"I plan to send Sean to Windsor Castle for the family head to teach him for a few years. What do you think?" Simon turned to his eldest son, Galak, and spoke in a deep voice.
Galak glanced at his second son and said, "Father, let's do as you say. Sean will need to inherit both your and my family affairs in the future. Being closer to the family head's branch will benefit him as well."
"Sean, what do you think?" Simon turned to look at his grandson and asked seriously.
The young boy's face was still childish, but his expression was firm. "Grandfather, Father, I'm willing."
"Good lad, you've got ambition. When you go to Windsor Castle, don't disgrace your second uncle." Milan Ex draped an arm around the boy's shoulders, a broad smile on his face.
Compared to his grandfather and father, Sean was much closer to his second uncle, Milan.
"Alright, the banquet is about to begin. Milan, Galak and I have matters to attend to. Sean and Amanda will be left in your care."
"No problem, Father," Milan replied carelessly.
Amanda, the young girl beside them, curled her lips in dissatisfaction at her grandfather's words, but she did not object on the spot.
At the front of the Silver Luo Grand Hall, Angus brought Velin over. After greeting several familiar marquises nearby, he remained where he was and waited for Commander Sirid's speech.
Standing beside his father, Velin looked around and discovered that among the younger generation following the other marquises, he only recognized Sigrid Rodenert. Everyone else was unfamiliar.
Suddenly, a young man turned around and met Velin's gaze.
Seeing this, Velin could only smile apologetically. The other party did not pursue the matter and merely smiled it off.
Soon afterward, Commander Sirid stepped onto