People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Controlling violence with violence will only bring about temporary pleasure and endless troubles in the future.

But the plan he imagined now is not much superior to himself a year ago.

Is it because I haven't made any progress this year?

Is there really no other better way?

Or, as the traveler said, I subconsciously gave up on the pursuit of "Is it the best?

He didn't understand.

"But anyway, let's go first, anyway, all the dangerous toys must be destroyed first."

At this time, in the lobby of Lawrence's house, two rows of people were sitting around a large round table made of mahogany, almost all of them happily looking at the box of evil eyes brought back by Schubert.

"Schubert, you did a good job, you did a good job!"

A nearly 60-year-old white-haired old man laughed wildly and held the evil eye in his hand, the eyes were shining with dreams and lights.

"The revival of our Lawrence family is just around the corner."

"I didn't expect that before I died, I could feel the brilliance of Lawrence again."

"We've been waiting for nearly a thousand years."

In the laughing presbytery, only the middle-aged man sitting in the central family position did not laugh.

The silver-white hair was combed into a mature back, the golden pupils similar to someone exuded a cold light, and the handsome face and resolute expression exuded the charm of a middle-aged man.

He is the current head of the Lawrence family, Schubert's elder brother, Yura's father, Geralt Lawrence.

"Everyone calm down, I understand everyone's excitement, but as nobles, we should remain calm and courteous under any circumstances."

And looking at the man's ice-like face and serious tone, several people in the elders' meeting finally calmed down.

After all, on the surface, nobles like them value the etiquette norms that are regarded as the second life the most.

"I'm sorry, little Geralt. After all, it's such good news. We elders are also a little bit excited."

"Yeah, it's a good thing you reminded us, otherwise it would be a bit rude."

These old people with an average age of over 60 began to speak one after another, but there was no respect for the head of the family in their tone.

Geralt continued with a cold face.

"Those northern barbarians provided us with such a huge deal. These evil eyes must have other plans. We can't blindly indulge in fantasies, and we must also guard against the possibility of their sudden attack. Then there is the opportunity for rebellion, the prepared troops, The impact and interference of other countries still need to be considered in the long term.”

He spoke a long series of words in a very reliable and calm manner. Although all of them were reasonable, such rigor would certainly disappoint the happy elders.

"You must be able to handle these things, little Geros, right? We watched you grow up, and we have seen your ability for all to see. I'll just say it, half a year! You should be able to handle it in half a year at most."

All eyes turned to the middle-aged man with a cold expression.

But even in the face of such pressure, his expression still did not change.

But to deal with so many situations, it only took half a year to——

"You are the one we [promoted] to become the head of the family, so...don't let us down."

"...I understand, don't worry, everyone! Lawrence's glory will surely fall to Mond again."

Geralt opened his mouth to swear with a firm expression.

This also made the elders nod in satisfaction.

"Hahahaha, with your words, we can rest assured."

And at this time, Schubert, who had made a contribution this time, suddenly spoke.

"Elders, I have one more thing to report."

"What did little Schubert want to say? If it's a reward, we will naturally distribute it to you if you recapture Mond."

"Elder, that's not the case. Although it is extremely shameful to say it bluntly, you should have heard about my injury today. That traitor actually committed the following crimes against me twice in a row, humiliating my personality and body."

What he wanted to talk about was naturally the Spray Rider.

The intention is of course also obvious.

But regarding this point, the elders laughed and did not answer for a long time, they just looked at the traitor's biggest relationship.

Genos looked at his younger brother, without saying a word but exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Schubert swallowed directly, but he still spoke to his brother.

"Not only is it a betrayal, she has provoked our nobles' etiquette education countless times, and even committed such a rebellious thing in the end, so I propose again—"

"Schubert."

The passionate words were broken by three light words.

Geralt's cold golden pupils just stared at him directly, and the oppressive sense of substance once again cut off his thinking.

"I should have said that my unfilial daughter is not allowed to be mentioned in the family meeting. This is the "rule."

"But brother—"

He wanted to continue speaking, but his momentum was completely overwhelmed.

Geralt continued speaking.

"And just like what you usually like to say, no matter what happens, she is still the eldest daughter of our Lawrence family, and she has the blood of our family. You should have some idea of ​​what to say in front of me." Be conscious."

There was no threat of raised tone.

There is no cold protection and bias.

The man just supported his cheeks, looked at him and said indifferently.

"She's my daughter, understand?"

Schubert bowed his head.

"...Yes, brother."

And the elders helped him out with a smile.

