Chapter 256 Family
The annoying enemy turned out to be a primary-level warlock of the Lord's Prayer level. When little Batman heard the news, he almost dropped the crystal ball on the table.
He paced back and forth in the study in a rage, and the servants of the Batman family listened with fear and trepidation to the young master's incessant muttering of curses, including "impossible" and "must be a cheat", which sounded like impotent rage - the housekeeper winked at a maid, indicating that she should ask the eldest master to come over.
Percy Brody, Tron Bateman's sworn enemy. No one could understand why such a noble young master would be so hostile to a down-and-out nobleman. Winning over young talent was what a qualified nobleman should do.
Now, the other party has become a warlock of the Lord's Prayer class, and his future is immeasurable - Jolini Batman walked hurriedly with a gloomy face. The servants couldn't help but exchange glances with each other. The young master was going to be scolded again.
"That's enough! What a disgrace!" As expected, Jolini Baartman slammed the study door shut, blocking the servants from view, and began to scold his brother: "I've always told you to think long-term. Your classmates at St. Bartolomeo's School of Warlocks will be your valuable connections in the future. If you really don't like someone, if you decide to take action, you must be ruthless and make them unable to stand up. Now, you've openly offended them, but what good will it do you?"
"Brother, you don't understand!" Little Bartman was extremely annoyed by this news. For a moment, he even forgot his fear of his brother and couldn't help but retort, "How long has Percy Brody been a high-level apostle? There's no way he could have become a Lord's Prayer in such a short time. He must have used some devious tricks!"
"Regardless of whether he used devious methods or whether he'll go insane in the future," Jolini said coldly, "the fact is, the Percy Brody you despise has become the youngest living Lord Prayer in the Silver Iris Empire. Even Her Majesty the Queen and several Saints have heard of him. The difficulty of taking action against him, or even against the Brody family and the Ironthorn Territory, has instantly increased severalfold."
——Young geniuses are easy to deal with, but a strong person in the absolute sense can easily protect one side.
Little Batman opened his mouth, thought of something, and then closed it silently.
Jolini Bateman narrowed his eyes slightly. "I heard he flew into a rage at school because someone mentioned his cousin?"
"Yes." Under his brother's cold gaze, little Batman couldn't help but lower his voice: "I haven't arranged for anyone to provoke him recently. It was that guy who acted on his own initiative..."
"No, this is a good thing. If we can find out Percy Brody's attitude towards his cousin, maybe we can take advantage of it." Jolini tutted his tongue and glared at his foolish brother with disapproval. "If we can just let the two brothers kill each other, we can kill two birds with one stone. Why waste our energy?"
...No, little Batman couldn't help but think silently, he didn't think that with little Brody's disgusting look when he talked about his brother, he would really do something to his beloved brother.
But he said nothing—there was no point in saying anything, he would only be scolded—and instead timidly changed the subject: "Brother, about the Kite Heart Guards..."
"Jophiel Yialos isn't dead." Jolini rubbed his brow, ignoring the silly expression on Little Bartman's face. He said gloomily, "To put it nicely, he's lurking within the rebels—but in reality, he was captured by the rebels. Perhaps to insult the royal family, those damned rebels didn't kill him."
Little Bartman was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but stammered, "Then, then, big brother, is it possible for you to succeed the Knight Commander of the Kite Heart Guard?"
After all, the rest of the Silver Helmet Knights were basically dead, and now only his eldest brother had the highest status and the strongest strength.
"Do you think this is a good job?" Giorini took a deep breath and explained to his brother irritably, "This means the Batman family has completely sided with the Hou Party, which is equivalent to pushing the family into the forefront at this critical juncture... Forget it, why am I telling you this now?"
There's no point in saying it. If he and his father die one day, this kid will figure it out on his own. Then he won't have to see it or be bothered by it anymore.
"Stay out of the spotlight for a while, and have your classmates find out exactly what Percy Brody's attitude is towards his cousin," Jolini Bateman said coldly. "Once this is over, if Percy Brody is still alive, you will apologize and never provoke him again. Do you understand?"
Soon, many relevant insiders knew that Percy Brody deeply hated his cousin who had insulted the family's reputation and tarnished the noble bloodline. Coincidentally, after the students of St. Bartolomeo's School of Warlocks entered their third year, they mainly did off-campus internships. It was said that the cousin had privately announced that he would personally resolve the family's shame.
