My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1101

Branwyll was full of self- confidence. At this moment, he didn't think that so-call Lord S could touch him.

He got up and said loudly, "Tell everyone of the family. I don't care where they are, come back to the castle this afternoon. Anyone who fails to do so, he or she will be expelled!"

Branwyll said as he walked towards the entrance of the hall.

Steadmann was holding him along the way.

"Today will be the most important day of the history of the Middleton family, and I want every member of the family to be here to witness. When Lord S is dead, we will step the Norman Familly under our feet. From then on, there will be no Norman in the Yizhou Country! There will only be the Middleton family!"

Branwyll was full of energy and spirit when he said those words as if he had returned to his golden age.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Henry stood in the city plaza. He was feeding the pigeons.

Countless white pigeons came down from the sky. They were not afraid of people at all. They surrounded Henry, eating seeds scattered by him.

Henry glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's only ten o'clock. I need to give them more time."

Compared to the relaxed behavior of Henry, the castle of Middleton was full of tension.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the number of people in the castle had increased, and everyone looked like they were preparing for war.

"Why hasn't he show up?" Sitting in the living room, Branwyll changed into formal wear. He wanted to show respect to Lord S. At the same time, he wanted to be presentable when welcoming the new age of the Middleton family.

Steadmann shook his head and said, "According to the updates from the posts, he hasn't arrived. But we can't rule out the possibility that the posts have all been infiltrated."

"No way," Branwyll turned down Steadmann's guess, "As scruples as he is, Lord S would come under broad daylight if he said so. The other people have reported to their posts?"

"As you arranged, they are ready," Steadmann nodded. "Master, is Recluse Association reliable? If their mission is to keep the world peace as they claim, why would they do this with us?" "Haha," Branwyll smiled confidently, "Keeping the world peace sounds altruistic, but it is another kind of selfish desire, and this desire is much bigger than anyone's in the world. People from Recluse Association are the ones who really know what they want. In reality, there aren't so many sadhus. Most people would rather put pain on others rather than on themselves. It goes the same with the people of Recluse Association."

In the Middleton castle, the seven largest guest rooms were occupied by seven men in their thirties. One of them wore a red cloak, which indicated he had the highest status among them.

The rank could be told by the pattern on the cloak, and the person with the red cloak had the pattern of a commissioner.

The seven people were the reason why the Middleton family was so confident that they could defeat Lord S.

At eight o'clock in the evening, which was the same time as the part yesterday.

The Middleton castle was still bathed in bright light. Steadmann informed Branwyll that the person they had been expecting had arrived.