Chetlow Manor

The innocent and injured easel in this farce was Albert, the youngest son of a businessman.Usually, he doesn't have much sense of presence in the academy, unlike Moen, but his status makes those gentlemen boys disdain to associate with him.

"No, no, no need to apologize, it really doesn't matter." The boy shrank back, his face was still a little baby fat, and a few freckles made him look younger than he actually was.

Moen looked at the messy floor, the overturned paint and the scattered canvases, feeling a little embarrassed: "I will compensate you for these later at the price, you don't have to refuse, this is our matter that affects you. Since that Laurentius is so unreasonable, I should be the one to compensate." Oil paints are still very expensive, perhaps for an ordinary businessman, the tuition fee of this academy is already high enough, adding so many things can only It is an added burden.

Albert lowered his head, hesitated, but finally accepted: "Then, thank you very much, Lord Lanson."

He knew Moen's identity, oh no, maybe for a family like his, neither a noble gentleman nor a rich tycoon, just an ordinary businessman's family, it seems a bit too... special in this college.So he had to lower his sense of existence, and at the same time understand which people he couldn't mess with.

Before Moen came to this school, Laurentius was the highest among the few noble children in the entire academy.In recent years, the vigorous development of nautical sports and the continuous expansion of colonies have given those navigators a chance to stand up. The family of Laurentius has jumped from the pirate business in the early years to become an admiral at sea. His father took the title of viscount.

Laurentius's family, on the other hand, still carries on with rougher traditions, including the tattoo of the family totem behind Laurentius's ear that Morne saw.Because of this, Laurentius has an uninhibited personality and perverse behavior.Of course, these are two words for Mo En, childish.

It is also the title of viscount. Although the Lanson family has been declining in recent years, it is still a traditional family. The rules and styles passed down from many generations make Moen and Laurentius very different in character.

Yes, while Moen disliked Laurentius' childishness, Laurentie obviously also expressed disdain for Moen's identity.

"Hmph, it's just the unwanted son of the Lanson Mansion." Laurenti sat lazily on the soft chair, playing with the peacock quill in his hand.

The attendant he brought stood opposite respectfully, lowered his head, and reported: "As far as I know, the situation is like this, young master. The inheritance right of the Lanson family has always been with his sister, and a few days ago... The attendant lowered his voice, "I heard that the young master of the Lanson family has been found."

Laurendi paused as he turned his pen: "Oh? The Lanson family... If I remember correctly, didn't the young master of their family die young?"

"Having said that, young master, people in the upper class always like to tell lies to cover up the truth. You know, those traditional old-fashioned families are even more so."

"What is the truth?"

"This..." The attendant couldn't answer, "I didn't understand these, young master."

Laurendi raised the corners of his mouth, looking full of interest: "I heard that this kid's admission to Feiber was directly made by the upper echelons of the academy."

"Yes, it is the order of His Royal Highness the Duke."

"Ohiris Suwden? Oh, his name has been on my ears too many times lately," Laurenti said. Said the name, you know, as loud as those sparrows!"

"Wait a minute." Laurenti seemed to suddenly think of something, "Oh, I heard that this wise His Royal Highness the Duke brought a boy with him at the ball a while ago... This is really a Great discovery." Laurentius laughed a few times, "Interesting, very interesting."

"You shouldn't have done this." Albert twirled his fingers uneasily.

Just when Moen sent someone to bring over a brand new easel and a series of expensive painting materials, the usually meek boy finally took the initiative to speak the first words to Moen.

Moen was a little puzzled: "What?"

"You know...Laurentius and his group are used to being comfortable in the studio. In fact, it's good to be patient."

"Zenren?" Moen frowned, looking at this sheep-like boy, a little angry, "Although I don't expect you to have any chivalry, boy, after all, you also like art from the bottom of your heart, don't you?" He has seen Albert's paintings. Although he can't say that he is very talented, he is definitely attentive.

"Yes, my lord."

"Then you should be able to understand my original intention!"

"I..." Albert's voice trailed off, "Laurentius is likely to be the heir to the viscount in the future, and his family... is as unreasonable as him, my lord, I'm just afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? I'm also the son of the Viscount!" As soon as the words came out, Moen realized that something was wrong. Facing Albert's cautious gaze, he turned his eyes away, "In short, apart from the title of nobleman, he is just a A bastard who lacks a tutor."

Albert's persuasion did not have any effect. Moen couldn't let go of the breath in his heart. He would never admit that it had something to do with being an abandoned son of the Lanson family, but he just felt that after letting go of the family's blood After the honor, he still has to be a gentleman and a brave man.

Although he was disgusted in his heart, Moen tried his best not to take the initiative to cause trouble, on the one hand because of his upbringing, and on the other hand, because with him alone, there was really no way to deal with the small gangs of noble children.

Laurentius was seldom in the studio, and when he was gone, the rest of the boys were more restrained, which made Maughan feel a little more comfortable.

Covering the canvas carefully, Erics put away the pens and paints Moen had used.When this painting is finished, it must be amazing. Erics admires Moen's half-finished painting with satisfaction. It is a vast field in France in the morning, with high mountains in the distance, surrounded by deserted mist, and a vine in the foreground. A ray of sunlight breaks through the thick clouds and shines on the delicate buds of the vines.

Although there are still some details that have not been completed, it can already be judged from the prototype that this is definitely a masterpiece.

After completing the day's tasks, Moen moved his slightly stiff neck, but he was in a good mood, but fell down the moment his eyes glanced at the door of the studio.

It was Laurentius, with a cigar dangling from his mouth, dressed casually, which seemed very contrary to his noble status.Just watching, Moen already felt a little irritable.

After everything was packed, Moen walked straight to the door, raised his chin slightly, and didn't want to look at Laurendi at all, oh, please don't talk about politeness, politeness is always reserved for gentlemen and ladies .

Changing direction several times towards the door, Laurentius stood in his way deliberately.Mo En lost his patience and asked, "What can you do?"

"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry." Laurenti blew the smoke from the cigar onto Mo En's face, causing Mo En to cough twice.

"For God's sake!" Moen gritted his teeth, trying to restrain his urge to argue with such an unreasonable person, "Listen, I don't want to conflict with you, now, get out of the door."

"Don't be so anxious, my friend, why don't you know that I'm not here to reconcile."

"No, I'm going back to my room."

"Go back to the room? Little virgin, your life is so monotonous, why don't you come and learn more with me?" Laurentius took his shoulders and leaned closer and said, "Oh, I remembered, maybe it was me I have wronged you..."

"The Duke of Hutton's boy, how can he be a little virgin!" He stepped back and laughed loudly.