"Father." Fred opened the door of the room and looked at the old duke standing by the window with his back to them. The old duke didn't turn around when he heard the voice. Fred just looked at Lestrade and nodded.

Lestrade pursed his lips and walked in anxiously. After closing the door, Fred just leaned against the door and smoked. He didn't stay alone at the door with Lestrade.

Lestrade looked at the stalwart figure leaning on the window sill, and as he stepped forward, he carefully checked the collar of his shirt and his hair, lest he might be a little rude in front of the old Duke.

"My lord the Duke of Lancashire!" Lestrade slowly lowered his head towards the back of the old duke. The stalwart figure that covered the sun began to move slowly when he heard the sound, and his turn brought the whole room into a panic. Light changes.

The voice of the old duke was dull and majestic. He lifted Lestrade's chin and said lightly: "I have told you many times, call me father! The person you should call father has always been me, not Needlework Street The banker on [1]."

Lestrade nodded, never daring to look at the old Duke, just staring at the red ribbon on the Duke's body and replied: "Yes!"

The old prince was holding a pipe in his hand, he held the tobacco in his mouth and said solemnly: "Is the matter in France finished?"

"Yes!"

"If it's over... how did you promise me? The job of inspector has no future for you. I managed to find you a job in the navy. You have to fight for yourself! I sent you to Angers at the beginning The Pinherol Military Academy hopes that you can achieve a title for yourself by relying on military merits, just like Arthur Wellesley [2].

At the very least... I can proudly put my family name in front of your name, instead of following a ballet dancer's surname Lestrade for the rest of my life, don't you want to be someone in the eyes of others all your life? Bastard? "

Lestrade raised his eyes slightly to see the old Duke with drooping eyelids, who was gloomyly looking at the pipe in his hand.Lestrade licked his lips and said softly: "But she is my mother..."

"Of course! Even though I have regretted what I have done countless times, I can't change the fact that your mother is a ballet dancer. But Greg, you are a good boy, you shouldn't waste your life like this, you are better than Waltz It is more worthy of being a distinguished and respected gentleman."

After finishing speaking, the old duke slowly put his right hand on Lestrade's shoulder, stroked Lestrade's cheek and smiled slowly: "Look! My son! You have inherited my wisdom and your mother's beauty Make good use of these talents!" After that, he let go of his hand, took out a note from his pocket, and handed it over, saying: "Mrs. Let's make a verbal marriage contract a reality!"

Lestrade took the note indifferently without saying a word, and the old duke said, "Okay, that's it! If there is anything else, I will let Fred inform you again."

The old duke's answer was indisputable and there was no room for negotiation. Lestrade just bowed slightly, and left the room in a proper manner and walked out the door.He never dared to contradict the Duke of Lancashire, because it would disappoint his only father.

Seeing Lestrade's lonely expression, Fred only whispered: "I know you don't want to, but father's decision is not wrong. Marrying Mrs. Pembasa and making good use of her power can guarantee you All the way to the top in the army, when you have everything you should have...any young, beautiful woman can have it.

You're a man Greg, take heart!Your father has placed great hopes in you. You are the only illegitimate child who has been treated so favorably in the whole of England. You know this better than anyone else, don’t you? "

illegitimate child!Favor?

Lestrade raised the corners of his lips slightly, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at Fred's words, or he was laughing at the "favorable treatment" he had received.

Fred patted him on the shoulder and closed the door. Lestrade looked at the note in his hand and laughed at himself. He turned and said to himself: "If you marry her, everything will be over, everything will be over. !"

Lestrade couldn't help quickening his pace, wanting to leave this suffocating place, but Lord Waltz once again blocked the intersection where he wanted to flee again.

Waltz's index finger with a white glove only slightly poked Lestrade's chest. Even though he looked up at Lestrade, who was taller than himself, Waltz still laughed dismissively: " How about it? Did your father ask you to marry that old woman in Pembasha? Marry a 40-year-old woman! Marry an old woman who has been married! After marriage, live in the ancestral house of the dead husband and endure your old wife Secretly having fun every night... this must be fun, right?"

When Waltz said this, he suddenly pushed Lestrade. Lestrade staggered and leaned against the stone pillar behind him. He tried his best to restrain his mental and physical self-esteem because of being trampled on, and he wanted to vomit. a feeling of.

