Why it never ends

Chapter 979: Title

"Where are Eleven and Qiqi?"

"Play over there." Rico pointed in the direction of the garden.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Li Ge picked up the phone, "I'll call you when you come back."

"Let me do it!" Eucalyptus put down his schoolbag, "Let's have something delicious today--"

Rico sat up from the sofa and Hesta turned around. They both looked at Eucalyptus, who seemed very energetic, and were a little curious.

"Wait until the weekend?" Hesta walked over, "Eucaly, I have something to tell you..."

Eucalyptus was startled, looking at the slightly depressed expression on Hesta's face, and an ominous premonition emerged: "Is it a bad thing?"

Hesta nodded.

Eucalyptus took a deep breath and his eyes became serious: "…Is it related to me?"

"It's related to all of us," Hesta said. "Eleven was expelled from the new school because she talked in class, skipped classes, and threw slugs into the teacher's locker... Eucalyptus?"

Eucalyptus stood there for a moment, and it took several seconds for him to react.

"What's wrong with you?" Hesta took a few steps closer. "It seemed like something was wrong with you just now. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just..." Eucalyptus laughed and covered her face with her hands. "It's okay, we can find a new school."

Li Ge also stood up from the sofa: "Are you really okay?"

"Let's take some time off this weekend to go shopping for ingredients and then go home and cook a meal, okay?" Eucalyptus looked at Hesta, "Just like we did in District 14. Do you all have time?"

"Yes." Hesta and Rico nodded at the same time. They both looked at Eucalyptus who suddenly ran to the kitchen to sort out the empty bottles and cans, and they both felt something unusual.

"There are solutions to all problems," Eucalyptus suddenly stopped, supporting herself on the table with both hands, and looked at the two of them. "Don't be anxious, and don't be discouraged. We will always find a solution."

Rico and Hesta looked at each other.

"Yeah." The two of them smiled and nodded.

……

In the Baron's Mansion, Trion was sitting in his leather chair, wiping a natural opal the size of an apricot. This was the gift he was going to give to Old Irene - Old Irene had been fascinated by this thing in the past few weeks, but it was not a product of District 12, so it would be difficult to find high-quality stones in the short term.

The sunlight shone in from the high window behind him, making the opal shine brightly. It seemed as if a fine stream of quicksand was condensed inside the gemstone, and each grain of sand reflected a subtle and unique color. Trion kept changing the angle and observing its changes.

No wonder old Irene was interested in such a worthless stone...it is indeed beautiful.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Trion put away the gem.

"Come in."

The butler opened the door and said, "Duke Schiller is here, waiting downstairs." "I'll be right there." Trion stood up and stopped suddenly when he passed by the butler. "You only need to call him like this in front of outsiders. If there's no one else here, just call him Kovicik."

"Okay, my lord."

Trion walked down the wooden steps. The butler's words "Duke Schiller" really hit him hard - yes, this young man was only nineteen years old, but he was already a duke, just because he was born into a good family and had a successful and dead father.

  How unfair this world is. Some people spend half their lives pursuing things that are hard to obtain, while others are born into it! These parasites of society have been lying on the merits of their ancestors for too long. Where is the assassin now? It would be great if we could slaughter all these Hastings nobles!

Trion was immersed in this subtle annoyance and pleasant imagination all the way.

"Sir." Kovicik saw Trion's voice and took the initiative to greet him.

"Don't call me like that anymore, call me by my name, my friend," Trion said affectionately. In the past, considering that the man in front of him might become his son-in-law, he had been quite arrogant in addressing him, but now he didn't have to do that. He walked up to Kovicik and kissed each other on the cheeks.

"How is your injury? Did the doctor say when you can walk again?"

"It's barely OK," Kovicik said, "but for safety reasons, it's safer for me to use a wheelchair when I go out."

"Yes, that's right." Trion nodded. "When I sprained my ankle, I stayed in bed for three weeks. God, it was a very boring time."

The conversation between the two fell silent for more than ten seconds.

"...Well, do you want to go to my study or the backyard?" Trion looked at the young man in front of him, "Both places are suitable for us to talk."

"The yard." Kovicik said with a smile, "I've been bored in my room for long enough."

Kovicik's servant pushed his wheelchair in silence all the way, and Trion listened to him talking about the news from the palace - the issue of the title had been settled, and the emperor was currently considering whether to grant Trion the title of earl or marquis.

This news immediately made Trion overjoyed. He suppressed the joy in his heart and waited for Kovicik to say "but".

"It seems that this matter has been finalized now, but the emperor is worried..."

"worry about what."

"He is worried that your donation to the military merits might lead to some ridicule - not to the royal family, but to you. You know, although everyone knows the benefits of money, once someone gets something rare simply by money, everyone will ridicule him together... This is hypocritical, but it is a major characteristic of human nature."

"Indeed." Trion stopped and said, "What do you think?"

"The Imperial Guard has a weapons purchase business right now, and the Emperor wants to let you do it," Kovicik said softly, "This way, you won't just be paying money, but will actually be involved in some practical matters."

"……that's all?"

"That's it." Kovicik said, "Of course, you may need some subsidies..."

Trion waved his hand, signaling Kovicik not to continue.

"The money question is not a problem for me," Trion said. "I just want to know—"

"The day after tomorrow, the royal family will begin sending out invitations for year-end promotions one by one," Kovicik said. "The list will also be circulated within a small circle... Everyone will see your name, so please don't doubt it. Of course, if you cannot accept this honor for some reason, you can also send a letter to refuse -"

Trion laughed, "Okay, Kovichik, I'll wait."