"What did you say! Morsant committed suicide by jumping off the building?" After hearing the urgent news from the butler, Sir Fox, who was leisurely enjoying a delicious breakfast and tasting aperitifs of fruit wine, stood up in shock and wrapped the white napkin around his neck.
The wife turned over the crystal wine glass, and almost all the dark red aperitif fruit wine was poured onto Sir Fox.
But Sir Fox, who was always particular about his appearance, no longer cared about his clothes that were splashed with fruit wine. He strode up to the butler, grabbed the butler's lapel, and asked eagerly: "Is this news true?"
The butler was trembling with fright at the distorted face of Sir Fox. He had never seen Sir Fox with such a frightened and angry face before, and finally calmed down: "Yes, sir, it is said that Mr. Morsant was around five o'clock in the morning.
He jumped from the roof of his big red brick house and fell to the cobblestone ground below. His skull cracked and he died on the spot..."
Sir Fox let go of his hand in frustration, turned around and murmured to himself: "He, how dare he commit suicide... Who allowed him to commit suicide!"
The angry Sir Fox lifted up the entire dining table in front of him and pushed it to the side. The tableware and food on it all fell on the exquisite granite floor. The crystal tableware in contact with the hard ground made a crisp shattering sound, and the pieces were everywhere.
The butler standing on one side was frightened like a quail caught in the rain, and did not dare to go forward to persuade Sir Fox, who was almost crazy.
The furious Sir Fox angrily trampled the food on the ground with his feet: "How dare he commit suicide! He has the guts to commit suicide..."
After a while, Sir Fox calmed down, but his eyes were still a little red: "I think the heir to the Field family must be the underage little Blovik, right?"
"Yes, yes, it is said that Mr. Morsan had left a will before committing suicide, allowing his youngest son Blovik to inherit his family business and all the debts..."
Sir Fox became furious again and took several breaths before he could barely control his emotions: "I knew it, I knew it, Morsant, you did a good job! Even if you commit suicide, you will drag me with you and make me everything."
What a joke! His second son, what’s his name, Claude? Isn’t he already an adult and qualified to inherit the family business?”
"Sir, Mr. Morsant's second son, Claude, is an adult at the age of eighteen this year, but he has already registered at the town office, and his household registration is just under the Field family. This is mainly because he does not have
His own assets and house. Currently, he works as a forestry supervisor at the Norman Forestry Farm, with a monthly salary of three silver thalers. It is an enviable and good job. And I heard that he is very filial and has always taken care of his family, so he will not disobey him.
My father's will is to compete with my brother for the inheritance rights. Besides, with the debt, he won't ask for the inheritance rights..."
The butler hesitantly explained a reality that made Sir Fox despair. Indeed, facing a huge debt of five hundred gold crowns, no fool would take the initiative to shoulder it.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have forced Morsang. I met him yesterday and gave him a chance to extend the repayment period. In two or three years, he might not be so determined. Damn it! This is
Drag me to die with you!" Sir Fox finally regretted it, it was such a miscalculation.
"By the way, is that Albert still there in the old street?"
The housekeeper thought for a moment and answered cautiously: "It should still be there. After you fired him three days ago, he went to the old street to find his sweetheart and never came home."
"Go and tell Bedelir to send people to monitor him and don't let him leave the town. In addition, tell him to go home and inherit the family business. Although he has registered as an adult and has registered a household registration, he is the eldest son.
He has inheritance priority. If he is willing to inherit the family business, then Morsan's will will be useless. As for the debt, just tell him that after inheriting the family business, he only needs to transfer the big red brick house to me to pay off the debt.
The remaining debt will be written off."
"Yes, sir, I'll go right away."
After the butler left in a hurry, Sir Fox could no longer control the anger in his heart. He picked up the ornaments that were within easy reach and threw them to the ground, while yelling: "Damn Sterling IX, the damn debt bill...
"
Outside the restaurant, a gardener with an honest face was tending flowers and plants. He heard the movement inside and Sir Fox's yelling, and his face suddenly became serious.
In the old street, there is a row of dilapidated two-story buildings in a small alley. Sir Fox's butler was led by several members of the Black Snake Society and stopped outside a door.
Albert hadn't gotten up yet, but he couldn't stop several members of the Black Snake Society from breaking in with Sir Fox's butler.
"Albert, your father is dead, why don't you come home?" The housekeeper looked seriously at Albert on the bed.
"Go home, why go home? Inherit a huge debt of five hundred gold crowns?" Albert said lazily.
The butler repeated Sir Fox's conditions.
"Okay, I understand. You go back first. I'll say hello to Sir Fox. I'll go home later."
After the butler and the others left, Albert sneered: "You think I'm stupid? I went to inherit the family business, but I didn't get anything and still had so much debt. Is it possible to write it off in one stroke? I don't know what this old guy has always done."
Talking like farts never counts. I really thought I would jump into a pit like my stupid father. I believe you are the only one who is a ghost."
Another red-haired woman emerged from under the blanket: "Abel, are you really not going home? Your father is dead."
"No, I don't want to get beaten." Albert shook his head and said firmly: "You don't know that my brother is a bastard and likes to attack me most. My father used to be more restrained when he was around, but now he is gone.
He will definitely beat me if I go there. Let him inherit the family business. I want to see how he can pay back the five hundred gold crowns."
"Since he can repay his debts by inheriting the family business, why does Sir Fox want you to go back and fight with him?"
