What to do if your crush is the Earl

On the vertical day, people gathered in the cemetery holding black umbrellas.

There are stone tablets in the cemetery, some with flowers in front of them, and some with nothing.

The sky was gloomy with light rain.

Surrounded by dozens of black umbrellas, they stood in front of a tombstone.

The priest is singing the eulogy.The people were solemn and quiet, many of them were wearing sea-blue uniforms, holding their hats in their hands, bowing their heads and chanting silently.

At the end of the eulogy, people lined up, stepped forward in turn, placed a stone on the edge of the tombstone one by one, bowed to the tombstone, closed their eyes for a while, and then left slowly.

When it was Martin's turn, he did not put stones, but placed a golden metal brooch on the tombstone. His white and clean knuckles formed a sharp contrast with the gray tombstone.He glanced at the man in the photo, and left without bowing or staying.

Nona, who was walking behind, took a deep look at him and said nothing.

"Today is the sixth anniversary of the passing of our hero, Admiral Owen Saad," a man with short gray hair stood in front of the tombstone and said in a solemn voice, "Admiral Owen joined the army at a young age, made outstanding achievements repeatedly, and made great contributions to the empire. Made an irreplaceable outstanding contribution.”

"...he is the hero of the empire, and also our well-deserved role model. Let our existing people salute the hero... two salutes, three salutes..."

After the lengthy memorial ceremony, people left one after another, leaving only Martin, Nona Olide and a few attendants standing far away in the empty cemetery.

"Six years, is this your first time here, Odin?" Nona appeared behind Martin at some point, her voice was gentle and authentic.

"If you want to tell me about the past, there is no need." Martin adjusted the delicate cuff of the shirt on his left wrist with one hand, raised his head and smiled.

"You are still so heartless." Nona looked at the photo of the owner of the tombstone, her eyes flickered slightly, "Since Owen met me, he has been talking about his younger brother."

Martin snorted to show he was listening.

"He has watched you grow up since he was a child, and he has participated in every growth of yours, and he is proud of it." Major General Nona's tone was tactful, almost using all the emotions on that indifferent face.

Martin still had a faint, calm smile on his face: "Oh? What else did he tell you?"

"He said you never trusted him, and he also mentioned to me your lover in college..."

Martin interrupted her, and Wu decided: "Did he still say that I can't understand the expectations of my father and the family, and I am determined to go my own way?"

Nona choked, showing sad and compassionate eyes: "Odin, you have always misunderstood Owen. In fact, he loves..."

Ding~——

There seems to be some absolutely taboo territory being stepped on.

"Shut up!" Martin's smile suddenly subsided.Just as the mild seabed, which had been sunny just a moment ago, was suddenly covered by dark clouds, it rained heavily in an instant, and the ship's mast swayed.

Martin looked directly at Nona, and stepped forward step by step:

"Many years ago, I was a rotten person. I don't need anyone to lift me up, and I don't need anyone to care about me. Don't use these feelings of compassion that you think to influence me, it will only make me feel sick Ridiculous again!!!”

"Odin," Nona paused for a while, her grief was as real as she sighed, "The old count is right, you are hopeless."

Martin snorted coldly: "Don't use that old man's words to pressure me. He is dead."

"Yes, the old earl is dead." Nona looked up at the sky, the sky was cloudy, and the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, "Owen is also dead, and you are the only one left in the Sade family. I ask you, you happy?"

Martin's green eyes condensed: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know what I mean?"

Nona turned her head and stared at him, her fiery red eyes gradually filled with fiery madness and churning darkness: "Odin, for the sake of our past friendship, I just want to ask you one thing."

Martin kept a cold face and said nothing.

Nona's eyes were blazing, and she stared at Martin, as if she wanted to make a hole in him to pay homage to the soul of her fiancé: "That year, in the battle of Hugang, why did Owen win the victory on our side? Flag, something happened while sweeping the battlefield?"

There have always been rumors in the market that the illegitimate son of the Sade family was ambitious. He not only encouraged his own brother to go to the battlefield, but also colluded with the enemy and set up traps, intending to put his elder brother to death and embezzle huge family property.

Facts also showed that Owen was injured in the battle of Hugang, and there was indeed another hidden story, but Nona asked many times, but Owen always kept silent, making her feel that he was protecting someone.And who else is this, besides the younger brother that Owen has always cared about and mentioned between the lines?

Although the battle of Calcutta was won, the sacrifice of Admiral Owen will always be an indelible pain in the hearts of everyone in the empire and the military.If he hadn't played with an injury at the time, maybe it would have been another ending.

"So, you doubt me?" Martin looked at Nona playfully.

Nona didn't say anything, but her eyes said it all.Those red eyes were filled with disbelief, puzzlement, anger, hatred and many other emotions.

Martin smiled: "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you? Why do you want to ask me again?"

Nona seemed to be trying to make the last effort to be considerate. Her eyes flickered, and her words were dignified and hesitant: "As long as, as long as you say no, I will believe you."

Martin looked at her for a long time, then laughed: "No, I did it."

