Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 3 Running away from home
"What, you want to study medicine, don't even think about it, it's impossible."

After finally returning home from the field, Sir Dorian had not had time to rest when he heard the news that made him very angry.

Ivan wiped his face, he has fully adapted to life here during this time.

"Oh, I see."

Suddenly Ser Dorian saw it, his eyes were narrowed, and he had a russet face between two long gray beards.

"You're playing tricks again."

Compared with her husband, the current Mrs. Dowling looks very petite.

The thick eyelashes droop only when looking at Ivan, and there is disdain in his eyes.

It seems that Mrs. Dowling doesn't think much of Ivan, even she herself didn't do anything earth-shattering.

But Mrs. Dowling thinks that she is a woman, or a beautiful woman, who is naturally qualified to be sought after by men and has the right to enjoy being surrounded by everyone.

And Ivan is just a man.

Even for a handsome man, the biggest achievement in his life is to curry favor with a few tasteless women at the Bois de Boulogne mansion.

She pursed her lips: "Ivan, you'd better follow your father's advice, and you must firmly grasp the money-making matters."

"Learn more from your father, and if it doesn't work, go and get close to Miss Godiva."

"Didn't you also see her appearance, she is so beautiful that she looks like she walked out of a painting, I don't understand why you don't want to?"

After hearing these domineering words, according to Ivan's original temper, he would inevitably lose his temper.

Even though she is only two years older than herself, she dares to pretend to be a hostess at home.

The strange thing is that Ivan didn't make a big fuss, on the contrary, all his actions at the moment are perfectly in line with noble etiquette.

The young man stood upright, with his hands in the pockets on both sides of his clothes, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and he looked down at the other party.

The lines of his face are too cold and hard, his dark eyes are shining with charming light, his facial features are sharply contrasted with the loving face of the Madonna painting behind him.

Mrs. Dorian was frightened and took a few steps back for a moment, and then she heard him say something.

"Country woman."

"You you." The words drove Mrs. Dorian mad, and a feverish flush covered her cheeks.

The strong emotional stimulation made the woman start to speak incoherently, and the wrist wearing the white silk scarf kept grabbing, but in fact she didn't catch anything.

By contrast, Sir Dorian was calm.Compared with the angry wife, he actually felt a little more relieved.

Sir Dorian found that Ivan had become much more mature than before.

He nodded secretly, without directly venting his emotions.

Instead, attack the enemy with words.

Son... you're starting to act like a grown noble.

Mrs. Dowling felt extremely ashamed. She was not only annoyed by Ivan's rebuttal on the spot, but also worried about the memory of growing up in the country.

Her mind kept turning, trying to find a reason to respond positively to the other party, but she couldn't help secreting too much saliva in her throat, so that when she should have opened her mouth, she coughed indecently.

This made her have to temporarily back down in the debate to appease her rapidly heaving chest.

After finally regaining some strength, Mrs. Dorian was stabbed by Ivan's surprised gaze.

His undisguised look of doubt can be read as a deep doubt about the noble blood he explained.

Mrs. Dowling seemed to hear the statue of the poet she had paid for mocking. It seemed that the Babylonian Sakaea was no different from the Dionysian feasts of the Greeks.

"enough."

She screamed, completely out of respect.

He gave Ivan a hard look, then stomped his feet, and prepared to leave here.

When passing by the entrance of the hall, the servant who served wanted to show a flattering smile, but was slapped in the face by the furious Mrs. Dorian.

The loud slap caught him off guard, and he was dizzy as if he had lost his outline, staying in place for a long time before he regained his senses.

At this time, Mrs. Dowling kicked back the skirt, held the hem of the skirt, followed by several servants, returned to the previous elegant and generous posture, and walked steadily on her feet.

Ivan and his father looked at each other, and at this moment candles were lit in the hall.

Beneath the candelabra, embellished with expensive metal, a young face and an old face had the same expression.

Is this the father in memory?

For the first time, Ivan could understand his helplessness.

"For family business, is it necessary to marry a woman you don't like?"

Sir Dorian stroked his beard, spread his hands and said, "Your stepmother was not born in a noble family, but her family ancestors have served as non-commissioned officers in important positions in Prussia."

"I have a fleet in the Espanian Sea. This is a huge risky investment. The relationship between hostile countries will affect the progress of the business, so it is best to maintain contacts in the main countries where the business needs to avoid trouble."

"Promise me, son, don't think about it. You can inherit the glory of the Dorian family and follow me to learn how to deal with business problems."

Sir Dorian's manner was earnest, and his speech sincere, with the earnest hope that old men often have.

If it is replaced by the childish predecessor, it may not be able to refuse.

But now he is different.

Ivan's own purpose is very clear, he responded firmly to the other party, even though there were many expectations and pleadings in those kind eyes, it never changed his mind.

Until the warmth between the two parties gradually declined, the cool autumn breeze arrived earlier, making the surrounding environment suddenly colder.

An owl clicked outside the manor, calling for today's lover.

Ivan clearly expressed his attitude: "Business may be beneficial to the development of the family business, but it has nothing to do with my personal preferences."

"God bestows everyone with different talents. Medicine may not be worth mentioning to you, but it is an extraordinary starting point for me."

Sir Dorian understood his determination, and was still making the last effort.

"If this is the case, you will move out of the manor starting tomorrow, and you will never get a penny from me in this life."

Ivan smiled and licked his lips: "This is exactly what I need."

In this day and age, you can't get what you want without breaking the boat.Moreover, the Road family has no other heirs, and sooner or later the title and wealth will be their own.

(End of this chapter)