Dragon Family

Mrs. Grantham is very generous and generous.

Years after his mother passed away, Clays once again enjoyed the treatment of the young master of the Grantham family.A clean and spacious bathtub, bath water at a suitable temperature, and a fragrant bath liquid with a charming aroma...

"Shall I help you wipe your back?" McGee struggled out of the box.

"Please act as if you don't exist."

"I would like to. But tell me, how can a person pretend that he doesn't exist when he has a headache, sore throat and body pain? Since I was born, I have the strongest sense of existence now!"

"It will be stronger."

In the face of naked threats, McKee hates iron but steel. "Can't you learn from that great holy knight who unfortunately has the same name as you? Kindness, fraternity, tolerance... as long as you learn the same, you will have a different life!"

The object of being hated is taking a bath slowly.

McGee said to himself: "Speaking of which, you said that the person who injured me was Heidein Tajilis... Are you sure it is that Heidein Tajilis? The first magician?"

He was answered by the sound of splashing water.

"Isn't he teaching in St. Padres? The college is on vacation? Even if it's on vacation, there's no reason to let the tutors out to harm the society. Hey, Master Kerry, can you answer me?"

Chris said, "He's the victim."

"Aha! I'm so sorry for him. How dare I bother him to burn me to death... I should dig a fire pit and jump into it!" McGee suddenly stopped when he thought of something, "Oh no, no way ?” He stared at Cress, and tentatively asked, “Is it the glory of Gruson?”

Kress nodded, a rare joy appeared on his usually expressionless face.

McGee lay in the box and moaned, "God, I actually attacked Hydein! I actually stole the first magician's stuff! My God, I succeeded! I really want to die."

"Do it yourself." Chris came out of the water naked after taking a shower.

McGee squinted at his upturned buttocks, turned his face away uncomfortably, and said weakly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I knew earlier, I would definitely send the sword back in a shit."

"Because," Kress picked up the silk shirt hanging on the hanger - it was a new dress that Mrs. Grantham had prepared hastily, the best material, the latest style, but the size didn't fit, the shirt The robe hangs down to his knees, "It's mine now."

……

"Oh, yes!" McKee resurrected on the spot.He said excitedly: "Gruson's glory is in your hands, and if he wants to find someone to fry and stew, it shouldn't be me!"

Kress buttons his shirt. "He doesn't know."

McGee exclaimed in disbelief: "Are you a knight? Even if you are evil in nature, after being cultivated by the knight's code, you should grow up to be a normal person who constantly fights against your nature. You must be honest and hurt an innocent person." ...The weak will make you live in regret and guilt for the rest of your life, and I want to stop you from brewing tragedy."

Chris puts on his pants.It's also new, with cut marks on the bottom of the trousers.

McKee complained, which, as expected, had no effect.He hadn't known Kress for a long time, but he knew him very well—he had suffered too much.This man was a rock at all—a rock-hard exterior, a rock-hard heart, and nothing like the generous and benevolent knights that are popularly known.Fortunately, most of his life has been struggling in despair, setbacks are commonplace, and he quickly cheers up again. "So you saved me from the most powerful magician."

Cress fastened his belt, put on the brown-red neutral style coat that was also prepared by Mrs. Grantham, and carried the fragrance of his daughter, and tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror.

"I'm going to say something to compliment you." McKee tried to get his attention.

"I am listening."

"..." After observing for a period of time, McGee was sure that this unremarkable little dwarf had some incredible narcissistic tendencies. "If you weren't so ugly, I'd almost take you for Crys Savasadi."

Chris frowned almost invisibly.

"Rescue me from Hydein, your ability is not far behind him. What level are you?" He pretended to ask casually.

Kress looks at him.

"Fifth level? Sixth level?" Forgive McGee for being just a 2B youth who is full of dreamy yearning for knights but has no common sense.In his imagination, knights are omnipotent, and magicians with thin skin and tender flesh are completely vulnerable to them, and knights of the fifth and sixth ranks are more than enough to deal with top magicians.If the one who rescued him was the legendary head of the Holy Knights, Krys Sawasadi, then the only worry was which finger to use to poke Hydein to death.

Kress said smoothly, "The sixth step."

McKee said sourly: "Looking at your family background, it's not surprising."

There was a knock on the door, and the servant said respectfully, "Master Kerry, Madam invites you to come downstairs for dinner."

The door was opened silently, Kleis' nervous face appeared in the crack of the door, fingers restlessly grasped the hem of the new coat, and whispered: "Please tell her, I'll be right there."

McGee looked at Kles' indifferent face immediately after closing the door again, and said "tsk tsk", "You should join the theater. The majestic sixth-order knight used his weak and deceitful appearance to deceive the helpless woman and servants, what a splendor!"

Chris walked up to him.

McGee felt something was wrong, and was about to jump up from the box, when his left ankle was already caught by Kles.

"You're going to do..."

With a twist of his wrist, Chris easily broke his foot bone.

The clicking sound was transmitted from the ankle to McGee's soul. He twitched and popped out of the box. His mind was overwhelmed by the pain, and he flopped on the ground like a fish out of water, "Ah, you... this cruel villain! Crazy!"

