"What are you talking about? Morsant actually committed suicide by jumping off the building." After hearing the urgent news from the butler, Sir Fox, who was leisurely enjoying a delicious breakfast and tasting an aperitif of fruit wine, stood up in shock, and the white napkin around his neck was suddenly removed. After turning over the crystal wine glass, almost all the dark red aperitif fruit wine was poured onto Sir Fox.
But Sir Fox, who was always particular about appearance, no longer cared about his clothes that were splashed with fruit wine. He strode up to the butler, grabbed the butler's lapel, and asked eagerly: "Is this news true?"
The butler was trembling with fright at the distorted face of Sir Fox. He had never seen Sir Fox with such a frightened and angry face before, and finally calmed down: "Yes, sir, it is said that Mr. Morsant was around five o'clock in the morning." He jumped from the roof of his big red brick house and fell to the cobblestone ground below. His skull cracked and he died on the spot."
Sir Fox let go of his hand in frustration, turned around and murmured to himself: "He, how dare he commit suicide? Who allowed him to commit suicide?"
The angry Sir Fox lifted up the entire dining table in front of him and pushed it to the side. The tableware and food on it all fell on the exquisite granite floor. The crystal tableware in contact with the hard ground made a crisp shattering sound, and the pieces were everywhere. The butler standing on one side was as frightened as a quail caught in the rain, and did not dare to go forward to persuade Sir Fox, who was almost crazy.
In a rage, Sir Fox angrily trampled the food on the ground with his feet: "How dare he commit suicide when he has the guts to commit suicide?"
After a while, Sir Fox calmed down, but his eyes were still a little red: "I think the heir to the Field family must be the underage Blovik."
"Yes, yes, it is said that Mr. Morsan had left a will before committing suicide, allowing his son Blovik to inherit his family business and all the debts he had borne."
Sir Fox became furious again and took several breaths before he could barely control his emotions: "I knew it, I knew it, Morsant, you did a good job, even if you committed suicide, you dragged me with you and made me become everyone." He was joking about his second son, what’s his name? Claude, isn’t he already an adult and qualified to inherit the family business?”
"Sir, Mr. Morsan's second son, Claude, is an adult at the age of eighteen this year, but he has already registered at the town office, and his household registration is just under the Field family. This is mainly because he does not have His own assets and house. Currently he works as a forestry supervisor at the Norman Forestry Farm, with a monthly salary of three silver thalers. It is an enviable and good job. And I heard that he is very filial and has always taken care of his family, so he will not disobey him. It’s my father’s will and I’m going to compete with my brother for the inheritance rights. Besides, if there is a debt, he won’t ask for the inheritance rights.”
The butler hesitantly explained a reality that made Sir Fox despair. Indeed, facing a huge debt of five hundred gold crowns, no fool would take the initiative to shoulder it.
"Maybe I shouldn't have forced Morsang. I met him yesterday and gave him a chance to extend the repayment period. In two or three years, he might not be so determined. Damn, this is procrastination. Come die with me." Sir Fox finally regretted it, it was such a miscalculation.
"By the way, is that Albert still there in the old street?"
The housekeeper thought for a while and replied carefully: "It should still be there. After you fired him three days ago, he went to the old street to find his sweetheart and never came home."
"Go and tell Bedelir to send people to monitor him and don't let him leave town. In addition, tell him to go home and inherit the family business. Although he has registered as an adult, he is the eldest son. He has inheritance priority. If he is willing to inherit the family business, then Morsan's will will be useless. As for the debt, you tell him that after inheriting the family business, he only needs to transfer the big red brick house to me to pay off the debt. The remaining debt will be written off.”
"Yes, sir, I'll go right away."
{} At this time, Beedrill Blunt finally realized the inconvenience of being a public official. If he is not the captain of the garrison squadron, he can just find someone to go on his behalf. But now he is a squadron leader of the garrison, and the reason why Mr. Molsang committed suicide was because he came to ask for a debt with an IOU, so he had to be present for counseling.