Chapter 27 Strength

The sunset is like blood, and it is another night of light!

The four-wheeled carriage was galloping smoothly on the wide pipes under the eight Antorde horses, and smoothly made Steman, who must have been sleeping soundly at this time in the past, without any sleepiness.

He held up his body and lifted the curtains on the wall of the cabin and looked forward. A carriage exactly like the one he was riding was driven dozens of meters ahead under the escort of the Templars. It was just that the window covered by the curtains had a pair of eyes that were flowing around and were as vivid as spring water.

Old Quino appeared in the car like a ghost. After resettling Steman, he had originally planned to pull all the curtains on him, and at Griffili's request, he barely left a small half. The breeze that was pouring in slowly dispelled the boredom of the car.

"Old Quino, can I trust you?" Griffili was full of doubts and confusion, but he couldn't find a close friend. He could only set off his hope on Old Quino who had been carrying himself as a child.

"Young Master, it depends on your heart!" Old Quino sat down beside Griffili and gently held his hand. "As long as you are still the heir to the Steman family, Old Quino will always be behind you."

"No, you can't stand behind me, stand in front of me to shelter me from the wind and rain, or stand side by side with me to accept the abuse or worship of the world, but you can't stand behind me," Griffili turned his body hard and pointed to his back and said, "This place I will leave my enemies, those who peek at the power and glory of our Steman family!"

Old Quino nodded gently and looked at the young master who seemed to have been reborn overnight. He was happy! He looked at the young master's eyes flashing, as if he was about to say something but was worried about something. The old man, who had been vicissitudes for a long time, burst into a deep arc at the corner of his mouth.

"These children around me were trained by Lao Nu as a child. They knew the words that should be heard and that should not be heard. Moreover, even if someone wanted to listen, they might not be heard!"

Griffili finally felt relieved and grabbed Old Quino's hands tightly in his hands with his eyes fixedly looking at the old man in front of him, "Old Quino, can you give me strength?"

"cannot!"

Although he knew this was the result, Griffili couldn't help but show disappointment on his face. Yes, on the vast continent where there is no miracles, any gain of power must be relied on his unremitting efforts.

"But, I can give you a way to gain strength!" Old Quino looked at the young master who was full of naive fantasy, and the curve of the corners of his mouth finally melted into a smile, "But, this process will be very bitter!"

"Is it more bitter than this?" Griffili pointed to the scars on his body, and showed a look of contempt on his face, for those unknown cruel contempt in the process of gaining power. "You just need to make sure that I can live in this process, that's enough!"

"That will be a very boring long-term process. Master, have you done it for years or even decades away from prosperity, power, and wealth?"

"Those are things outside of the body. Compared with this process of boring loneliness and pain, a dead person stands in a corner of darkness and endures a day when he will never see the sun. That process is like walking in heaven."

Seeing the young master so persistent in pursuing strength, Old Quino felt that he had to block his retreat a little more. "My young master, it is not that if you don't mess with it, it won't harass you, let alone you are the successor of the Seustel family. For the sake of strength, are you really willing to give up these glory that has been passed down for hundreds of years?"

Griffili knew that the last sentence Old Quino said was the point. The Steman family could have no rights or a poor pauper, but they could not have passed on without inheritance. The glory of a family for hundreds of years was not to hide in the mountains and forests and have children and live a dull life, but to need its heirs to wipe the gladiolus badge dry and quietly, and always let it emit brilliant brilliance.

Outside the window, the night was silent, and a few stars, bright or dark in the distance, were blinking.

"What if I'm stupid? I think those imperial nobles probably wouldn't invite a noble who has become a fool to attend dinner or social dances." Steman felt that it seemed reasonable to become a fool by using a strange disease.

Silence, long silence.

Both sides seemed to be thinking about how feasible this method was and whether it was cost-effective between gains and losses. If Griffili became a fool, although there were no small nobles with ulterior motives pestering him like flies, the great nobles would not bother with love and discuss the romance with a fool, but a noble heir who lacked the necessary communication would definitely be gradually distant from the upper aristocratic circle and even forgotten by them. The Sunken Steman family would definitely stay away from the vortex of power in the not-too-distant future...

