The dinner party at Swallow Butterfly Castle ended at eight o'clock.
Back at the residence, Vera said to her husband while taking off her high heels:
"Colin, Mrs. Grace told me just now that Earl Morrison wanted to marry Cousin Nina and asked for my help."
Colin laughed out loud on the spot—Maester Dawn really guessed it right.
The Morrison family really doesn't want to marry anyone who isn't St. Hilde!
Is this a perverted obsession, a family tradition that cannot be abandoned, or... something else
Colin didn't know this so-called Nina St. Hilde, but a collateral woman, even if she also had the surname of St. Hilde, shouldn't be enough for a full-fledged earl to pursue.
"How can you help? Now that the Duke of St. Hilde has just died, the position of Patriarch is vacant. Even though Earl Morrison wants to marry Cousin Nina, he can't find someone to make the decision."
Vera was sitting in front of the dressing table at this time, taking off the sapphire earrings, and said in her mouth:
"Well, Mrs. Grace is also aware of this. She said that this matter is not in a hurry. After the rebellion in the north subsides and the dust settles on the ownership of the Duke of the North, we will talk about Earl Morrison's marriage."
Ke Lin watched Vera take off the long skirt on her body, revealing her graceful waist and round and slender long legs, and said with a smile:
"As for who will inherit the title of Duke of the North, did Mrs. Grace tell you anything?"
It seemed that Ke Lin's scorching gaze made Vera's face slightly flushed. She turned her head and gave the man a gouging look. She quickly changed into the silk pajamas, shook her head and said:
"No. But shouldn't the title of duke be inherited by Joyce?"
Ke Lin looked at his ignorant wife, and suddenly realized that he should have an open and honest talk with her, otherwise she would never have thought that he could also fight for the Duke of the North.
"Joyce is not the Marquess of the North, how can he say 'should'?"
Vera was obviously stunned: "But according to the order of succession, Joyce is indeed at the top now."
Colin untied the tie, threw it on the table, then walked up to Vera, beckoned her to help him take off the dress, and said:
"But Joyce is only ten years old after all. Do you think it's appropriate for such a child to become the Lord of the North?"
While unbuttoning Colin's chest, Vera looked up into the man's eyes suspiciously: "Is there any problem? There is no minimum age limit for a lord in the lord's law."
Colin shook his head: "I'm not questioning Joyce's inheritance qualifications, but I'm worried, is such an immature child really capable of dealing with the current chaos in the North?"
Hearing this, Vera couldn't help frowning, and stopped the movement of her hands, as if she also felt that it was really inappropriate for her ten-year-old brother to bear such a heavy responsibility.
"Then... who do you think can take on such a heavy responsibility?" Vera's tone trembled, obviously, she also realized what Colin wanted to say.
"I think you can!" Colin said in a deep voice, looking at his wife with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to pass on this firmness.
"I..." Vera's eyes were a little evasive, her hands were tightly clutching her husband's shirt, and she said in an unconfident tone, "I... can I?"
"Of course!" Colin embraced Vera in his arms, kissed her cold forehead lightly, and said solemnly, "In my opinion, a qualified Lord of the Northern Territory should be fair, kind and Virtue, compassion, tenacity, and these, you have!"
"I..." Vera pursed her lips and hesitated, "but I don't know how to manage the territory..."
"That's all secondary." Colin waved his hand, looking confident, "In terms of politics, you can ask Bachelor Dawn for advice, he is very familiar with how to govern the northern border.
And on the military side…”
Colin gave a thumbs up, gestured to himself, and said confidently: "You can completely trust your husband! Whether it's the east or trolls, I can handle it with ease. As for the traitors entrenched in the north now There is nothing to fear from the military forces!"
Seeing her husband's stinky fart, Vera smiled, and the previous nervousness and fear subsided a lot.
She stretched out a hand to caress Colin's chest, drew circles on Colin's chest with her fingers, and said with bright eyes: "Yes! My husband is now a great hero who killed the troll emperor with his own hands! "
Ke Lin laughed loudly, grabbed his beautiful wife's red lips, gave a deep French kiss, and then asked, "How is it? Are you confident to become the Lord of the Northern Territory?"
Vera lay on Colin's chest without speaking.
Seeing this, Colin said again: "If you don't take the initiative to take on this heavy responsibility, aren't you afraid that Joyce's immature shoulders will be crushed by this heavy burden
Think about it, is the mind of a ten-year-old child really able to deal with the current situation in the northern border? "
Vera was silent for a while, and finally raised her head, the confusion in her eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a determination to sacrifice herself and forget herself.
"Okay, if everyone thinks that I should inherit the title of duke, then I will never refuse!"
Colin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "This is what a real Saint Hilde should do!"
A blush appeared on Vera's face, and her tone became a little unconfident again:
"But I may not be able to inherit the title of duke. Joyce's succession has priority over me. What's more, His Majesty the Emperor and the Senate must be consulted for this."
"You don't have to worry about that." Colin said confidently.
Seeing Vera's puzzled look, he could only smile: "I believe His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Senate will make the right choice. You are the leader that the Northern Territory really needs now."
"Colin, you overestimate me..." Vera stuck out her tongue, then she seemed to think of something, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she suggested, "You said, if Uncle Garcia is allowed to be the Duke of the North Isn't it better?"
"Marquis Garcia?" Colin frowned suddenly.
If there is no Vera card, then Colin will definitely consider Marquis Garcia.
However, if there is a chance to become the duke's husband, how could Colin be willing to only be the duke's son-in-law
Although the Marquis of Garcia was indeed kind to Colin, Colin would rather redeem the Marquis of Garcia and offer him food and drink.
Having just sent away a mountain that was weighing on his head, Colin didn't want to ask for trouble to get a new one.
"With the Duke of St. Hilde still having a son and adopted daughter to choose from, the Senate will not agree to allow the Marquis of Garcia to inherit the title of Duke of the North.
What's more, people in the northern border may find it difficult to accept a duke who was once a captive in the eastern border.
No matter what brilliant achievements he has achieved before, but the shame of Shadow Canyon... I am afraid that he will be with Marquis Garcia for the rest of his life. "
Hearing what Colin said, Vera nodded in disappointment.
"Okay, don't think too much about it." Colin pecked his wife's cheek lightly, "Just be mentally prepared to take on this heavy responsibility. For the rest, leave it to the emperor and the Senate to decide."
"Okay." Vera nodded obediently, and returned a goodnight kiss to Colin.
The two immediately turned off the magic lamp and went to bed to rest.
The starlight in the sky outside the window is thin, only a crescent moon hangs high on the treetops, casting a faint cold light.
After midnight, there were no lighted windows in the Papillon Fort, only a little fire on the promenade and in the sentry box.
The faint cry of an owl came from afar, making this quiet night even more peaceful.
"Willa? Willa?" Colin called into his wife's ear a few times. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, he got up quietly, put on his casual clothes, and jumped out of the window.
The air is filled with the fresh and elegant fragrance of tulip flowers, and there is a vague smell of blood.
(end of this chapter)