Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Chapter 657 If you want to wear his crown, you must bear its weight

Bai Yu appeared quickly because he had expected it.

He has been observing Jordson's reaction, and he can tell whether he is aggressive from the other's expression.

So the moment Cordelia shouted, he flashed down from the second floor and blocked the punch.

Power, so-so.

It was enough to defeat Cordelia, who was as skinny as paper, but it was not enough to break through his defense. Not even Maomao was interested in defending.

Jordanson's whole body was bursting with golden fighting spirit, and his full blow was easily blocked. This shocked him, but the madness that followed urged him to continue punching.

Some people are like this. They behave normally and rationally on weekdays, but once they show aggression, they can't stop at all.

Even though the head of the Murfat family roared again and again later, he couldn't listen at all.

Fists rained down.

Bai Yu judged that his fighting style should lean towards boxing and jujitsu.

Jiu-jitsu is not judo, but a comprehensive technique that includes a series of moves such as grappling, rear-naked chokes, and ground techniques.

People with strong physiques do not necessarily need to practice boxing. On the contrary, they may have higher resistance to beatings because of their strong physiques, so they are more suitable for wrestling and strongman locks.

Bai Yu raised his right hand to knock off the opponent's entire set of punch combinations. While protecting Cordelia with his left hand as she retreated, he moved out of five positions and pressed Cordelia on the chair. Push her ten meters away.

When Jordan saw Bai Yu's agility, he immediately realized that boxing was ineffective, decisively changed his fighting style, and pounced.

The word "pounce" may be too conservative, because his explosive power and speed are too fast, like the headbutt of a sumo wrestler's charge. The speed can be said to combine the speed of a cheetah and the collision force of a rhinoceros.

Then...boom!

The burst of golden fighting spirit bloomed like an umbrella and turned into scattered flowers.

The sturdy golden knight flew back, flying dozens of meters like a cannonball, crashing through the banquet door of Bach's house, rolling all the way, and landed directly in the fountain in the manor, falling into a pool of water. In the middle, I fainted and didn't know.

Things change, boy!

The head of the Murfat family hurriedly rushed out the door, unable to maintain his dignity and calmness just now.

Both Lena and Archduke Bach were surprised by the sudden outburst and sudden lull in events.

Especially Archduke Bach, who looked at the sudden appearance of the Daxia people with a gloomy expression.

Then he heard Cordelia wink and show off to her sister: "How about it, your brother-in-law is great, isn't he?"

...brother-in-law? What brother-in-law?

Archduke Bach had ten thousand questions in his heart that he wanted to say, but he still had to walk outside the banquet hall.

If Bai Yu really beats Jordan to death, the situation will only become more complicated.

Bai Yu clapped his hands and said calmly: "He was not killed, but half of his life was left."

Cordelia patted her pounding chest: "I was really scared to death. I didn't expect that he actually dared to do it. Thank you, husband, for being here."

"This man is not sane." Bai Yu reacted: "What did you just call me?"

"Husband."

"Stop yelling."

"Are you shy?" Cordelia blinked, and then suddenly said: "Yes, you are an Oriental, not your husband, but your husband-in-law?"

Bai Yu put her hand on her forehead and forcibly changed the topic: "How do you plan to end it next?"

"It's already such a mess, there's nothing to end with." Cordelia regained her indifferent expression: "I'm wondering if I should kick this old guy out, and then inherit the position of Archduke Bach myself to prevent him from continuing to mess up. What a moth."

She was equally tired.

However, it is impossible not to clean up.

This is still her home, so she can't really ignore it.

Cordelia walked outside the banquet hall and watched as the head of the Murfat family ordered someone to carry his son. His face was filled with embarrassment, angry and aggrieved, and his eyes flickered... Even a eloquent politician knew that By tonight this situation has become extremely bad and cannot be easily ended.

Cordelia directly raised her hand to see off the guests: "The reception is not good tonight, so you two will go slowly without seeing them off."

The head of the Murfat family raised his eyes, wondering if he didn't intend to pursue the case?

Cordelia's second sentence followed: "All medical bills for your dog can be sent directly to Bach's house, and we will be responsible for full reimbursement."

bill? What's the meaning?

Cordelia turned around to leave, then seemed to remember something, stopped and turned back and said: "Not long ago, the Tribunal of the Holy Church will go to invite the noble dog to drink tea. Please be prepared in advance, um, Friendly reminder, bring more diapers.”

The head of the Murfat family was shocked. There was no hint of reconciliation at all.

"Wait, we can talk..."

"There is nothing to talk about. I am a saint, and the trial court is not under my control." Cordelia said: "As for any grievances and reasons, just tell them directly to the presiding judge and see if he will let you do it." Good people."

She left without looking back.

The visitors from the Murfat family finally left the Bach family's manor in despair.

When you come, you are high-spirited, and when you leave, you are lonely.

At this time, Archduke Bach was standing at the door of the banquet hall. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at his eldest daughter standing at the top of the steps.

Cordelia's eyes were cold and her tone was flat.

"Okay, the outsiders are gone."

"Now, we are the only ones left."

"It's time to take care of some housework."

He was talking about family matters, but his tone was serious, as if he was a judge about to pronounce a death sentence.

Not only did the dark clouds over the Bach family estate not dissipate, but they condensed even more intensely.

What happens next, if not done right, may lead to civil strife in the family.

Archduke Bach undoubtedly regretted it in his heart. If he had known that his daughter would come back, why would he have planned to enter the Senate and go to that mud pit to gain political capital?

He naturally knew that as a father, what he did was wrong.

Jodson not only spoke rudely to Lena, but also dared to attack Cordelia directly, which proved that the person he chose to marry was outrageously bad.

Everything that happened today made him unable to hold his head high in front of his daughter.

