Carl pushed the door open and walked out of the room, greeting Ge Jier, who was fat and had narrowed eyes.

His eyes fell on the girl next to the other person again, and his voice slowed down: "Eweni, you are here too."

"cousin."

Cousin Iweni was as shy as ever.

Today she was wearing a gorgeous dress with lots of lace, bows, ribbons, flowers, etc. Although beautiful, it was a bit too exaggerated and not suitable for a teenage girl.

The landlord's daughter Jenny was also there, greeting the father and daughter. When she saw him come out, she quickly made an excuse to go back to her room.

“Carl.”

Ge Jier took a step forward, shook Carl's hands excitedly, and squeezed out a few tears from his little eyes:

"I heard about your father. I can't believe it...let bygones be bygones!"

"Are you going to inherit the title today?"

"Yeah." Karl said expressionlessly, "Uncle's news is really timely."

It has been a while since my father passed away, and the other party didn't come earlier or later, but came at this time.

But it really is...

timely!

"Hehe..." Ge Jier laughed dryly twice, rubbed his hands together and said, "Karl, there is something I don't know if you understand. Your father mentioned your marriage to me before."

"He wanted you to marry Eweni, and I agreed at the time."

As he said this, he pushed Iweni, whose face was blushing and eyes were shy, and motioned for her to say something.

"Cousin Carl."

Ivni lowered her head, her fingers tangled in the gauze of her skirt, and she raised her voice barely enough to be heard.

"That's just her personality." Ge Jier said with a smile, "Karl, you know that, but it doesn't matter. It will be fine after you get married and get to know each other."

"uncle!"

Karl frowned, but he understood why Ivennie was dressed so gorgeously. It turned out that she was proposing marriage. He then said, "I went to apply for the title of successor today, but it was not approved by the priest."

"Um?"

"ah!"

A sound of surprise was heard.

But one is worry and the other is surprise.

"Not approved?" Ge Jier subconsciously pulled his daughter back, his eyes flickering: "Why?"

Although the baronial title among the 'Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount and Baron' is not inherited in legal terms, it has been passed down from father to son for hundreds of years.

Unless there is any special reason.

If Carl was not a baron, he would not be able to marry his daughter whom he had raised for so many years to him.

"I was just going to look for my uncle."

Karl took a deep breath, with an anxious look on his face:

"The priest wants thirty gold coins to prove the Bergman family's devotion to the gods. I don't have that much. I wonder if my uncle can lend me some?"

"ah!"

When it comes to borrowing money, Ge Jier's face changes drastically. He takes his daughter back a step and asks casually:

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"I only have one gold coin on me." Carl smiled bitterly, "The rest will all depend on my uncle. But please rest assured, uncle, when I inherit the baron title, I will definitely pay you back when I make money."

"Twenty-nine gold coins!" Gejier jumped up and down angrily, pointing at Carl and shouting:

"I'd be crazy to lend it to you!"

"No?" Karl's face darkened. "Without the money, I can't inherit the title. Without the title, I'm afraid I can't plan a wedding with my cousin."

"Humph!" Gejier snorted coldly:

"You have no money and no title, and you still want to marry my daughter?"

“Hmm…”

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, "But if you want money, it's not impossible?"

Hmm? Carl raised his eyebrows.

He knew his uncle's character very well. He was as stingy as Grandet. This time, he did not scare the man away but instead made him relax. This was quite unexpected.

“Carl.”

Ge Jier came closer and whispered, "You have no money, and you can't get the title of baron. Instead of wasting it, why not sell the title to me?"

"uncle!"

Carl was speechless:

"Why not?" Gejier said, "I'll offer fifty... forty gold coins. Use thirty of them to buy the title, and the rest will be yours."

"The rest?" Carl's face was full of sarcasm: "Dear uncle, you are willing to give me ten gold coins. That's really thoughtful of you."

"Of course." Gejier said with a smile:

"You will inherit the title first, then marry Ewennie, and after the marriage, transfer the title to my daughter."

"Finally, pass it to me."

Carl was stunned.

Don't say.

This is indeed feasible.

The Kingdom of Gondor had no shortage of queens, and many women had been granted titles. Daughters, wives, and even parents could also inherit titles.

"Oh……"

Karl smiled bitterly and shook his head, a feeling of powerlessness rising in his heart.

For him, dealing with his uncle was even more exhausting than dealing with half-dead creatures.

"Go away. I won't sell the title."

"No!" Ge Jier said hurriedly, "If you think the price is not suitable, we can negotiate again. If forty pieces are not enough, then fifty pieces."

"roll!"

Carl suddenly yelled.

It was like a sound of thunder exploding in his ears, causing Ge Jier to stagger back. When he saw Carl's ferocious expression, his heart was even more shocked.

The scars left by the burns looked like centipedes twisting on the face when one was angry, making one's heart beat wildly.

The strong body can give people an invisible sense of oppression.

"Just go, why are you yelling?"

Taking a step back, Ge Jier did not dare to look directly into Karl's eyes. He pulled Iweni, who was somewhat reluctant, out and muttered quietly on the way: "You have the same temper as your father. You can't inherit the title. I want to see how you live in the future."

“…”

Carl had a gloomy face and he didn't let out a long breath until the outer door closed and Gejier's back was no longer visible.

"squeak……"

The side door opened a crack, revealing Jenny’s somewhat worried expression: “Karl, are you… okay?”

"fine."

Karl shook his head and calmed down:

"I may have to go out again today. If someone comes to me again, just refuse directly."

"Um."

Jenny nodded and opened her mouth to ask something, but in the end she didn't say it.

No inheritance of title?

What would happen to Karl’s life in the future? * * * When he arrived on the street, Karl was about to hail a carriage when he saw a familiar figure running towards him.

"Eweni?"

"Cousin Carl."

Ivini's forehead was sweating and she was panting. Her skirt was stained with mud. It was obvious that she came in a hurry.

She glanced back, then stuffed a jade pendant into Karl's hand, lowered her head and whispered:

"I don't have anything else. This is a birthday present my father gave me. I heard it's worth a lot of money."

"Ivennie." Karl was stunned: "No need..."

"I'm leaving now. We can't let my father find out." Before he could finish, Ivini waved her hand hastily: "Cousin Karl, see you next time."

She must have come back secretly, delivered the things and then left.

Watching Ivni walk away, Carl shook his head slightly. This kind of thought was very rare, but the gift was not valuable.

Even towards his own daughter, Gejier is stingy.

Not only was the jade pendant on her hand made of low-quality jade, but the carving was also very crude, like a toy for training.

After wiping off the dust, Carl carefully put the jade pendant into his arms and hailed a carriage.

"To the Rue de Rouen!"

"Fourpence."

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