Chapter 380 Infighting

"So, the eldest young master, who had a fierce dispute with the second young master, must have started to gather the Adventurer's Guild early on."

I guessed.

Harold shook his head and denied my guess: "No, the eldest young master did not."

If it were anyone else, I might ask: How did you know?

But Harold is different. He is the person closest to the city lord. At the same time, apart from those scoundrels, he is also the person closest to the city lord's successor. However, some information coming from his mouth still has a certain degree of authority.

"The eldest young master doesn't want to win over the adventurer?" I frowned and said, "Then what will he do? He won't compete with the second young master based on his face."

After hearing this, Harold smiled slightly and said, "Why not?"

"Here, you really rely on your face!" I exclaimed and said, "I've heard of relying on your face to make a living, and I've also heard of relying on your face to make money, but I've never heard of people relying on their face to seize power. Come on, give it to me. Tell me, how handsome is he? Is he more handsome than Pan An, shocking the world, or is he as beautiful as Song Yu, shocking the earth?"

When Harold heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "What are you thinking? Did I say that the eldest young master is handsome?"

"Then what you say is based on face."

"What I mean is that he relies on his father's face, not his own appearance!"

Harold emphasized the word 'face' again. When I heard that, I let out a long sigh: I see, this is not about fighting for face, but fighting for father!

I then changed my mind and thought: That’s not right. Isn’t the eldest young master’s father also the second young master’s father?

Then he asked Harold: "The eldest young master can rely on his father's reputation to support his appearance, but the second young master can't. After all, they have the same father. If you think about it like this, the eldest young master is still inferior to the second young master. "

Harold grabbed a spider leg that was stabbing him, shook it away hard, and said: "You don't understand this. The eldest young master is almost forty years old this year, and the second young master is only in his twenties. Not only do they have similar experiences, There are very few, and even the accumulated connections are very different.”

"By the way, you said before that the city lord's family originally had forty-one children, right?"

Harold responded: "Yes, including illegitimate children, there are forty-one in total."

"what about now?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Less than ten."

"In other words, a total of more than thirty brothers and sisters were eliminated on the road to seizing power?"

Harold nodded carefully.

"Ouch" I sighed: "It's really cruel. More than thirty people died one after another."

Harold continued: "If Rodney and his cousin hadn't been born late, they might have become one of the victims."

"The eldest young master and the second young master are so ruthless." I spat and said disdainfully: "They only know how to fight among themselves. By the way, is it interesting to kill brothers and sisters?"

Harold's expression was a little helpless, and he sighed deeply: "As a member of the royal family, you must be prepared for this. This is also the tragedy of the human race."

"You say, this is the tragedy of the human race?" I repeated his words again, and then said: "So, brothers and sisters killing each other only happen within the human race?"

"Yes," Harold said meaningfully: "I have been the captain of the city defense of Airui for so long, and I am also fortunate to have access to some sealed documents, and I can also consult some unheard of ancient history. In the process of reading these documents, I discovered a characteristic: only within the human race, they are always fighting and killing each other's brothers and sisters. This has to be said to be a stain. Fortunately, this stain is only recorded in sealed documents and does not flow into the public. .”

Looking at his lucky expression, I really wanted to say to him: Brother, you are too naive. The reputation of the human race has long been popular in the entire Zephyr Continent. However, what you can see is mostly against high-power people. It's just the kind words of the author. Only a humble citizen like me can understand the truth from a few words.

"Listen to what you said, the eldest young master has at least twenty more contacts than the second young master."

Harold nodded: "That's right."

"Twenty years of connections." I said with emotion: "The gap is not easy to make up. You know, even if you have a dog, you can develop a life-and-death relationship in more than twenty years."

Harold shook his head: "I don't agree with what you said. Many times, people are not as good as dogs. Once a dog is loyal to a master, it will almost remain until death, while people, when maximizing their interests, will Choosing the best, no matter how many years of friendship, those who should be betrayed will still be betrayed."

I made a cut, waved my hand and hacked a ghost-faced spider to death, and said disdainfully: "That's because you don't know Erha. That kind of dog doesn't care if you are its master. Once he commits a crime, he will run away and disappear. We will not care." Erha is called letting go."

After hearing what I said, Harold was thoughtful. He didn't know whether he was thinking about the phrase "people are inferior to dogs" or guessing about the breed of "let go".

I continued to speculate: "It seems that as long as we can provide sufficiently favorable conditions, the second young master is very likely to be able to win the game."

"Not necessarily," Harold said in a deep voice: "The conditions that the second young master can give, the first young master can also give. Instead of choosing a young and frivolous young man, more people are willing to support a more familiar older man. By."

"Well, your words are not unreasonable." I pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that the eldest young master likes to kill people."

Harold frowned and said, "Where did you hear this?"

"What do you think?" I glanced at him and asked.

Besides Rodney, is there anyone else who can tell me these secret histories?

Harold thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are from Rodney's faction."

"What Rodney faction?" I interrupted him directly: "I just support him from the standpoint of a friend. As for what faction you are from, what does it have to do with me?"

Harold chuckled and said, "If these words came from Rodney's mouth, it would not be difficult to understand."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

He looked around and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Because half of Rodney's brothers and sisters died at the hands of the eldest young master."

"I'm going to make a shocking revelation!" I shouted, and Harold quickly stretched out his hand to stop me, saying: "Shh, keep your voice down, this matter belongs to secret history and is not to be told outside."

I said "oh" several times to indicate that I would keep it secret, and then asked, "What about the other half? Did you ask the second young master to kill him?"

Harold shook his head and said: "Although the second young master is much more sinister than the eldest young master, he is still kinder to his brothers and sisters. At least until now, he has not killed even a single relative with his own hands. .”

"Then how did the other brothers and sisters die?"

I asked confused.

"Of course they died due to internal fighting among themselves."