"As for inheritance, I am just a noble young master at the moment. If that day really comes, then I don't mind making the gladiolus shine as a fool..." Griffili looked out the window, stretched out his arm to point to the bright starry sky that had become, "Let the gladiolus shine into the most dazzling one in the endless starry sky!"

"The most dazzling one!" Old Quino, who was wasting a lot of his years in the endless years, seemed to arouse his endless interest in Griffili's challenging goal. Looking at the young master who is currently having difficulty walking independently, Old Quino's eyes were fun, "Can suffering really change a person's will in an instant?"

No matter how old Quino guessed, he could not guess that his young master had a soul with thirty years of life experience in his previous life. This soul was deeply affected by the warmth and coldness of the world and looked down on the world.

Griffili, who was making a big fuss, was still a little guilty at this time, mainly because the memory left by this body was a vague concept for everything in the Stefan family, such as how many private soldiers there were, how many wealth that could flow immediately, and how many solid allies there were. These things Griffili wanted to know at the moment were all messed up. "It seems that the former Master Griffili was all interested in slitting women's skirts!"

Of course, Griffili is not without any reliance. At least the family still firmly grasps the second-ranked Gladiolus Knights in the power of the Empire. There are zodiac territory in the south of the empire, which is more than one county's lineage territory near the sea. The gorgeous and quaint manors and castles are almost everywhere in every beautiful place in the Holy Alliance. The more important reliance is that there is an unyielding soul hidden inside this glitzy appearance. This soul is well-versed in "Thirty-Six Strategies" and "Black-Wild Science"; this soul, who spent ten years alone in his previous life, climbed to the position of the gangster boss who was in charge of several streets in open and secret arrows; this soul knows the true meaning of "the birds are hidden, the dogs are cooked" and "the rapids are retreating". Similarly, the soul who has died once knows how to rationally judge everything around, how to hide itself well, and finally complete the ultimate counterattack of "playing with a pig and eating a tiger"!

"Life well and live until ninety-nine!" This is Griffili's loftiest ideal for rebirth. For this reason, Griffili doesn't mind being a useless person in another world that is relatively unfamiliar with his soul!

Old Quino stood up from the stool beside the soft couch, and in Steman's surprised gaze, he straightened Ju Lou's body straight, "Young Master, although your ambition is too vague and you want to stand too much, please believe that even if you keep whipping with a whip, you will catch you up!" From Old Quino's old face, Griffili saw a sense of firmness and a hint of ruthlessness. This was obviously a sign of some determination!

"Of course, I will first stand in front of you to shelter you from the wind and rain, and by the way, I will block some tricks from those who are interested in you. Then when you accept the worship of the world, I will also benefit from it!" Old Quino was worried that his previous words would scare the child on the soft couch, so he made an exception and joked. However, he obviously did not have this talent.

Griffili took Old Quino's hand and shook it gently and asked in a confused tone: "Old Quino, what kind of person is my father? Why have the family members been afraid of mentioning him for so many years?"

He never saw his father's true face in his previous life. After becoming a human being again, he still did not have the voice and appearance of his father in this world. Is he destined to be a miserable person, so that he could not get his father's care in both lives?

A faint sadness flashed on Old Quino's face, as if he was savoring something that made him feel heartbroken, but he immediately returned to peace.

"He is an amazing person? From a man's perspective, he is also a man who values ​​love and friendship. From the perspective of inheritance of the Steman family, the old slave wishes to break his legs!"

"Yeah!" Griffili was confused by his contradictory words, "Did his father do something that was ruthless to the family?"

"When your strength reaches a certain level, I will tell you the whole story of your father. No one knows his past better than me, including the old duke and your mother!" Old Quino sighed rarely, fully revealing the fatigue in an old man. "You only need to know now that it is difficult for him to walk openly in the sunshine of Ronaege City in his life!"

Seeing the sadness and helplessness that changed on Old Quino's face when he mentioned his father, Griffili was very consciously ready to change the topic. He believed that Old Quino would be interested in this topic.

"Old Quino, yes, let's talk about the issue of eyes. It's not the eye I always kneaded, but a beautiful and undespicable eye I saw on the altar of the Snake Demon Temple. She is like this..."

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"Young Master, stop kidding. There are no such eyes in the world. It must be the hallucination you had after bleed too much..."
Chapter completed!