The curvature of his lips was just right and presumptuous, even in Nona's eyes, it was a bit vengeful and vicious: "I hate him, I wish he would die the year I go back, so that I can enjoy my father's love alone. The only son of the Sade family, isn't he? With the best resources and the best connections, I can inherit all my family business with my head held high..."

The more Martin said, the redder Nona's eyes became, her clenched fists began to tremble, and she finally stepped forward, grabbed Martin's collar, and slapped him hard:

"You wolf-hearted bastard!!"

The incident happened suddenly, and the guards on the side rushed to catch up and pulled Major General Nona away.

Both sides are big shots, and the guards can't afford to offend them, so they just pull them away a few steps to prevent her from going over.

Nona didn't struggle too much, she just looked at Martin and said with grief and indignation:

"It was a mistake for Owen to bring you back!"

Martin paused covering his face with his hands, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.The smile seemed to be unstoppable, until he threw away the umbrella, the raindrops fell on his face, the blond hair was instantly wet and stuck to his cheek, and he couldn't tell whether the man's face was crying or smiling.

"You're right, that was a mistake."

"Wrong. Hahahaha."

"If it wasn't for him, my mother wouldn't have died. It was him. He is the source of all evil!"

Nona looked at Martin like a madman, and finally patted her sleeve in disgust, and said to the attendant, "Let's go."

Martin was left behind in the rain.

He fell to the ground, his clothes soaked through.

"My lord!" The attendant rushed up in panic and helped Martin hold the umbrella.

Martin got up, pushed away the umbrella bearer, and stumbled into the rain.

"My lord!" The attendant chased after him.

"Go away! You are not allowed to follow!!"

A few attendants followed closely behind him, Martin suddenly stopped, thinking that he had some orders, they moved forward one after another, unexpectedly, the man took off the saber around his waist, turned around and pointed at the nearest person Throat, the tone is cold: "Followers, die."

The guard's neck was pressed against the edge of the sword, and the cold iron in his imagination seemed to have pierced his throat, blood flowed out, and the salty smell seemed to permeate the tip of his nose.His body was stiff, his throat rolled, and he replied numbly, "Yes...my lord."

The man walked away slowly under the gaze of everyone.

"I heard Master Sade's swordsmanship was taught by Master Wang." A young guard looked at the man's retreating figure with admiration in his eyes.

"What are you looking at!" The chief guard kicked the little guard resentfully, "Do you want to die? Why don't you go back and report to His Highness Breman!!"

The guards hurried back to the palace.

At the same time, after everyone left, the man in the dark dress of the aristocratic style returned to the tomb again.

His hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, and he looked embarrassed like never before.His handsome and profound facial features have never faded, instead showing a kind of desolate beauty between the pale rain and the indifferent world.

On the day of the Battle of Calcutta, Martin and Owen, the two brothers and sisters who were not used to each other on weekdays, were trapped in the enemy's blockade.The enemy's last indiscriminate explosive attack on the battlefield.

Not knowing when the enemy army would appear again, the two stayed in the trench for a full four hours.

Looking at each other with disgust, but committing to life and death.

The only thing Martin didn't expect was that Owen died in the end, but he survived.

The person who hates every minute and every second, died in front of him, and said "I love you" with a smile on his face.

Martin couldn't tell whether he felt disgust or something else at that moment.

Out of emotion and reason, after Owen brought him back to the manor, he never treated him harshly, and even defended him a lot in front of his strict father.

However, none of this can offset the consequences of Owen taking him out of that place.

Half a year later, he went back again, and the village was like a graveyard.

The dry branches are covered with white streamers, and there is no one left in the dilapidated cottages.

"Perhaps the living people have all moved away." The attendant who accompanied Martin at that time comforted him.

Martin looked back along the route of memory, turned over the ruins full of sundries, the broken furniture that fell all over the street, and the familiar hut stood quietly at the end of the street.

Pushing open the door, the objects inside are as old as before, but no one is there.He searched the whole house and found a small dirt bag in the yard behind the house, with a crooked dirty wooden sign erected on it.

He trotted over, knelt in front of the soil bag, and brushed away the stains with trembling fingers that had become smooth and fair after being pampered for half a year——

The crooked letters were written stroke by stroke in blue and yellow paint: Yali's Tomb.

The 11-year-old child's hands and feet were cold, and he suddenly threw himself on the grave bag and burst into tears.

That tomb, Martin stretched out his hand, slowly slid across the tombstone in front of him, it was not as beautiful as this one, and not many people knew about it.

It was just an ordinary little mound, but a child's childhood was buried.

Martin sat down leaning against the grave, he opened his mouth and said with a smile:

"Brother, to be honest, I am really impressed by how calmly you went to die. Hehe."

"But do you think I'll be grateful to you?"

No.I will forever bury you in the smoke of memory and continue on my way.

From now on, flowers, fine wine, nothing to do with you, I will wear your bright skin and continue to move forward until everything is lost under the wheel of history.

And you, never expect my forgiveness.

Not during life, not even after death.

You bathe in the honor you want, and sleep in the ground forever.

And me, your dearest brother.

I will never shed a single tear for you.