Chetlow Manor

Everything here is weird now.

Lyca was sitting on the platform by the window, with one leg bent and the other hanging down naturally, he was looking out of the window, the carriages and attendants coming and going in the courtyard, and of course, the well-dressed nobles them.

Since the last escape, he was not taken back to the basement, but to a pointed tower next to the main building of the castle.Oh, but what does it matter, it's just a change from one cell to another.However, no matter what, it is still a place where the sun can shine, and you can even overlook the courtyard of the castle and the scene of the main building from here.

He could see Moen hurriedly passing by in the promenade of the castle main building, and he could also see this young man with black hair and blue eyes walking in the courtyard, sometimes stopping to stare at the castle Fields and villages outside.

Also, he would occasionally see the demon that he loathed so much, pressing his younger brother, kissing, hugging, doing all the intimate gestures of a lover in the world, and then this hateful man would sometimes look up, straight at Looking into his eyes, with a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the bars of the bars turned white, but there was nothing he could do.His roar was right in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound—God knows how Moen's proud self-esteem would be shattered if he knew that this was seen.

It wasn't Morn's fault, he thought, the man must have pushed him.

The door knocker, which hadn't been knocked for many years, was rusty, and now it was suddenly touched, and it creaked and groaned.Immediately afterwards, the heavy iron door was opened, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground.The moonlight had enveloped every corner of the castle. Hughden was wearing a well-fitting black tuxedo, with the buttons on his chest tightly buttoned.

"It's your time now, Laija, my friend." Huden's laughing voice reached his ears, and then the man turned and left, leaving the iron door open, and the loyal man behind him. knight.

How could he step into this dusty place?

Lai Jia's eyes fell on Huden's back, as if he wanted to pierce it, "Ohailis, what kind of trick are you playing?"

The man's straight back showed his arrogance, he didn't look back, and laughed loudly, "Lai Jia Lai Jia, what should I call you? Maybe before tonight it should be my dear brother, stepmother's son, but, After tonight, it will be dear Lyca Ransom, the future Viscount Ransom! Oh, it's delightful...”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lai Jia wanted to grab Hughden forward to make him speak clearly, but was dragged back by the knight behind him.

He was taken to a room with a strange layout. This room seemed to be divided into many layouts by a screen, and they were not connected to each other. However, the room was covered with thick carpets, and even the wall decorations seemed to be extremely ingeniously carved. It didn't look like any interrogation room, more like a parlor.

He was tied to a chair made of solid wood, which was extremely heavy and difficult to move, "Let go..." He growled.And the well-trained knight quickly stuffed his mouth with a piece of cloth, and all the remaining words disappeared.

One of the knights stayed by his side, standing still, while the other went around to the outside of the room.

After a while, there was another sound of moving the screen, but this time it did not come from the side of the room where he was.He vaguely heard the voice of Hughden talking in a low voice, as if he was coaxing some noble person who was not too happy. In the end, he didn't know what the person said. Huden laughed twice, and then there was a long period of silence. Then comes the word "bastard" written a little louder.

Lai Jia wondered in his heart, that voice...was so familiar, he knew who it was, so Lai Jia struggled vigorously, trying to make some noise, but was held down by the knight behind him.

There was the sound of the door opening for the last time.

Hughden led the Ransons to this specially decorated room.

Viscount Lanson seemed extra warm, although O'Hallis Hutton's age was considered to be his junior, and the relationship between the two seemed too complicated, but no matter who O'Hallis Hutton was, Now he is the head of the Huwden family, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke.

He is holding a series of handicraft workshops belonging to the Lanson family, as well as a large number of fiefs with tenant farmers.For God's sake, Viscount Lanson didn't want to provoke him, even though he was talking about some hellish cooperation on the surface, but everyone knew that this was not a matter of cooperation or not, it was simply asking for help.

Otherwise, the Lanson family's huge property would consume countless gold and silver coins every day, and blindly reducing expenses is not a long-term solution.

"Oh! This exquisite porcelain vase must look like a luxury product from the East." Viscount Lanson did not hesitate to praise any decoration in the room.

