The old countess sat in a chair slightly away from Lynch, and she raised her hand and stroked her hair.

Her hair is not messy, and there is a jewel hairpin on it. It doesn't seem to be childish, but it seems to have caught the last tail of youth.

"My husband's bad luck..." She started with these words, and Lynch listened quietly.

"It was just a fever. We didn't pay much attention to his condition. After taking some medicine, the fever was relieved. He told us that everything would be better."

"Can you imagine it? In the morning he told me what he planned to do for the children, but immediately after noon he fell into a coma, and he died without even making it through the night."

When the old countess said about it, there was no sadness in her eyes. At first, she might indeed suffer or shed tears, but as the incident faded, it seemed like a trivial part of a long and short life. A symbol.

This symbol only represents this page in life, it does not represent all, and cannot control joy and sorrow.

"I'm sorry, ma'am..." Lynch said nonsense, because it is impossible for him to say "I'm very happy" at this time.

The old countess raised her hand to stop Lynch from continuing. She shook her head, "Actually, it's nothing. I was sad before, but now I'm used to facing these things."

"Some people may think that I am an indifferent woman, but I know that my indifference is because life makes me have to."

"After the old count passed away, his younger brothers, younger sisters, and the children of his younger siblings were all fighting for the position of heir."

"He walked so suddenly without leaving any wills. We had a very difficult time at the time."

The old countess sighed, "Can you understand that feeling?"

"He didn't give me any power, he didn't give his son any power, but he let his brothers, sisters and even nephews control all key points of the family, we have no chance of winning at all."

"I took him with me, exhausted everything I could, and finally snatched back what was originally ours."

"During the time he was growing up, he was always very upset. Everyone is better than us. Everyone seems to have a way to kill us, but he lacks a father to rely on."

"We walked very hard, as I said just now, but fortunately we won in the end. This is the only thing to be thankful for."

Speaking of her children, the old countess's face showed a kind of nostalgia for the child's growth, as well as some longing for the future.

She just posted this for a while, then smiled and apologized to Lynch, "I'm losing my mind..."

Lynch forgave her very gentlemanly, "It's okay, I can understand."

The old countess smiled. "He has been very strong over the years. Sometimes he doesn't look like a child at all. I know he wants me to feel a kind of dependence."

"The only person I can rely on now is him. He is forcing myself to become mature. This may be a good thing in the eyes of many people. He did not cause me too much trouble in life and work."

"But I also know that this is not the real him. He looks good. In fact, he has serious insomnia. He often can't fall asleep until two or three o'clock in the evening..."

anxiety.

Lynch immediately understood why the little earl had insomnia because of anxiety.

Through these simple descriptions of the old countess, a picture appeared in his heart. All his relatives wanted to steal things that belonged to him. No one could rely on him. The young people were always confused about the future.

Especially in adolescence, the secretion of hormones in the body accelerates, and the emotional influence is deepened. He will have a kind of anxiety, fearing that he will suddenly lose what he insists on or be hurt by others.

This kind of anxiety has continued to the present, and the psychological changes are not so easy to reverse. This is not like what people often say, as long as it takes a while to heal.

All emotional and sensitive people are the ones who are the easiest to push themselves into a dead end.

When a person lies in bed at night and is dominated by anxious emotions, all he can think about is how his relatives can harm him, how he can protect himself, his mother, and the inheritance left by his father.

He has no way to slow down his emotions and nerves, and let himself enter a normal state of rest!

Lynch once had this kind of experience. After he was arrested, he didn't relax from the tightness as some people said after he was arrested. Instead, he became even more nervous.

Those who can say such things often have relatively single problems on them, or even simple ones. For example, there are only one or two problems, and they are all mastered.

Even the details that the officials have mastered are more detailed than they themselves, and they can indeed relax after being caught.

But Lynch had more than a few dozen secrets. He was always nervous about what methods those people would use to pry open his mouth. He also suffered from insomnia all night, had difficulty falling asleep, lost his hair, and had yellow urine.

But then he figured it out, anyway, he couldn't get out for the rest of his life, so why should he embarrass himself?

