Chapter 1084 The Silence of the Lambs Part 1

In the old days, everyone had a screaming lamb in their heart.

Thirty-five years ago, Brin was kicked out, or in other words, he voluntarily left the house.

His grandfather was once one of the financial officers of the Cejalrovo family. He survived because he did not have sublimated blood. After he came to Harrison Port, he drank all day long and beat his wife and children. He beat his son so badly that he asked Elder Puder to preside over the division.

He died of depression within a few years.

Brin's father is not a good person either. He inherited all his father's flaws and is also a wicked man who frequently beats and scolds his wife and children.

He does not allow Brin to touch anything in the house. Whether it is sitting, sleeping, eating, going to the toilet or going out, everything must be reported to him. As long as Brin forgets or touches Brin accidentally, he will beat him.

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In order to protect her children, Brin's mother was often beaten.

Time and time again, in the reflection of his mother's sad eyes, and in the blood left by the wound at the corner of his eye, Brin saw for the first time his tearful, weak and ugly state.

At that time, Brin rebelled against his father for the first time. He and his mother were kicked out of the house, and all he was given was a dilapidated warehouse.

After all, they are a family, and Elder Puder asked him to join the herb collection team. Brin is indeed talented. He has excellent eyesight and can find many herbs that others cannot find. This may be the best among Silver Peak Messengers.

Halberd Falcon's legacy of power.

Relying on risking his life, greed, courage and ability, Brin became a senior herbalist. He could support himself and his mother, and use his own money to bury his mother. He had the prestige that even if he refused the plea of ​​his aging father, it would not affect the perception of others.

He confronted his uncle. The idiot thought that Brin's mother was dead and Brin himself had no wife or children, so he wanted to seize Brin's property.

No... maybe it's not robbery.

At that time, my uncle actually just lamented that Brin's job was too dangerous, and asked what would happen to the family property if Brin died. He said that he wanted Brin to live with him and find a suitable match to get married and have children as soon as possible.

Or leave a will, or in short, leave a charter.

There may be greed, but there is also goodwill.

But Brin's heart was screaming.

- Impossible! All his things belong to him! No one can take them away!

——Only if I want to give it, you can take it! I don’t want to give it to you. If you take it, I will never let it go even if I die!

——Relatives? Not even relatives! What are relatives? He only has his mother, and he only recognizes his mother!

In the broken pieces of dishes, in the poured wine, and in the reflection of his uncle's shocked and angry eyes, Brin once again saw his own shadow.

It was a ferocious face that was almost the same as his father and grandfather.

Thirty-five years later.

The general manager of the South China Sea of ​​the Yinfeng Chamber of Commerce, Bryn Yinfeng woke up from his bed.

The soft sunlight passes through the window and shines on the pillows and quilts. The hot steam rises from the gold-plated tea cup and reflects the light on the bedside table.

His pillow partner had already gotten up and prepared his favorite drink for him. Brin smiled, got up, and sipped the hot tea.

"Master, are you up?"

After Brin finished washing and put on his clothes, his wife asked loudly from the kitchen downstairs: "Do you remember what you are going to do today?"

"Remember, remember." Brin smacked his lips and said, "I will go to Sola's parent-teacher conference and the college's open classes."

"Hmph~" There was a hint of complaint in the wife's voice: "I will go to the parent-teacher meeting, but in the afternoon I have to prepare a dinner with the guy from Sainan's house next door, so I can't go to our baby's open class."

"I won't go, but I have to go! You haven't been there even once in these years!"

"I know, I know, well, it's not just about making money to support the family... I specially asked for annual leave just for today. I really don't understand how hard it is to make money."

Brin said in disgust, with a smile on his lips.

He was choosing the coat he wanted in the closet. He didn't care about appearance that much, but even if it was to make himself dignified and look like a person in front of his daughter's classmates and their parents, he had to choose well.

After choosing a coat, Brin thought for a while, then chose an alchemist's belt, and pinned on it the official alchemist badge he had recently passed.

Others would not know about the senior leaders of the Chamber of Commerce without asking, but the alchemist was different.

After doing all this, he thought about it and made sure he had brought everything he should bring, then he closed the closet and pushed the door open and walked out.

This is a two-story small building located on Silver Peak Avenue (Old Pier Avenue) in Harrison Port. The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows face the blue sea in the south. The bright sunshine warms the entire home, and the dust rises and falls in the light and shadow.

You can see the paintings on the wall, the sugar bowl in the cupboard, the cloak and wool on the hangers, and on the sofa in the center of the living room there is a ball of thread and a half-knitted shawl, which is the handiwork of my wife.

Everything about this hotel is good, except that the beach is a bit tidal.