"The old guy can't wait to get the big red brick house. Our kingdom's debt law stipulates that if the debtor dies, the adult heirs need to sign a new debt agreement with the creditor. There is a three-month exemption period, that's it.
Creditors are not allowed to come to collect debts within three months. The old guy is probably afraid of the long nights and dreams, and something will happen. Besides, my younger brother has a backer. He hugged the thick legs of the Normanry family, so the old guy also has scruples.
."
Albert had not yet thought that his father had more far-reaching ideas than he did, and directly let the underage young Browick inherit the family business, along with Sir Fox.
"By the way, Alice, do you want to make money?"
"Who doesn't want to make money? You little pretty boy has been staying at my house for three days and you haven't given me a copper coin yet." The red-haired woman stretched out her hand to twist Albert's ears.
"No, don't do anything. I'm telling you, I'll write you a letter and send it to my house. If you ask my brother for money, he will definitely give it to you."
"You didn't lie to me? Will he really give you money? How much can he give?"
"One or two gold crowns, I think he won't have any money if it's more." Albert said with certainty.
"There are really so many? Then what letter are you writing?" The red-haired woman became excited.
"Of course it's a declaration of giving up the right to inherit. As long as you take this letter, he will definitely agree to your request and give you the money, but you will get half of it from me."
"No, Abel, do you really not want the inheritance?"
Albert nodded firmly: "After writing the letter, you ask your father not to go out of the boat in the morning. When you come back, you can take me to the dock and leave here on your father's fishing boat. I can't stay in Bailu Town any longer.
, go and look elsewhere. That old guy will definitely settle the score with me. If he gives me a hundred gold crowns as a reward, I will inherit the family business. He just wants to fool me with his empty words. He really thinks that I am
Fool?"
The boss of the Black Snake Society, Bedelir Blanche, stood in front of the big red brick house with a confused look on his face. He never dreamed that he would be implicated in Mr. Morsan's suicide and that he would not be able to leave.
After he heard the news of Mr. Morsan's suicide in the morning, he received a notice from the judicial director of the town office, asking him to take the IOU to Mr. Morsan's residence and wait for the investigation of the entire incident to be completed.
At this time, Beedelier Blanche finally realized the inconvenience of being a public servant. If he was not the captain of the garrison squadron, he could just find someone to go on his behalf. But now he is the garrison brigade leader.
A squadron leader, and the reason why Mr. Morsan committed suicide was because he came to demand a debt with an IOU, so he had to be present for consultation and investigation.
Almost half the town is here. Mr. Molsang's suicide has become a big sensation in the town. Crowds of black people are everywhere from the streets to the end of the streets. Gossips and rumors are flying everywhere.
.
Bedelier Blanche had never felt so embarrassed. Although no one had the guts to rush in front of him and curse him, the contempt and contempt in everyone's eyes made him feel really ashamed, as if he was the one who caused the problem.
The suicide of Mr. Morsant, who was well-respected and well-respected, was generally the culprit.
As for that? I was just running an errand for Sir Fox...Bedrill Blanche felt that he was very wronged. Especially Mr. Morsant's second son, named Claude, looked at him with full eyes.
It's murderous, really murderous.
As the boss of the Black Snake Society, Bedelier Blanche, known as Butcher Bill, naturally has people under his command, and is no stranger to murderous aura, but why does he feel that Claude's murderous aura is so strong, and he is being targeted by him?
While I was sleeping, my whole body felt chilly and creepy.
After recruiting a subordinate to ask a few questions, Bedelier Bronzi felt relieved. It turned out that this Claude was also a good hunter. He had killed large pythons, Niros crocodiles, wild boars, antelopes, and countless others.
Mountain rabbits and pheasants, no wonder they are so murderous.
"How long are you going to stay here..." Bedelir Blunt shouted impatiently at his subordinate.
"Boss, be patient. This situation is something we didn't expect. At least we have to wait until someone from the judicial department comes over to look at the IOU and investigate before we can leave." A relatively shrewd subordinate advised.
"It's been all morning, what are they dawdling about, why don't you hurry up and come over here." Bedelier Blanche complained. He was getting more and more impatient and being treated like a monkey by the onlookers. But there was nothing he could do, Crowe
De refused them entry into his home. Now that they were on guard, they could not force their way into the house in full view of the public, so they could only stay outside the house obediently.
"Hey, isn't that Alice from the old street? Why is she here?"
A young red-haired woman squeezed through the crowd and entered the house. After a while, the red-haired woman named Alice left happily.
"I'm going to ask what she's doing here. I remember that Mr. Morsant's eldest son, the pretty boy Albert, had a fierce fight with her..."
A subordinate ran over and asked a few questions before returning: "She delivered a letter for that pretty boy Albert, saying that she was giving up her inheritance rights."
"Whoever inherits the debt of five hundred gold crowns will be sick," said another subordinate.
After a while, a civil servant from the town office and the Ministry of Justice came over to ask for an IOU. He looked at it casually and said to Bedelier Blanche: "You just keep waiting. Mr. Korff, the judicial director, will be here in the afternoon.
He will determine your debt relationship, and then you will need to rewrite the IOU and conduct justice."
"How long will it take?" Bedelier Blanche was about to collapse.
"I don't know. It should be done in the afternoon. You have to be more patient. Fortunately, the will is not in dispute and the inheritance rights have been confirmed. Director Kauf will handle it for you when he arrives. Now you go to the street and wait.
, a condolence meeting is going to be held here..."