After shouting this sentence, O'Neal seemed to suddenly calm down a little, and his eyes looked at his wife were stunned for a moment.

Mrs. O'Neal didn't hear anything else.

"I know you are loyal to Your Majesty, but does Your Majesty recognize your contribution?"

"Except for giving you a reward when I rewarded my military merits, everyone's eyes were only on Duke Wenche!" Mrs. O'Neill said unwillingly. "Today, Duke Wenche's child is Lily of Qingxi Academy

President, but what about your child?”

"—Your child is a fool!"

"Enough!" O'Neal stood up, his face flushed.

Now he was angry and in pain, but he could do nothing and could only walk around the hall anxiously.

"Is this enough? I'm going to continue!" Mrs. O'Neal also stood up. "You think you have made such a great contribution to the Kingdom, but what have you gained except this title that is famous?"

“Even your child wants to go to school and study!”

Mrs. O'Neill poured all the long-accumulated resentment onto Marquis O'Neill's head.

If this man hadn't dragged her down, she should have had a happy family, rather than worrying all day long about what unreasonable things the children did... For many years, out of guilt for the O'Neal family, she has been

We are trying hard to correct the children's behavior so that they can at least eat, sleep and go to the toilet normally, but what did the person in front of us do?

He just looked coldly, and even... wanted to find another woman to give birth to another one.

Mrs. O'Neal was already disheartened.

"Forget it, it's okay for you to do whatever you like. Your child has nothing to do with me in the future," she said.

"I just want to tell you what that Master Wien Winchet said to Roy in the stands today, and told me that he is Roy's friend, maybe you can try to get along with him."

Leaving this sentence, Mrs. O'Neal seemed unwilling to see him again, and she pulled her face and left.

O'Neal was stunned, and his steps stopped walking back and forth. "Roy's...friend?"

...

As the economic, political and cultural center of the Kingdom of Lornes, the capital is full of powerful people.

It can be said that even a dog on the street can have more or less related to the men in those high-end families.

However, even if it is such a common place for nobles, the marquis is not something that ordinary people can talk to.

On a quiet afternoon, a carriage with the Winchester family badge drove into the mansion of Marquis O'Neill.

The carriage gradually stopped, and a handsome young man with a star-eyed look opened the car door and walked down.

At the door of the mansion, Marquis O'Neill greeted him with a smile.

"Welcome! Our O'Neal family has not received foreign guests for a long time. If there is any lack of etiquette, please let President Wien wait." Marquis O'Neal said politely.

Wien was a little flattered.

Although he informed the housekeeper in advance to avoid a little presumptuous when he suddenly came uninvited, he really did not expect that Marquis O'Neill would stand at the gate to greet him. Even as the heir of the duke, his future title would be higher than his Marquis

I am not even a baron at the moment...

At most, there is only a title of "Knight of Honor" awarded by a king.

He could feel understandable if he was a low-level nobleman who praised him so much; but even the marquis did this, it would be a bit terrifying.

"Ahem, Marquis O'Neill doesn't have to do this..."

Wien shyly resigned, feeling a premonition that the other party was trying very much.

Marquis O'Neill personally introduced Wien to the reception room and signaled him to take his seat. After seeing Wien had already sat down, he walked to the other side and sat down.

"After I graduated from Qingxi Academy, I served as the captain of the advance team under the previous generation of Duke Wenche... To this day, the passionate memories of the battles on the front line still break into my sleep from time to time."

He looked like he was reminiscing about the past.

Unfortunately, the person in front of him was not his comrade-in-arms back then, but his junior, Wien. He wanted to pursue the glorious years of the past and talked a little bit with him.

Fortunately, after so long training, Wien's basic social literacy has made great progress, so it will not make people feel disappointed.

"Yes! As a child of a military aristocrat, no matter what his family background, he has to go through a period of practice to better inherit the glory of his ancestors. My father often mentions the past military life to us at home."

After finding a common topic, the two finally got a little warmer, and the atmosphere was no longer as unfamiliar as when they first met.

In the end, Marquis O'Neill couldn't hold back and asked the other party about his purpose: "I don't know, what is the so-called President Wien coming to visit today?"

Wien smiled and showed two fingers.

"There are two in total," he said.

"One of them is to make new friends Roy and Vivian to visit me."

Marquis O'Neill looked a little relaxed when he heard this. "It's great that President Wien is willing to be friends with them! I can call them over now."

"—No hurry." Wien reached out to stop him from getting up.

Marquis O'Neill hesitated for a moment when he was stopped.

Wien pretended not to notice his worries and continued.

"The second thing is about the cause of the illness of the two children."

After hearing what he said, Marquis O'Neill's face changed.

"Hahahahaha..." He smiled desperately and pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's just that I'm not lucky enough."

"There may be many reasons behind both children's incompleteness, but it cannot be attributed to the lack of luck in person." Wien looked at him calmly. "To be honest, I'm listening.

I came here in some rumors and wanted to ask for a certificate."

He knew that O'Neal might be afraid of "curses", but for a person struggling in the quagmire of despair, he would hold on to him even if he stretched out a straw.

"If it's true as the rumors say-" Wien said slowly, "I think the misfortune that you encountered in your family is to be injured by the Kingdom and deserves additional compensation."

O'Neal's expression was stiff for a moment, then his eyes became excited.

"You, do you really think so?" He couldn't sit still, and even the title turned into a respectful word.

The kingdom's reward for that war had been settled long ago, and Marquis O'Neill didn't know what kind of rhetoric he should ask His Majesty for additional care, so as not to make His Majesty feel that he was seeking credit unreasonably and completely angering him.
Chapter completed!