It stands to reason that he has left the family, and he should not return to Sylt's territory, but Fei Lin is not to answer his doubts... but for his father.
After that banquet, Sir Sylt not only talked about the person in the painting, but also seemed very emotional, saying that the family existed because of her kindness, but her grandfathers failed to live up to her kindness. Filin couldn't understand the words at the time, but he still remembered the look of his father—a kind of regret for what his grandfathers had done.
Since it is a pity, will there be a chance to remedy it? Perhaps the woman I saw was the descendant of the founder of the family.
After all, he left the family because he did not want to be separated from Irene. As the eldest son, the family could not accept that he officially married a commoner as his wife. It's just that the two sides' choices are different, and it's not that the Sylt family is sorry for themselves.
After marrying Irene, Sir Sylt had not seen him once, but his mother sent some daily necessities and a letter telling his father that he had forgiven him.
It was for these reasons that Filming made the decision to bring news to the family.
Due to the influence of the Devil's Moon, the number of ships traveling between the two places has been greatly reduced. It took three days for him to wait for the merchant ship from the fortress, plus the time for unloading and counting, it was a week after arriving at Changsong Fortress.
Stepping off the pier, Fei Lin immediately felt the deserted city. The snow on the ground was already ankle-high. Except for some footprints of different shades left in a few alleys, the snow on the streets was even and smooth, indicating that no one had passed by for a long time. . Compared to the border towns where people come and go, it is hard to believe that this is the largest city in the Western Region.
The territory of the Sylt family was just north of the fortress, a village of nearly two thousand acres. Even the fortress is such a sight, and the village is even more unbearable. Walking along the carriage rut to the mansion, along the way, you can see some dead starving dead - the heavy snow that starts falling early in the autumn will catch most of the poor by surprise, neither food nor firewood is enough, and half of them may not be able to. Last until next spring. Originally, this was a normal phenomenon in Xie Yue, but Fei Lin couldn't get used to it.
After passing a few sparse wooden houses, Filmin returned to his doorstep again after many years.
The iron gate of the yard was closed, and the vestibule was covered with snow, but several stone paths were cleared out. Obviously, someone in the family was still taking care of the manor.
He patted the iron gate hard, and after a while, two guards walked out of the mansion, and one of them quickly recognized Fei Lin's identity, and said with a surprised expression, "You, you are... the eldest young master."
"I want to see Sir Sylt," said Flynn calmly.
Although everyone in the manor knew that Dawn Chenguang had cut off ties with the family, it was a matter between nobles after all, and the guards did not dare to make their own decisions. The two quickly opened the iron door, one led him to the hall to wait, and the other asked Butler notification.
Fei Lin did not expect that the first person to come over was actually his younger brother, Miso Sylt.
"You don't belong here anymore, why are you coming back?" He frowned and looked at his brother, "Are you here? Where's the squire?"
"I'm no longer a knight," Fei Lin smiled, "of course there will be no entourage."
"Ah, I almost forgot, you were beaten down by the Prince of Border Town and became his prisoner. He let you back?" Misuo snorted, "Is there no money to spend the winter? I can give you some, Then you can leave on your own accord."
The other party's attitude made Fei Lin sigh, and it is not difficult to understand his reaction - Miso Sylt has now become the first heir of the family, and naturally he doesn't want to come back again, so as to avoid unforeseen troubles.
"I didn't come to get money, I have no intention of competing with you for the position of successor," Dawn Chenguang said solemnly, "His Royal Highness hired me as a mentor, and I am very satisfied with my current life."
"Tutor?" Misuo was stunned, "Why don't I remember that you still have such a high level of knowledge that you can teach other nobles?"
"Not to teach nobles, but to teach commoners to read and write."
"Teach the commoners..." he sneered, "the lies you make up are really getting more and more interesting, isn't that commoner's wife fascinated by you?"
"Enough!" A low shout came from behind, and Miso shuddered. Ferrin looked after the sound and found that it was his father, Sir Sylt. "Ms. Irene is not inferior to the nobles. What she lacks is just an identity. It would be disrespectful for you to continue."
"Father!" Misuo shouted loudly.
Sir ignored his second son, "Listen to the guard, do you have news to tell me?"
"Yes." Fei Lin saluted.
"Then come to my study."
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Filin followed his father to the study on the second floor of the mansion. When he passed the hall, he took the opportunity to glance at the wall with the portrait hanging in the hall. The face of the blue-haired woman appeared in front of him again—it was almost exactly the same as the one he saw in the convenience market. . And unlike other portraits, the colors in this one are extraordinarily bright, and the details are much more refined, even the tear moles at the corners of the eyes are clearly identifiable.
Entering the study, Jazz took the lead and said, "I saw your wife during the autumn theater performance. She looked very good, and her acting skills did not fade away in front of Miss May. It seems that you are having a good time."
Fei Lin suddenly felt his eyes warm. He didn't expect his father to mention this first. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Yes, we have our own residence in Border Town, and we plan to have a child after the evil month ends this year."
"That's good," Sylt slowly took a sip of tea. "It shouldn't be easy to come from Border Town now. What's the news you want to say?"
Dawn and morning light restrained his emotions, "I met a woman in a small town, she looks exactly like the person in the portrait in the hall."
The jazz shook his hand and almost knocked over the teacup. He raised his head and widened his eyes, "What did you say?"
"Rare blue hair and good looks, I'm sure I'm not mistaken," said Flynn. "Could she be a descendant of the person in the picture?"
"Impossible! That person is—" He paused, then shook his head and said, "She can't have descendants."
"Is that so?" Flynn lowered his head, "Then maybe I made a mistake."
"You came all the way to Changge Fortress for this matter?"
"Yes, because I remember you once... expressing regret."
Sir Sylt bowed his head and thought for a while. "Really?"
"Except for a slight difference in the length of the hair..." Filin recalled, "It's the same everywhere else. You know, I've only seen hair like this in portraits since birth, so I'll pay more attention."
"She can't be the man's offspring," Sir hesitated, "but she could be the man in the picture himself."
Her father's statement made Feilin almost unable to believe her ears. The thought was even more incredible than she had imagined, "In itself? You mean... She has lived for more than four hundred years?"
"I didn't want to tell you that," he said, getting up. "She's a witch. Since she's a witch, anything can happen. Come with me."
"Where?"
"In the basement, I have something I want to show you," the duke said word by word, "it comes from the inheritance of the ancestors, and it is also a "relic" left by her. "
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