To be honest, it's a bit too trendy, but because their family practices water element essence, they have to be so trendy.

Since the implementation of the new city plan three years ago, the entire Port of Harrison has changed its appearance. It was originally just an old fortress city along the coast. Various urban plans were designed to guard against monsters and natives, and to serve as a temporary base for the South Sea Fleet.

naval port.

But now, the whole city has a completely new look, with neat streets, flat and wide docks, layer upon layer of residential areas and various public facilities areas built according to the terrain, ubiquitous crystal towers and towering alchemy towers, it’s simply

It's like a development spanning hundreds of years, stepping from the Middle Ages into the future era.

Brin's home is located on the outside of the city center to the west. There is nothing special here, except that the next street is the former residence of the beloved Grand Duke of Nanling, Grand Duke Ian Silver Peak.

Well, it’s not quite right to say it’s a former residence, because Grand Duke Yinfeng would come back to stay occasionally. Strictly speaking, it’s considered his hometown or his ‘former residence and palace’.

To this day, Brin is still afraid and grateful for what he did to Ian and how he risked his life to fight the natives with Ian. But all this has passed. In today's Grand Duchy of Silver Peak, he can be considered a leader.

The top management, and all this is because he once fought side by side with Ian and provided Ian with herbs during the most difficult times.

However, that's all. Brin is not stupid enough to rely on this relationship to become a real high-level person. He is peacefully serving as the branch manager of the behemoth Silver Peak Chamber of Commerce. This is very important to him.

It is a position that is unimaginable.

He is satisfied, so he cares about the present.

"Dad~"

When Brin, who was ready to get dressed, walked down the stairs and came to the dining table, a little white-haired girl who was reading a book and eating bread raised her head and waved to him excitedly.

Of course little Sophie's idea was good, and it was certainly the right thing to say hello to her father, but she forgot that there was butter in the bread, and her little hands couldn't grasp it tightly, and a little bit of butter immediately spattered, all over the wall behind her.

"Eh……"

Seeing this scene, little Sophie immediately shrank her head, and the black-haired woman who came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise looked at it, and suddenly said angrily and funny: "I don't have the posture to eat when I'm eating, and I don't have the posture to sit down when I'm sitting. Close the book."

, have a good breakfast, and wipe up the dirty things later!"

"Master, please say a few words!"

"yes--"

Sophie spoke in a long tone, and then carefully looked at the man in front of her with his back to the sun.

Brin approached expressionlessly. When his daughter shrank her head, he suddenly stretched out his hand, dug out a little bit of the butter on the table, and then spread it on the little girl's face: "Hey!"

He rubbed his daughter's face and said with a wicked smile: "Haha, I'll give you some butter for my little white bread!"

"I'm not bread!" The little girl from Bai Zhimin with a somewhat fat face screamed and waved her hands angrily: "I will lose weight!"

But she looked more like bread when she was bulging with energy.

"How old are you to play with children!" Upon seeing this, his wife sighed, and Brin laughed, pointing to the solidified butter, which all fell off the wall and threw it into the trash can: "How old are you?

What a great thing, Sophie loves reading and said hello to me."

After years of practice, he has no ability to sublimate like ordinary people.

After doing this, Brin stepped forward, took some butter from the table, smeared it on his wife's lips, and gave her a deep kiss: "You are also my favorite honey bread... You have worked hard all these years.

Come on, Fulan!"

"Well... damn ghost!"

Before little Sophie could react, the men and women separated, and Fulan returned to the kitchen with a bright face: "Take Sophie to wash your face! You should eat quickly, the omelette is getting cold!"

"Let's go!" "Let's go, Mom!" "Be careful."

When the father and daughter Bryn Sophie, who had packed up, said goodbye to Fulan and walked out of the house, the summer breeze blew slightly outside, and the golden sunlight penetrated the leaves of the trees planted along the street, casting mottled shadows.

Until a roar came from the house next door.

"You brat!"

It was a strong male voice, full of anger: "You actually do less homework!"

boom!

The door opened, and a little boy carrying a schoolbag ran out of the house almost in despair. When he saw Sophie and Sophie's father, he suddenly became energetic: "Hello, uncle!"

"Sophie, let's go together..."

Before he finished speaking, a white man with slightly dark skin ran out angrily, holding a belt in his hand. Seeing this, the little boy ran away: "Dad, don't use the belt!"

"Alas alas."

When the brown and white people wanted to catch up, Brin stretched out his hand, blocked in front of his old acquaintance Sai Nan, and advised: "Just do less homework. We don't know how to do many of the homework in the academy. Children don't do it."

It’s normal to be happy to write.”

"How do you know what this brat did!"
To be continued...