Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 900 There are quite a few uninvited guests.

That's one thing, but those guys who say his brother will definitely die before him and his father, and that he can use his power to seize the family inheritance, are the truly vicious ones.

Wyatt harbored deep resentment.

His brother may not have the same knightly talent as him, but he works hard enough!
The strength is not bad.

However, if his brother couldn't become a knight, he would definitely become a scholar... The whole family clearly remembers the faint blue light when they stepped on the awakening circle.

His brother's personality also leans towards legal professions; like his father, he is shrewd and capable.

However, as the family heir, when his knightly talent was at its peak, his brother would never have chosen to become a scholar.

His father did favor him, but his older brother was the one who resembled their father the most.

Perhaps it is precisely because they are so alike that the way these two communicate their feelings is so strange and peculiar.

Although he always complains, Wyatt actually loves his brother very much.

He really wanted to teach those guys a lesson.

Unfortunately, his father and brothers knew exactly what he was angry about, but they wouldn't allow him to vent it.

He was only asked to stand there as a figurehead, occasionally responding to his two nephews' sudden witty remarks.

After casually replying, Wyatt slapped his nephew away in annoyance.

Tsk~ Let those guys think he's unhappy with his two nephews!
Why is it so annoying?

How long is he going to stand here?!

“Edwards…” Pat covered the lower half of his face with a small fan, his eyes revealing a complex emotion, “They have a really good relationship!”

So this is what a good child looks like when raised by a good father!
Pat and Aggris hadn't seen enough before, so they had no doubts when they saw how the brothers got along in the Montes family.

Wyatt's movements in hitting his nephew on the back of the head were so smooth, it was clear he had done it many times before. Moreover, when he hit him, he didn't seem to care whether his brother would be unhappy or whether his sister-in-law might hold a grudge.

But Pat has never seen young Master Massoud act like this towards Fabrice and the others.

He simply followed quietly behind Alex, showing great respect to his elder sister-in-law and avoiding his nephews.

Forget about hitting him on the back of the head, Masoud wouldn't even speak up to reprimand his nephew when he made a mistake.

On the contrary, Lowry would beat and scold his nephews when he found them behaving inappropriately.

Although there was some element of venting his dissatisfaction, he did speak in his capacity as an uncle.

Masoud, however, showed no such sentiments; he avoided everything.

Pat blinked blankly.

She really was... blinded by a leaf before.

But I can understand it.

Neither she nor Yages knew how proper aristocratic families lived their lives.
True trust is not about being all smiles and laughter, but about being able to joke around and play around.

If only I had known... Ha~ Although Agris disdained the title of Earl of Montes, Pat was different!

Who would want that worthless extension territory when they can give her dear little Lori something better?
If Lowry hadn't been powerful enough, his territory would have been riddled with pits.

Anyone can walk on it.

Unfortunately... she didn't understand at all back then.

What's even more regrettable is why she only discovered this at this point?

Being slow to realize something is not a good thing, especially when she doesn't need it at all.

Pat sighed softly, suddenly feeling a little reluctant to go in.

However, she came with an invitation from another family, and there was a record of her carriage entering, so it would be inappropriate to just turn around and leave.

These are her own connections, not the Tower of Hell followers; she can't cheat them.

Pat strolled in leisurely.

The invitation she received came from a minor nobleman, and the door she entered through was not the main entrance with a front hall like the one where Uncle and Nephew Wyatt were.

Minor nobles without status were only allowed to enter through the side archway.

Pat waved his fan, and without further hesitation, went straight in... unaware of Wyatt's gaze.

"Uncle Att?" his little nephew asked, puzzled. "What are you looking at?"

"That woman's hand was so steady!" Wyatt tilted his head in confusion. "Did some new female swordsman appear? How come I didn't know anything about her?"

"The female knight's hands are very steady, Uncle."

"Tsk~ What do you know? You lazy bum." Wyatt said sarcastically, "The muscle structure of a knight and a swordsman is completely different, and their stable positions are also different."

He looked around, took a long pink lily from the vase and placed it in his nephew's hand, then told him to hold the lily to his chest: "Hold on tight!"

Wyatt's nephew is also quite talented; he advanced to level 10 before he was even thirty, and his future looks promising.

Moreover, unlike Wyatt, who relied on his natural talent to slack off, this kid was extremely hardworking.

After all, Wyatt had a father who could spoil his son as long as he lived.

My nephew only has a father who dares to beat him with a stick if he doesn't study hard.

