The fat Count, who was cutting beef bread with a knife, made a move and then looked up at his youngest son.

“Where to go?”

"Well, go outside the city, Oliver Mountain." Allen's stuttering voice was a little erratic, and even a fool could hear something was wrong.

This honest child is obviously not very good at lying.

In fact, he went to the abandoned factory No. 103 in the outer city. Charles relied on his own destiny and talent and had known about it "a long time ago".

"Stay at home honestly, you are not allowed to go!"

"Why?"

“No reason.”

"But I, we have made an appointment, and there is Prince Joseph..."

"Joseph?" The name made the fat Count stunned, then thought for a while and said, "Okay, you can go there, you must bring your brother with you."

Allen was shocked when he heard this.

As we all know, that Prince Joseph was the royal prince who was beaten up by Charles.

Shire didn't remember this incident much, and heard this and exploded directly. "What does this have to do with me?"

He was already holding back his annoyance, but who would have thought that the topic would be related to him again?

"Why is it okay? Do you want me to keep coming to Taiwan in front of the king? You have to apologize."

"Apology?" Charles was stunned: "Why should I apologize?"

He obviously didn't remember that.

The fat Count snorted: "Just because you beat someone half a year ago! The man who beat him didn't get out of bed for three days! If it weren't for me..."

When Charles heard this, he was about to say that this was not what I did, but he was so annoyed that he had not lost his mind yet, so he changed it into another sentence in time before he spoke.

"Is that true? Then after tomorrow, he may have to lie down for another three days."

After a sneering voice fell, the atmosphere on the dining table fell completely into silence. The three people from the Kelanston family looked at him blankly, as if they had never thought that Charles suddenly became so "arrogant".

That's the prince. Just beat someone up, but want to beat him again?

Several maids standing quietly not far away also covered their mouths and seemed to be shocked, but under the scrutiny of the fat Count, they hurriedly turned their eyes to the floor.

Then the fat Count looked at the eldest son in front of him for a while, and suddenly sighed: "Okay, even if you don't apologize, you'd better go with me. Your brother is soft-hearted, and you can protect him there."

This sentence has already given him a step, but Charles is a little "unfair" at this moment.

"Why should I protect him?"

"He is your brother!"

"I'm very suspicious." Charles gritted his teeth while pinching the fork and cutlery: "He doesn't look like me at all!"

These words can be said to be insulting. Alan, who was angry, couldn't help but suddenly raise his head and stare at him angrily.

The fat Count was also angry and his chest was fluctuated violently.

"Oh, I'll calm down, all of them. Baby Charles, why is the family so rude to speak?"

"Who is a family with you?" Shire was furious again when he heard this, staring at the nominal stepmother not far away, "You die..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a huge knock on the table. When he turned around, the fat count in the main position was glaring at Charles with anger on his face. The spine that was originally leaning comfortably on the back of the soft chair was straightened.

"Enough!"

The thick voice was quite loud, completely different from the tone of a smiling and good-looking man just now.

After attracting everyone's attention, the stern Earl of Corranston, who had a stern face in front of him, immediately stood up and pointed at Charles and said angrily: "Come with me!"

"Dear, don't..." The fat lady quickly stood up to dissuade her, but the count glared at her directly.

"Get out!"

Seeing all this, Allen glanced at Shire gloatingly, but when he saw that the other party looked even more angry than the fat Count, he couldn't help but wonder.

"What the hell is he? What's wrong?"

Murmuring in a low voice, until the two disappeared before them, Alan couldn't understand the problem.

But he didn't think much about it. Instead, he began to unconsciously recall what had just happened. After a while, the brown-haired boy sitting at the dining table holding a knife and fork could not help but murmur in a low voice, looking angry, and inexplicably a little aggrieved.
Chapter completed!