Embarrassed, entangled, confused, at a loss...the middle-aged man who inherited Bach's position was like an awkward big child.

It was difficult to resolve this matter decently, and as a father, he always had to have some dignity as the head of the family.

He didn't know what to say or what to say, so he could only let the silence flow between them.

After a long time, he heard a sigh.

It was Cordelia's gentle voice.

"Father, you have lost weight..."

Archduke Bach's anxious mood suddenly calmed down, and soon his nose became sore.

Countless complex emotions welled up in a middle-aged man's heart, the most common of which was grievance.

It wasn't easy for him either. He made all kinds of difficult decisions in order to maintain the Bach family.

He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. Someone had to make the sacrifice.

At this time, a comforting word from the little cotton-padded jacket immediately broke through Archduke Bach's already weak defense.

"You must be very tired. I have really worked hard for you in the past three years." Cordelia continued.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Archduke Bach sighed, and all kinds of memories came to his mind.

"But you don't have to work so hard in the future." Cordelia smiled: "After all, I'm back."

"Yes, it will be good when you are back." Archduke Bach went down the steps given by his daughter.

"So, can father sign here?" Cordelia took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "After signing, you can live a life of two people with your mother, and you don't have to worry about the Bach family. It’s a lot of work and trouble.”

"Okay..." Archduke Bach now thought that as long as his daughter forgives him, everything will be fine. He glanced down at the paper handed over and took the pen.

The next moment he looked down at the paper and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

"Notice of Succession of the Title"

Once signed, from the moment the paper was delivered to the Roman Emperor's office, he was no longer Archduke Bach.

"Cordelia!" the Grand Duke shouted: "What do you want to do!"

"I want to make it easier for you, father. The title of Grand Duke is just a false name. You were meant to leave it to future generations." Cordelia held his wrist: "Sign it quickly?"

"Are you trying to usurp the Duke's position?" The Grand Duke said angrily, "You are already a saint, why do you still need this useless title?"

"You also said it was a useless title. Doesn't it matter to whoever it is given to?" Cordelia said with a cold expression: "Why, are you reluctant to part with it, father?"

"I..." Archduke Bach was stuck. He was currently in the prime of life, and of course he was reluctant to give up the title of Grand Duke. It was usually inherited to his son or daughter a hundred years later.

Cordelia put away her warm performance and said calmly: "I have only been away for three years, and the Bach family has been in such a mess. My mother was so angry that you closed the door and refused to visit. This shows how bad my father's political literacy is. As long as you With a little bit of self-awareness, we should have given up on the illusory dream of making the Bach family great again."

"Father, do you really think I will forgive you for what you did so easily?"

"As a father, where were you when Lena was crying? Don't you think it's shameful to push your own daughter into the fire pit just to accumulate some political qualifications for yourself?"

She started talking directly and showed no mercy.

Archduke Bach's face turned red: "I am doing it for the Bach family..."

"So, father, are you doing this for the Bach family's illusory reputation and hereditary title, or for us, our closest relatives?"

Cordelia looked directly into his eyes: "Can you tell the difference? Do you know which is more serious?"

Archduke Bach's tone paused.

Cordelia let go of her hand and took two steps back: "I'll give you a week to slowly think about it. What has this title brought to you? What has it taken away from you?"

She walked towards the second floor, then stopped and turned her back to the Grand Duke: "I heard your husband say this - if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

“Those who cannot afford the price will eventually be crushed by its cost.”

Archduke Bach's eyes were boiling with anger, as if he wanted to rush forward and slap the unscrupulous woman.

But he finally sat down slumped, his fingers tremblingly inserted into his hair, like a silent stone sculpture in the hall.

…

Cordelia returned to her boudoir, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then fell back on the bed.

"it is finally over."

She said quietly: "It's really annoying..."

Bai Yu leaned on the bed and asked, "Are you really planning to inherit the title?"

"I prefer to use 'keep'. Sooner or later it will be handed over to Galka, but it is more effective to keep it with me for now. When Galka can take charge of his own business, I will hand it over to him. At least it will be worthy of the Bach family. Cordelia turned sideways and said softly: "I don't want to be a duchess."

"Someone has to be the villain."

"Yes, my father has mediocre qualifications and is a conservative. When he was young, he never thought that he could inherit the title. He only cared about the sweet love with his mother... When he was in his thirties, he suddenly inherited the title and was forced to take over the leadership of the Bach family. Qi, it is not easy for him, so I resolutely joined the Holy Church."

Having said this, Cordelia laughed at herself and hugged the doll: "But maybe I did too well to make him have some unrealistic ideas. In the past, I was completely addicted to the spotlight and soaked in In my vanity, I was completely unaware of the danger coming. Now think about it, even if I didn't fall into a big fall in Fusang Huangquan, sooner or later I would be destroyed by my ever-expanding vanity and conceit."

Bai Yu rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Don't rush to speculate on the reality that has not happened. It may not be better, but it may not be worse either."

"I feel fine now." Cordelia sat up, then bent over and crawled towards the other side of the bed.

When Bai Yu turned around, she hugged the young man from behind, rested her chin on his shoulder, and pressed the buffer pad into the shape of a brake disc.

"Hey, the sneak attack was successful."

His breath blew into his ears, carrying a hint of the sweet smell of champagne.

"As long as you stay with me, I can do anything."

This time, Bai Yu didn't push her away.

He knew that what Cordelia needed now was support and comfort.

This saint is not that strong, she pretends to be strong, she is just pretending to be tough.

So just wait quietly.

Serve as a large bear doll with incredible affection.

Then he felt some moisture in his ears.

The earlobe was bitten, and there was a little sucking sound.

There was obviously strong aggression in a certain voice.

"...Stay with me tonight, okay?"