After the conversation, both fell silent, Ian didn't know what to say at such a time, and Bernal drank glass after glass of red wine.

In the end, Bernal's whole person was top-heavy, and even with the strong physique of a mid-rank blood warrior, he was already a little unable to resist the strength of the wine.

He walked out of the ballroom and into the bathroom on the first floor, ready to ease his drink.

"Who'......?"

Suddenly, he noticed someone approaching behind him and turned back suddenly.

Even when he was already drunk, he still noticed it at the first time.

When he turned around, he saw a man in a cloak, with his head buried in his canopy, revealing only the lower half of his face.

"Young Master Bernal, don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions, I'm here to help you."

The man's voice was low.

"Help me?"

Slightly drunk, Bernal chuckled.

"How can you help me?"

He clearly didn't believe that the other party could help him.

"For example, help you kill that genius brother."

The corners of the cloaked man's mouth raised a certain amplitude and said.

Swish!

As if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, Bernal woke up in an instant, and looked at the man in the cloak in disbelief.

"You ......"

A month ago, Gray was assassinated in the city of Fergus, seriously injured and almost died, and there were many rumors in the viscounty, including rumors that he had instigated, and even Viscount Fergus summoned him for questioning.

But in fact, this matter has nothing to do with him, although he is indeed very dissatisfied that his status has been threatened, but it has not yet reached the level of sending someone to assassinate him, no matter how the other party says it, he is also the heir of his father, and he is related by blood.

After that assassination, Viscount Fergus vigorously cleaned up the rats in the territory, but there was not much gain, and the person behind the scenes seemed to have disappeared, but he didn't expect to reappear after a month, and he also found himself.

"Young Master Bernard, Viscount Fergus's intentions, you must be able to guess, are you really willing to have your title taken away by an illegitimate son?"

The man in the cloak smirked.

Bernal's face was stunned, and the look on his face suddenly became cloudy.

If he had willingly had his title taken away by an illegitimate son, he would not have been so bored today, and he would not have poured himself so much wine.

In the Purple Moon Kingdom, the title is generally inherited by the eldest son, and illegitimate children have no right to inherit, but there are exceptions.

If a nobleman applies to a noble family that divides the title, and permission is granted, illegitimate children can also inherit the title.

In the history of the Purple Moon Kingdom, there have been such things as illegitimate sons inheriting the title, the most famous is the Tuart family among the seven marquis families, and the current Tuart family is the main family, which is inherited by an illegitimate son.

And now, his father has plans to pass on the title to his illegitimate son.

"Which force do you represent behind you?"

Taking a deep breath, Bernal forced himself to compose himself and asked.

"This Young Master Bernal doesn't need to know, Young Master Bernal just needs to know that we can help you get rid of this bastard."

"Of course, this requires your cooperation, after all, he has been staying in the castle and not coming out, even if we want to assassinate him, it will be difficult for us to ......"

The cloaked man's words sounded in Bernard's ears like a devil's whisper, and a certain thought came to his mind inexhaustibly.

"Yes, as long as that guy dies, the title inheritance will belong to me again, neither Ellis nor Caroline have the ability to compete with me for the title......"

……

The next day, the weather was sunny and the sun was not too hot.

The Purple Moon Kingdom is located in the north of the continent, and the temperature is low all year round, even in the hottest summer of the year, the temperature is not too high.

In the White Stone Training Ground of Viscount Fergus Castle, two people were fighting.

One of them, a teenager in a gray uniform, with black hair and deep blue eyes, was none other than Gray.

The other person, dressed in purple and black home clothes, is 1.8 meters tall, and his face is like a knife and axe, standing in the cultivation ground, unconsciously revealing a strong momentum.

This man was none other than Viscount Fergus.

Call!

With a slam kick on the ground, Gray bent slightly and shot out like a sharp arrow.

The right hand stretched out, the five fingers formed a claw, and the fierce claw grabbed the chest of Viscount Fergus.

Syllable!

Viscount Fergus stood still, and just as Gray's right hand was about to touch him, his right hand moved, and he slapped it lightly, accurately slapping on Gray's right wrist, blocking Gray's claw.

And Gray, whose right hand was blocked, shot out of front of him with his left hand, and struck Viscount Fergus again.

