Chapter 233： Night talk

The dinner at Fengdie Fort ended at eight o'clock.

Back at the residence, Vera took off her high heels and said to her husband:

"Colin, Mrs. Grace told me just now that Earl Morrison wanted to marry Cousin Nina and wanted me to help."

Colin laughed out on the spot-it really made Bachelor Dawn guess it.

The Morrison family really does not marry Saint Hild!

Is this a perverted obsession, a family tradition that can't be abandoned, or... don't have a plan?

Colin didn't know this so-called Nina St. Hild, but a collateral woman, even if she was also named St. Hild, shouldn't let a true earl pursue assiduously.

"How can you help? Now that the Duke of St. Hild has just died, the position of head of the family is vacant. Earl Morrison just wants to marry Cousin Nina, but he can't find the person to be the master."

Vera was sitting in front of the dressing table, removing the sapphire earrings, and said:

"Well, Mrs. Grace knows this too. She said that this matter is not in a hurry. After the Northern Rebellion has subsided and the dust of the Duke of the Northern Territory is settled, we will talk about Earl Morrison's marriage."

Colin watched Vera undress her long skirt, revealing her waist and her long, slender legs, and said with a smile:

"As to who will inherit the title of Duke of the North, did Mrs. Grace tell you anything?"

It seemed that it was Colin's scorching gaze that made Vera's face slightly red. She looked back at the man, changed her silk pajamas quickly, and shook her head:

"No. But shouldn't Joyce inherit the seat of duke?"

Colin looked at the ignorant wife, and suddenly realized that he should also have a frank talk with her, otherwise she would never have thought that she could also fight for the Duke of the North.

"Joyce is not the Marquis of the North, how can he say'should'?"

Vera was obviously stunned: "But according to the order of succession, Joyce is indeed at the top of the list now."

Colin untied the bow tie, threw it on the table, then walked to Vera, motioned to her to take off her dress, and said:

"But Joyce is only ten years old after all. Do you think it is appropriate for such a child to become the lord of the North?"

Vera unbuttoned the buttons on Colin's chest and looked up at the man's eyes questioningly: "What's the problem? There is no minimum age limit for the lord in the rule of lord."

Colin shook his head: "I'm not questioning Joyce's succession qualifications, but worrying, is such an immature child really capable of dealing with the current chaos in the North?"

Upon hearing this, Vera couldn't help frowning, her hand movement stopped, and she seemed to feel that it was indeed inappropriate to let her ten-year-old brother take on such a heavy responsibility.

"Then...who do you think can take on such a heavy responsibility?" Vera's tone trembled. Obviously, she also realized what Colin wanted to say.

"I think you can!" Colin said solemnly, looking at his wife with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to pass on this firmness.

"I..." Vera's eyes flinched, her hands tightly clutching her husband's shirt, and she said in an unconfident tone, "I... can I?"

"Of course!" Colin hugged Vera into his arms, kissed her cold forehead gently, and said solemnly, "In my opinion, a qualified Northern Territory master should have justice and kindness. , Compassion, tenacity, and you have all of these!"

"I..." Vera pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "but I don't know how to govern the territory..."

"That's all secondary." Colin waved his hand and looked confident. "Politics, you can ask Daoen Bachelor for advice. He is very familiar with how to manage the northern border.

And in the military..."

Colin gave a thumbs up, gestured to himself, and said confidently: "You can trust your husband! Whether it's the Eastern Territory or the troll, I can easily handle it. As for the traitor now entrenched in the Northern Territory. The military forces are not to be feared at all!"

Seeing the appearance of her husband's ass, Vera smiled, and the panic and nervousness that had previously faded a lot.

She stretched out a hand and stroked Colin's chest with her fingers circled in front of Colin's chest, and said with bright eyes: "Yes! My husband is now the hero who killed the Troll Emperor by himself! "

Colin laughed and caught the red lips of his sweet wife, and then a deep French kiss came, and then asked: "How about? Are you confident of becoming the Lord of the North?"

Vera lay on Colin's chest and did not speak.

Upon seeing this, Colin spoke again: "If you don't take the initiative to take on this important task, will you not be afraid that Joyce's immature shoulders will be overwhelmed by this burden?"

Think about it, can the mind of a ten-year-old child really cope with the situation in the north today? "

Vera was silent for a long while, and finally raised her head. The confusion in her eyes finally disappeared. Instead, she was determined to sacrifice herself for selflessness.

"Well, if everyone thinks that I should inherit the title of Duke, then I will never refuse!"

Colin finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is what a real Saint Hild should be responsible for!"

There was a blush on Vera's face, and her tone became a little unconfident again:

"But I may not be able to inherit the title of Duke. Joyce's inheritance rights should take precedence over me, not to mention the advice of His Majesty the Emperor and the Senate."

"You don't have to worry about this." Colin said confidently.

Seeing Vera's suspicious look, he had no choice but to haha: "I believe that His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Senate will make the right choice. Now you are the leader that the Northern Territory really needs."

"Colin, you are overestimating me..." Vera stuck out her tongue, and then seemed to remember something, suddenly her eyes lit up and suggested, "You said, if Uncle Garcia is allowed to be the Duke of the North, yes Isn't it better?"

"Marquis Garcia?" Clin frowned suddenly.

If there is no Vera card, then Colin would definitely consider Marquis Garcia.

However, if there is a chance to become the husband of a duke, how could Colin be willing to be only the son-in-law of a duke?

Although the Marquis of Garcia was indeed kind to Colin, Colin would rather redeem the Marquis of Garcia and serve him deliciously.

Colin didn't want to ask for trouble to get a new mountain just after sending away a mountain that was pressing on top of his head.

"As long as the Duke of St. Hilde has a son and an adopted daughter to choose from, the Senate will not agree to let the Marquis Garcia inherit the title of Duke of the North.

What's more, the people in the north may find it difficult to accept a duke who was once a prisoner of the east.

No matter what brilliant record he has achieved before, the shame of Shadow Canyon...I am afraid that he will accompany the Marquis of Garcia for a lifetime. "

Upon hearing Colin's words, Vera nodded in disappointment.

"Okay, don't think too much about it." Colin pecked his wife's cheek. "It is enough to be mentally prepared to take on this important task. The other is left to the emperor and the Senate to decide."

"Okay." Vera nodded obediently, and gave Colin a goodnight kiss.

The two immediately turned off the magic lights and went to bed to rest.

The sky outside the window was thin with stars, and only a crescent moon hung high above the treetops, casting a faint cold light.

After midnight, there were no lighted windows in Fengdie Castle, only a little light on the promenade and in the sentry pavilion.

The faint owl's call came from far away, making this quiet night more peaceful.

"Vera? Vera?" Colin yelled several times in his wife's ear. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, he quietly got up, put on casual clothes, and jumped down from the window.

The air was filled with the fresh and elegant fragrance of tulips, and there was a hint of **** smell.