Soon, he was taken to a place he was most familiar with, but he hated to come to the most.
He was also the son of the castellan, but his brother was always praised with flowers and applause, and he was nothing, even the servant was bad to him.
Even as his father, the castellan had never looked him in the eye. No matter what achievements he had made, he just said "okay" indifferently.
Theron looked up at the man sitting at the top of the table and said nothing.
Obviously was the blood closest person, but that he most did not want to see, was also the feeling most apathetic one.
"Why did you collude with those people outside?" A plain and cold voice came from castellan.
His arrogance made him speechless.
The feeling of being cut apart.
In silence, he could only answer castellan in silence.
The attitude of Kelvin made castellan very dissatisfied. He angrily walked down from the top and looked straight at his youngest son in front of him with his blue eyes.