The villain just wants to go offline

"Lao Bangcai still holds a grudge!"

Miles was speechless. He thought that the farce just now was an act of revenge by the old Bond, and complained: "Who knows that the fried chicken restaurant opened in Kresse did not pay attention to hygiene and gave you a bad stomach. Who can blame it?" ah!"

"It's your fault for choosing this name!"

Miles thought bitterly in his heart, and it was actually a little funny, thinking about this old gangster who was 2.8 meters tall and had a pack of abs, transformed into a Splatoon.

hiss.

It hurts the eyes.

He quickly shook his head, and seeing Wallace's gloomy expression, Miles stopped the smile that was about to overflow and retracted it.

Ring-shaped square buildings similar to courtyards were the habit of Wallace when he led an army to fight against the demons. At that time, in order to resist the attacks of the demons, the camps outside were all surrounded in a circle to prevent enemy troops from infiltrating.

When he got old, Wallace built himself a unique house, all based on his own preferences, and no one dared to say anything wrong to him.

Miles is the exception.

I have to say that I am used to the Bond family's house in the royal capital, which looks like a castle. The yard of the two Bonds is the same as the woodshed. If I say I don't dislike it, I would be lying.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Miles has become accustomed to the family background of a villainous young master, and has been corrupted by the luxurious life of the nobles.

"If you can't get used to living in this small place, there's a big mansion next door where you can live!"

It’s only because Wallace can’t feel the disdain from Miles’s face. He doesn’t comment on the lives of young people. It’s inevitable that he won’t get used to the style of the older generation.

Wallace is still very open-minded in this regard.

Maybe it’s because he came down from the battlefield, his head is pinned to his belt, and he has seen too many things where he accumulated wealth and was robbed in the end, so he enjoys himself in time, and if he has favorable conditions, why not let his descendants enjoy them, otherwise they will end up being someone else’s wedding dress? .

"And a big mansion?"

As soon as he arrived, he was taken to this small courtyard. He didn't take a closer look at any other buildings nearby. Miles, who looked around through the low courtyard wall, found a European-style building standing there not far away. It was comparable to this small shabby building. The yard is much more stylish.

too.

Otherwise, where did the little maid who was taken down to rest have gone? Old Bond's bungalow could not be all over the place. Otherwise, it would be too shameful for someone to take them to this small courtyard.

After all, they are members of the Bond family, and they have achieved unity in the aspect of "you can use it, but you can't live without it".

Only Miles, the grandson of Old Bond, would bring his own small courtyard. Most people don't have this kind of treatment.

The grandfather and grandson came to a room in the small courtyard. There were two plates of sauced meat and a silver wine pot on the table.

The plate containing Western-style beef was stacked two or three layers with large pieces of meat. When the fork was inserted into the meat, it was like toothpick meat in Wallace's hands.

"Did Dex tell you?"

"say what."

The two of them asked and answered questions. Although Miles complained about the presentation, he hadn't eaten seriously in several days and was very hungry. He ate the sauced meat and drank a sip of wine.

"Cough cough!"

As soon as he took a sip, Miles, who thought it was fruit wine, choked and coughed, and his face turned red: "This wine is so strong!"

"Haha, don't tell me that you can't even drink the distilled liquor you developed yourself!"

Miles asked about the drink questioningly: "Don't fool me, I've also drank alcohol, but this is just like pure industrial alcohol!"

"It's okay, I just distilled it a few more times!"

A glass of Wallace.

"Repeated distillation, several times..."

The corners of Miles' mouth twitched. This was the most speechless day he had been in these years: "...This is not drinking, this is drinking alcohol!"

Fortunately, Bond's family didn't buy fake wine, otherwise he would be really afraid that one day the old man would drink fake wine and become blind.

"What did my father say?"

Then Miles was curious about what Dex and old Bond said.

"You don't know? Dex asked you to practice in my Kresse for a year and then go back. This year you will train with me here!"

Wallace became curious, but it looked like Miles didn't seem to know. Dex probably only contacted him unilaterally, so he explained: "Even if Miles has many slaves under you, he can protect him." You, I will also help you recruit some powerful slaves to serve as your deadliest servants these days."

"Although you don't have to fight in person, the tradition of my Bond family is that the head of the family must not be a weakling with no power!"

"This year I will train you to be a qualified successor, and it's time for you to get acquainted with some things. Dex is just too petty, hiding things and never becoming a great person!"

Old Bond talked more when he drank.

But after hearing this, Miles had only one thought in his mind. Miles said indifferently: "Experience? One year is enough to create a younger brother for me."

He knows his father very well.

"Pfft! This, this..."

Wallace spit out a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and felt the sweat on his forehead. He just said so much as if it was in vain, and said angrily: "...Can't I just miss my grandson and keep you for a while? "

"I think you're doing pretty well on your own!"

"You really don't know how to chat!"

"Grandpa, you know how to talk nonsense!"

"hehe!"

"Ha ha!"

Miles felt unhappy, and from the bottom of his heart he did not want to stay in Kresse on the border. If nothing else, in his opinion Kresse was a place of right and wrong.

No matter how you look at it, Kresse looks like a novice village where heroes grow up, full of troubles.

I don’t know what will happen if I stay here for a year.

Miles hated trouble.

What's more, even if old Bond didn't tell him what he should know, he still knew it, and he said he knew it from the time he was born.

Who can imagine hearing four big heads surrounding him talking about a rebellion and coup just after he came out of his mother's womb? Think about how much impact this would have on a child.

Miles knew from the beginning what the Bond family was doing behind the scenes.

"This matter is settled. If you have the ability, just go and give it a try!"

If he can't say it, Wallace will just act like a rogue and force him to do it, and he looks like an old bastard.

Look at old Bond's clenching fists.

Miles frowned. He must have suffered a concussion from this punch. He had to be careful. If he couldn't beat him, he would have to stay. What else could he do?

"This is my good grandson. Then I will leave the government affairs at the Kresse border to you!"

"Aha?"

"What did you say, old man?"

Miles didn't even call him grandpa. He suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and asked with a forced smile through gritted teeth.

Wallace greeted the thief's rude words with a smile, and said with a smile: "That is to say, I can be a hands-off shopkeeper. Don't worry, I will arrange an assistant officer for you, haha!"

Miles: "This is your goal!"

"Who says it's not? You think people who let a warrior take care of a large city are mentally ill, right? Haha, it's just our Bond family's city, so you are the heir to the Bond family, so naturally you have Take care of Kresse’s affairs on your own initiative!”

"After all, the future is yours, so get familiar with it in advance!"

Wallace smiled unkindly.