"Yes, it comes from China, that ancient and mysterious country." Huden seemed to be distracted by his words, and focused on introducing those expensive gadgets.

Viscount Lanson secretly slandered in his heart, look, no matter how powerful this duke is, he is only so young and likes these flashy things.

"It's true, it's simply a work of art!" Viscount Lanson rubbed his chin and said solemnly, "It seems that our thoughts on this aspect are so consistent, Your Highness, I believe we also agree on other aspects. There must be a consensus.”

Huden stroked the porcelain sculpture with one hand, and propped the other on the armrest of the sofa, looking a little careless, "Of course, I'd love to hear your thoughts."

After talking back and forth for a long time, the two still didn't talk positively about those handicraft workshops and the business of the Lanson family.

Viscount Lanson seemed a little anxious, and sighed: "Your Highness, about those handicraft workshops..."

"Oh, please wait a moment." Hughden looked up at the clock and sat up straight, "I think we can talk about this later, and today I will give you...and my dear Mrs. Bethel... He glanced at Mrs. Bethel who was fidgeting a little. It seemed that she was not so calm when facing her former stepson, "I have prepared a gift for you."

Lai Jia heard a sudden sound from the other side of the room, but there was no follow-up.

"Uh, what's that?"

"Cats." Hughden glanced back at the screen and said with a smile, "kittens in castles are always given preferential treatment, I think we can all understand."

"Let's talk about presents again, Viscount Lanson." Hughden sneered, enough trouble and drama, it's time to let all the dusty rotten goods be displayed in front of people again.

"what gift?"

"Laija." Seeing Mrs. Bethel's expression change from puzzlement to surprise, and Viscount Lanson was still in doubt, Huden explained, "Your eldest son, Laija, Laija Lanson."

"What?!" Mrs. Bethel exclaimed first, her face quickly flushed red, like an aging ball bulging again under the action of external force, "I thought he died long ago!"

"No one knows better than you what happened back then, Mrs. Bethel." Hughden's voice sounded a little cold, "Or, you two should know clearly, what exactly is the so-called eldest son? What's going on."

"This..." Viscount Lanson seemed to be shocked by the news. He looked at Hughden with a thunderous expression, not knowing how to react.

"Perhaps you are thinking that after I inherit the title, I will execute him or exile him." Huden played with the jade carving in his hand, his face remained calm, "But anyway, he is also my younger brother in name, My father didn't drive him away, but stayed in the castle, after so many years, there should be some brotherly feelings, right?"

To hell with it!Laika growled angrily in his heart.

"He, how is he now?" Mrs. Bethel couldn't restrain her emotions. An excited look appeared on the face of this middle-aged woman.

This is her first son, which not only represents her first young years, but also the crystallization of her and her husband's most loving moments.God knows, they really had nothing at that time, and maybe the means were a bit unbearable, but it was all for the future they could go on, and she didn't think there was anything wrong.

If it weren't for the huge amount of property brought out from the Hughden family back then, the Lanson family might not even be able to keep the title of viscount until now, or even the birth of the next three children has become unknown.

And this child, indeed, was the victim in this bloodless battle. Even though he was a symbol of shame for the Lanson family, he was still kept his status until today.

Hughden watched the couple's reactions with interest, filled with vengeance.But for some reason, he felt as if some fine needles were stuck in his heart. At this moment, he thought of Moen, that arrogant but innocent young master... Hughden raised his eyes to look at the screen behind the couple. glanced.

He hesitated before speaking, but he still suppressed the wavering in his heart.

"Laija is very good. Not only did he receive an orthodox education when he was a teenager, but he has grown into a tall, healthy man now." Huden described, turning his head and looking directly at Mrs. Bethel, "Oh , but today he and those handicraft workshops are a bunch of bundled gifts."

After all, Viscount Lanson still heard the voice-over, and he felt his heart sinking suddenly.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"You two, although I can understand the joy of regaining something lost, but..." Hughden shrugged, "Don't forget, your second son is also in my castle. After spending so many days together, I found that he is really a kind person. You are a very cute young master." The second half of Hughden's speech was very smooth.

"I really want to keep him." Hughden smiled, "Well, Moen, or Lai Jia and those handicraft workshops, you choose one of them."