The Knight's Journey to the Empire

Carlo leaned back in his chair, the wine glass in his hand swaying slightly, savoring the wine in his mouth, as if he was thinking.

When he heard his father's message, he could not help but stop shaking. After thinking for a while, he said, "Sauron, I want to ask you something. Now, in front of our ancestors and father, you can answer me honestly. Is that okay?"

There are many portraits hanging on the walls of the study.

Those are portraits of ancestors who have made outstanding contributions to the Lipton family.

It is now placed here for future generations to remember and admire.

"Excuse me?" Soran answered without even thinking.

Although he didn't know what the elder brother was going to ask.

But the identities of the two people are different now, aren't they?

Carlo looked directly into Soran's eyes, their pupils meeting each other's, and then he asked word by word: "I want to know if your territory enthronement certificate is real. You are not deceiving everyone, right?"

Before Soran could speak, Sir Jose on the side took the lead in scolding Carlo: "Carlo, have you forgotten everything I taught you? Are you now beginning to doubt my ability?"

Having been the city lord for so many years and having come into contact with numerous documents and proofs, Sir Jose is very confident in his abilities and feelings.

He knew that his second son was not lying, and the certificate of the title of the territory was real.

"Oh, father, I am not questioning your ability, and I haven't forgotten the knowledge you taught me. I just want to make sure, and hope that my brother can tell me in person that this certificate of enthronement is true." Carlo didn't even turn his head, still staring into Soran's eyes.

"Haha, it seems that Brother Carlo doesn't really trust his younger brother!" Sauron confronted him and sobbed.

"My dear brother, please don't avoid your brother's question. This is very important. Because it will affect how much financial support you can get from the family. Understand?" Carlo's tone was a little cold, sarcastic, and unyielding.

"Ha ha!"

Soran stood up, looking directly at his brother, and said with a smile, "Brother, are you envious of me? Then let me tell you, this is true, all true. Not only do I have a fiefdom, I have also become a hereditary noble!"

"If you don't believe me, I can take off my clothes and show you the scars on my body. How about that?"

"And it won't be long before news from the west comes back. Of course, you can also send people over to investigate first. After all, it's snowing heavily now, so news from the west may not come back until after the New Year."

In Soran's opinion, this cheap elder brother must be jealous of him, so he doubts him like this.

But isn't this exactly what he wants!

You know, the show-off and face-slapping scene that Sauron is looking forward to has not started yet!

He is feeling unhappy!

As for the family's funding, the eldest brother's attitude is not important, as long as the stepfather is willing.

And based on what Soran knew, he would definitely not be indifferent to his cheap father's ideals for developing Sir Lipton's family.

"Hahaha!" Carlo laughed wildly.

"Of course I believe you, my dear brother. I am so proud of you. Come, let me toast you!"

Then he toasted Soran and drank it all himself, regardless of whether Soran drank or not.

"But, my dear brother, your attitude makes me very unhappy, so you can't even think of taking a penny of the money in this house, because they all belong to me."

"boom!"

Sir Jose slammed the table and roared angrily: "Enough, Carlo, how can you be so selfish and heartless? Soren is your brother!"

Now Sir Jose really regretted that he should not have kept Carlo during this conversation.

Soran frowned as well. He didn't expect the situation to turn out like this.

I didn't expect that this cheap brother would hate me so much.

He refused to offer even the slightest bit of help.

Although I did have the suspicion that I was deliberately provoking him and confronting him.

"My dear father, please don't be so irritable, please calm down first," Carlo said helplessly, but still smiled, "I didn't say I won't help my brother, why are you so angry?"

"Hmph, Carlo, do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Sir Jose's tone was still stern, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with his eldest son's speech: "I will help you with your brother's affairs. It's useless for you to say anything. I said it!"

"Father, of course I know what I'm talking about. Can you please listen to me first?"

"After all, our Lipton family is a small family with shallow foundation. If my brother wants to develop his territory, we can't help him no matter what, right?" Carlo smiled bitterly.

Indeed, this makes sense, and even Soran himself agrees with it.

Sir Lipton's family is indeed just a small family, and there are very few people who can help him.

But in comparison, this self-made self seems poorer.

So he had no choice but to run back to his hometown to seek help.

After all, the crying child gets the milk.

"And father, don't forget that the family's farming development plan started a year ago. Now the family has no extra funds." Carlo gave his final explanation.

He was also very helpless about this.

After Carlo's words, it was obvious that Sir Jose also realized the seriousness of the problem, and his tone became gentle: "So what do you think we should do? We can't just do nothing, right?"

Carlo glanced at Soran, smiled slyly and said, "Our family has no money, but other families in Connat City do? We can get money from them to support my brother!"

With his brows slightly furrowed, Sauron was confused. He couldn't figure out what this cheap brother was going to do.

Using other people's money to support yourself?

Are others willing?

"Hmm?" Sir Jose was also confused, and obviously couldn't keep up with his son's train of thought: "Tell me in detail!"

"Father, brother, think about it. Although Connacht is a small city, there are so many nobles, wealthy people, landlords, and usurers inside and outside the city. They must have a lot of wealth in their hands."

"What if we hold a ball in the name of my brother's hereditary nobility and invite them all?"

Carlo slowly explained his plan: "Of course, we have to express in a tactful way in the invitation or at the reception that my brother's territory is poor now, and if we want to develop it, we need your generous donations?"

"I don't know how the nobles and landowners will react, but those wealthy businessmen and loan sharks will definitely prepare a generous gift in order to curry favor with our family and gain our friendship."

"Unless they don't want to stay in Conant City anymore!" At this point, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Carlo's eyes.

He had long wanted to revamp the business climate in Connacht.

It is these parasites that make it difficult for business to develop in Conant City.

But due to his status and some other reasons, he couldn't do it.

"A little bit of accumulation makes a lot, and a little bit of accumulation makes a tower, but it is not better than the little bit that our family has contributed!"

So that's how it is, Soran suddenly realized.

But he was very surprised and didn't understand why this brother who had always hated him would help him like this.

After all, if he did this, it would be a thankless task for him.

Is there some conspiracy behind this?