"This, this is a gift for me." Claude reached out and grabbed the black matchlock gun placed on the straw, and slowly took it out.
This was really a huge surprise and a gift that Claude never expected. He told his father that he wanted to own a matchlock gun, but that was just talk. In his heart, he never thought that Mr. Morsan would allow him to buy a matchlock gun, even if he raised the money and borrowed it in his father's name. no. In my memory, Mr. Morsan has never been very fond of weapons. He believes that a smart mind is more important than powerful weapons.
Why did my father buy me a musket as a gift? While looking at the matchlock in his hand with admiration, Claude thought nervously in his heart: Is this considered compensation for me? If it means beating up Albert, that guy is. Gift, then I would have beaten him up a long time ago. Could it be that my parents bought me this matchlock gun as a gift in order to settle the scandal and make Sister Christina shut up? I don't have a problem with that guy anymore
At this moment, Claude became suspicious again. The black matchlock gun in his hand was not a second-hand product. Looking at the packaging and the gun oil on it, it was clearly a new product that had just left the factory and was worth at least five or six dollars. A gold crown. Why would the always angry father spend so much money to buy a matchlock gun as a gift for himself? Does he have any ulterior motives
If Mr. Morsand knew what Claude was thinking at this time, he might be so angry that he would directly stuff the newly purchased musket into the furnace and burn it.
In fact, Mr. Morsan's meaning is very simple. After all, Claude is also his second son, and blood is thicker than water. Of course, he does not know that this second son's body contains the soul of a traveler from another world. He arranged two paths in life for his eldest son, Albert, and his second son, Claude. Albert would take the civil service path, while Claude would join the army.
Mr. Morsan also knows that joining the army is not an easy road. After all, there are only a few lucky people like Verricro's father who have been in the army for fifteen years and have not caught up in any war. As long as they go to the battlefield, life and death will matter. It's hard to say.
Out of a father's love for his son, Mr. Morsan certainly hoped that Claude would live as long as possible, so he thought of sending Claude to Tiersim on the continent of Nubisia after he graduated from high school. The regional governor was Claude's nominal godfather. Enlisting with him was much safer than passive conscription and random assignment.
When Claude said that he wanted to own a musket, Mr. Morsant thought about the road he would take in the future to join the army. He felt that it would not be a bad thing for Claude to become more familiar with muskets now. Maybe he would do so in the future. Be familiar with musket shooting and have more security. This was the reason why Mr. Morsan decided to spend money to buy Claude this brand new matchlock gun.
Mr. Morsan smiled and took out a handful of cut tobacco from his tobacco bag and stuffed it into his beloved pipe, lit it with a match and took a deep puff. These expensive tobaccos come from the continent of Nubisia and are also a specialty of the kingdom's overseas territories.
Smoking is Mr. Morsan's only hobby. Even though the price of cut tobacco is very high, Mr. Morsan has never been angry about his luxurious hobby. He believes that smoking is very suitable for his status as an administrative executive. At the same time, smoking can Keeping a clear mind, he can also use smoke to cover his expression when talking to others and observe the other person carefully, and use the short opportunity of lighting a match to judge the other person's intention, which is very important to him.
"Do you like this gift?" Mr. Morsan was very satisfied to see his second son's love for this musket.
"Yes, I like it very much and am very happy. Thank you, father." Claude cooperated and showed a look of joy, and at the same time, there was some fear in the expression of surprise: "It's just, it's just that I don't understand. , Father, why are you willing to buy such a new matchlock gun for me? I remember you said you hate weapons, didn’t you?”
Mr. Morsant straightened his expression. He did not expect Claude to ask such a question: "Yes, I hate weapons, and so does your elder brother. This is because we are civil servants and we are used to using administrative methods and clever methods." Use your mind to solve problems, rather than acting like a reckless man who threatens the lives of others with weapons.
But you're different, you're a physicist