Above The Sky
Chapter 362 - 362 334 The Circle is Really Chaotic 13

362: Chapter 334 The Circle is Really Chaotic (1/3) 362: Chapter 334 The Circle is Really Chaotic (1/3) The red-haired financial officer could see that the Viscount’s smooth reading process had come to a clear halt, his expression turning to one of shock, then to a sudden realization, followed by the frown of someone encountering something strange.

But soon, he continued reading, and his speed increased even more.

“I know you must be feeling confused and incredulous, but that’s just the way it is.

Big brother, I’m sorry for Ely, and Ely and I are also sorry for him.

You border nobles might find it a bit hard to understand, but our relationships here are indeed a bit messy…

That’s the fact, and I don’t want to talk more about it.”

“As long as Yisen Gard loses his inheritance rights, or dies, Klar will be the successor of the family.

Big brother no longer cares about these trivial matters; he has agreed to my terms, which is indeed where I lost to him…

I can’t refuse to let Ely’s child become the head of the family.”

“My friend, Ailes…

if I die and Yisen is still alive…

just let him go” (here the paper showed signs of being smeared with ink; the original writing was ‘kill’).

“No matter what his future is, since I have lost, at least give him a chance to see if he can surpass his torturous fate.”

“My friend…

be cautious of the royal family, beware of Duke of Sorin, and be wary of those lunatics from Lingzhi Academy.

If possible, never return to the Imperial Capital, never!”

“This place has changed; it’s no longer the city of our childhood.”

“I suddenly miss those days, when we would skip classes together, play and sing at Ely’s house, race and fish by the lake…

Decades have passed, yet I have always been nostalgic for the past, never looking forward to the future.”

“I hope your child is healthy.

I probably won’t get to see him born.

Take this as a gift for him; after all, it’s no use to me now.”

Inside the box, there was also a pale blue gem pendant, with the ability to calm the mind and resist the bewitching of Spirit Energy, a quite precious piece of Spirit Energy Jewelry.

Putting down the letter, Viscount Grant was silent for a long time.

“Did Yisen Gard write this after setting out, after talking with me?”

After a long while, under Lamar’s gaze, he sighed wearily, “Is it because I had a child that you didn’t want to involve me?”

“Pat…

you really are a…”

“Halfwit.”

After a moment of silence, the Viscount shook his head: “Forget it, let it be, huh…”

He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his emotions.

“A child with Ely, you…

what the hell do the Imperial Capital people do all the time?!”

But obviously, this method of suppressing emotions was not suitable for Viscount Grant; he couldn’t hold back and began to grit his teeth and curse, slamming the table: “Waste, waste!

While I was fighting to the death with the natives at South Ridge, you were playing court melodramas in the Imperial Capital?

Why didn’t you die farther away, why did you have to come here to die?!”

“I told Velder long ago to stay away from Afrina.

That foolish woman isn’t dangerous by herself, but behind her is the royal family—not like the Former Emperor, how could someone like Axel even get close?

You play mind games with the emperor and don’t fear dying without a place to be buried?”

“All idiots!

I said none of you were smart, Velder is also a scumbag who can’t control his lower half, you are all a bunch of imbeciles!”

After yelling loudly, he lay exhausted in his seat, and Viscount Grant calmed down a little.

Then he turned his head, his expression serene, and said slowly to Lamar, whose eyes showed concern: “It’s fine, we won’t get involved in this…

The one thing Patrick did do right as a friend, he didn’t drag us in.”

Having finished speaking, he paused, as if he wanted to say something more.

But in the end, Ailes just choked up, covered his eyes with his arm, and lay back in his seat.

“I don’t want to hear anything…

please…

just let me have some peace…”

he whispered softly.

“My lord…”

Lamar sighed softly, stepped forward, and gently pressed his hand against the Viscount’s ears.

Meanwhile,

within the quiet room of the Platinum Iridium Workshop.