"Brothers, don't be so serious. No matter what Yula thinks, individual strength cannot stop the tide of the times. Survival of the fittest will work no matter what the situation is. When she truly experiences our Lawrence In the glorious age, she will naturally understand, so she doesn't have to make trouble with children."

Complicated smiles appeared on the faces of the elders.

It seems to be a rescue, but it is full of arrogant belittling, completely treating all of Yura's efforts and behaviors as a child's rebellion.

It also makes Sin of Pride sneaking into the ceiling remember these old bald guys.

A group of remnants of the old era, who are still ambitious and daydreaming at a young age. To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of troublemakers.

but--

He secretly looked at Yura's father.

Looking at the ice-like poker face, he seemed to feel something vaguely.

So after the meeting ended, after some thought, he didn't choose to deal with Schubert's problem immediately, but went to the master's room where Geralt was.

He had some doubts to clarify.

Chapter 268: Temporary retreat in life is not weakness

"Yosie, it's Father's Day, so let's talk about our dad!"

One day in the past, Grandmaster Falga suddenly said something strange.

In the room, Qin, Yula, Kaia, and Ermes who was not far away, who was handling official duties on behalf of the Grand Leader, raised their heads silently.

That weird look made Falja feel uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"What... what's wrong? Did I say something strange?"

The first one to speak was Qin who had not yet become acting head.

"I'm sorry, Grand Leader, you know the situation in my family. I grew up with my mother, and my impression of my father... I really can't think of it for a while."

Kaiya showed a strange and unpredictable expression on his face, but in the end he spread his hands and smiled in relief.

"You should also know that I am the head of the group. I will accompany a certain guy to visit the grave in the afternoon."

And Ermes's pen tip, which was buried in the desk, froze suddenly, but continued to move in the next second.

"died."

He spoke calmly and indifferently.

Falja was sweating all over his face in an instant, damn it, he had forgotten that none of these members of his knights had a fuel-efficient light bulb.

Divorced parents, dead adoptive father, unknown identity, Father's Day may feel quite complicated for them.

He turned his head in embarrassment and looked at Yura who was standing next to Ermes.

"Yura, by the way, how is your father Geros doing recently? I haven't had a drink with him for several years."

But the blue-haired girl didn't answer, but fell silent with a cold face.

This made Falja's face froze again.

No way, is it possible to step on thunder again?

After a few seconds of silence, Yura spoke slowly.

"Since my mother passed away, I have never understood what that person was thinking. He always kept a cold face and said nothing, and never asked me about my situation. There was also a feeling between me and him. There is no warmth between father and daughter."

"The relationship between me and him is like the most familiar stranger."

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The memory ends.

Looking at the aloof uncle who is still dealing with family affairs in the office even in the middle of the night.

Elmes felt like yawning a little.

Brother, it's almost four o'clock, you should sleep for at least a few hours.

It doesn’t matter if Captain Qin stays up all night, or Di Luke who works like an owl every night, are you descendants of nobles so smart?

Watching a big man writing a document for hours on end doesn't feel good at all.

And at the moment of his relaxation.

"Enough is enough."

A sharp ice cone instantly condensed on the finger and flew directly to the ceiling.

Elmes' hair stood up all of a sudden, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid it in time.

But in the next moment, Genos jumped high and grabbed him with a punch through the ceiling.

what!

Elmes understood in an instant.

This guy... since when did he become aware of me?

And it's just to wait for my chance to relax, so I haven't slept for a few hours and waited all the time. This kind of quality...is too good.

Unexpectedly, instead of grabbing the assassin's hand as expected, Geros frowned tightly after grabbing a mole.

But before Elmes was ready to open his mouth to spray flames, Geros made another behavior that surprised him.

He abruptly let go of his clenched hands very simply, gently placed him on the desk beside him, and then pushed open the secret door behind his bookshelf.

"If you understand, come in with me, this is not suitable for talking."

He spoke calmly, and then walked in directly by himself.

And in the shadows behind, a shadow warrior disguised as himself stepped out, and then continued to deal with official duties calmly and calmly.

Elmes looked at this exaggerated scene a little confused.

Greedy monster, your dad seems a bit awesome.

And walking into the secret room behind the bookshelf, Geros sat on a not-so-luxury wooden chair, staring at him as if he was looking at someone.

Elmes looked at him equally vigilantly, and didn't speak immediately.

In terms of universal rationality, Geros should then interrogate his identity and origin, and he has already predicted a variety of answers and plans.