England 1986

Chapter 88 Fan Letters (Fifth Watch)
"Master. Welcome home! Karl, you have worked hard too."

"Haha, let's go and get in the car."

Standing by the car, Huth gave Allen a very gentlemanly manner, and looked at his young master with a smile.

With this face, he always felt that the young master seemed to have lost a lot of weight when he returned from his trip to Xiangjiang this time?
"I won't go back, young master, I'm just changing planes here, and the United States, after I go back, it's time to start the follow-up plan."

"Well! If you have anything to do, contact me as soon as possible."

Allen nodded, and with Huth's support, he got into the car first.

Karl and Huth, who raised his head, glanced at each other, and they smiled at each other. Karl bent down slightly, imitating Huth just now, and saluted Allen.

"Haha, you two old guys, let's go!"

Huth's appearance is not bad, he is gentle and refined, and when he does some ceremonial actions, he looks very pleasing to the eye.

but old karl
This guy looks like a catfish spirit, low and strong, seeing him salute without any sense of beauty, it feels a bit weird.

After going there for more than half a month, and returning to the manor, although there is no change from before leaving, Allen still feels a little emotional.

This is the first time he has been away from home for such a long time since he succeeded to the throne.

The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my old nest!
Outside, he has to be a little apprehensive in everything he does, and he has to keep everything in check.

But as soon as he entered Carmarthenshire, Allen's confidence would be enough!
Here, he can do whatever he wants, even if he makes a mistake, no one dares to do anything to him, at most he will be scolded.

Now, as Bentley drove into the manor, Allen's first thought was whether to let someone catch one or two Welsh thugs and send them to make him happy, to dance and help the returning Master Allen. Add to the fun.

As soon as he got out of the car, Alan's gaze was attracted by several servants carrying sacks.

Seeing that they seemed to be moving things into the warehouse, Allen asked curiously, "What did you buy again? So much?"

"Master. These are letters and gifts from movie fans. They have been sent to the office in the town, but they can't fit there. I'll have someone transport them back and put them in the warehouse. I'll deal with them when you come back."

"Oh!"

Allen nodded. After Huth said this, he understood that Allen was very familiar with the posture in front of him. Many years ago, when he received a love letter from the opposite sex, it was almost the same as this scene.

These days, in addition to phone calls and telegrams, writing letters is still a very mainstream way of communication.

Whether it's personal communication, or any column group, TV station, or various companies, they will often receive letters from users and viewers.

If you are brave enough, you can even write to the queen, but whether the queen can see it is another matter.

Gringos like to engage in this kind of thing, such as TV programs, if they are satisfied with some programs, they will write letters of encouragement, and even send gifts to the column team, and if they are not satisfied, they will even write letters of abuse.

Alan, who hasn't opened a gift for a long time, can't help but feel a little itchy when he sees the current scene, thinking that he was a man who claimed to have thousands of women licking dogs back then!
Every time I go home, I will selectively open some letters and gifts for fun.

This was also one of his favorite ways to relax before joining the army a few years ago.

No man can refuse to make a cup of tea in the mid-afternoon sun, sit quietly, and slowly read the love letters sent to him one after another, right?
(Master readers, do you have to read so many love letters and gifts from suitors every day, so that you can’t spare time to read my book?)
"Ah, I really miss it, Huth, do you still remember the time when you always helped me sort out the letters?"

"Yes, young master, you have inherited the master's title in a blink of an eye. I still remember the way the master got angry and threw all those letters away."

Speaking of the old earl, Huth felt a little sad, after all, he was the old master he had served for so many years.

But right now, people have to look ahead, isn't there still the Second Young Master, Hu Te only hopes that the Second Young Master can live a lifetime in peace.

"Haha, ask someone to send a few packages to my study, I want to take them apart and have a look!"

Allen didn't want to use this topic to continue talking, he just simply recalled the past, instead of an old man like Huth, recalling his father.

A large silver thermos mug with a straw inserted into it.

Allen crossed his legs, and the maid put his feet on his lap and trimmed his toenails.

Looking at the envelopes and mailbags that filled the entire desk, Alan pulled out one and opened it.

The letter was from Bristol, not far from Wales.

Hmm. Skipping the sender's name, Allen opened the letter directly to read the content.

"What kind of shit are the movies you make!Wishing your mom every day in the Gambia, hahahaha Falk! 』

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Allen, who had a smile on his face, froze after reading the first sentence of the letter.

这 是
Be scolded yourself?
How many years have you been?
Since his time travel, only his father has scolded him, but he has never scolded him so badly.

Even when he was serving, the captain who knew his identity would not dare to treat him like this!

Now, I just came home, and the first letter I just opened is like this?

Damn it!
Clenching his fist, Allen put down the letter, grabbed it again and glanced at the sender's address.

Hmm. It was indeed from Bristol, but the sender's name was - Santa Claus?

"???"

What the hell is this shit.

Panting heavily, Allen was a little helpless and furious. Don't worry about this kind of letter signed by Santa Claus.

Swallowing his breath, Allen picked up another large mailbag that looked like a gift.

Use a knife to cut the yellow tape on the outer packaging, and when you open the carton, a slightly smelly grassy smell hits your face. Alan is even a little familiar with this smell.

Pulling closer to the box, Alan's face turned pale when he saw the large black and yellow piece that had dried up, but was extremely familiar!

Especially the thing with a piece of paper attached to it.

"I'll give you a piece of cow dung to taste!"Bitch! 』

This thing is exactly the same as the poop that he used to raise from the Scottish Highland cow that was dyed to look like Shamat!
The taste is so similar!
I turned the box around, and sure enough, the sender's address was posted on the box on the other side.

Inverness, Scotland.

This place is the origin of highland cattle!

These Scotch savages!

Moving his feet, Allen suppressed his voice and said, "Is it fixed?"

"And a toe, sir."

"hurry up!"

Allen was quite irritated, this one is more direct, the signature is just a bunch of letters spelled indiscriminately, damn, how did these things get sent?
I can't find anyone I want to find.

I used to open letters happily, but now they are all these?

(End of this chapter)