Chapter 219： Banquet disturbance

Duke Ferdinand, are you going to announce your heir?

Everyone was surprised when they heard it, but when they thought about it carefully, it was indeed time. Originally, the heir of an aristocrat was his eldest son by default, unless something happened, there was no need to declare it to the outside world.

But the Duke is different, he doesn't have a son, and now his body is a bit unable to hold on, so it is reasonable for him to take advantage of today's occasion to announce the heir.

Who will be that lucky one?

The biggest possibility is Viscount Henry, after all, he is the eldest brother of the Duke.

Viscount Henry has lived directly in Center City recently, serving the Duke inside and out, and frequently communicating with the lords. It seems that he is bound to win the position of Duke.

However, it is not 100% sure that this son will belong to him. Speaking of which, Viscount Henry and the Duke cannot be said to be brothers, because they were not born by the same mother.

When the Duke was only the heir of the Duke, the position belonged to him as a matter of course, 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 to the brothers.

Although there were many twists and turns, the Duke still inherited the title. I don't know whether he was thinking about his brotherhood or wanting to show his generosity to the outside world. Duke Ferdinand did not pursue his younger brother, and even granted him a Viscount.

Since then, Viscount Henry has also become honest, but recently his mind has obviously become active again.

But who knows whether Duke Ferdinand still minds what he did back then? The title may also fall into the hands of its collateral.

While thinking about it, everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the Duke's next words.

Whoever the duke chose as his heir would have to be courted after the banquet. No, I have to go over to toast him later.

At this moment, only Maltz Kent was extremely calm. He held a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The wine that usually tastes boring suddenly feels extremely mellow today.

The "boy" next to the earl stared at the duke sitting on the throne without blinking his eyes.

"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 anxiously, waiting for his brother to say his name.

From his point of view, he is probably... no, 100% stable. After all, he has been cautious over the years, repairing the relationship between the two brothers little by little, and judging from the attitude of the eldest brother towards him, he has not shown any concern for the past. As long as the eldest brother doesn't mind, then traditionally, he is definitely his heir.

"Malts Kent!"

In an instant, all the sounds in the hall stopped abruptly, not even the sound of everyone's breathing.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a "huh", and all the guests exploded.

"The Earl of Kent... is the Duke's heir?"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be the Earl of Kent."

There was a lot of discussion, and everyone felt incredible about the Duke's choice.

Especially the members of the several collateral branches of the Ferdinand family, with dumbfounded expressions on their faces, even if it is not their turn to be the duke, they shouldn't be thrown so far, right?

Speaking of which, the Kent family and the Ferdinand family do have some blood relationship, and they can be regarded as the same lineage, but which generation is it all about?

"Viscount Henry? Viscount Henry?"

The people around Henry noticed that the Viscount was motionless, and quickly patted him on the back.

Alas, I'm afraid the Duke's eldest brother was the one who was hit the hardest, and everyone was full of sympathy for him.

Henry came to his senses, but his expression was still blank. He turned his head and asked the people around him, "What did my brother just say?"

Although Duke Ferdinand spoke intermittently just now, he spoke clearly, ensuring that everyone in the hall could hear him.

Viscount Henry obviously didn't hear it, but couldn't believe his brother's words.

"Uh... Lord Viscount, your brother..."

The person being asked is embarrassed, how should he answer this?

"My brother... what did he just say?"

The Viscount asked again, but his tone had become bad, and veins appeared on his temples.

The person who was asked was frightened, and quickly replied: "My lord said... My lord said that he has decided to make Count Maltz Kent the heir."

"Do not!"

A loud roar resounded in the hall, attracting the guests to pay attention here.

"No! It's not true!"

Viscount Henry's face was full of madness. After confirming the cruel reality from others, he really couldn't accept it and yelled out.

He pushed down the table in front of him, and the food and wine splashed all over the floor.

Henry rushed to the main seat, holding his brother's left and right shoulders with both hands and shaking vigorously.

"Brother! My brother! Tell me it's not true. How could you choose someone with a different surname to be the heir?"

Seeing his brother in a daze, he shook even more vigorously.

"You talk! You talk!"

With Henry taking the lead, other members of the Ferdinand family also gathered around and raised their own doubts.

"That's right, my lord, even if you don't choose Viscount Henry, you can't pass it on to outsiders!"

"Take back the chaos just now, you are the patriarch, you have to think about the family."

"You have to think carefully, this title is passed down from your ancestors."

The guests in the room were at a loss, watching the family strife and wondering whether they should get involved.

"enough!"

Duke Ferdinand suddenly broke out. He was sick and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed his younger brother away.

Viscount Henry stepped back. There was a table behind him. He stumbled and the table fell, and the utensils and food on it were scattered all over the floor.

The Duke pointed at him, and said with a grim face: "Do you think I have forgotten all the **** things you did back then? Want to write it off? Hehe, it's a good idea!"

"me…"

Viscount Henry was speechless, his hand was stabbed severely by the fragment of the broken glass, and the severe pain woke him up from his madness.

After so many years, I didn't expect that my brother still didn't forgive him in his heart. Is the brotherhood in the weekdays all fake?

This is his second blow today.

Duke Ferdinand suddenly regained his former majesty and momentum, and shouted: "Come on!"

Footsteps sounded, and a large group of armed guards ran into the hall.

"Put this **** to me in the dungeon! Shut him up to... yes, put him in the deepest and darkest cell."

"Yes!"

Viscount Henry's face was ashen, and he did not resist, allowing the guards to drag him out.

Duke Ferdinand spat at him: "Hmph! If you don't know how to be grateful, you are still wishful thinking, go to hell!"

Then, he looked around and focused on the few clansmen who surrounded him.

"Now, does anyone have any objections?"