Chapter 128 Dinner

Hearing this, the second daughter couldn't help but be startled.

Then Nancy Farhan fell silent.

But there was a little more probing look in the originally cold eyes.

Even the lady and Miss Sparrow on the side showed expressions of surprise.

"good very good."

Lord Ramon walked to Gilan's side, put his big hand on the latter's shoulder, and cast a look of approval. His voice was calm, implying joy:

"Gilan, my son, I am so proud of you! You are twenty years old and a heraldry-level fighter. There are not many young people as outstanding as you in the entire upper class circle of Musixiti. !”

"Soon, you will become an eye-catching new star and win glory for our Farhan family!"

The middle-aged noble looked very happy and laughed.

He smoked a cigar, patted Gillan's shoulder hard, and asked:

"How is your staff skill?"

"I haven't learned anything." Ji Lan shook his head.

He told the truth.

"White Cross Body Training" only provides physical fitness and medieval fighting skills, and does not include the cane technique that emerged in later generations.

"Well... cane technique is, after all, the number one skill in the aristocratic tradition. As a descendant of the Fahan family, you must master it sooner or later."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned anything." Lord Ramon exhaled smoke. "After you move into the manor, I will personally teach you how to use the staff."

"Ramon?!" Mrs. Xenia raised her pretty eyebrows, extremely surprised.

Of course she knew that her husband was a senior heraldry-level staff master, but even his two sons, Prince and Joan, had never been so favored by Ramon and asked him to personally teach staff skills.

In the past, the responsibility was generally left to the hired teachers.

This illegitimate son who has just arrived and has not seen each other for twenty years is so loved by her husband?

"Xenia." Lord Ramon shook his head. "I owe them a lot, mother and son. Let me, the father, make up for it a little bit."

Ji Lan frowned slightly.

He cast a questioning look at Old Charles, who looked apologetic and had clearly conveyed Gillan's refusal to move into the manor.

It's just that Lord Ramon doesn't seem to agree with this.

At this time, the eldest son Prince had already walked in with the support of his younger brother Qiao An.

There were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his clothes were messy, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

His eyes flashed towards Ji Lan, hiding dissatisfaction and disgust.

Prince took the initiative to propose a discussion with the intention of embarrassing the other party, but he did not expect to embarrass himself.

Seeing his father's affectionate gesture toward Gilan, with a rare smile on his face, made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Prince!" Mrs. Xenia's expression changed, she took out her handkerchief, stepped forward quickly, and carefully wiped the blood from her son's mouth. "Are you injured somewhere?"

"I'm fine, mother."

Prince felt that he could not lose his face and quickly pushed the lady's hand away.

"I just accidentally hit my lip."

In fact, he still feels that his arms are sore and his bones are about to break.

I was convinced that the country bumpkin brother definitely did it on purpose.

That kick was so damn hard!

If he kicks a little crookedly and hits a vital point, he will lose half his life even if he doesn't die!

But what he didn't know was that Jilan had already kept his hand and controlled the force. Otherwise, he would be kicked into a puddle of rotten flesh on the spot under the "Broken Bones".

Even if there are two masters watching over the scene, there is absolutely no time to stop it.

"Brother Prince, are you really okay?"

My younger sister Milinda looked innocent, pointed at his red, swollen, and slightly trembling hands, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"Why are your hands shaking behind your back?"

"I'm fine!" Prince's face changed slightly. "Milinda, don't talk nonsense!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Xenia held up her son's arm with concern, showing distress on her face.

"Ciel! Go and find the manor doctor and nurse!"

She hurriedly ordered the old housekeeper, then turned to look at her husband and said angrily:

"I told you not to let the children compete, but you didn't listen. Jilan just came to the manor and didn't know the situation at all, so he didn't do it lightly..."

"That's enough." Lord Ramon raised his hand and said calmly. "The men of the Farhan family are not pampered losers. A small injury is nothing. Even if Gilan kicks both of his hands off, he is not allowed to cry out in pain."

"This is your own spar, Prince."

"I know, Father."

Prince gritted his teeth and nodded.

Mrs. Xenia snorted coldly and glanced indifferently at Danilo and Xizi who were walking towards them. She also didn't have a good look on Gilan and Miss Sparrow.

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Night falls.

In the dining room of the Manor House.

The gorgeous and extravagant crystal chandelier hangs down, and hundreds of lamp beads emit warm yellow light, illuminating the polished ivory white ceramic tiles.

Under the chandelier is a white marble dining table more than ten meters long.

At the table, everyone in the Farhan family gathered together. The old count and his uncle and aunt were not there, only the Ramon family, and Guillen and Mademoiselle Sparrow.

Lord Ramon changed into a formal black dress with a high collar and took the main seat.

Old Charles stood aside, while the two royal bodyguards Danilo and Xizi were guarding him on the left and right.

On both sides of the dining table, men and women are clearly separated.

Gillan sat in the first place on the left hand side of Lord Ramon, followed by Prince and Joan. Opposite were Mrs. Xenia, Nancy, Milinda, and Miss Sparrow.

“Celebrating the addition of a new member to the Farhan family.”

Lord Ramon smiled and spoke, his eyes falling on Gillan.

Old Charles took a step forward at the right time, stretched out his white-gloved hand, held a high-end red wine bottle through a handkerchief, and poured a glass of wine for the master and everyone present.

"Welcome my son, Gillan Farhan, back to the family."

Lord Ramon took the lead in raising his glass and was in high spirits.

"From now on, we are all a family, and you should live in harmony."

"Yes, father."

Milinda smiled and raised her glass.

"Brother Jilan, welcome."

"welcome."

The others also raised their glasses one after another.

Nancy and Joan spoke out.

However, Mrs. Xenia kept a straight face and did not speak, while Prince did not even raise his head. He picked up the wine glass and gave a perfunctory signal.

The injuries on his body were simply treated by the manor doctor. A hemostatic patch was put on the corner of his mouth, and blood-stasis-removing ointment was applied to both arms. His face looked ugly.

"I'm not planning to change my last name."

Gilan did not raise his glass, but turned to look at the middle-aged man at the head of the table.

"I don't plan to live in the manor either."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard his words.

Lord Ramon's smile faded and he glanced at Gillan.

"We'll talk about this topic after dinner. Okay, let's start eating."

Everyone saw Lord Ramon's displeasure and did not dare to say anything. They each picked up their knives and forks in an elegant manner and silently ate the rich and expensive meals on the table.

Prince glanced at the eldest brother beside him without any trace, sarcastically in his heart.

An opportunity to reach the sky in one step is presented to you, and you still push it away. This is not a fool.

But he was also happy with it.

Looking up, he saw Miss Sparrow sitting at the bottom of the dining table, still wearing a small hat and veil. Prince felt unhappy and took the opportunity to smile:

"Miss, haven't your family taught you that it is very rude to wear a hat when dining at someone else's house?"

"Brother Prince."

Nancy stopped her knife and fork, frowned and shook her head.

Milinda glanced at Miss Sparrow who lowered her head next to her, then looked at Prince and reminded:

"Miss Aurora's situation is rather special..."

Prince seemed not to notice his sister's reminder, shrugged, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Okay, maybe this is the custom in small outlying towns? I understand."