Kleiss said, "You can't run far with one foot."

McGee fell to the ground, his lips were pale, he was sweating, and he couldn't speak a word.

Kles said, "Stay well until I come back."

McKee closed his eyes, refusing to respond.

"Then, achieve your ideals and help you become a knight."

McKee sneered.

Kress didn't intend to get his forgiveness either, so he lifted him back into the box with one hand, closed the lid, and went out.

The unfathomable and unfathomable corridor on the third floor in his memory was like a dying old man, showing his lifelessness in front of him.It had been his father's and Lady Grantham's palace, and he was strictly forbidden to come up here - not even dogs.How many times he stood at the stairs and peeped, not daring to take a step beyond the threshold. Now, he has become the owner of this place, but he doesn't feel any joy, as if the boy who was discriminated against had nothing to do with him.

He straightened the crooked paintings hanging on the side of the corridor, and then went downstairs with weak and weak steps.

There are three candlesticks on the five-meter-long dining table, and the endless twilight and candlelight illuminate the spacious and luxurious dining room.Mrs. Grantham was sitting at the dining table, her well-maintained handsome face was shining in the orange light, and her eyes were dull.

Kress walked up to her calmly, waiting quietly for her to find him.

"Oh, it's you." She quickly came back to her senses, and said something casually, and then remembered that the identity of the young man in front of her was not what it used to be, and she became enthusiastic again, and pulled him to the chief seat to sit down.

Kress refused again and again, but he couldn't refuse, and then his buttocks carefully touched the edge of the chair.

She greeted him attentively and treated him as a guest of honor.

Chris ate with trepidation.

There is a lot of fun at the dinner table, but under the dinner table, everyone is thinking about each other like a tide.

After dinner, Mrs. Grantham proposed to take a walk, and Cress obediently obeyed.

At this time, there is still a small half of the setting sun, and the fresh grass follows the afterglow, gently swaying in the breeze.

The shadows of Clays and Mrs. Grantham hugged each other, slowly dragging across the grass.

"What are your plans after inheriting the manor?" Mrs. Grantham asked straightforwardly, tired of going around in circles.

Kress was dumbfounded by the question.He obviously had no plans.

Mrs. Grantham said: "The production situation of the manor is good, and there is... a net income of five or six thousand gold coins every year."

Chris stared at her blankly.

"I think it's best to stay put, don't you, Kerry."

"Yes, of course."

"However, money is too easy to depreciate. Putting it at home is equivalent to being stolen little by little. Your father and Master Aaron are best friends. Over the years, the surplus money of the manor has been entrusted to him to take care of it, and there are dividends every year. I don't think there is any need to change that."

"Ah."

"And Audrey's marriage. I should mention the Humphrey family to you. This is one of the oldest and most noble families in Shamanlier. The emperor gave them three points of courtesy. Audrey can marry What an honor it is to be part of such a family! We must not lose face, let alone let them feel that we have the slightest disrespect. According to my opinion, we should share at least one-third of the family property as a dowry." She looked carefully Kress, if he doesn't want to, she has to make another plan.

Kress seemed to have no problem with this, and kept nodding.

His performance reassured Lady Grantham's last scruples.She decided to have a showdown.

"Okay. Kerry, you have to keep calm and use your best courage. What I'm about to say next will be a disaster for us all. I never thought that I would bear such great pain in my lifetime. It made me die of pain several times. Only you and Audrey are my concern, and I continue to breathe for you, even if it hurts me more than death!"

Chris tentatively stretched out his hand, but was quickly grabbed by her.

Mrs. Grantham pressed her body weight on him, let go of her arms, and cried bitterly, venting her grievances, fear and despair for many days.

"Your father..."

"my husband……"

"Audrey's most reliable and kindest guide..."

"Abandoned us seven days ago and went on the road alone."

Seeing Kress with a dazed face, she secretly cursed his IQ, and said heartbrokenly, "He passed away."

Kress opened his mouth wide, closed his eyes, and fell straight down.

When he woke up leisurely, he was already in Master Grantham's study before his death.Brand-new and heavy academic works of all kinds are placed on the bookshelves, and the portrait of Lord Grantham hangs in the middle of the bookshelves, with a confident and proud expression, as if these works were all written by him.But everyone in the family knew that he only touched these books when they were put on.

"Is it better?" Mrs. Grantham dutifully played the role of good mother.

Kress asked: "Father, he has really..."

"Yes. When you are better, I will take you to see him. You are his only unfulfilled wish before he died. He always told me that it is a wise choice for you to inherit the inheritance, because you will take good care of him. Me and Audrey. You are the most trustworthy filial son." Mrs. Grantham asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Kress was about to nod when he heard a "bang" outside.

Mrs. Grantham frowned. "It must be Mark's cat. It always likes to wander around."

"I'm a little dizzy, can I see my father tomorrow? I'm not ready enough yet."

"Okay." Mrs. Grantham added another "coward" to his evaluation.

Kress came out of the study and calmly returned to the room.

The abandoned boxes and open windows seemed to mock how futile his warning was.