As a result, he was still blocked by Viscount Fergus, and even his right hand was still used, and his left hand was behind his back, and he had no intention of using it at all.

Bang Bang Bang!

The two exchanged dozens of quick blows, and Gray attacked intensively with both hands, but he was still calmly blocked by Viscount Fergus with one hand, and he didn't even move half a step in place.

"Shoot fast, accurate, ruthless, once you shoot, don't hesitate, aim at the enemy's neck, eyes and other vulnerable parts."

While fending off Gray's attack, Viscount Fergus still had the strength to direct Gray's attack.

It's not a level of combat at all, whether it's experience or its own strength, it's true, but in the end, it became Viscount Fergus's main attack, and Gray had to defend passively.

Sail!

Viscount Fergus's right hand passed through the protection of Gray's two hands, and gently patted Gray's body, Gray only felt his body stumble, and the whole person was pushed out, and after several steps back, he finally stopped.

"Whirring ......"

The mouth was panting violently, sweat kept coming from the direction of his forehead, and the time of the battle was only more than ten minutes, but the consumption for Gray was as if he had continued to practice the blood method several times.

"You can rest for a while."

Seeing Gray like this, Viscount Fergus spoke.

"Yes, father."

Gray answered, and walked towards the gazebo next to him, where the maid Barbara had already met him and handed him a towel.

"Ellis, it's your turn!"

Viscount Fergus didn't mean to leave the cultivation ground, but looked at the gazebo.

In the pavilion position, Bernal, Caroline, and Ellis are all siblings, and since just now, they have been paying attention to the battle between Gray and Viscount Fawkes, which should be a guide to be precise.

Ellis's challenge yesterday gave Viscount Fergus the idea of teaching the four combat techniques, so today the four were brought together again.

Sarah was not called because she had not yet implanted the bloodline cultivation blood method, but learned etiquette in the castle.

Not only her, but Gray was also learning etiquette, and before coming to the castle, they had not received formal instruction in etiquette, so they had to learn etiquette from scratch.

As a man, Gray's classes are much simpler than Sarah's, only simple lessons such as noble dance and daily etiquette, so it is much easier than Sarah's, and he will only learn etiquette on Saturdays and Sundays.

Following Gray, Ellis, Caroline, and Bernal all came on the pitch to receive guidance from Viscount Fergus.

Gray drank the juice with the ice and watched the battle between the three and Viscount Fergus, the ice that the castle had stored in the ice cellar during the winter.

In Gray's observations, the best performer is Bernal.

The opponent's combat skills are very skillful, and every attack is very threatening, Gray estimates that he should not be the opponent of the other party now, not only because of the gap in strength, but also because of the gap in combat skills.

The reason why he was able to beat Ellis yesterday was because Ellis also had no combat experience, and obviously, Bernal should have combat experience.

Even, Gray thinks that Bernal may already have the experience of killing.

Because of the threat of blood beasts and the other three kingdoms, even nobles dare not guarantee that they will not encounter a time when they need to fight in their lifetime, so the nobles of this world pay great attention to the training of their children, especially in combat.

There are some special aristocratic families that give their children the baptism of the 18-year-old rite of passage, and even fight with death row prisoners, and use the lives of death row prisoners to complete the baptism of adulthood.

Secondly, the better performer is Caroline, although it is the same as Gray Ellis is the first time to fight, but the opponent's grasp of timing and the threat of attack are obviously stronger than Ellis, and it can be seen that the other party should have some fighting talent.

After fighting against the four in turn, Viscount Fergus also came to the gazebo.

The servant served him an iced ale, took a sip, looked at Bernal, and said.

"Compared to a year ago, your combat skills have improved a lot, and it seems that in this year, not only have you not slackened in your cultivation, but you have also often found opportunities to hone your fighting skills."

"Yes, in normal times, I will train against the soldiers in the castle, and occasionally ask Lord Lindh for guidance."

Bernal replied respectfully.

"Good."

Viscount Fergus nodded in satisfaction, his gaze swept over the three Grays, and said.

"From now on, the three of you should also pay more attention to combat training, strength is important, combat skills are equally important, only strength and combat skills coexist, in order to exert the strongest power."

"Yes."

All three of Gray answered.