England 1986

Chapter 44
Holding the documents in his hand, Boris felt a bit of a headache. These requirements can be easily fulfilled individually, but when combined together, they are concentrated on one person.
Hey, if you can't find it, you have to bear the legal responsibility!
At the beginning of December, the climate in the Carmarthen region continued to cool down. Although the first heavy snow had not yet fallen, the temperature had dropped to above zero.

Allen held the rein with his left hand, and his body rose and fell with the rise and fall of the horse under his crotch.

There was nothing to do this morning. After breakfast, Allen wanted to ride a horse for a walk. He went west along the creek not far from the manor, and went down the river, regardless of the speed of the horse. Let it think You can walk however you want.

After nearly a month of preparations, all aspects of the work were carried out in an orderly manner. It was time for the actors to interview in the past two days, but at this moment, Alan always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something, but he had too many things to think about recently. I can't remember it for a while.

"Da da da"

There was a brisk sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground. After Huth saw Alan from a distance on his horse, he turned slightly and came towards this side.

"Master! I have something to do!"

"what happened?"

"I just got a call from the port. The Viscount Fox family is going to board the ship from Port Llanelli today, and the destination is Boston."

"???"

The left hand pulled the rein subconsciously, the horse under the crotch stopped, and the tail flicked.

"This old man, is he going to run away after selling his property? Hughes didn't tell me."

Allen never expected that Hughes hadn't even sent him the benefits. In just one month, Fox would sneak away like this?

This is ashamed to hang around in Wales, ready to go to the United States?

But where is it not good for you to go, do you have to go to Llanelli?

Don't know whose territory that is?

"What time do they ship?"

When this kind of thing happened, Allen would of course join in the fun, help the scene, and see the old Viscount off.

Hut looked at his watch and said, "Master, they still have two hours and 10 minutes to board the ship. If you want to go there, do you need to notify the port to detain them?"

"No need! I'm a guest from afar, go. Go back, I want to take a shower first, and then I'll meet this old guy!"

Llanelli Port is no different from two months ago. In such a remote area, development has almost stagnated. In addition, this port is a small port, and there are not many shipping ships. The pier looks very cold .

Viscount Fox is over 70 years old, with white hair, half-length hair combed back and tied into a small braid.

There are wrinkles and ravines on the face, and the chin protrudes slightly forward, carrying an aura of calmness and self-prestige.

Looking at the cold pier and the more than 20 families around him, he stubbornly stayed on this land even during the war.

More than 70 years!He has lived in this land where he was born and raised for more than 70 years, and he never imagined that he would be reduced to this point now.

The request to see His Highness came to nothing, he was a majestic Viscount, he couldn't even meet His Highness's request, he was chased like a dog, and several businesses in his family had gone bankrupt.

He knows the tricks here, the other party came prepared, but he can't resist, now he can only sell the assets that can be sold, even the old manor at home at a low price before the other party makes a move , just scraped together a sum of money.

"Master! Look!" Leaning on a single crutch, Nesri's housekeeper moved closer to Fox and pointed to the distance.

Fox was not yet dim-sighted, and looked in the direction Nesri pointed, and saw two cars coming towards him.

In just a few tens of seconds, the car approached, Fox stared at the familiar model and license plate number, the corner of his mouth twitched, and murmured: "Is that Allen here?"

"It should be him."

"Hahaha! Viscount Fox, I heard that you are waiting for the boat here early in the morning? Why don't you call me and let me do my best as a landlord?"

Allen rarely put on a full set of equipment, a woolen coat, a top hat, and a civilized stick in his hand today. Compared with the slightly downcast Viscount Fox, Allen now looks more like a decadent nobleman.

Looking at the path that the people of the Fox family let out, Allen was not even interested in glancing at them. All he had in his eyes now was the white-haired Viscount Fox who was dressed like an old artist on the opposite side.

"How dare you trouble Your Excellency the Earl?"

Fox stared at Alan expressionlessly. His understanding of Alan was limited to limited legends, but now through the butler's description, this Alan is very different from the previous descriptions in legends. Don't look young, but With the same fierceness as the Hill family!

"What's the trouble, no trouble! You're leaving, I won't come to see you again, if you die on the way, wouldn't it be that I missed seeing you for the last time?"

Allen was smiling, but he said the most vicious words in his mouth. In Great Britain, nobles can't die even if they commit crimes. This is a rule that even he can't change, but...
Older people, can you be mad at him, what if he doesn't come up in one breath and is mad at him?

"Alan! You!"

Before Viscount Fox could speak, the Butler Nesri standing beside him raised his left hand and pointed at Alan with an angry face. He wanted to say the second half of the sentence but dared not say it.

"Ok?"

The smile on Allen's face quickly disappeared, and he turned his head with a blank expression as if he had just discovered Nesri. With his right hand, he suddenly pulled out the civilized stick he was leaning on in his left hand, and swung the other end with the handle, and the stick hit him hard. Hit Nesri on the head!

"boom!"

"what!"

"Clang."

All this was too fast, the muffled sound of the civilized stick hitting Nesri's head, Nesri's screams, and the sound of his crutch falling to the ground, intertwined together.

Before Viscount Fox could react, Allen put on a smile again, held up the civilized stick and looked at it, the handle was already stained with a little red blood, curled his lips, Allen picked up the hem of Fox's jacket, and So wipe your own civilization stick.

"When the master is talking, the dog dares to interrupt indiscriminately. Your servants are really uneducated. Tell me. Am I right?"

Feeling the pressure of Allen's close proximity, Viscount Fox clenched his fists with both hands, and then quickly released them, back and forth several times.

This scene brought back bad memories for him. A few years ago, it was the same scene as it is now. The man named Kano Hill was also like this, beating him hard with a smile on his face. Don, when Fox faces Allen now, he is even more powerless than when he faced his father back then.

He didn't dare to say anything nonsense, his face twitched and he tried his best to put on a smile and said: "Your Excellency is right, I am not strict in discipline."

With his right hand quickly swung back twice, Viscount Fox signaled the chaotic family to stay away from him.

"beep!"

With the sound of a whistle, the ship bound for Boston finally arrived. Hearing the sound of the whistle, Viscount Fox heaved a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)