Chapter 524 Forced

In the dim room, a small cluster of candles gave off a faint light, preventing the inside from falling into complete darkness.

With the help of this faint light, one can see that the walls of the house are covered with portraits.

A hand that looked like a withered branch reached to the side of the candle with scissors, and cut the wick short with a snap.

The candle became brighter, illuminating the face of the owner of this hand. He was an old man with wrinkles on his face. His eyelids were loose and drooped, almost completely covering his eyes, as if the old man had always closed his eyes. .

"well!"

The old man let out a helpless sigh.

"Child, have you seen this room full of portraits?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

A very young voice responded to the old man. The owner of the voice was standing in the shadow of the wall. He was tall and straight, as if he had been trained for a long time. He stood there as motionless as a pine tree.

"The ancestors of our family are watching you."

"I could feel their eyes."

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

He approached a wall full of portraits. Perhaps he found that one of the portraits was covered in dust, so he took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped it gently on the portrait.

The old man wiped it and said softly:

“Our family has thrived in this village since recorded history.”

"We are rooted in this land, we are the fruits of this land, we...are the children of this land."

"I have always firmly believed that nature has its own order, and the world also has its own laws, and human ethics is also part of this innate order and laws."

"So the distinction between the noble and the lowly in our society is as natural as the sky forever covering the earth."

"And our family..."

The eyes that are watching sweep across the portraits

"He is undoubtedly among the noble ones in this land."

"For hundreds of years, we have protected this land, we have developed this land, we have managed this land..."

"The prosperity of the village is inseparable from the hard work of our family. Under our management, the folk customs here are simple and the people live and work in peace and contentment..."

The old man's words made the man by the wall tremble slightly, revealing his inner excitement.

"Grandpa, I have always been proud of my family."

The old man nodded, "The family is proud to have an outstanding child like you."

But he immediately changed the topic, and there was even a hint of ferocity in his tone: "Now, some people want to destroy the existing perfect order, trying to bring this quiet and peaceful village into a chaotic and disorderly future."

"Oh!" The old man sighed sadly, "This is a disaster, this is the collapse of civilization, this is... this is against the laws of nature."

The young man's body shook violently, but this time it was not excitement, but fear. He had realized what his grandfather was going to say.

"Count Greyman, our lord..."

There was a hint of choking in the old man's voice.

"A member of the nobility who is undoubtedly a member of our world... actually wants to destroy this order."

"So unwise... so unwise..."

The old man repeated it several times.

"He can't see that it is the current order that supports the throne of the Graiman family. He can't see that if he wants to destroy the order, he will be counterattacked by the order?"

"My child, do you know? More than a hundred years ago, when the ancestors of the Gleiman family came to the Northwest Gulf, they were nominally lords assigned to Alda, but in fact they were sent here as prisoners by the kingdom. They are alone, unaccompanied, and subject to The neighboring lord families were squeezed out. It was us... we, the families who grew up on this land, helped the Graiman family to establish a foothold in the northwest bay. It was the local families in the villages who jointly created Graiman. The throne of the family."

The old man kept shaking his head, with an expression of regret on his face.

"The Graiman family also follows the ancient way of governing the territory and hands over the villages and towns to us ancient native families. This is just a small reward for our loyalty. We are also an extension of the lord's power. We have been diligent We earnestly collect taxes for the lord, and at the same time adjudicate various disputes in the village for the lord, we ensure the normal operation of various affairs in the territory. "

"And now...and now...ahem!"

The old man was so excited that he coughed violently.

The young man came over in a hurry and gave him a slap on the back.

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"Oh, I'm getting older. I didn't expect that when I was in my final years, I would see such an extraordinary lord from the Graiman family. He actually wanted to take away our family's loyalty for hundreds of years, regardless of it. ’s glory, took away our status, took away our wealth, and took away our prestige in the village.”

After listening to the old man's words, the young man remained silent. He lowered his eyelids, as if he was having a complicated ideological struggle in his heart.

"This... this... although logically speaking I cannot arrange my own lord, but Count Grayman's behavior is not ungrateful. He has forgotten how his family secured the position of lord. He has forgotten How his family's wealth was accumulated, he forgot who defended his family's honor."

The old man was so excited that his whole body was shaking.

He turned around and looked at his grandson with hope.

"My child, your father should have talked to you."

The young man's body shook again.

"No, I can't do that. I... I swore to the lord that I would be loyal to him for life."

His voice was shaking like his body, mixed with fear and struggle.

"Don't force me, don't force me."

Seeing his grandson like this, the old man picked up his cane and slammed it hard on the ground, making a loud noise in the small room.

"Loyalty has a prerequisite. What's the point of one-sided loyalty? Now that Earl Graman has betrayed us first, we continue to be loyal to him and we are despising ourselves! A person who despises himself, even the merciful Father will not forgive him."

The young man opened his eyes in panic, his eyes full of helplessness.

"You are forcing me, you are forcing me!"

"I am not forcing you! Remember, you are fighting for the honor of the family. We were born in this family, grew up in this family, the family raised us and made us, we have to fight to protect it."

He came to the young man, gently stroked his back, and let him calm down gradually.

"I know this is a difficult choice, but among the families that have united with us, only your identity can take on this important task."