The white-haired youth was patiently explaining the ins and outs of the situation to his peer—at least the ins and outs as he deduced them.

“That’s roughly the gist of it,”

Ian said, showing his hand-drawn relationship chart to the baffled blond youth: “I originally thought Viscount Grant’s life was pretty messy, but it turns out you guys lead an even wilder one.”

Yisen Gard, however, seemed to have suffered a great mental blow, his expression dazed, his gaze scattered, utterly out of sorts.

Facing the reality laid out before him by Ian, the youth murmured in confusion, “Well, it’s not too bad.

Uncle Ailes is rather pure-hearted by noble standards…

I just never imagined something like this would happen to my own parents…”

Shaking his head, Yisen Gard still found it somewhat unbelievable.

He lifted his head to look at Ian, his eyes pleading for help: “Ian…is it true?

Is Klar really my uncle’s child?”

“And my father promised my uncle that, if he killed me, he would let Klar take over as the head of the family?”

“You’ve summarized it quite well,” Ian said, unmercifully facing the blond youth’s imploring gaze.

He raised the teacup beside him and took a sip of the white leaf tea that could invigorate the spirit and quench thirst.

Then, putting down the cup, Ian picked up the pen again, patiently drawing guiding lines for Yisen Gard: “According to what Patrick told me before he died, back in the day he, Ely, the Viscount, and your father, Marquis Velder, were childhood friends.

I’m not quite sure about the Viscount, since I don’t know if Ely has red hair, but both your father and your uncle were fond of that noble lady.”

“Your uncle probably gave up, just like he gave up on competing for the head of the family.

So it was your father who married Ely, but clearly, your father was also one who couldn’t control his lower half, and your illegitimate elder brother is proof of that.

Lady Elly probably wasn’t very happy, and your uncle…

well, ninety-nine out of a hundred such noble tragedy novels unfold this way.

That’s about the size of it.”

“And next, because of Axel’s plan, they needed the bloodline of the Ellen Family, and due to an ‘accident,’ Lady Elly died—I guess Marquis Velder is consumed with guilt, believing he failed to protect his wife.

He even feels he betrayed your uncle and your brother, despite your uncle and his wife having an affair, and your brother not even being his child.”

Hearing this, Ian glanced at Yisen Gard to ensure he was still holding up before he continued slowly, “As for you…

it might sound a bit cruel.”

“Yisen, your father…

probably despises you.”

“He hates your mother and you, because it was indeed because of the royal family’s plan, your mother’s obsession with Marquis Velder, and your very existence, that led to Lady Elly’s death.”

These words were hurtful, but after all, they had to be said.

If left unspoken, the undercurrents would remain obscured.

“No wonder my father has never spent a festival with me…” The blond youth seemed to gain clarity unexpectedly, murmuring to himself, “I thought it was because I was too far away in the Imperial Capital, and he couldn’t make it from the Northern Territory…”

—What a joke.

That’s what Ian thought.

A Fourth Energy Level powerhouse couldn’t make the trip?

At the Second Energy Level, one could propel the Fairy Wings to reach speeds of up to two to three hundred meters per second.

With Aether Armament at the Fourth Level, one could become a ballistic missile traveling at supersonic speeds and reach the target area in minutes; was there really any excuse for not being able to come?

He didn’t believe Yisen hadn’t thought of this, but guessed the latter had always made excuses not to seriously consider it.

As for Patrick, even though he knew Yisen’s existence and his mother were the root cause of it all, he also knew that Afrina herself was a ‘foolish woman,’ incapable of orchestrating the assassination of another lady to marry the Marquis of Ellen…

And Yisen Gard himself was even more innocent.

Therefore, Patrick actually felt pity for Yisen Gard’s predicament, and when he approached Yisen Gard to collect intelligence related to Axel’s plan, he subconsciously took care of the latter.

So much so that for many years, he played the role akin to a father for the blond youth.

This indecisive noble was just as lackluster in his cruelty.