Those who have been mastered will confess, and those who have not been mastered will be treated negatively, which will kill me.

Facts have proved that no one dares to do that, and indeed some people are thinking about whether it is more appropriate to extinguish their mouths, but after considering the cost of failure, this idea was finally given up.

On the contrary, Lynch lives in a small room very moisturizing, and the people outside give his bank card money at intervals to ensure that he can enjoy the best things inside.

There is no difference between being inside and being outside, except that you can't go out casually, and you can't take the initiative to contact others.

After sewing that number on his clothes, he completely relaxed, even presumptuous.

He regards the life inside as a kind of further study, a kind of study, a necessary way for self-improvement.

Thinking of those things in the past, Lynch showed some smiles on his face, a smile that only people who came to understand, some people called this kind of smile free and easy.

The old countess didn't quite understand, she just felt the atmosphere in the room lighter.

She didn't even know that in such a moment, Lynch thought of so many things.

She continued, "This period of time is the best time for him to rest. Every night around 11 o'clock, he will fall asleep on time, and he will still fall asleep with the lights off."

"It's been a long time since I saw him smiling faintly in his sleep, just like when he was a child, like a baby."

"There is no panic, no anxiety, no sorrow, only a faint smile."

"It's all because of you, Mr. Lynch."

The old countess looked at Lynch, "He admires you very much, he always says you will solve some problems, and he trusts you very much."

She looked at Lynch, but what was in her mind was what a nobleman in the Privy Council said.

The old man and her grandfather are friends, and the relationship between the two families is relatively close. When she went to the Privy Council recently, the old nobleman chatted with her.

The main object of their conversation was Lynch. In the mouth of the old nobleman, Lynch was a very special person. Before anyone else found out, he had actually grasped an aristocratic power.

Among them, there is the little earl.

The old countess talked about the fear that the little earl and Lynch were too close to each other, which would affect the future status of the title-it was very difficult for non-hereditary aristocrats to attack the title and needed the emperor's favor.

If their relationship with the emperor is not close enough, they can only count on the Privy Council.

She was afraid that the little earl would be disgusted by the emperor, causing this title to end in his generation.

However, the old nobleman gave the old countess a different way of thinking. In the future, the problem of attacking the nobility of non-hereditary nobles will become more and more difficult, so why not try to jump out?

The development of the Confederation is getting better and better, and it is far from the Confederation that people think of. Even the invincible navy of Gafra lost to them.

If there is no possibility of enfeoffment in the future, going to the Federation is a very good choice.

The wealth they hold is enough for a family to live a very wealthy life in the Commonwealth, where money is better than power.

Even if you don't plan to go to the Federation, given the relationship between Lynch and Princess Genia, if there are members of the royal family who are willing to intercede for them, at least it is very likely that the title will be passed on to one generation.

So no matter which option you tend to choose, maintaining a good relationship with Lynch is the best choice.

"In any case, he will be your firm supporter in the future, and I also want to thank you for these changes..."

The old countess stood up and walked in front of Lynch, "You are very young and great. You may have seen a lot of things, some things that I don't know, but I believe that there is one thing, you I must have never seen it before!"

...

When the little earl came to the racing salon, his expression was a little trance~lightnovelpub.net~ He didn't hear a few words when someone called him, and he didn't react until he touched his arm.

For the nobles, "Cheating" is a very interesting game, and "Cheating" and "Cheating" are sometimes two complete concepts.

The little earl vaguely knew what his mother was going to do. He should have hated Lin Qicai, but for some reason, he didn't hate Lin Qi so much.

On the one hand, Lynch helped him solve the problem that he had always had since he inherited the title, the problem of insufficient funds, and now he has made enough money to manage everything and start to be self-sufficient.

Secondly, Lynch's ability, that kind of demeanor also made him heartbroken. He admired Lynch very much, and admired Lynch from all aspects.

When Lynch has been able to do a lot of big things, he is still like a child, which makes him feel a little inferior, but at the same time he is very trustworthy but worships Lynch.

That's okay, isn't this a noble tradition?

He told himself so to smooth out some discomfort in his heart.