Waltz still stood there looking at him, and said with a sinister smile: "A bastard is a bastard, don't try to inherit the same surname as me. Also! Do your best to be a good face to Mrs. Pembasa, after all, at your age... It’s not a hot commodity! The Miss Holmes is not something you can get high on, even if she is just a lowly squire’s daughter, she is also the younger sister of Mycroft Holmes! Hmph~”

After saying that, Waltz turned around and wanted to leave, but Lestrade suddenly said, "Stay away from her, don't think of her!"

"What are you, dare to threaten me..."

All of a sudden, Lestrade rushed forward and grabbed Waltz's expensive collar, and said word by word: "Be quiet! Father never likes you, even if you are a Your lord is a legitimate child, and your father still doesn't like you! Isn't it funny that a person like you is jealous of an illegitimate child?"

"Do you think your father likes you?" Waltz tried hard to break free from Lestrade's control, but he couldn't do it, so he just laughed: "Father only likes people who are useful to him and the family. I am useless, and you are too. Not much better! Bastards..."

"Ah!" Waltz was pushed to the ground by Lestrade, and his soft hand like a woman was instantly scratched by the rough and hard floor tiles.

Lestrade squatted beside him, looking at him with eyes like a falcon, making people palpitate.

"At least I still have value to use, unlike you, a useless person! Waltz, I told you to stay away from her, otherwise you did those things outside... Let your father know, you may not even be able to enter the house .”

Lestrade tilted his head sideways with a strand of brown hair hanging down his forehead. He looked at Waltz unscrupulously. His eyes quickly changed from initial contempt to pity. At the end, he just patted Waltz and said with a faint smile: "sad!"

Are you talking about him or yourself?

Lestrade smiled lightly and shook his head, feeling a damn conflict in his heart.

He walked out alone, rudely tore off the tie around his neck, took out the tin box containing cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, put it in his mouth, and walked out of the embassy impatiently.

All the luxury and the so-called high class here made him sick to the point of being unbearable, but to some extent he yearned so much if he was born to be one of them.

At least, he is qualified to invite Athena to dance a waltz in a fair manner.

When the feast was over, Athena took Mycroft's arm into the carriage.Mycroft, who was sitting across from her, was still angry at his bold actions at the banquet. Mycroft pointed to her little head and complained: "You are really getting bolder, you know what it is place?"

"You are not a hero to save the beauty in the end, come out and invite me to dance?" Athena suddenly sat next to Mycroft while she was speaking, and she leaned on her brother's shoulder and said coquettishly.

"Hmph~ Seeing you want to show off so much, how can I let you down?" Mycroft leaned his face on Athena's hair, and sighed slowly: "I will never let you down." You won't be disappointed!"

"But the life there is not suitable for you. Everyone there is rigid like a clockwork clock. My little sister—you are free and romantic by nature. How can you like that kind of life?"

Mycroft clenched Athena's fingers, and said lightly: "It's enough to see the scene, don't leave too deep a memory in their hearts. Everyone in there has to calculate the past." It's no good to be missed by them for a lifetime, and I don't want you to be involved in such a life because of me."

As he spoke, Mycroft slowly raised her hand and kissed the back of his sister's hand.

Athena also raised her head slowly, looked at Mycroft and suddenly asked: "Mike, why did Inspector Lestrade appear there? You know, if you didn't deliberately bring me here today to spread rumors , I can’t get into that kind of occasion in my capacity, let alone Lestrade? He’s just a small Scotland Yard detective!”

Mycroft held his sister's hand, and after a long silence, he just shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Athena listen to me and stay away from Lestrade, so as not to get him into more trouble!

That poor kid...has enough trouble!And for him, you are definitely a temptation that can shake your determination, don't give people unrealistic fantasies for no reason, especially fantasies that you will never fulfill. "

Athena tilted her head, she didn't understand what Mycroft said.He was just dissatisfied and said: "You tell me to stay away from this one, and you tell me not to get close to that one. Am I a plague or something?"

Mycroft chuckled softly: "Oh dear! No one can match you in my heart. You are the sun they can't reach from far away. Staying away from them is to give them a way out. Otherwise, how many Are people heartbroken on the way to pursue you?"