When he was a child, his mother always placed the boy at home in the imperial capital, under the care of his grandmother, while she followed her father to the front line and did not return for a long time.
The boy had no idea or understanding of what his father was doing, but every time he came back he was covered in scars, even so badly that he needed professional doctors and ascendants to treat him.
His mother would always be by his side, and sometimes she would be injured, sometimes even more seriously than his father.
The boy always couldn't understand it when he was a child. He would shed tears and beg his father and mother not to leave him behind. He didn't remember where the "hometown" his father always talked about was.
He only knew that every time his father tried to take back his hometown, he would be close to death.
We will be close together once and say goodbye forever.
"Ayers, my child... For you who were born in the imperial capital, the Grant Territory north of Shenzhen Harbor is a strange word, but for me and your mother, it was our childhood.
It is the homeland where we were born, where our fortress and people once lived.”
"Your grandfather, great-grandfather, and more ancestors are buried there... We have failed before and escaped in embarrassment, but one failure does not mean failure every time. We will succeed one day and take back our hometown!
"
Before leaving, the man left such words. He did not expect his children to understand them. He just repeated his determination to himself.
Hometown, what exactly is hometown?
Young Ayers didn't understand this term. He didn't know what Grant's Territory looked like, what the wind there smelled like, whether the water was sweet, or whether the people's songs were melodious and gentle, just like the tunes hummed by grandma.
That is not his hometown.
What about the Imperial City? The city he was born in and is familiar with. He is familiar with every street, the smell of the air, and even has his own friends and memories.
But that doesn't seem to be his hometown either.
Grandma is a strict old woman. Every time her parents leave for the front line, she will strictly train the boy. She will not talk about the glory of the nobility, nor will she ask the boy to always remember to take back his hometown. This old lady only has one
The requirement is to make the boy as strong as possible.
"One day, we will all leave. By that time, you will definitely have your own wisdom, and you will also have your own friends and relatives. Ayers... Even if you don't take back the things your parents want to take back, you just want to
To hold on to what you have now, you have to become stronger."
"Human society has morals, interests, and rules, but humans are also beasts, and beasts will compare their strength at any time."
So every time during festivals, when other aristocratic families and even commoner families in the imperial capital gather with their parents to laugh and have fun, the boy can only train day after day in the family training ground under the guidance of the old woman.
to exercise.
The boy's talent is not good. He is not a genius. He cannot draw inferences from one example and understand the essence of swordsmanship. He cannot also mobilize the essence smoothly, condense the essence seeds easily, and build the circulation of essence in the body.
But he can do it through hard work, perseverance, and determination.
Every time when he was almost dizzy after hard training, grandma would hold the boy in her arms and softly sing a gentle song, a folk song originating from her hometown in the North and the border of the empire.
A song about people traveling to foreign lands, establishing territories, building homes, and marrying the one they love.
It's just that the boy rarely listens to the whole song because he always falls asleep halfway through.
He originally thought that he could accept such a day. Such a day was already very happy. Although it was hard, he was also full of anticipation for the arrival of a new day.
But that day finally came. Grandma, who was entering the twilight years of her life, was too old to move alone and was bedridden. For this reason, her parents, who had been fighting on the northern front, also returned to the imperial capital early in a rare event.
Grandma left peacefully, and just ordered her father to promise her that she would give the boy the right to choose for himself.
During the burial, the mother held the boy in her arms. She shed more tears than the boy, but this did not mean that the boy was not sad.
He was just thinking about a question.
In his future, will there be a place, a person, or a thing that can allow him to face death as calmly as his grandmother?
Or are you like your father and mother, who will move forward unswervingly even if you leave your children behind and find yourself in danger?
The parents did not leave the Imperial Capital immediately. They went through the procedures for the boy to enter the Imperial Capital Academy and were awarded the title by Emperor Yinaga II. Although the frontline fortress has not been recaptured so far, their bravery and loyalty have been recognized.
.
However, after the medal was awarded, my mother had a quarrel with my father. Their argument was about 'giving up' and 'new goals', and about 'sacrifice' and 'glory'.
"It was you who talked about your hometown, and it was you who gave up your hometown; it was you who fought desperately, and now it is you Harrison who is afraid of death and cowardly. What on earth are you thinking?!"
