Suddenly a loud shout came from beside them, startling the father and son.
Claude turned around and saw Albert appearing out of nowhere and standing at the door of the restaurant, staring at the Silver Taller and Riasso on the table with red eyes.
Mr. Morsant frowned, because there was a strong smell of bad wine coming from Albert's body, which was extremely unpleasant.
"Where have you been? You haven't been back for a day, and you still smell of alcohol. Have you drunk too much?" Mr. Morsan was a little angry, and his face darkened.
"I, I didn't go anywhere, just a few friends playing cards together...drinking, drinking some wine..." Albert burped and stumbled over: "No, no, why are you doing this?
Give him this much money, you, you have never given me so much money..."
Seeing that Albert was about to reach for the money on the table, Claude opened his hand in disgust: "This is not the money for me, this is the money I owe for an antique cookbook I bought, and I want to pay it back to others."
"You, you are talking nonsense!" Albert almost fell down, and finally used his hands to support the edge of the table to steady his body: "What, what nonsense antique dishes, recipes, dishes, are there any antique recipes, you, you guys
Just, you will lie to me..."
Albert pointed at Mr. Morsant with his finger, so close that he almost hit his face: "You, you are too partial, give him so much money, if I hadn't come back, just right, just right,
I have been, been, concealed, concealed by you..."
Mr. Morsanne was already a little angry. No one could bear to have their fingers pointed in the face like this, let alone his eldest son. He stood up, tried his best to suppress his anger and maintain the dignity of a father: "Abel,
You're drunk, go wash your face, rinse your mouth, and tidy yourself up. As Sir Fox's personal secretary, you have to act like a member of the upper class and maintain your demeanor at all times. Don't get yourself into trouble.
Like a drunken bum on the street..."
It's just that the drunk Albert didn't pay attention to his father at all. He only stared at the two coins on the table: "You, you can't give me, my money, give him, this,
This is my money, it is mine, everything is mine..."
Albert grabbed Mr. Morssant by the collar and let out a big belch, which made Mr. Morssant feel nauseous.
"Let go!" Mr. Morsan became angry and yelled at his eldest son.
"No, don't let me go!" Albert was still insisting. At this moment, he had completely lost his fear of his father: "Give me my money, give it to my family. All the money in my family is mine, my family's money."
of……"
Why are you arguing with a drunkard? Claude stepped forward, took Albert's hands, twisted them, and pushed him back. Albert involuntarily let go of Mr. Morsant's collar and staggered back a few steps.
, finally stopped.
"Go away!" Mr. Morsant pushed Claude aside, raised his hand and gave his eldest son a slap in the face, with a "pop!" sound, this slap was hard and hard enough, Albert
Te spun around twice and fell to the ground. The left side of his face quickly became red and swollen at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
"Go back to your room and come see me tomorrow when you are sober!" Mr. Morsan roared, no longer paying attention to his eldest son lying on the floor, and was about to go upstairs. After taking two steps, he turned around and put the paper on the table.
Holding the magic recipe book in his arms, he walked upstairs.
Claude picked up the two coins on the table and looked at Albert lying on the ground. It turned out that he didn't know whether he was knocked unconscious by his father's slap or whether he was drunk and fell asleep. He was lying like this.
Motionless.
He squatted down and took a closer look, and found that the guy was still breathing. It seemed like nothing was wrong. Claude stood up and kicked the guy on the ground, trying to wake him up. Unfortunately, the guy still didn't react. Catch
He scratched his head and decided to ignore it. When he looked up, he saw his sister standing in a daze at the door of the kitchen. The scene that just happened in the restaurant frightened the little loli.
"It's okay, Anna, Albert was just drunk, and his father just taught him a lesson." Claude went over and touched his sister's head, telling the little girl not to worry.
"Just let him lie down like this?" Little Loli asked.
"Well, I can't hold him, why is he so tall?" Claude replied, he was too lazy to care about this guy's life and death.
But after thinking about it, Claude walked back, grabbed Albert's feet and dragged him to the corner of the restaurant, and then said to the little Loli: "Anna, go to his room upstairs and get him a blanket."
Cover him so he doesn’t catch a cold.”
Little Loli was a little confused: "Second brother, is there any difference between lying here and lying there?"
Claude nodded: "Well, mom can't see this corner when she comes downstairs, and it's blocked by the dining table. This way, I think I won't disturb him when he goes back to his room to sleep. I can't carry him upstairs anyway, so
Just let him lie here. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he will naturally go back to his room. There is no need for us to worry. By the way, have you cleaned the kitchen? Well, we can turn off the doors, windows and blow out the lights.
Go upstairs, get the blanket first, I'll wait for you."
"Okay, second brother." Angelina went upstairs obediently.
…
Without the magic recipes, and no longer having to stay up late copying and deciphering diaries, Claude lost his worries and went back to the attic to tidy up his desk. After thinking about the preparations for going to Bailuzhou tomorrow, he went to bed early and fell asleep.
He slept soundly, and he didn't wake up until the bell of the Temple of War rang at six o'clock the next morning.
After a good sleep... Claude felt energetic and comfortable after getting up. As usual, he went to the second floor to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then went to have breakfast.
But after washing my face, I suddenly remembered that Albert was left on the floor of the restaurant for the night last night, and he didn't know if he would wake up now.
