Chapter 499: Marquis Dies

Sir Perez smiled, then restrained himself in an instant.

He tried to manage his expression: "The third son is restless. If it weren't for the marriage arranged by father, how could our family be so rich today?

Your Majesty has given him a title and a fiefdom. Isn't he satisfied?"

As he said this, he tidied his clothes, picked up the tray, and whispered to his left and right: "Don't tell father about this first. He is in poor health recently. Don't get angry."

After the people around him agreed, Sir Perez, who looked like a filial son, went to visit the old marquis.

When he entered the door, he took a special look and found that several old knights were there.

Sir Perez smiled slightly. His father was still his father.

In this family, the old man is not dead, and the others can't jump up.

Carrying porridge to the bedside, the old marquis sat back and looked good.

Sir Perez came forward and knelt, reminding in a low voice: "Father, it's time to eat."

The old marquis glanced at him. His cheeks were thin but he was in good spirits and his eyes were bright.

The old marquis didn't say anything and finished his meal silently.

At old age, he can still eat food served by his son, which is actually good.

Sir Perez wanted to wipe his mouth with a towel, but the old marquis coughed and snatched it.

"Ahem, Cloya."

"I'm here."

Knight Cloya is also old, but he specially cleaned up today and looks like he can fight again.

As the fiefdom knights of the Perez family, they are the foundation of the Perez family.

Inherited from generation to generation, father and son replaced each other, followed each other in armor during war, and guarded on both sides at ordinary times.

Even when the family was inherited, it was also a backup to ensure the execution of the will of the head of the family.

"Call the few people at home to come over, forget about the third child, let him be locked up." The old earl's voice was quite loud.

Sir Perez was happy in his heart, as expected, his father already knew about it.

There was no need to expose this kind of thing by himself, how could the big things in the family be hidden from the old father?

Soon all the Perez heirs at home were called over.

The old marquis is not in good health this year, so everyone tried to come back.

After all, the old marquis's qualifications are there, and the family's descendants are abroad, and they are also protected by his reputation.

However, they were suddenly called here today, and everyone felt a little uneasy. Could it be that the news that the third son was confined by His Majesty was leaked?

The old marquis tried to sit up straight, looking at his children and grandchildren. There would be few useless people by then, and even the eldest son... did it perfectly.

"Family inheritance, only the eldest son and the legitimate son, this is our tradition in the north.

Fortunately, I have educated him well over the years, and the eldest son is quite capable and has done well in all aspects.

He is also filial and has means."

The old marquis first praised the eldest son, and the eldest son, Sir Perez, trembled all over. Could it be... it's his turn.

"I already know what the third son did. It's not his turn to worry about the title of the family. His Majesty did the right thing.

The eldest son... I know that you must have done something about it, and I don't have the energy to find your evidence."

Sir Perez was shocked and wanted to explain. Some of his brothers and nephews were surprised, and some had expected it.

The old marquis reached out to stop young Sir Perez from speaking, and continued: "Listen to me, I don't have many days left, so I'll arrange the family affairs first.

Boss, you did nothing wrong. Family inheritance is not the time to pay attention to brotherly love and respect. When your uncle wanted to fight with me, I broke his leg with my own hands. This is the tradition of our northern nobles, do you understand?"

Young Sir Perez was dizzy. He didn't expect that his old father understood better than anyone else.

But thinking about it, it was right. What he did today was what the old man had left over. It was indeed beyond his ability.

Although his thoughts were revealed, it was fine as long as the ending was good.

"But... things are different now. The third son's daughter is the queen. Our family's inheritance can't be solved behind closed doors.

The third son is wrong, and it's not his turn to think about the title.

But you can't plot against him, otherwise the queen will be uncomfortable, and the prince will be uncomfortable, this won't do.

Second son, come forward and kneel down."

The second son Borg couldn't believe it. The eldest son was powerful, and the third son was lucky. I was lying flat, how could I still have a business.

It was his son who pushed him, and he staggered to the ground.

"You look so useless. If it were the past, you wouldn't even think about the family business.

But it doesn't matter now. Our family has been glorious to the extreme, not to mention the crown prince's succession. As long as you don't do anything stupid, this family... won't fail." The old marquis was in low spirits. He knew that his family didn't need a powerful leader now, but it was inevitable that he felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this was also a good result. Otherwise, being too prominent might not be a good thing.

Presumably, after all this turmoil, some scandals will lead to a more stable future.

The old marquis forced himself to cheer up, stood up and said: "This family is passed on to you.

Knight Cloya, you will go to His Majesty on my behalf later and ask for a grace to settle the replacement of this title."

Okay, it's over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the eldest and the second son were in a trance and had not yet reacted.

Knight Cloya agreed, but his steps were slow.

Little Sir Perez suddenly stood up and looked at his father unwillingly: "I am not convinced, I am not convinced, why?"

"Because the third son is lucky, what can you do if you are not convinced? Dare to tell His Majesty?" The old marquis also cursed: "Waste."

Little Sir Perez withered and never spoke again.

The old marquis also looked at him, his eyes full of disappointment.

The peaceful days have been long, and he has lost his blood.

Boss, it's not that I won't give you a chance. You forced to change my will today. Even if I am imprisoned, this title is still yours.

The Perez family does not need a strong leader, but we are not afraid of a strong leader.

His Majesty is open-minded, how can he not tolerate you?

As for those jumping clowns, what is there to be afraid of? If you dare to talk nonsense, just pick up the sword and chop them.

You are the Queen's uncle, the Marquis of the Empire, the head of the Perez family, and the Knight of the North.

What are you afraid of?

The old marquis suddenly coughed violently. This effort really exhausted him.

It's a pity that this life is perfect, but there are some regrets at the end.

The old marquis recalled the past. He rode with his father to fight since he was young, and taught his younger brothers to be honest when he grew up.

In middle age, he became the earl of the kingdom and guarded a place.

When he was old, he married his granddaughter to the emperor and took the family to a further step.

"In my life, I have killed barbarians, slept with beauties, acted recklessly in front of the king's court, and ridden with His Majesty.

My father was right to hand over the family to me.

I hope I didn't make the wrong choice, Borg... don't let me down."

The light in the old marquis' eyes gradually disappeared, and everyone began to cry.

Although the noble heritage is cold and ruthless, people are emotional animals after all.

What's more, the old marquis really didn't treat his family badly in his life.