Harold hid a shocking secret in his heart. He didn't even dare to look left and right as he was walking. He walked home as leisurely as possible, for fear of letting the Wolf family he met see something wrong.
It took a lot of time, but luckily no accident happened.
When he entered, he happened to see his father, Earl Harriman, listening to the report of his subordinates with his brows furrowed.
His movements alarmed the two of them, and they each glanced at him. After realizing it was him, they did not chase him away or interfere too much, as if he did not exist.
The earl was like this, and the retainers who reported to him did not regard Harold as a person worthy of respect.
The Harriman family believes in the jungle law of the jungle, and those who can reach the top of the family must also believe in this rule.
Unfortunately, Harold is at the bottom of this rule.
No one regards him as the eldest young master.
No, it's still in front of him, otherwise without his status as an eldest young master, Harold wouldn't be able to live a less happy and safe life.
Their performance made Harold very angry.
Or rather, Harold has been holding his breath, and the more he wants to use his own way to prove that he is a useful person to the family.
The conversation between the count and the reporter paused for a moment, then continued.
The reporter said: "We have gathered all the clues, but there is something wrong with the explanation of the 'long yellow creature that the big wolf likes to eat', which is the main material needed for the ritual."
"Is it an extinct creature? We can entrust people from the time plane to find it." The count deduced in his mind and gave his own opinion.
"We're not sure yet. We'll have to look through ancient books to see if there's a clear explanation. If we're lucky, we might be able to get the answer in a day or two."
When Earl Harriman heard this, his expression became serious, "We don't have much time, we must get this weapon as soon as possible so that we can use it as a bargaining chip."
The person reporting the report said bitterly: "Sir, this is just a clue to decipher the clues. The subsequent improvement and adjustment of the ritual will require more time."
The two of them fell into silence at the same time.
Harold, who had been listening quietly, suddenly said: "Could the long yellow thing be a yellow banana? The ritual requires blood as a..."
Being stared at by two people at the same time, Harold became a little stuttering, "This... this is what I secretly... secretly listened to Andy."
"Master Harold, your rich imagination can be used in painting, painting a wolf eating yellow bananas. Maybe the people in the philosophical debate system will regard you as a great artist."
Although the other party addressed him as a young master, the arrogance and disdain in his words were like hot water pouring into his ears, making Harold argue loudly and unbearably: "This is not my imagination, I come from the Wolf family and Andy."
That’s what I heard.”
"Master, no one would be so stupid as to put such important news about the Gate of Ruins on the street."
Harold's face turned red and his hands were shaking, unable to speak a word.
"You mean yellow banana?" the count suddenly asked thoughtfully.
"Your Majesty the Earl?" The reporter was very aggrieved.
He seemed to have picked up a strange stone on the ground, smelled it, bit it and licked it, and someone said it was sheep dung.
Children say it’s okay.
Even the people I respect the most say so.
It wasn't until the count glanced at him that the reporter suddenly started to feel excited, broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly woke up.
He fell to his knees with a plop, not daring to look at the earl again.
"We pursue strength because we must fight for our lives to live, not because we pursue arrogance." The Duke said calmly.
Harold was ecstatic when he saw this, expecting his father to stand up for him. Donald's prestige was built on his father standing up for him again and again.
However, the Duke didn't say anything, nor did he ask anyone to get up. He tapped the armrest of his seat, completely immersed in his own rhythm.
Harold was upset when he heard this. He didn't know whether his father agreed or disapproved.
"Such important news is indeed not something anyone would put on the street. A wise hunter should always be careful about the possibility of becoming prey."
"It's not the street, I overheard it from a remote place," Harold gritted his teeth and said: "Andy didn't know how I could have prepared false news in advance when I went to find him. Besides, Andy is a better person than Donald
You are such a young boy, you can't act... as thoughtfully as you, father."
Before he could finish his words, he was stared at by the dim brown-yellow eyes of the young earl. He was paused in his words, but he still managed to finish in one breath.
To his surprise, the count did not slap him.
"Harold, you are a weak snake, not a reckless wolf. What you need is patience and observation. If you ask your brother, you will know that since he learned that Andy was alive, he has always wanted to incorporate this plan into his life.
An accidental kill, but now, not only is Andy not dead, he is even standing at a higher place than you.
This can explain something.
No matter how lucky or powerful you are, you are still your brother and your means are not as good as his.
Would you talk about something as important as the Gate of Ruins on the street?"
All Harold's strength disappeared in an instant. Even if he didn't want to in his heart, he had to admit that his father was right.
He is not as good as his younger brother, and his younger brother may not be as good as Andy.
"I understand, father." Harold's tone was low, completely gone as he was excited and proud when he heard the news.
"You don't understand," the count stood up. "You have done a good job. The news about the door is probably true."
Harold couldn't understand and looked up at his father blankly.
The earl thought he was explaining to him, but he also thought he was saying to himself, "A bait that is not heavy enough is useless to snakes, but a bait that is heavy enough... It seems that what is said outside is right, the Duke has chosen Andy as his adopted son. An
Only with the help of the Wolf family did Andy dare to throw out this bait. Humph, he climbed on the Lang family's lap and dared to open such a big mouth. Andy is so good that I want to support him as an adopted son."
Harold didn't know if the person kneeling on the ground understood it. Anyway, he could hear everything his father said clearly, but when put together, he didn't understand what it meant at all.
The only thing that understood was that Andy seemed to have surpassed him and Donald and started to fight with his father from a distance.
So terrible!
Harold said cautiously: "Father, since you think Andy can do it, why don't you support him? In this world..."
"Brother, if you don't want to get slapped again, you'd better shut up."
It was Donald who slipped out of the darkness and slid into the chair.
Harold opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
He was clearly standing in the middle of the room, but he felt like he was outside.
"Go and tell him everything you know, and find a way to open the ruins as soon as possible." The Earl looked at Harold and pointed to the people on the ground with his chin.
Watching them walk out of the house, Donald withdrew his gaze and asked softly: "Father, you knew it was a trap, why did you still follow them?"
"The Duke must be very clear about what I can figure out, but he just watched Andy set a trap instead of directly letting people destroy us. Do you know why?"
"The Lang family has no substantial evidence and can't take action."
"Have you become stupid too? I have observed our Lord Duke for a long time and found that no matter how exaggerated I am about him, it is not too much. The only reason why the Lang family does not take action is to give us a chance."
The earl laughed, "Maybe it was because of the fire we made, or maybe Andy flew too high, the Duke wanted to find someone to stand on tiptoe, but he did give him a chance, a chance to risk everything.
You and Andy will definitely have a much-anticipated duel.
The winner takes all.”
Amidst the roaring laughter, Donald stretched out from the chair, his fishy yellow eyes like snake eyes full of excitement.