When I went downstairs, I saw Albert already sitting at the dining table, sipping black tea. His face was pale, and the left side of his face was still a little red and swollen. The five purple finger prints were particularly obvious. However, he had changed into pajamas.
It seemed that he had taken a shower, and his chestnut hair was a little wet.
His father should be teaching him a lesson. At this moment, he had lost the arrogance he had when he was drunk last night, and kept nodding his head to admit his mistake. But when he saw Claude coming downstairs, his eyes looked over with anger and hatred.
.
"Claude, come here." Mr. Morsant said in a deep voice.
"Good morning, father, what can I do?" Claude ignored Albert's angry glare.
"Why did you leave your eldest brother in the restaurant last night and ignore him, minding your own business and went upstairs to sleep..."
Claude shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and answered innocently: "I can't hold him, and I can't drag him upstairs. You were so angry last night, I didn't dare to call you, and Anna is too young.
The two of us couldn't hold him up. Besides, I didn't care about him. I even asked Anna to bring him a blanket to cover him so that he wouldn't catch a cold."
"Uh..." Mr. Morsan was speechless for a moment. He forgot that the slap mark on Albert's face was his masterpiece. He was so angry with his eldest son last night that he forgot about it.
He carried him back to the bedroom on the second floor. Although he suspected that Claude had deliberately left Albert in the restaurant, Claude insisted on the reason why he couldn't carry him, and he had no choice.
"You did it on purpose. Aren't you usually very strong?" Albert jumped out again.
"Do you have the nerve to accuse me? If you weren't drunk, nothing would have happened. You wouldn't have been beaten, you wouldn't have been lying on the ground. By the way, you said you drank some wine last night and fought with your friends.
After playing a few cards, I must have lost everything, so I went crazy when I saw the money when I got home. I haven't asked you how much you lost?" Claude retorted.
"I, I didn't play cards, I just drank some wine...Don't talk nonsense..." Albert felt a little guilty.
"Have you forgotten what you said?" Claude knew very well that what his father hated most was drunkards and gamblers. The drunkard was probably the bad impression left by his grandfather on him, and the gambler was the honest teachings given to him by his grandfather.
, gambling is a waste of money!
"I, I was talking nonsense because I drank too much. I didn't play cards..." Albert could only insist on speaking harshly.
"Shut up, you two, and stop arguing." Mr. Morsan got angry.
Claude sat down and began to eat his breakfast.
"Are you going fishing this afternoon?" Mr. Morsan asked after a moment of silence.
"Yes, the deposit for the fishing boat has been paid. I hope I can earn some money during these two days of vacation to pay off the debt." Claude replied.
"In this case, I allow you to go, but you must pay attention to safety when camping outside, understand?"
"I understand, I will be careful, father."
"As for you, Abel, you should stay at home during these two days of vacation and let the injury on your face recover as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed when you go out. After the vacation, Sir Fox should come back from the county. You have to
Cheer up and do good work around him, and don't let me down again."
"I understand, father." Albert replied listlessly.
…
Every year on May 26th, which is the day before the Renaissance Festival, the two public schools, the elementary school and the junior high school in Bailu Town, hold activities to celebrate the Renaissance Festival.
The content of the activity is basically the same, which is to gather all the students, lead by the teachers, parade in the town, and then gather in the square commemorating the first shot of Sterling IX to revive the kingdom, and stand in line.
First, a wreath was paid to the statue of Sterling IX with a spear and a horse, then the principal gave a report reviewing the arduous journey of Sterling IX in reviving the kingdom, and then the student representative came to the stage to give a speech of thanks for the wonderful life, expressing his gratitude for the wonderful life.
Don’t forget the well diggers when you are drinking water. Our happy life now depends on the brilliance of the Sterling royal family and so on...
Finally, the mayor came to the stage to make a summary, calling on everyone to unite closely around the Sterling royal family, and under the wise leadership of Sterling X, work hard to build the Kingdom of Ovelas and make their homeland better...
Finally, everything was finished, so everyone bowed three times to the statue of Sterling IX, and then parted ways, each going back to his or his own home to find his or her mother. For the school, this just saved the cost of a student lunch...
Claude also had to go home for dinner first, and changed out of his school uniform. He couldn't wear such a uniform when venturing to Bailuzhou. Hunting clothes were the best choice.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, we gathered on the private dock of Erikson's house.
Old Sonny has moored his small single-sail fishing boat at the pier. This small fishing boat is about seven meters long and about two meters wide. Remove the head and tail, and there is not much room for movement in the hull.
It's only about ten square meters.
This type of small single-sail fishing boat is the most common fishing boat in Bailu Town. Generally, two to three people are needed to operate it. It can also be used for sea fishing and diving fishing in shallow seas, but it cannot enter deep waters and encounter larger winds and waves.
There is a danger of the ship capsizing and sinking.
Bockal handed over the agreed boat rental fee to Old Sonny. Old Sonny said a few words of blessing and left. Everyone moved their luggage onto the deck of the fishing boat.
Erikson asked: "Have everything been moved up? You haven't forgotten anything? Check it again. We are ready to sail."
Now he is the captain of this small fishing boat.
"Wait a minute," Claude said, "Ike, don't you still have a net in your warehouse? Bring it up too. We agreed with our family that we can't go fishing without bringing the net. When we get there,
Let's find a place to put it down, and maybe there will be an unexpected surprise when we come back..."