Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter IX two roads

Mrs. Fred, who had taken Xiao Bloweyk back and was busy feeding him milk, also expressed his displeasure with Albert: "Abel, you are the brother of our eldest son, brother and sister, but in fact you have never done the responsibility of being a big brother and being a role model for them, Just as you never hold a small blowk, small blowk also don't like you, even as soon as you come near he will cry …

Claude has changed a lot since he recovered. I often saw him hiding in a corner and reading quietly. His grades in the school also improved. Last time I met Weckham in the middle of the street, he took it. Claude boasted a good meal. Now Claude has a lot of sensibility. At home, he will help me with housework, and will take care of my younger siblings. Anna and Blowk like him, and often ask him to tell stories.

And you have always used the old gaze to see him, hate him, he is your brother, not your enemy. Abel, you are now an adult, with formal work, but that doesn't mean you have the power to reprimand your younger siblings at home. And you still think of your home as a hotel. Besides returning to dinner and sleeping, I can't see your shadow. I am especially overwhelmed. You also let Anna wash your underwear and socks. She is only twelve years old…

As a mother, I don't want to know where your monthly salary is going, and I won't ask you for a supplement, but can you at least spend a little money to hire a hairstyle maid? Anna is weak, you are her big brother, so she won't refuse your request, but if this makes Claude know, I believe you will not feel good…"

"Okay, don't say this."Mr. Morssen interrupted his wife's complaint and turned his attention to his eldest son: "Abel, I think you should hire a long-term laundry maid to solve your own troubles and understand what I mean?"

Albert nodded stiffly: "I know."

Mr. Morssen took out his beloved black mulberry ivory mouth pipe from his pocket, took out the tobacco bag, picked some tobacco into the cigarette, and then ignited it with a match. After taking a deep breath, he was very comfortable. With the back of the chair, he decided to talk seriously with his eldest son:

"Abel, the way I give you is to become a government civilian official. You can enjoy the convenience of my father as a nationals before the age of eighteen, but now that you are twenty years old, legally you are already an adult, my nationals status is already for you. No use. You are now an administrative clerk of civilian status. To change your identity, you must rely on your own efforts and unremitting persistence.

I recommend you to Sir Fux because I don't want you to be a nationals in my position as an administrative clerk for more than a decade. Sir Fux can reduce this process by half, but only if you can get his trust and support. I can't help you much in this respect. It depends on your own ability. I pointed out that you are in the right direction. If you can get to the goal, you have to rely on your own feet…"

Mr. Morssen took another breath and slowly spit it out, letting the smoke linger on his face: "Claude is different from you. He is a physical student, healthy and responsive. This year he is sixteen years old and graduated at the end of next year. He still has two years to recover his civilian status at the age of eighteen. My mother and I have decided to send him to the mainland of Nubissia after he graduates next year. Jerrihausen Van Cruz viscount is the governor in the Tyrrsim area, he is the nominal godfather of Claude, so Claude will join him in the army to get his support.

Abel, you don't have to worry that Claude will divide your family property. Enlisting from the army is a road to glory, but this road is full of danger. There will always be a loss of life in the war. I am like you, there is no adventurous spirit in the bones, and there is no courage to face the gunfire on the battlefield, so we have chosen the road of civil servants.

However, the road to enlistment in the army is full of opportunities. If you can make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, you will soon become a nationals, and you may even get a word. Compared to our civil service, the promotion of this road is too fast. Perhaps our Fred family needs Claude to help in the future, as long as he is lucky.

This is why I sent him to the viscount in Cruz. The Tyrrsim area is the new occupation. There is a constant war rebellion, but the casualties are not heavy. Claude should not be in too much danger. In the past two years, the situation in the Kingdom border area has become more and more tense. Kingdom of Nasri has once again organized the anti-Olympic alliance. Almost all Kingdom and Dukedom in the eastern part of the mainland have joined the alliance. I suspect that in a year or two, it is very likely Once again, the regional war broke out and Claude was sent to the mainland of Nubissia to avoid participating in this war…"

Mr. Morssen took off his pipe and sighed, and in terms of kingdom unwritten rule, the family in each country was in fact the reservists of the army, while the right of the Four castes stipulated that whether or not the students ' families were nationals Status, 18 years old. As soon as they reach adulthood, these students automatically become civilian, and the Nationals status of their fathers no longer plays a role in them, and they have to travel to the military to serve their nationals status.

There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and Claude rushed downstairs with a leather backpack.

"Father, mother, I am leaving."Still ignoring Albert sitting at the table, and twisting the little Bloweyk's baby fat face, Claude rushed out of the house.

