Chapter 128: Reward
"And you want your own reward, don't you? Well, what do you want from me? Territory? Castle? Official position? ”
"A little damn gratitude would be a good start." McLandall said.
Lord Randall stared at him intently, "Only acting clowns need to be applauded, Mike, you are in good command, I admit it, no one denies your role, you have indeed fulfilled the mission I have given you." ”
"My role?" McClandell's nostrils almost erupted with fire, "It seems to me that I was the one who saved the damn city and repelled the attacks of Jocris's camp. ”
"No, it is generally known that the royal fleet surrounded the enemy fleet and the excellent on-the-spot dispatch of the knights of Janis Odo, the royal city guards and the knights fought very well, and the cavalry pursued by the Randall and Cassadine families crushed the fleeing rebels.
"And all I did was trim my beard, right? My good father. McLandall couldn't suppress his resentful tone.
"It's a good idea to build a triple bow and fire flaming arrows, it seals the win for us, and you want to hear me about that? Of course, I should also thank you for forming an alliance with the Cassadines for us.
McLandall said, "I have promised the seat of the Imperial Council of the Cassadine, and the King's Scholar is now held by Stanny Cassadine, as well as the relatives of Ronnie Sheen and the Cassadines, as well as some fiefdoms......"
"Hopefully that's all the Cassadine family is asking for." "For now, the Cassadines are a reliable ally. ”
McLandall propped himself up on his wobbly legs, and he closed his eyes for a moment to steady his mind before he shuddered and took a step towards the door. He thought he would take the second step, followed by the third, but instead, he turned his head. "What did you just ask me about? Well, I'll tell you, I just want what belongs to me as right, and I want you to declare me your son and rightful heir in front of everyone! ”
Lord Randall's mouth tightened even tighter, "Your other brothers and the people of the Randall family won't agree!" ”
"If my brothers could be as useful as a tenth of me, would you still use me? My good father, stop deceiving yourself, none of your sons will inherit the rights and will of the Randalls! Without exception, we are all losers! ”
Lord Randall's pale green eyes glowed like melting, but without the slightest emotion, he said in a flat, cold, dead tone, and then added, "Never!" ”
These two words hung between father and son, sharp, sharp, and full of dangerous toxins.
I knew the answer before I even spoke, McLandall thought to himself, all the sons of Lord Randall were losers, but only he was the illegitimate son of his father, and in order to keep the same pace with his brothers, he tried to make himself the same loser, and more weird, crazy, and maverick than them, but this was the plan that would allow him to survive and gain his father's appreciation and value through some means.
However, McLandall still overestimated himself, or his father, as an illegitimate child, no matter how good and good he was, he could not inherit everything from the Randall family, and he was destined to be ostracized by the Randall family.
Therefore, McLandall never dared to bring up this topic, he knew it for a long time, he knew it for a long time. "Why?" He forced himself to ask, knowing that he would not like his father's answer.
"You're still asking me this? You're an illegitimate child! I shouldn't have been in the Randall family, I should have let you leave the Randall family with your money and money, but I pity you for letting you take my surname and wear my clothes, because I can't prove that you are not my species, of course, I admit that you are smarter than those brothers of yours, but you are not qualified to inherit the family business, unless those brothers of yours all die one day! ”
"How do you know there won't be that day? How do you know if I'll ever think the same way that day? McLandall asked rhetorically.
"That's how you do it? You actually threaten your own family, your own relatives? That's why you have the audacity to do whatever you want at Dubrovnik Palace, relying on the power I have given you, ignoring the orders of Queen Mother Innie Randall and King Robert Sheehan? ”
"You taught me that a successful threat is more effective than a direct blow, and if I hadn't done so during my reign at Dubrovnik's palace, I'm afraid that Robert Sheehan and Ini Randall would have ruined the entire royal family! Also, just now, whether I will be able to see you alive is a question! If you want to bang people, you should start with them! ”
Lord Randall stood up suddenly, "Never mention the inheritance of the Randall family again!" You'll be rewarded, but that will be the one that suits your status and location! Make no mistake! Mike! You didn't survive because of your cleverness! It's just that I'm constantly tolerating you! ”
So that's the case, McLandall is completely chilled now, he just wants to be recognized and recognized, this father in front of him is so stubborn and rigid, even if he has reached this point today, even if he thinks he is already a hero of Dubrovnik, even if he thinks he has saved the entire royal family and the Randall family, he is just a clever pawn in the hands of Lord Randall, and he will not blink an eye when he wants to discard it.
"That's it......" McLandall turned away disheartened.
After that, the Dubrovnik Palace prepared a grand celebration dinner.
My lord, the squire had unknowingly come to McClandell's side, "Change your clothes?" I put your coat on your bed, ready for the banquet. ”
"Celebratory banquet?" McLandall asked sourly, "What kind of banquet is it?" ”
"Mistress Mack, it's a banquet of victory!"
McCrandell secretly decided that he would not get drunk tonight, he was the hero of Dubrovnik, and even if he didn't get the reward he wanted, he still couldn't change that, so it was better to have a hangover! "Here, dress me up like I'm going to a banquet!"
Dusk was still an hour away, but the throne room was already brightly lit, and the torches on each pedestal were lit.
The arriving guests stood behind the long table, and the lords and nobles who were entering the door were notified of their names and titles by the heralds, and then escorted by sommeliers dressed in royal costumes through the wide central aisle, where the auditorium was full of bards and people wielding horns, harps, and bagpipes.
McClanale staggered forward heavily, and he could feel the gaze of the people, and looked at his wounds with interest, and let them look at them, and he thought to himself as he sat down in his chair, let them look and talk about them, and I would not pay attention to any of their comments until they had said enough.