Why it never ends

Chapter 939 Ambition

Before Hesta could finish his words, Eucalyptus and Rico started laughing.

"What?" She looked at them.

"...It's really being discussed everywhere. We just asked Lady Fatima about this," Rico said. "This man is the emperor's tutor, you know that?"

"I just heard an old lady over there talking about it."

"He was originally the illegitimate son of a general here—"

"General Schiller?" Hesta added.

"Yes, this Schiller and his wife had four sons. He was a royalist himself, but who would have thought that his children would grow up to be liberals," Rico suppressed his laughter. "In a fit of rage, he published an announcement in the newspaper to sever ties with his four sons. Less than a month later, he died of a stroke, without even leaving a will.

"In theory, his estate should have been inherited by his sons. But guess what? Because he had severed ties with his sons, they couldn't inherit their father's estate directly. They had to do a paternity test first and then become legal heirs based on their blood relationship. But when the results came out, they were all dumbfounded. None of the four children were the old general's biological children. His only flesh and blood was the illegitimate son, Kovicik, who had been living away from home and whom he didn't think highly of."

Hesta was thoughtful - no wonder the old lady just now emphasized the bloodline of Kovicik.

"In the end, this Kovicik got most of the old general's property. His sons are still appealing to try to get some of the property back." Rico's tone was always full of a busybody's smile. "I feel that Lady Fatima doesn't like this man very much. At least, she doesn't agree with him being her daughter's fiancé, but she can't do anything about it."

Eucalyptus looked at the sisters of the Trion family from afar and said, "I don't understand. They are not daughters of poor families. They are only fifteen years old and they are going to get engaged?"

Rico and Hesta also looked over, neither of them said anything.

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At night, it started to drizzle, and the dance moved from the outdoors to the indoors. Young people don't like to talk about politics, and they hate those elders who always like to preach to them, so they rarely go to where their parents are. Once they have to pass by here, they will inevitably be tripped by familiar elders to greet, which is one of the social etiquettes they hate the most.

Hesta and the others sat next to Lady Fatima, and Baron Trion sat opposite them. During the meal, Trion had been thinking about how to take a photo with Eucalyptus later - the action had to be quick, so that the other party could not refuse; the process had to be natural, so as not to offend or make the other party unhappy; and it couldn't make too much noise, because the other party had clearly expressed that he didn't want his identity to be announced too early.

However, Trion was quite relieved that, even though he hadn't said anything yet, several people had come to him privately to ask if the Hesta man who suddenly appeared at the ball was related to the incoming inspector. Trion didn't answer directly, but just smiled a mysterious smile, leaving the other party to imagine alone.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Kovicik still hadn't shown up. It looked like he wouldn't come tonight. Trion was a little unhappy, but when he thought of the promise old Irene had made to him tonight, he secretly began to look forward to it.

He was already over fifty years old. As a man born in the third district of the twelfth district, his business was huge. He started out by planting coffee, and later plunged into the craze of gold and ruby ​​mines. These two businesses brought him rich returns, making him jump from a poor boy with no money to a hot tycoon in the local area - look at who the guests attending his daughter's fifteenth birthday are tonight! Thinking of this, he drank several glasses of wine with great pride.

  If there is anything that makes him dissatisfied, there are only two things. First, his current title is really not commensurate with his status. Since he tried his best to get close to the old Governor Arevalo, he has donated a large sum of money to the royal family of the third district every year, hoping that the royal family will think of him when awarding honors every year. He longs for the day when people can respectfully call him "Duke" or "Count" when they see him. However, more than ten years have passed, and the royal family of the third district seems to have never noticed this pious heart floating in a foreign district.

A few years ago, he suddenly realized that his efforts in this matter seemed to be a bit far-fetched - District 3 has a royal family, so does District 12 have one? Anyway, it's just a noble title for others to hear, so it doesn't matter which royal family conferred it. However, although the royal family of District 12 has long been a vassal of the coalition government, these people are more difficult to approach than the nobles of District 3 - precisely because birth and bloodline have become the only bargaining chips in their hands, they value these qualities more than anyone else. People like Trion, who carry the dual labels of outsider and nouveau riche, are almost impossible to enter their eyes.

Just when Trion was feeling a little discouraged, Kovicik suddenly appeared. This guy had a similar lower class background as him, and he had a lot of say around the young emperor. So Trion began to deliberately match his youngest daughter with him. He thought that if he became the father-in-law of this young tutor, then promotion would be a sure thing.

However, recently Kovicik has been somewhat distant towards Chloe, which not only makes the young girl who has just fallen in love feel painful, but also makes Trion himself frightened.

The second thing is that he has not yet been able to train a desired heir. Trion and his deceased wife have two sons, both of whom are currently living in the Third District. He once placed high hopes on these two sons and spent a lot of money to send them to the Third District to study. However, as soon as these two sons left him, they indulged in sensual pleasures. In the Third District, they learned nothing except spending money like water. Trion hated the Third District for corrupting his two children, but he had no way to deal with it. Now he can only set aside a sum of living expenses every year to support the two ancestors who always complained to him about being poor, and turn his attention back to the daughters around him.

Fatima disciplined them very well, and whenever he traveled with his daughters, he felt that he was no different from the real nobles. He even felt that his daughters were more elegant and more beautiful.

At this moment, Trion returned to reality. He looked at Eucalyptus who was sitting opposite him, and a new ambition emerged in his heart. In this game that took place in District 12, he planned his own trump card, and now his top priority was to protect her.