British 1986

"Master, welcome home! Carl, you have worked hard too."

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

Hu Te stood by the car, treated Allen with 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'm not going back, young master. I'm just transferring flights here. Over there in the United States, after I go back, it's time to start the follow-up plan."

"Okay! If you need anything, please contact me as soon as possible."

Allen nodded, and with Hu Te's help, he got into the car first.

Karl and Huth looked up and looked at each other. They looked at each other and smiled. Karl bent down slightly, imitating Huth's behavior just now, and also saluted Allen.

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

Hu Te's appearance is not bad, he is polite and elegant, and when he does some ceremonial actions, he looks very pleasing to the eye.

But old Carl

This guy looks like a catfish, low and strong. There is no beauty in his salute, but it feels a bit funny.

After more than half a month, Allen returned to the manor. Although there was no change from before leaving, Allen was still a little emotional.

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

The gold and silver nests are not as good as my old nest!

Outside, he has to be a little cautious in everything he does, and he has to be restrained in everything he does.

But as soon as he entered Carmarthenshire, Alan's confidence was 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 the Bentley drove into the manor, Alan's first thought was to have one or two Welsh scoundrels captured and brought to him to have a good time and dance and help the returning Master Alan. Add to the fun.

As soon as he got out of the car, Allen's eyes were 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 written for you by movie fans. They were sent to the office in the town. They can't be loaded there, so I'll have them shipped back and put in the warehouse first, and I'll deal with them when you come back."

"oh!"

Allen nodded. When Hu Te said this, he understood. 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 similar to this scene.

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

Whether it is personal communication, program groups, TV stations, or various companies, they will often receive letters from users and viewers.

If you are brave enough, you can even write a letter to the Queen, but the Queen cannot see it, so that's another story.

Gringos like to do this, such as TV shows. If they are satisfied with some programs, they will write letters of encouragement or even send gifts to the program team. If they are not satisfied, they will even write letters of abuse.

Allen, who hadn't opened a gift for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he saw the current scene. He thought back then he was a man who claimed to have thousands of women licking his dogs!

Every time I go home, I selectively open some letters and gifts as a pleasure.

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 sunshine, sit down quietly, and slowly read one love letter after another sent to him, right?

(Dear readers, do you have to read so many love letters and gifts from your suitors every day that you can’t spare the time to read my book?)

"Ah, I miss you so much. Hu Te, do you still remember the time when you always helped me clean up my mail?"

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

Speaking of the old count, Hu Te was a little sad. After all, he was the old master he had served for so many years.

But now, people have to look forward, isn't there still the second young master here? Hu Te just hopes that the second young master can live a peaceful life.

"Haha, let someone send a few packages to my study. I want to open them and take a look!"

Allen didn't want to use this topic to continue talking. He just simply recalled the past, not an old man like Hu Te who recalled his father.

A large silver thermos cup with a straw on it.

Alan crossed his legs and the maid put his feet on his thighs and trimmed his toenails.

Looking at the envelopes and parcels that were placed all over the desk, Allen randomly picked out one and opened it.

The letter was from Bristol, not far from Wales.

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

"What kind of bullshit are the movies you make!" I wish your mother could go to The Gambia every day, hahahaha, Fak! 』

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

This is

Have you been scolded?

How many years have it been?

Since he time traveled, only his father had scolded him, but he had never scolded him so harshly.

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

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

Damn you!

Allen clenched his fist, put down the letter, grabbed it again and looked at the sender's address.

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

"???"

What the hell is this?

Breathing heavily, Allen was a little helpless and furious. For a letter signed like Santa Claus, there was no need to think about it. It must have been a prank by the sender. He couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on.

After taking a breath, Allen picked up another large mail bag that looked like a gift.

Use a knife to cut open the yellow tape on the outer packaging. As soon as you open the carton, a slightly smelly grassy smell hits your face. This smell is even a little familiar to Allen.

Pulling the box closer, Allen's face turned pale when he saw the large piece of black and yellow color that had dried but was very familiar!

Especially since there was a piece of paper attached to that piece.

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

This piece of stuff is exactly the same as the poop produced by the Scottish Highland cow he raised before that was dyed to look like a killer!

The taste is so similar!

I turned the box around, and sure enough, on the other side of the box, there was the sender's address.

Inverness, Scotland.

This place is the origin of highland cattle!

These Scottish barbarians!

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

"And a toe, Master."

"hurry up!"

Allen was quite irritated. This one was more direct. The signature was just a bunch of scrambled letters. Damn it, how did these things get sent?

I couldn't find anyone even if I tried to find him.

I used to be happily opening letters, but now it’s all about this?