Little Bloweyk was screwed up and a mouth was crying. Mrs Fred quickly stuffed the omelet in the spoon. Little Bloweyk tasted something wrong. He rushed out and vomited. Forgot for a moment. My brother screwed him up.

"Little baby, I ate the eggs and I ate the eggs before they grew fast."Mrs Fred started to marry him.

"I don't want to eat eggs."Little Bloweyk shook his head like a rattle.

"Eggs are salted, how can it be sweet…"Mrs Fred is stupid.

"Forget it, you will give him honey. After you finish eating, remember to let him brush his teeth again."Mr. Morssen stood up: "I have finished eating, I should go to the town office."

"Right, Bennie."Mr. Morssen took the hat from the coat rack and turned to call his wife's nickname: "I have already greeted Laor in the health center yesterday. He will send someone to clean the septic tank in the morning, when you give the cleaning workers three sunars. The tip is enough. Also, I have to banquet for some people at night. Someone will send something over noon. You can just accept the bill and accept it. Although the banquet is arranged at home, you only need to arrange it. I will talk to Piade in the pub. In the afternoon, he will bring people to cook. You don't need to be busy. ”

Mrs Fred nodded. "Okay, I know, don't worry."

Mr. Morssen came to Mrs Fred and leaned over to kiss her and Bloweyk, and said to Albert: "You have to be there at night, Abel, although you know everyone, but today you have to show Be modest and cautious, in order to increase the goodwill of others, understand."

Claude just rushed out of the house and saw two teenagers who were also wearing a school uniform in the middle of the street standing beside the street shop and waving to him.

"You are here, Boa?"Claude rushed across the street and arrived in front of them.

The taller Welikro Fezka is the second son of hunter Kubrick. His father is hunter. He has participated in two Kingdom wars, and he has no luck, but he has not made any merits on the battlefield. After fifteen years of service, he won the nationals status and chose to retire. He returned to his hometown and married his wife. In the second year, he had a daughter. Two years later, his wife gave birth to the son Welikro.

The next Eriksson Altroni is a little short, but very strong. His father is the captain. There is a long-distance fishing boat called Shark of Red Sea. Sometimes his fishing boat is also a part-time shipping ship, at Whitestag. Town is also a famous person.

"Boa may have to come later, are you going to get the money?"Asked by Eriksson.

Boa is a nickname, just like Eriksson is called Eyke and Welikro is called Welikro. He is the famous businessman Lubeville of Whitestag town.The son of Bodman, whose full name is Borkal Bodeman. The three of them and Claude are classmates and friends of Whitestag Town National High School.

Transmigrator The cause of the serious illness of the former owner of the body is related to the three of them. It was last winter that the four of them decided to go fishing in the frozen Whitestag Lake, and Claude accidentally fell into the ice. Fortunately, the rescue of these three guys brought him out of the lake and sent home. The result was that Claude had a high fever and was taken over by the transmigrator. For this reason, now three of them dare not go to the Claude house to call the door, for fear of seeing his parents.

"Well, got it, my father gave a silver thale, what about you?"Claude said.

"Well, I got it too. My dad told me to throw me a silver thale."Eriksson answered very proudly.

"how about you? Welikro? ”

"My sister said that I had no money at home, I gave me two antelope furs, let me get the grocery store to sell, and she doesn't care how much she sells."Welikro's snoring answer is obviously very dissatisfied with his sister's behavior.

Claude discovered that there was a parcel at the foot of Welikro, which was probably the two antelope furs that his sister had brought over.

"It's okay, Welikro."Claude comforted: "No matter how much the two antelope skins are worth, there are three of us, you don't have to worry about the horsemanship training fee. Besides, according to our original plan, two people pack a training horse. In fact, we are half more. ”

A person who packs a horse for training needs a silver thale. So the four people decided to pack two horses, which saved the cost and did not leave the training horse vacant. After all, no one can stick to it all day. In addition, they can make other plans for the extra money.

"Oh, I am coming."Borkal, who was a little fat, ran over. He greeted and turned to the stall selling the mutton baked in the street next to the street: "Give me a baking pancake, I want that…"

"Cut into four pieces."Eriksson quickly picked up a sentence.

Claude walked over to Borkal and rubbed his slightly fat belly with his hand: "I didn't eat it in the morning?" I think you should lose weight, it doesn't matter if you are hungry. ”

"What," Borkal opened Claude's paw: "It's late in the morning, and I drank a cup of black tea. This way I ran to my stomach and starved to death."

"Two sunar, thank you."The stall owner handed over the mutton baked bread that had been cut into four pieces.

So everyone took a piece of it, and only Borkal muttered while paying: "You are too much, grab my breakfast."

Eriksson licked the mutton and said: "I think Claude is right. You should lose weight. Eating less is good for your body."