"Father, Father......"

The son of the Marquis of Elfaro broke into his father's study, looked at his father, who was sitting behind the desk, who was already fully dressed, and stammered: "You, are you really going to the front?"

"Yes, like you said, the front line can't hold anymore, after all, we have been losing, and if we continue like this, we will lose. ”

The coat was held in the hand of the old maid standing aside, and the Marquis of Elfaro, wearing a gray shirt, sat behind his desk, carefully arranging the tasks.

After he leaves, several viscounts will manage the Elfaro Territory on his behalf, but there are some things that must be ordered in advance, because only a few people know about those things, and he must explain these things clearly, otherwise if he dies, it will be difficult for the Elfaro Territory to continue to operate.

Even if it wasn't the viscounts who ruled Elfaro later, but Krylov III's people, he would have explained these things clearly, because he was a 'noble'!

Since you are a nobleman, you should not drag down the entire territory with personal grudges, this is the real noble.

Even if the descendants of the 'Bauhinia' family want to die, they must die gracefully, and if they want to 'die together' with themselves when they die, it will be too ugly.

"But, but ......"

The eldest son of the marquis opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Once this war starts, then neither the Rezer family nor the Elfaro family will have room to retreat, only one of the two families will survive, and the other family will step on the corpse of the other family to ascend to the throne and wear the crown.

He had also dreamed of becoming a king, thinking that if the Elfaro family could win, then he would be able to become the king of the country after his father's death.

But one defeat after another woke him up from his dreams, and gradually, he also understood that the odds of the Elfaro family were gradually decreasing.

Today, the Elfaro family has little chance of winning......

"Father's ......"

After a moment of silence, the eldest son of the marquis woke up from his churning mind, and a surge of courage suddenly surged in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Let's run!"

This was the only time in his life that he rebelled against his father's decision, no matter what his father said before, he would always accept it, silently accept it, but this time he resisted.

The old maid standing next to her was startled by the low roar of the 'young master', and she looked at the 'young master' who seemed to have changed in a daze, because no one in this family dared to resist any decision of the 'master', not even the young master who had gone through a rebellious period.

The tip of the pen paused, and the Marquis of Elfaro raised his head in surprise, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said in surprise: "Yère, my son, you finally dare to resist me......"

Hearing the words of the Marquis of Elfaro, 'Yair' neck shrunk and cowardice flashed in his eyes, but then he gritted his teeth and looked directly at his father.

"That's great!"

The son of the Marquis of Elfaro, the middle-aged man whom he called 'Yar', was suddenly stunned, and his stunned expression remained on his face, he could not believe that his father had praised him, and he had not heard a word of praise from his father after he had turned twelve.

"Father......" Yael snorted, but he saw that his father had lowered his head again.

"Fili, go to my room and bring the copy of The Mage's Enlightenment on the third floor of the second shelf. The Marquis of Elfaro bowed his head and instructed the maid beside him, who had taken care of him for half his life.

The old maid standing beside her nodded, "Yes, sir." ”

The old maid hung her coat on the coat rack and pushed the door open and left the study.

After she left, only the Marquis of Elfaro and his son were left in the room.

"Yar, I'll send you away. ”

In the end, it was the Marquis of Elfaro who broke the silence, and without looking up, continued to write down what was in his head on paper.

"Where's leaving?" a flash of panic flashed in Yael's eyes, "No, father, you're going to die, aren't you?"

"No, Yael, I'm not going to die......" Even now, the Marquis of Elfaro still has a smile on his lips, "I'm going to take my soldiers to meet the victory." ”

The panicked marquis's eldest son took half a step back, he still hadn't woken up from the shadows of the years, but for some reason there was a sense of courage that drove him to continue: "No, father, if you are going to take the soldiers to meet the victory, why did you send me away?"

Yer's eyes were red, and he looked at his father, and he cried out with all his might: "Father, answer me!"

"Because you're not from the Elfaro family anymore!"

The Marquis of Elfaro stopped his pen, put the pen down, blew the ink on the paper, picked up the paper in front of him, turned it over, and let Yair see it clearly, "This is proof, from now on, I will sever the father-son relationship with you, and take your wife and son with you! You are not allowed to take away any of the family's property, but in the memory of your father-son relationship with me for many years, I can let you leave with some people and become a pioneer lord!"

After a pause, the Marquis of Elfaro stood up, looked at his son who was staying where he was, and said with a smile: "Yar, you are free, you don't have to listen to me anymore." ”

"No! Father—"

The marquis's eldest son was angry, but he was knocked unconscious with a knife by the old maid who suddenly appeared behind him.

The body of the marquis's eldest son fell forward, and was stopped by the old maid by the waist, stopping the downward trend.

"Master, are you talking about this book?"

The old maid raised the book in her hand, and there was a slight tenderness in her eyes when she looked at the eldest son of the marquis.

"Yes, that's it. ”

Smiling, the Marquis of Elfaro picked up a letter from the table, "Put this letter in the carriage of Hyères with the book!

"Of course!"

After carrying the marquis's eldest son to the sofa, the woman, who looked to be only thirty or forty years old, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Who made you my lord?"

"Then let Merlot go with Yeel, let the two brothers work hard, with their ability, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, they should be able to live a good life, right?"

The Marquis of Elfaro stood behind his desk with his back straightened, and the old maid looked against the sun, as if she saw the 'Abner Bauhinia Elfaro' standing there from years ago.

Even though the Marquis of Elfaro has become thin and senile now, his figure is still tall!

The Marquis of Elfaro went round the desk, took the letter, took the book, and asked the old maid to help him put on his coat and go out of the study.

"Merlot!"

The old maid followed the Marquis of Elfaro out of the room and called out to her son, who was leaning against the wall.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Merlot saw the well-dressed Marquis of Elfaro beside her mother, and her mood became nervous for some reason.

"Merlot, please help me get this letter and the book to Yael. ”

The old maid did not answer Merlot, but the Marquis of Elfaro patted Merlot on the shoulder and smiled: "I have nothing to say, so I can only give you a little - I will give you the entire property of the Elfaro family, do it, my son!"

Hearing the words of the Marquis of Elfaro, Merlot froze in place as if struck by lightning, watching her mother and stepfather disappear in front of her eyes.

Sitting in a comfortable carriage, the old maid leaned quietly on the arm of the Marquis of Elfaro, who looked out the glass window, the late winter sun warmed his heart.

Looking at the sun and listening to the faint shouts, Abner Elfaro looked lonely, "Time is running out......"

He let out a sigh, and then, set off.