Duke Ferdinand, are you going to announce the heir?
Everyone was surprised when they heard it, but when they thought about it more carefully, it was indeed the right time. Originally, the heir of a noble was his eldest son by default. Unless something unexpected happened, there was no need to deliberately announce it to the outside world.
But Duke is different. He doesn't have a son, and his body is a little weak now. So, it makes sense that he would take advantage of today's occasion to announce the heir.
Who will be the lucky one? The most likely one is Viscount Henry. After all, he is the eldest brother of Duke.
Viscount Henry has recently settled in Cent City, serving Duke inside and outside, and frequently communicating with various lords. It seems that he is destined to win the position of Duke.
However, this position is not 100% certain to belong to him. Speaking of which, Viscount Henry and Duke cannot be said to be brothers because they were not born from the same mother.
When Duke was just the heir to the duke, this position naturally belonged to him, but this Viscount Henry has been a dishonest person since he was a child. After the previous generation Duke Ferdinand died of illness, some unpleasant things happened between the two brothers.
Although many twists and turns occurred, Duke still inherited the title. I don't know whether it was out of brotherhood or to show his generosity to the outside world. Duke Ferdinand did not pursue his younger brother and gave him the title Viscount Territory.
Viscount Henry has become more honest since then, but recently his mind has obviously become more active again.
But who knows if Duke Ferdinand still minds what he did back then? The title may also fall into the hands of his descendants.
While everyone was thinking about it, they held their breath and waited quietly for the Duke's next words.
No matter who the Duke chooses to be his heir, there will be a lot of fawning after the banquet. No, I have to go over and toast him later.
At this time, only Maltz Kent was extremely calm. He was holding a glass of wine and sipping it slowly with a sneer on his lips.
The wine that usually tastes bland suddenly feels mellow again today.
The "boy" beside the count stared at Duke on the main seat without blinking an eye.
"I... I... decided..."
Who is it? Is it Viscount Henry? Most people were guessing it was him.
"The heir is..."
Henry himself opened his eyes wide and was extremely anxious, waiting for his brother to say his name.
In his opinion, he is 90% sure... no, 100% sure. After all, he has been cautious and cautious over the years, repairing the relationship between the two brothers bit by bit, and judging from the eldest brother's attitude towards him, he has not shown any concern for the past. As long as the eldest brother doesn't mind, then traditionally speaking, I will definitely be his heir.
"Maltz Kent!"
In an instant, all the sounds in the hall stopped abruptly, including everyone's breathing.
After a few seconds of silence, there was a "boo" sound, and the guests all exploded.
"Earl Kent... is the duke's heir?"
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be Earl Kent."
There was a lot of discussion, and everyone was surprised by the Duke's choice.
Especially the members of the Ferdinand Family, whose faces were dumbfounded. Even if they didn't get the title of duke, they wouldn't be thrown away so far, right? Speaking of which, Kent Family and Ferdinand Family do have some blood connections, and they can be considered to be of the same blood, but which generation are they all from?
"Viscount Henry? Viscount Henry?"
Henry The people around him noticed that Master Viscount was motionless and quickly patted him on the back.
Alas, I am afraid that the one who suffered the biggest blow was the Duke's eldest brother. Everyone was full of sympathy for him.
Henry reacted, but his expression was still blank. He turned around and asked the person next to him, "What did my brother just say?"
Duke Ferdinand Although he spoke intermittently just now, he spoke very clearly, ensuring that everyone in the hall could hear him.
Viscount Henry It's obviously not that he didn't hear it, but that he couldn't believe what his brother said.
"Uh... Master Viscount, your brother..."
The person being asked looked embarrassed. How should he answer this? "My brother... what did you say just now?"
Viscount asked again, but his tone had become unkind and veins appeared on his temples.
The person who was asked was frightened and quickly replied, "Duke said... Duke said that he decided to make Count Maltz Kent the heir."
"No!"
A loud roar sounded in the hall, causing the guests to look this way.
"No! This isn't true!"
Viscount Henry had a look of madness on his face. After confirming the cruel reality from others, he couldn't accept it anymore and yelled out.
He pushed down the table in front of him, and food and drinks were scattered all over the floor.
Henry rushed to the main position, held his brother's left and right shoulders with both hands and shook them vigorously.
"Brother! My brother! Tell me this is not true. How could you choose a person with a foreign surname to be your heir?"
Seeing that his brother was in a daze, he swayed even more vigorously.
"You are talking! You are talking!"
With Henry taking the lead, other members of the Ferdinand Family also gathered around and voiced their own doubts.
"Yes, Duke, even if you don't choose Viscount Henry, you can't pass it on to outsiders!"
"Take back the chaos you just made. You are the leader of the clan and you have to consider the family."
"You must consider it carefully. This title is passed down from our ancestors."
The guests in the room were at a loss. Looking at the family Internal Strife, they didn't know whether they should get involved or not.
"Enough!"
Duke Ferdinand suddenly broke out. He was so sick that he didn't know where he got the strength to push his brother away.
Viscount Henry stepped back. Behind him was the table. He tripped and the table fell over. The utensils and food on it were scattered all over the floor.
The Duke pointed at him and said with a ferocious face, "Do you think I have forgotten all the bad things you did back then? Do you want to write them off? Hum, that's a good idea!"
"I... I..."
Viscount Henry was speechless. His hand was pricked severely by the fragments of the broken glass. The severe pain woke him up from madness.
After so many years, I didn't expect that my brother still hasn't forgiven him in his heart. Is the brotherly love in daily life just an act?
This was the second blow he received today.
Duke Ferdinand suddenly regained his previous majesty and momentum and shouted, "Come here!"
Footsteps sounded, and a large number of armed guards ran into the hall.
"Put this bastard in the dungeon for me! Lock him up until... yes, lock him up in the deepest, darkest cell."
"Yes!"
Viscount Henry's face was ashen, he didn't resist, and allowed the guards to drag him out.
Duke Ferdinand spat at him. "Humph! If you don't know how to be grateful, and you still have wishful thinking, go to hell!"
Then, he looked around and focused on the tribesmen who were surrounding him.
"Now, does anyone have any objections?"