Wyatt occasionally had some doubts. His brother used him as a benchmark to teach his son, otherwise he wouldn't have kept such a close eye on his youngest son who had no right to inherit.

What noble family would raise their youngest son to be no different from their eldest son? If raised well, the brothers can be of one mind; if not, disaster will befall them.

Fortunately, the Edwards family still had the distinguished Wyatt.

Even if his nephew can't gain a foothold in the King's Army, Wyatt can still leave him everything he's fought for.

Ever since he made this plan, Wyatt has even dared to raise his chin at his brother, who has a stern face!

Unfortunately, his brother was a clueless numerator who was determined to get him married and have children as soon as possible, even if he was still young.

Wyatt slapped his nephew's forearm again, annoyed: "Did you feel that? Where did you put your force when you exerted it?"

My nephew pointed to the long muscle strip on his forearm that connected to his wrist.

“That’s right, so your hand is very steady. But your wrist isn’t that flexible,” Wyatt admonished. “Don’t you notice how much muscle you’re using when you hold the stem?”

Although they also use swords, they mostly use them for slashing and hacking, and their muscles are particularly stable.

Of course, you could also say it's rather rigid.

But swordsmen are different.

“A swordsman not only needs to train this muscle strip, but also the two long, thin muscles in the front and back.” Wyatt shook his head. “Even the muscle on the back side needs to be trained thoroughly.”

Therefore, their hands, holding slender objects, were extremely steady, yet they appeared to handle them with effortless ease.

Wyatt patted his nephew's arm: "Before, you only needed to focus on your training, and you could leave all the social obligations at home to your brother. You could just ignore some things."

But from now on, this will be your breakthrough point; don't think you can still slack off.

The little nephew waved his wrist, and then realized what his uncle wanted him to see: "When I rotate my wrist, it gets stuck in this position... It's easier to rotate it back. If I have to rotate it a full circle, then my hand will exert a little force downwards."

If you look closely, it seems to shake slightly in a fixed position.

It's simply impossible to achieve the same level of agility, stability, and uniform speed as that lady did.

I understand, Uncle.

I will observe more carefully afterward.

Wyatt nodded in satisfaction.

Although there were some unexpected aspects, his little nephew did not overlook anyone's performance, which is quite good for his age.

At least, back then, he absolutely couldn't have done it.

"Duke Schröder has arrived!"

"Huh?" Wyatt looked up in surprise.

This name is so unusual it's almost scary!

That poor little Schroeder from the Schroeder family, hasn't he been hiding at home all this time, too afraid to go out?

Although they sent him an invitation as is customary, the Edwards family did not feel they had the means to invite this young gentleman.

Even after all these years, countless people still want to strangle Schroeder.

Aside from the day of His Majesty Leon's coronation, he had never attended any family banquets.

"Go quickly!" Wyatt said solemnly, patting his nephew's bottom. "Don't let your brother run into him directly. Use your thick skin and don't give him too many chances to speak."

Watching his nephew rush to the door and then immediately put on a composed demeanor, Wyatt couldn't help but frown... What was it about their house that had attracted Schroeder's attention?

Although most of the family has fallen on hard times, Schroeder's legacy remains undeniable.

This is a bit of a problem; even the Edwards family can't handle it!

He pondered for a moment, then turned to ask the serious-looking butler behind him, "I remember Celestia McMillan has already arrived, hasn't she?"

That woman has always been capricious.

If it's something serious, she'll go through the main gate on the side for noble families... where the head of the family and the heir will be greeted.

But if she was just there to kill time, she would go through the side door that the female members of the household did not use when they were not led by the head of the family.

Military nobles and landed nobles may find themselves in situations where only their female relatives remain in the capital.

The reason why the women stayed in the capital was mostly because they had social needs.

Especially those wealthy women who go out with their daughters.

Although Celestia is the heir to the Macmillan family, she can also be considered a female member of the family when the head of the family is not in the capital... This is a right she fought for herself, and no one can say anything about it.

However, going through this door means she is still choosing her future husband.

Wyatt didn't think the woman was after him.

Although he was the youngest son, he did not meet the requirements for a marriage alliance with the McMillan family.

McMillan would never marry into a powerful family.

"Yes, Duchess Macmillan arrived half an hour ago," the butler replied after a few seconds of thought.

He knew this was Edwards' biggest test today... If Duke Schroeder and Celestia Macmillan were to confront each other here, even without a physical fight, it would still be a slap in the face to the Edwards family.

Wyatt sneered, "I knew these people wouldn't let us get away with this so easily..."

(End of this chapter)