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Chapter 9 Two Ways

Chapter 9 Two Roads

Mrs. Field, who had already taken little Blovik back and was busy feeding him milk, also expressed her dissatisfaction with Albert: "Abel, you are our eldest son, the elder brother of your younger siblings, but in fact you never

You haven’t fulfilled your responsibility as a big brother and become a role model for them. Just like you never wanted to hug Little Booker, Little Booker doesn’t like you either. He will even cry when you approach him...

Claude has changed a lot since he recovered from his illness. I often see him hiding in a corner and reading quietly. His grades in school have also improved. Last time I met Teacher Wickham from junior high school on the street.

, he praised Claude well. Now Claude is much more sensible. At home, he helps me with housework and takes care of my younger brothers and sisters. Both Anna and Little Booker like him, and they often

I pestered him to tell me stories.

But you always look at him with old eyes and hate him. He is your brother, not your enemy. Abel, you are an adult now and have a formal job, but this does not mean that you are scolded at home.

The power of younger siblings. And you also treat your home like a hotel. Except for eating and sleeping, I usually don't see you. What's especially outrageous is that you also asked Anna to wash your underwear and socks. She is only twelve years old.

Years old...

As a mother, I don’t want to know where your monthly salary is spent, and I won’t ask you to subsidize the family, but you can at least spend a little money to hire a laundry maid, right? Anna has a cowardly character, and you are hers

Brother, she will not refuse your request, but if Claude knows about this, I believe you will not feel comfortable..."

"Okay, stop talking about this." Mr. Morsan interrupted his wife's complaint and turned his attention to his eldest son: "Abel, I think you should hire a long-term laundry maid to solve these problems in your own life.

Please, do you understand what I mean?"

Albert nodded with a stiff face: "I understand."

Mr. Morsand took out his beloved black mulberry ivory mouth pipe from his pocket, took out the tobacco bag, picked some cut tobacco and stuffed it into the cigarette butt, then lit it with a match. After taking a deep breath, he felt very comfortable.

He leaned back in his chair and decided to have a serious talk with his eldest son:

"Abel, the path I have chosen for you is to become a civil servant of the government. Before the age of eighteen, you were not an adult and could enjoy the conveniences brought by my father as a citizen. But now that you are twenty years old, legally speaking

You are already an adult, and my national identity is no longer of use to you. You are now just an administrative clerk with a civilian identity. If you want to change your identity, you must rely on your own efforts and unremitting persistence.

I recommend you to Sir Fox because I don’t want you to be like my father, who spent more than ten years in the position of administrative clerk before becoming a citizen. Sir Fox can cut this process in half, but the premise is

You can gain his trust and support. I can't give you much help in this regard. Everything can only rely on your own ability. I have pointed out the direction for you. Whether you can reach the goal on this road depends on yourself.

My feet..."

Mr. Morsan took another puff of cigarette and exhaled it slowly, letting the smoke cover his face: "Claude is different from you. He is a physical education student with a strong body and quick reactions. He is sixteen years old this year.

He will graduate at the end of next year, and there will still be two years until he turns 18 and returns to civilian status. Your mother and I have decided to send him to the mainland of Nubisia after he graduates next year. Viscount Jerryhausen Van Kruse is here

The Tiersim region there served as the governor, and he was Claude's nominal godfather, so Claude would enlist in the army there to gain his support.

Abel, you don’t have to worry that Claude will divide your family property. Enlisting in the army is a path of glory, but this road is full of dangers. There is always the possibility of losing your life in war. Like you, I have no heart in my heart.

We didn't have the spirit of adventure and didn't have the courage to face artillery fire on the battlefield, so we all chose the path of civilian service.

But the path of joining the army is full of opportunities. If you can perform meritorious service on the battlefield, you will soon become a citizen, and you may even be awarded a title. Compared with our civil service path, the promotion in this path is too fast.

Well, maybe our Field family will still need Claude to help in the future, as long as he is lucky.

This is also the reason why I sent him to Viscount Cruz. The Tiersim area is a newly occupied area. There are constant wars and rebellions there, but the casualties are not heavy. Claude should not encounter too much danger. In the past two years

The situation in the border areas of our kingdom is becoming more and more tense. The Kingdom of Nasseri has once again organized an anti-Austria alliance. Almost all the kingdoms and principalities in the eastern part of the mainland have joined this alliance. I suspect that it is likely to break out again in another year or two.

Regional war, sending Claude to the Nubicia continent is also to avoid participating in this war..."

Mr. Morsan took off his pipe and sighed. According to an unwritten rule of the kingdom, every physical education student in the country is actually a reservist of the army, and the "Four Civil Classes Rights and Interests Act" stipulates that,

Regardless of whether the families of these students have national status, these students will automatically become civilians as soon as they reach adulthood at the age of 18. The national status of their parents will no longer have any effect on them. They must serve in the military and work hard to earn national status for themselves.

There were rapid footsteps on the stairs, and Claude rushed downstairs carrying a leather backpack.

"Father, Mom, I'm leaving." Still ignoring Albert sitting at the dining table, and pinching little Blovik's baby-fat cheek, Claude rushed out of the house.

