British 1986

Holding the document in his hand, Boris had a headache. These requirements were easy to achieve individually, but when combined, they were concentrated on one person.

Hey, if you can’t find it, you still have to bear legal responsibility!

In early December, the climate in the Carmarthen area continued to cool down. Although the first heavy snow had not yet fallen, the temperature had already dropped to single digits above zero.

Allen held the reins in his left hand, and his body rose and fell with the ups and downs of the horse under his crotch.

There was nothing much going on this morning. After breakfast, Allen had the rare desire to ride a horse for a walk. He headed west along the creek not far from the manor and went down the river. He didn't care how fast the horse walked, just let it think. Just go as you go.

After nearly a month of preparations, all aspects of work were carried out in an orderly manner. It was time for actor interviews in the next two days. But when it came to this moment, Allen always felt that he had overlooked something, but there were too many things to think about recently, and he I can't remember it for a moment.

"Da da da"

There was a brisk sound of horse hooves on the ground. After Hu Te saw Allen from a distance on his horse, he slightly changed direction and rushed here.

"Master! There is something!"

"What's wrong?"

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

"???"

His left hand subconsciously pulled the reins, and the horse's steps paused and its tail flicked.

"This old guy Den, is he selling off his family property and running away? Hughes didn't tell me that."

Allen never expected that Hughes had not even sent him any benefits. In just one month, Fox would actually sneak away like this?

Are you too embarrassed to hang out in Wales and are you ready to go to the United States?

But there's no good way for you to go, must you go to Llanelli?

Don’t you know whose territory that is?

"What time do they ship?"

When something like this happened, of course Allen had to join in the fun, help out, and see off the old Viscount.

Hu Te looked at his watch and said, "Master, they still have two hours and twenty minutes before they can board the ship. If you want to go, do you need to notify the port to detain them?"

"No! You're a guest from afar. Let's go back. I want to take a shower first and then meet this old guy!"

The port of Llanelli is no different from what it was two months ago. In such a remote area, development has almost come to a standstill. In addition, this port is originally a small port, and there are not many shipping ships passing by. The dock looks very deserted. .

Viscount Fox is over seventy years old and has a full head of white hair. The half-long white hair is combed back and tied into a small braid.

There are wrinkles and grooves on his face, and his chin protrudes slightly forward, with an air of calmness and self-importance.

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

More than seventy years! He has lived in this land where he was born and raised for more than seventy years. He never thought that he would be reduced to this situation now that he was not safe.

His request to see His Highness came to nothing. He, a dignified Viscount, could not even meet His Highness's request. He was chased like a dog, and several businesses in his family were bankrupt.

He knew the secrets here, and the other party was well prepared, but he couldn't resist. Now he could only rush to sell off the assets that could be sold before the other party took action. Even the old manor at home was sold at a low price. , and only then a sum of funds was raised.

"Master! Look!" Steward Nesri leaned on a crutch and came to Fox's side, pointing in the distance.

Fox's eyes were not yet dim. He looked in the direction Nesri pointed and saw two cars driving towards this direction.

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

"It should be him."

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

Today, Allen rarely wore a full set of equipment, a woolen coat, a top hat, and a civilized stick in his hand. Compared with the slightly down-and-out Viscount Fox, Allen now looks more like a decadent aristocratic lord.

Looking at the path that the Fox family had made way for, Allen was not even interested in looking at them. All he could see now was the white-haired Viscount Fox opposite him, who was dressed like an elderly artist.

"How dare you trouble your lordship?"

Fox stared at Allen expressionlessly. His knowledge of Allen was limited to limited legends, but now through the butler's description, this Allen is very different from the description in the previous legends. Although this guy looks young, he is They have the same fierceness as the Hill family!

"What's the trouble? No trouble! You're leaving. If I don't come to see you, what if you die on the road? Then I won't be able to see you one last time?"

Allen was smiling, but he was saying the most vicious words. In Great Britain, even if a noble commits a crime, he cannot die. This is a rule that even he cannot change, but...

Older people, you can be angry with him. What if he can't take a breath and is angry to death?

"Alan! You!"

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

"Um?"

The smile on Allen's face quickly disappeared, and he turned around with an expressionless expression as if he had just discovered Nesri. He suddenly pulled out the civilization stick he was holding in his left hand with his right hand, flicked it with the handle, and hit the stick hard. Hit Nesri on the head!

"boom!"

"ah!"

"Clang."

All this happened too fast, the muffled sound of the civilized stick hitting Nesri's head, Nesri's screams, and the sound of the crutches hitting the ground after he fell were all intertwined.

Before Viscount Fox could react, Allen put on a smile again. He held up the civilized stick and looked at it. The handle was already stained with a little red blood. He curled his lips. Allen picked up the hem of Fox's shirt and held it. This is how you pick up your own civilized stick.

"When the master was talking, the dog actually dared to interrupt. Your servants are really uneducated. Tell me, am I right to beat him?"

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

This scene brought back bad memories for him. A few years ago, there was a scene similar to the one now. The man named Kano Hill also beat him hard and with a smile. Suddenly, when Fox faced Allen now, he was 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, you are right, it was my lax discipline."

Swinging his right hand backwards twice quickly, Viscount Fox signaled the chaotic Jia Xiao to stay away from him.

"beep!"

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