Field forced a broad smile as he waited for the verdict from his father, Earl Cotter.
His original name Qin Hao, from the blue star of China, across to this world, just three days.
Good news: Descendants of the count.
Bad news: Very unpopular.
"Field, you've come of age, like a mature lion. It's time to strike out on your own." The splendidly dressed man of middle age mingled his words with words of encouragement, but the old Count spoke with a weak and weary expression, and his words seemed like jokes.
There was a lot of fun in everyone's eyes.
The count paused for a moment, distracted, and when he came to his senses he forgot where he had gone.
The original master was a very kind man, who gave his brother the potion of awakening anger and humility, gave his sister the opportunity to go to the mage Academy for further study, and even treated any servant kindly. A good man like that should be respected. Unfortunately, he's an aristocrat, and from an aristocrat's point of view, the original owner is a weak, incompetent loser.
The cougar next to the old Earl was Field's stepmother.
The rich beautiful young woman, sitting in the dignified seat of the Lord, gracefully picked up the teacup and kissed it, and then put down the teacup, the red eye of the can draw the silk glanced at Field, the ochre color of the sun outlined the deep shadow, highlighting the high bridge of the nose, and the stepmother raised her head proudly, almost taking the bar to Field: "The night collar of the vast north, will be your baron collar, enough for you to show your feet."
"Sure enough, even if you try to please everyone, you will still be exiled."
Slightly dizzy, the original owner was bullied after the illness died, but let himself to pick up the mess. Field bit his lip hard and managed to steady himself.
Then, Field sneer, the original owner is really stupid enough, want to rely on kindness in the aristocracy to survive.
The stepmother's eyes glanced down carelessly and looked down, "What's your opinion?"
Whoosh
Trying to force the depression out of his heart, Field stifled a smile and replied in a flat tone: "As you wish, my father."
His cheap father has been drained by his stepmother, and everything is arranged by his wife.
"Sh! Sh! Stupid!"
One of the relatives laughed, mixed with some vitriolic insult.
The North, inhabited by two races, human and Orc, is full of blood, violence and savagery, and ten years ago, the Holy Griffin Empire used the haze of corruption to slaughter 300,000 Orc troops, and it is probably full of filthy Goblins and trolls.
Of course, the North is worse now.
An army of 300,000 orcs, and every human and animal in the North, had been transformed into corrupt creatures, hiding for years in the haze of death, a byword for hell on earth. The royal family organized three repossessions, all of which ended in total annihilation.
The Northern territories, large and small, are merely verbal lands, and dogs do not go there.
Most of the time, no one talks about it.
It was a cursed place, and even worse, not even escaped serfs or criminals would choose to lead the night.
It's okay. I still have to go.
Field silently comforted himself, thinking a move, the transparent map jumped out, while the map also marked a slow moving green dot.
"Go get ready." The count looked tired and pale.
The stepmother on the side helped the count, almost transparent silk pajamas, so that the count's almost withered body, seems to have a little power of action.
Field pressed his lips, his brother and sister, have obtained rich fiefdom, the old den said two words, want to send himself, Field can not promise, immediately put forward his request: "Father, I need your support, it is not easy to open up the night collar."
The stepmother's soft flesh pressed against the count's arm, and then her eyes narrowed seductively.
'Greed is not a noble virtue, Field. You've got enough.' "Said the count without hesitation.
The family members on the side also cast unceremoniously disdainful eyes.
"To go out with black hair and black pupils would be a disgrace to the Ross family."
"Just a bastard!"
Black hair and black eyes, after a large number of nomadic invasions in the East, and the collapse of the ancient kingdom of the inland sea, is no longer a symbol of the ancient nobility.
Field's eyes glowed with anger.
The birth of the original owner is clearly the count's own fault, why should he embarrass himself?
His mother, the maid of the castle, had come from further east and been sold to the castle as a rare slave by nomadic traders, and the earl, after a night's hangover, had his original owner.
Low status, no mother's family power, but also inherited some of the mother's physical characteristics.
Another reason Field was ostracized and despised.
"Five hundred gold pieces. Besides, you can bring a personal servant. I treat every child equally." The count left a word, was supported by the stepmother, hurried back to the bedroom.
Five hundred gold pieces sounds like a lot, but putting in territory is nothing more than a toothpick in a VAT and a splash of water.
But it's better than nothing.
"Hey! It is a good place, Field, for it is a dark, putrid place that never sees the sun, and that matches your evil eyes." Field's half-brother, grinning, leaned forward and said, with great exaggeration, "My fiefdom is not so good, poor Folam, famous for its beer and goats."
Field felt a rage burning in his heart, the baked heart was sizzling oil, the fiefdom was rotten, and he, as a traveler, always had a way.
But making a direct mockery of his looks makes Field want to kill him.
In addition, this little den can have a fight, or because of Field's heart! At the beginning, his brother's talent was extremely poor, crying in the corner, and being laughed at by others, it was Field who extended a helping hand.
"Get out of here! Field gave him a hard time.
"Remember the little flaxen-haired girl?" The younger brother did not care about Field's face, he had a strange smile, close to Field's ear.
Field narrowed his eyes, a smiling face in his mind, that is the girl the original owner liked, and then her lifeless body was found in the back alley of the tavern, the original owner was sad and angry, and died of a serious illness, Field was able to cross over.
His brother licked the corners of his mouth: "I did it, her struggle, indescribably more exciting."
Field's pupils constricted sharply, and an emotion called shock gripped his heart.
The same young adult brother, can do such a monster. Although as a traveler, the girl was a stranger to him, the random act of destroying someone else's life made Field feel more sick than ever.