I Am a Nobleman in England

　　　　 "Cough cough cough..."

　　 Arthur, who didn't want to accept this reality, coughed violently, tugging at the wounds on his body and head, pains and pains, making his face paler.

　　 Said that a large expanse of rural scenery, ancient and exquisite buildings, vibrant green plants and flowers, and clear and demure rivers. . . What about the most romantic and comfortable life of the most desirable British aristocracy?

　　 Everything is just an illusion of falling into a fairy tale world he imagined. . .

　　 A tabloid that needs to keep the publishing house's meager profit and blood transfusion, a debt of one million pounds, he wants to drag him to death!

　　 Sell! Must be sold!

　　 Stay away from debt!

　　 Debt, that is, owing money, this is a modern slavery!

　　 In the past, people could voluntarily participate in work. If they were not slaves, they were either farmers or laborers, so they would be controlled by their masters.

　　 But now it is debt, a new slavery system. . . If you have too much debt, you will have to work constantly, trying to pay it off, whether it is in England or the United States, it is ridiculous that the interest rate is as high as 12% to 25%, but In contrast, when the bank's loan cost may only be two, three or four percent, this is ridiculous.

　　 So do everything possible to stay away from debt!

But don’t worry. After all, this "Southern Daily Echo" is an important family asset of the Boleyn family and one of the important signs that the Boleyn family is based in today’s British society. It has a history of more than 100 years. Really sell it regardless, he Arthur Bolin may still be ridiculed by people in the aristocratic circle.

　　 "Paul, how much money is available in the account?"

　　 "...There is less than 60,000 pounds left."

Hey. . .

　　 Arthur sighed inwardly. It seems that I don’t need to think about the rich N-generation aristocratic life that I want for the time being. If I don’t solve these debts first, let alone the aristocratic life, I can’t even enjoy life in the middle generation.

"By the way, Paul, you asked Attorney James to help me recover the tuition for the remaining half semester from the Castle School of Management. I only had half a semester, and they expelled me, but I paid a year 3 Ten thousand pounds in tuition."

　　 "Ahem..."

When Paul’s butler heard his young earl’s decision to be completely shameless and confess the money, a sense of shame came from the bottom of his heart, he coughed awkwardly, and nodded with a wry smile, “I’ll talk to James, but you Don’t hope too much, the college may not agree to withdraw the tuition..."

　　 "Sue them if you don't return, if you can know a little bit, you can't make them cheaper!"

Arthur didn’t care about the embarrassment on Paul’s butler’s face. He said with a very firm attitude that if you want face, you will suffer a loss of 10,000 pounds. In the current economic predicament, he, the new earl, is absolutely If you don't know how to swell your face and fill your body with fat, how much can you sell your face?

　　 Although richness and nobility are not the same thing, but without money, no one cares about it, no one cares, but it will become the ridicule of others. In today's world, the rich are the uncles!

　　 "咚咚——"

When the atmosphere in the ward became embarrassing again, the door of the ward was knocked. Before Paul stood up and opened the door, the door was pushed open. A man with strong facial features, strong lines, brown hair, and wearing a A tall girl with a white heart and a pair of jeans walked in.

　　 "Puff—"

　　 "Chuck, Arthur, you are really miserable this time, you are all mummified..."

　　 Some gleeful laughter and ridiculous teasing made the corners of Arthur's mouth lying on the wound and his face very ugly. Eddie Boleyn, his compatriot cheap sister.

Arthur forced his headache, frowned and just opened his mouth. When he wanted to instinctively return, he saw another girl coming in behind the cheap sister. Her pupils couldn't help but her pupils shrank, and his heart throbbed. I didn't expect to see a face I knew very well in this situation.

　　 Dragon Mom——Daenerys Targaryen!

Nonsence. . . No, it's Emilia Clarke.

　　Fifty-five points are petite, but the curve is very graceful, which makes people covetous. Long hair shawl, sweet looks, fair skin with correct facial features, a little bit of jasper, wearing a cute denim vest and a pair of white cropped trousers, frowning, looking worriedly For himself, Arthur and her stared at each other, and they saw a trace of disappointment and worry.

　　 Fuck! Isn't it? With this look, is it possible that his predecessor and Long Ma have a tui?

　　 Send Dragon Mom to the start?

　　 This is the rhythm to be fried!

　　 Wait, it shouldn’t be, if the two really have a tui, then why is there no memory of Emilia in the conscious memory I receive?

　　 "How about it, is the injury serious this time?"

　　 At this moment, Eddie, who had finished hugging with Paul the butler, sat on the stool next to the wound, looked at Arthur with a joking expression, and said with a ‘caring’ greeting.

　　 "Hehe, I can't die! So, you want to wait for me to die, so that the idea of ​​inheriting my inheritance can be dispelled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com..." Arthur replied very vigorously.

"Go to hell!" Eddie raised his eyebrows and raised his **** at Arthur in disdain, then turned his head to complain to Emilia: "I've already said that this **** is as strong as a cow and can't die. I just don’t understand why you care about this muscular idiot so much..."

Arthur's eyes brightened and he cast his gaze on Long Ma, and noticed that there were two red clouds on her fair and pretty face, her eyes flickered, and a somewhat unnatural smile on her face said to Eddie: "Everyone is friend..."

　　 "Cut! Who knows what happened to you that night..."

　　 "Ahem..."

Butler Paul really couldn’t listen to the conversation between these three young people, especially the vulgar conversation, which was a mockery and contempt for the education of the nobility of the Bolling family, so after a little cough, he rushed to the three of them. After nodding, he exited the ward very gracefully.

"Pedant!"

Eddie curled his lips. She had no good attitude towards the die-hard butler of her dead lunatic father. Although the other party looked at her growing up, but for those old-fashioned etiquette and norms, to her, it was nothing. A while of torture.

"Are you OK?"

　　 "Nothing, just keep it for a few days. Thank you for coming to see me."

Seeing Emilia’s worried and concerned expression, Arthur squeezed out a smile. Although he couldn’t remember whether the two of them had a tui or not, he knew from the memory fragments of drunken lives and dreams that he was a predecessor. There is no shortage of women's scum, and listening to the meaning of the cheap sister's words, the two have been alone for a night. It can't be said that the two are really in a negative distance relationship.

　　 Okay, I don’t feel any psychological pressure to take my own disk. . .