Chapter 5: Uncle.

"Uncle!"

Karl pushed the door open and walked out of the room, greeting the plump, narrow-eyed middle aged man.

His eyes then fell on the girl next to him again, and his voice slowed down:

"Irena, you are here too."

"Cousin."

Cousin Irena was as shy as ever.

Today she was wearing a gorgeous dress with a lot of lace, bows, ribbons and flowers piled on it. Although beautiful, it was a bit too exaggerated and not suitable for a girl in her teens.

The landlord's daughter Jenny was also there, greeting the father and daughter. Seeing him come out, she hurriedly found an excuse to go back to the room.

"Karl."

Uncle Jeer stepped forward and shook Karl's hands with some excitement, squeezing out a few tears from his little eyes:

"I heard about your father. I can't believe it... Let the past be the past!"

"Are you going to inherit the title today?"

"Yeah." Karl had a blank expression: "Uncle's news is really timely."

It has been a while since his father passed away, and the other party didn't come earlier or later, but came at this time.

It's really...timely!

"Hehe..." Jeer laughed dryly twice, then rubbed his hands and said: "Karl, there is something I don't know if you understand. Your father mentioned your marriage to me before."

"He wanted you to marry Irena, and I agreed at that time."

As he said, he pushed Irena, whose face was red and eyes were shy, and motioned her to say something.

"Cousin Karl."

Irena lowered her head, her fingers entangled in the gauze, and barely raised her voice so that people would not hear it.

"She is just like this." Jeer smiled and said: "Karl, you know it too, but it doesn't matter. It will be fine after you get married and get familiar with each other."

"Uncle!"

Karl frowned, but he understood why Irena dressed so gorgeously. It turned out to be a marriage proposal. Then he said:

"I went to apply for the inheritance of the title today, but it was not approved by the priest."

"Huh?"

"Ah!"

Surprise sounded, but one was worried and the other was surprised.

"Not approved?" Jeer subconsciously pulled his daughter back, his eyes flickering as he asked: "Why?"

Although the baronial title among the 'Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron' is not inherited in legal terms, it has been inherited from father to son for hundreds of years.

Unless there is a special reason.

So if Karl is not a baron, he can't let his daughter who he has raised for so many years marry him.

"I was just about to go find my uncle."

Karl took a deep breath, his face showing an anxious look:

"The priest wants thirty gold coins to prove the Bergman family's piety to the gods. I don't have that much. I wonder if my uncle can lend me some?"

"Ah!"

When it comes to borrowing money, Jeer's face changed drastically. He took his daughter back again and asked cautiously:

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"30 Gold coins."

"I only have one gold coin on me." Karl smiled bitterly.

"The rest depends on my uncle, but please rest assured, uncle, when I inherit the title of baron, I will definitely pay you back when I make money."

"Twenty-nine gold coins!" Jeer jumped angrily, pointing at Carl and shouting: "I would be crazy to lend it to you!"

"Won't lend it?" Karl's face sank: "If I don't have money, I can't inherit the title, and without a title, I'm afraid I can't plan a wedding with my cousin."

"Humph!" Jeer snorted coldly: "You want to marry my daughter without money and title?"

"Well..."

His eyes flashed, and suddenly he said: "But if you want money, it's not impossible?"

Huh?

Karl raised his eyebrows.

He knew his uncle's character very well. He was so stingy. But this time, he didn't scare him away but instead made him relax. However, it was beyond his expectations.

"Karl."

Jeer came closer and whispered: "You have no money and you can't get the baronial title. Instead of wasting it, you might as well sell the title to me."

"Uncle!"

Karl was speechless as he asked back: "Can the title be bought and sold?"

"Why not?" Jeer said.

"I'll pay fifty... forty gold coins, and use thirty of them to buy the title, and the rest will be yours."

"The rest?" Carl's face was full of sarcasm.

"My dear uncle, you are willing to give me ten gold coins, which is really thoughtful."

"Of course." Jeer smiled.

"You inherit the title first, then marry Irena, and after the marriage, transfer the title to my daughter."

"Finally, she'll transfer it to me."

Karl was stunned.

This is indeed feasible.

There is no shortage of female lords in the Gondor Kingdom, and many women have been granted titles. Daughters, wives, and even parents can also inherit titles.

"Heh..."

Karl smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling powerless.

Dealing with his uncle was even more energy-consuming for him than dealing with half-dead creatures.

"Go away. I won't sell the title."

"No!" Jeer said hurriedly: "If you think the price is not right, we can talk about it. If forty pieces don't work, then fifty pieces."

"Go away!"

Karl suddenly yelled.

The sound of thunder rang in his ears, making Jeer stagger back. When he saw Karl's ferocious expression, his heart was even more shocked.

The scars after the fire were like centipedes twisting on his face in anger, making people's hearts beat wildly.

The sturdy body can give people an invisible sense of oppression.

"Why are you yelling? Let's go!"

Taking a step back, Jeer didn't dare to look directly into Karl's eyes. He pulled Irena, who was a little reluctant, out and whispered on the way:

"You have the same temper as your father. If you can't inherit the title, I want to see how you live in the future?"

"..."

Karl's face was gloomy, he then let out a long breath after the outer door was closed and he could no longer see Jeer's back.

"Squeak..."

The side door opened a crack, revealing Jenny's somewhat worried expression:

"Karl, are you... okay?"

"It's nothing."

Karl shook his head and calmed down.

"I may have to go out again today. If someone comes to me again, just refuse directly."

"Yeah."

Jenny nodded, opened her mouth to ask something, but didn't say it after all.

Didn't inherit the title?

What will Karl do with his life in the future?

…

Arriving on the street, Karl was about to stop a carriage when he saw a familiar figure rushing over.

"Irena?"

"Cousin Karl."

Irena's forehead was sweating and she was panting. The hem of her skirt was stained with a lot of mud. It was obvious that she came in a hurry.

She glanced back, then stuffed a jade pendant into Karl's hand, lowered her head and whispered:

"I don't have anything else. This is a birthday gift from my father. I heard it's worth a lot of money."

"Irena." Karl was stunned, as he hurriedly said: "There's no need..."

"I'm leaving. I can't let my father find out." Before he finished speaking, Irena waved her hand hastily:

"Cousin Karl, see you next time."

Watching Irena go away, Karl shook his head gently. This thought was very rare, but the gift was not actually valuable.

Even to his own daughter, Jeer was stingy.

The jade pendant in his hand was not only made of low-quality jade, but also the carving was very rough, like a toy for training.

Wiping off the dust on it, Karl carefully put the jade pendant in his arms and called a carriage.

"Go to Rouen Street!"

"Four pennies."

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