"Things have to be prioritized. There will be no possibility of taking back our hometown in the next thirty years. The empire's center of gravity is not in the north. It is no longer possible to return to our homeland just by relying on our own strength... But His Majesty gave us a chance.
As long as we can open up a South China Sea port in Nanling and build an exploration base, then in the future, when His Majesty clears the north of Shenzhen Port, we will have merit and can return home with honor."
Ayers didn't understand his parents' conversation.
All he knew was that his parents were leaving again, heading to a new battlefield.
"Don't hate me, kid."
The father's scarred face, rough hands and stinging stubble make people hate him, and the mother's gentle hug makes the boy unable to express that emotion.
Until now, Viscount Grant has never hated his parents even once, even though they almost never accompanied him through his childhood, and even though they died one by one without leaving him any time to prepare.
Even if they die, they will still be losers who only cause trouble to others.
But it doesn't matter.
Because he already understands.
Because he has found it.
Found that place and those people.
That kind of thing and purpose that can allow him to face death calmly and not waver in the face of danger.
He found his hometown, had his own lover and children, had his own ambitions and expected a future.
Right here in Harrison Harbor.
What about you, Patrick, my friend?
Many years later, the boy has grown up and is about to become a father.
The expressionless middle-aged nobleman entered the secret inscription that only he and his best friend knew, the inscription they had agreed on when they were young.
He opened the small box in front of him.
The box was given away after his death, as if he already knew his ending. Patrick, who could have said nothing even though it was okay to say nothing, insisted on leaving an explanation to his friend at the last moment.
"Let me see what you want to say to me."
Let me see, you, a guy who obviously has the opportunity to live a stable life that I envy, and who pursues the fame and wealth that I will never get in my life, why did you lose your life in this country place? .
Whispering softly to himself, Ayres Grant read the tightly packed letter.
[My friend Ayers Grant, when you can read this letter, I will be dead. Maybe you killed me yourself, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I am already dead, so there are many things I can’t do. No scruples]
[It's just that I'm worried about you, my friend. I never thought of involving you in this whirlpool from the beginning, so I didn't ask you to join forces in my plan. It was just accidents one after another. Since you can receive this letter If you believe it, it means that my hunch is correct. I may die because I am soft-hearted, underestimate my opponent, or encounter a strong enemy, such as you】
[These are all details. Anyway, I have to tell you some things you should know]
[This time, my target is my nephew, Isengard Ellen, a child that I regard as my own child. He is a really good child, with empathy and true feelings that our group lacks. courage, but because of some royal reasons, he must die]
[The specific reason is that you should treat it as dangerous as seizing the legitimate son. This is what my eldest brother and I decided together. You must not go into it, just treat it as seizing the legitimate son]
[Just maybe, cutting off his potential and letting him be the first level all his life is also a solution. To be honest, this idea is quite stinky. When I wrote this, I thought of Shuoyuan Dettol. Damn, Avrina has a whole bottle there, and she was able to save Ethan from going the wrong way ten times. This idea is impossible to succeed, and he still has to die]
[That’s true, but the appraiser under your command is a bit outrageous. Where did you find such a genius? That is Master Bavar’s masterpiece! You can’t control him, let him go as soon as possible, otherwise it will delay you. Delaying him will also hinder me]
[I will try to kill him this time. I don’t know if I can succeed. It can be regarded as cutting off a future threat for you. He gives me a sense of danger even more than my brother back then. I am still very good at identifying this kind of genius. Judgment, he is definitely not at a level that someone like you can handle. Don’t say I underestimate you, if you were really that powerful, you would have reached the third level long ago]
[Maybe you don’t want to, so I’ll say sorry first]
[Ayers, I know you will be wondering, why do I want to get involved in this kind of thing? I didn’t even bother to compete with the head of the family back then, let alone involve the royal family in such a troublesome matter? It’s ridiculous to say that I didn’t even think about it at the beginning.
I don’t plan to get involved, but everything has a price]
[Klar Ellen, you must be familiar with this name. He is the child of Brother Wilder and Ellie, and he is also the eldest son of the family]
【He is my child】
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There is no chapter mentioned recently, it will be restored after about the 5th!