Little Blovik's face was pinched, and he opened his mouth to cry. Mrs. Field quickly stuffed the fried eggs in the spoon. When little Blovik tasted something wrong, he hurriedly spit it out.

For a moment, he forgot about his brother pinching him.

"Baby, be good and eat the eggs. You will grow faster if you eat eggs." Mrs. Field began to coax him.

"I don't want to eat the eggs if they are not sweet..." Little Blovik shook his head like a rattle.

"The eggs are all salted, how can they be sweet..." Mrs. Field was dumbfounded.

"Forget it, just smear him with honey, and remember to let him brush his teeth again after eating." Mr. Molsang stood up: "I've finished eating too, it's time to go to the town hall."

"By the way, Pani." Mr. Morsan took off his hat from the coat rack, turned around and called his wife by her nickname: "I already said hello to Raul from the health center yesterday. He will send someone to clean the cesspool in the morning.

, then it will be enough for you to tip the cleaners three sunars. Also, I am going to entertain some people in the evening, and someone will bring something over before noon. You just need to keep the account and accept it. Although the banquet arrangements are

At home, but you just need to make arrangements. I have made an agreement with Pied from the tavern. He will bring someone to cook in the afternoon, so you don’t need to be busy."

Mrs. Field nodded: "Okay, I understand, don't worry."

Mr. Morsan came to Mrs. Field, leaned over and kissed her and little Blovik, and then said to Albert: "You must be present at the banquet in the evening, Albert, even though they are all people you know."

, but in this situation today, you have to show humility and prudence, so as to increase others' good impression of you, understand."

As soon as Claude rushed out of the house, he saw two teenagers also wearing junior high school uniforms standing in front of the shop across the street and waving to him.

"You are here, where is Boa?" Claude rushed across the street and came to them.

The tall Viricro Fonseca is the second son of the hunter Kubelik. His father is a veteran and has participated in two foreign wars of the kingdom. He was lucky enough to be unscathed, but he did not make any achievements on the battlefield.

Meritorious service. After fifteen years of service and obtaining national status, he chose to retire from the army, returned to his hometown and married a wife. The next year he had a daughter, and two years later his wife gave birth to a son, Viricolo.

Next to him, Ali Watson Altruni is slightly shorter, but very strong. His father is a captain, and his family owns an ocean-going fishing boat called the "Red Sea Shark." Sometimes his family also works part-time on this fishing boat.

The cargo ship is also a famous figure in Bailu Town.

"Boa may have to come later. Do you want the money?" Ali Watson asked.

Boa is a nickname, just like Erikson's name is Ike, and Verrico's name is Vero. He is the son of Rubiwell Boardman, a famous businessman in White Deer Town, and his full name is Boa Boa.

Deman. The three of them and Claude are classmates and friends at Bailu Town National High School.

The cause of the serious illness of the former owner of the time traveler's body was related to the three of them. It was last winter, the four of them decided to go to the frozen White Deer Lake to dig an ice hole for fishing, and Claude accidentally fell into it.

The ice cave. Fortunately, these three guys rescued him from the lake and sent him home. As a result, Claude fell seriously ill with a high fever, and then the time traveler took over his body. Because of this, now

None of the three of them dared to call Claude's house for fear of seeing his parents.

"Well, I got it. My father gave me a silver taller. What about you?" Claude said.

"Well, I got it too. My dad threw me a silver taler after hearing what I said." Erikson replied proudly.

"What about you, Vero?"

"My sister said she didn't have any money at home, so she gave me two antelope skins and asked me to take them to the grocery store to sell them. She didn't care how much I sold them," Virik replied angrily, obviously disapproving of his sister's behavior.

Very dissatisfied.

Only then did Claude realize that there was another package at Vericro's feet, which probably contained the two antelope skins that his sister had thrown over.

"It's okay, Vero." Claude comforted: "No matter how much these two antelope skins are worth, with the three of us here, you don't have to worry about the equestrian training fees. Besides, according to our original plan, two people

Including a training horse, we actually have half more money."

If one person rents a horse for training, it requires a silver taler. So the four people decided to rent two horses, which not only saves costs but also does not leave the training horses empty. After all, no one can stick to the horse all day. In addition, there are more

With the money, they can also make other plans and arrangements.

"Hey, I'm here." A slightly fat Bockaar ran over. He said hello and turned to the stall selling mutton naan bread parked next to the street: "Give me a grilled naan bread, I want that..."

"Cut it into four pieces." Ericson quickly added.

Claude walked up to Bockaar and poked his fat belly with his hand: "You didn't eat anything in the morning? I think it's time for you to lose weight. It's okay to be hungry."

"What?" Boker opened Claude's paw: "I woke up late in the morning, so I drank a cup of black tea. I ran all the way and my stomach was empty and I starved to death."

"Two sunars, thank you." The stall owner handed over the mutton grilled naan that had been cut into four pieces.

So everyone took a piece each without ceremony. Only Bockaar muttered as he paid: "You are going too far. You are stealing my breakfast."

Erickson gnawed on the mutton grilled naan and said, "I think Claude is right. It's time for you to lose weight. Eating less will be good for your body."


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