Chapter 223 Banquet Incident 2

"Now, does anyone have any objections?"

The Duke said with a sullen face, and several people from the Ferdinand family immediately withdrew in a timid manner.

The hall soon fell into a dead silence. Whoever interfered in this matter would be unlucky.

After a few seconds, a man stood up. It was Count Martz Kent, who was designated as the heir by the Duke.

"My Lord Duke, I am dull and really unworthy of the Duke's position."

Martz Kent's voice was as sincere as it could be, "Your Lord, you should find another suitable candidate."

"No!"

The Duke waved his hand at him, "I have decided that the Duke's position will be inherited by you, as long as your Kent family restores the surname of Ferdinand."

"This..."

Martz Kent looked a little hesitant.

The Duke actually said in a slightly pleading voice: "The current members of the Ferdinand family are not useful. I am afraid that after I am called by the Lord, the family will decline."

The people of the same clan as the Duke suddenly became ashamed.

"What, Martz Kent? Our two families have a common ancestor. Don't you want to contribute to the glory of our ancestors?"

"I..."

Martz Kent was still hesitating.

His appearance made Paul anxious, "Damn, this guy is still hesitating about something that is a piece of cake. He is just pretending."

Although Martz Kent had a grudge against him, Paul was envious of his good luck.

Why didn't he get such a good thing?

"Okay!" Martz Kent seemed to have made up his mind.

"Since the Duke doesn't dislike me, I will accept your arrangement without knowing my own limitations. My Lord, I will definitely develop and expand the Ferdinand family."

Hearing what Earl Kent said, the Duke smiled and kept saying, "Good! Good! Good!"

He seemed to have immediately recovered his previous frail appearance and raised the glass tremblingly - just now the servants quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground and rearranged the wine and food.

"Everyone! Let's celebrate the birth of the new successor of the Ferdinand family!"

The hall suddenly became lively again, and the guests started toasting again. No one remembered Viscount Henry who had just been dragged out.

Everyone took turns to curry favor with the future Duke Ferdinand.

In order to maintain a good relationship, Paul and Mellon also came to Maltz Kent with wine glasses.

"Earl Kent, congratulations!"

Paul resisted the urge to spit on his face and congratulated Earl Kent, although his heart was full of old grudges and jealousy.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, I'll have to rely on the help of the two neighbors in the future!"

Maltz Kent laughed heartily, and then drank a large glass of wine with Paul and Mellon, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened between them.

After the ceremony, Paul returned to his seat and ate and drank by himself.

Earl Kent looked at Paul's back as he left, revealing a smug look.

The 'boy' beside him said nothing.

After the banquet, the Duke announced that he would hold a tournament to let the nobles and knights who were more confident in their skills show their prowess on the field.

"Are you interested in participating?"

Paul asked Bryce and Victor.

Bryce laughed at himself and said, "Haha, forget it. Lord Earl, informal knights like us are not qualified to play. If Lord Schroeder were here, we could participate."

Paul shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'm not interested in watching either, so why don't we go back."

Mellon looked very interested: "Although we won't participate, it's always okay to watch."

Victor on the side had the same expression as him.

"Okay, Mellon, you and Victor go to the field to watch the excitement, and Bryce and I will visit Bishop Leonard."

So the four of them parted ways, and Paul was led by Bryce to the cathedral.

After riding for nearly half an hour, they arrived at the cathedral in Cent City, the bishop's residence of the Northwest Bay Church.

Bishop Leonard received them in the reception room.

The Bishop did not look sick. As the priest said, he was using this excuse not to go to Duke Ferdinand's banquet.

"Old Dean, long time no see."

"Mr. Earl, long time no see."

Leonard still had that old-fashioned expression, but he smiled when he saw his old friend.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The two chatted, and Paul told him about some things that happened in Alda recently. Leonard smiled more and more.

When they talked about the banquet just now, Leonard denounced the nobles' extravagance and debauchery. He spoke so unscrupulously because he knew that Paul's personal life was also simple - compared to other nobles.

"Speaking of which, there was an incident at the banquet just now."

"Huh? What was it?"

"Duke Ferdinand announced his heir."

"Finally, this day has come. It seems that the Duke has given up the idea of ​​having a son. Is it his older brother, Viscount Henry?"

It is well known how hard Duke Ferdinand tried to have a son.

"No, you guessed wrong. The heir is that guy Maltzkent."

Hearing what Paul said, Bishop Leonard's face became serious.

"Is it Maltzkent? His family does have some origins with the Ferdinand family, but there is no reason for the Duke to choose such a collateral branch, right? I remember he threatened us last year..."

"Yes, he threatened us last year, but I don't know what medicine he took wrong later, so he 'let' us go."

"Alas..."

The old dean sighed, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"I'm afraid something will happen. Maltzkent is not a good person to deal with. My Lord Earl, you must be careful. After he takes over the Duke's power, there is nothing that can restrain him in this land in the northwest."

Although Leonard is now a bishop, the old dean is more disciplined. In his creed, unless it involves church affairs, the church should not interfere in the affairs between secular lords.

So, all he can do is to remind Paul verbally in a private capacity.

"Thank you for your reminder, but Alda is no longer a soft persimmon that can be easily manipulated."

Paul's face was very confident.

Leonard agreed with his words. Through correspondence with his student Father Anderson, he also knew that Alda was developing rapidly recently and was no longer the poor and weak earldom before.

He still had a lot of feelings for the place where he was born and lived and worked for a long time. He was very pleased with the changes in the past year, and he also respected Paul who promoted these changes.

After spending nearly two hours in the church, Paul and Bryce said goodbye to Bishop Lenander and returned to their residence.

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