Many people were simply watching for fun. Twelve Silver Helm Knights had been killed by the Ghost, so what could a junior Lord's Prayer do? But no one warned this reckless, arrogant, and clueless young man. Instead, they showed admiration and praise, encouraging him to accept the bounty himself.
Some people are very unhappy to see a new young and powerful person coming to share the already meager pie.
Before leaving, Percy made a special trip back to Ironthorn Territory. Upon hearing about this, his father was very happy and urged him to complete the mission and vent his resentment towards his direct bloodline.
Percy's emotions were quite complicated. In his childhood, his father had always been so tall and terrifying in his mind, but now he seemed so foolish and ridiculous, like a short-sighted country fool. But he still agreed, and in return, his father's eyes became even more loving.
Besides, he was visited by an unexpected visitor.
"...Aunt, long time no see." Percy looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise.
Compared to the last time we met, this tall, thin lady had faintly visible white hair on her temples, which were carefully and meticulously combed back into her hair by the hostess. Her cheeks seemed to be more sunken, and her eyes trembled nervously, making her look even more unfeeling and mean.
Despite his father's objections, he left enough property and shares to Mrs. Brody. Last time, due to his mistake, Mrs. Maggie died and Mrs. Brody was frightened. This made Percy feel guilty, so he specially hired several reliable guards for her.
As long as his aunt didn't cause any trouble, she would be able to live out her days in peace. But ever since Percy Brody won the title of Viscount, she hated him so much that she simply chose to stay indoors - why would she suddenly come to visit now?
"I heard you were going to hunt down my unfilial son," Mrs. Brody said stiffly after some awkward greetings. It was obvious that she had finally managed to put down her dignity and come to visit her nephew whom she hated so much.
"For the sake of your blood," the arrogant and picky lady said, rather awkwardly lowering her noble neck before Percy. Her voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "For the sake of...he voluntarily gave up his title to you."
"...Please, bring him back." She begged with difficulty, "But don't hurt him, at least don't... kill him, let me see him one last time..."
“…”
Percy looked at Mrs. Brody in front of him with a complicated expression. She should understand that with the crimes her only son had committed, if he was caught and brought to the royal city, even if he was lucky enough, he would only be imprisoned for life.
Perhaps it was because she had finally taken the first step towards destroying her dignity, Mrs. Brody's next words became much more fluent, even revealing a hint of humility: "I hate his eccentric personality, I hate his stupidity and selfishness, I hate his stubbornness and unfilial piety, I hate his self-degradation, and he chose to associate with a bunch of dirty low-class people..."
This noblewoman, who had been proud all her life, slowly covered her face with her hands. "But he is my only son after all. I beg you, considering that I have never hurt you..."
Percy was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, turned his head away and said in a deep voice: "...I will, aunt."
A professor in Port Morris received a letter. Seeing the man remain silent after reading the letter, Azuka whispered, "What's wrong?"
"...from my teacher." Nova refolded the letter expressionlessly. The other party hadn't used any magical tools, fearing the sorcerer would decipher the circuit, and had instead used ciphertext.
"My mother wrote a letter to Dean Rabelais, asking him to pass it to me." He lowered his eyes, took off his glasses, and pinched his brows tiredly. "Percy is coming, and she told me to run."
Azuka was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and cupped the other person's cheek, carefully observing the black-haired young man's expression.
Those smoky grey eyes rarely showed a confused look - facing this unexpected kindness, his old enemy looked like a bewildered child.
"I thought she hated me." The other person whispered to him for help: "Why did she remind me? This is beyond our plan."
"Perhaps she can love you and want to destroy you, but she can also hate you and try to protect you." The Savior whispered softly, "I don't really understand it either, but blood ties are sometimes like this. They defy logic and reason."
After all, neither he nor Ole came from happy families, and Maxine was too happy - neither side had much reference value.
"When circumstances change, people change too. Maybe when everything's over, you can sit down together and have a good talk." Azuka thought for a moment, gently rubbed the other's cheek with her thumb, and gently suggested, "If you can get along, get along well. If you really can't, stay away from each other. Try to find a way that's good for both of you. If you can't find a way, that's fine too."
The black-haired young man was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled his hand down.
"...Okay, I understand." He looked very obedient and serious: "I'll give it a try, thank you."
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