While waiting for the helicopter, Garris talked about some hunting experiences and the traditional sport of fox hunting in England. Every autumn, nobles would put on hunting uniforms, mount tall horses, and hunt foxes in the English countryside with shotguns and dogs.
Reese himself participates in this event every year with his family and friends.
Statistics show that each county in England earns an average of 16 million pounds a year from fox hunting. There are 50,000 professional fox hunters in England, benefiting about 15% of farmers living in the countryside. However, there are also many opponents.
many.
Garris fell silent as he spoke. William knew what Garris was thinking. Fox hunting is definitely one of the few symbols of nobles that can embody the characteristics of nobles. If they even lose their own characteristics, then it will really be the same as
There is no difference between ordinary people, so some nobles want to take back some of their rights. Garris is also one of these people.
But this is absolutely impossible in William's opinion. As long as the nobles who have this idea are exposed, they will either sit on the bench or be punished to death.
His blood gave him a chance to breathe, and maybe the English nobility had been deposed by the people.
However, William is not interested in this matter. Even if he inherits the title of earl in the future, he will not be able to get along with the traditional nobles. After all, William has the blood of the Great Celestial Dynasty. Since he is out of place, William has no interest in making friends with people who discriminate against him in his heart.
If my grandfather Henry hadn't threatened King Philip with secrets, the Duke of Devon and other nobles, plus the current Earl of Oxford himself was unsatisfactory and couldn't have a son or a half, the Earl of Oxford's inheritance rights would definitely not go to him.
If he is not accepted by others, it is normal for William to have no sense of belonging to the aristocratic group. Therefore, in this country full of discrimination, William only talks about interests, not glory, mission, etc. when dealing with anyone.
In his mind, he laughed at Garris and the other nobles for doing useless work. He turned around and walked to a big rock to sit down and check the shotgun in his hand.
After a long time, the hesitant Garris suddenly said to William: "Can you guarantee that m will really be killed?"
"Ah,,," he dozed off after waiting for this sentence, William stretched and yawned, "That's my business, if I say I can do it, I will do it. You still don't know the specific content.
Okay, even if something happens, if you don’t know the details, I’ll save you the trouble, so as not to think about how to silence you. What you should be concerned about is whether you want to replace m, or who to find to replace m.”
"That's nice to say, you just don't trust anyone."
"Ha, are you trustworthy? We are all fighting each other. If you encounter difficulties, can't you only ask me, a marginalized member of the noble family, for help?"
"Hey", the forest fell into silence again, Garris had a struggling look on his face, and finally said in a low voice: "If anyone notices anything, the two of us will wait to spend the rest of our lives in the black field prison."
"Don't worry, it's you who have to go. The benefits I seek from you will be obtained openly after the matter is over. Without entangled interests, who would believe that M's death is related to me, so I will definitely not have that day, and in this world
There is no place on earth that can trap me.”
Garris looked at the relaxed William in confusion, as if getting rid of a secret service leader who had been in power for decades was as easy as eating and drinking. This involuntarily affected Garris, who had been hesitant, and made up his mind.
"I hope I don't see Mrs. M in hell".
"Haha" is easy to understand. All betrayers will go to hell. Garris doesn't want to see m in hell, which means he will send m to heaven.
"No problem, going to heaven would be a good choice for M with his hands full of blood, but if I had to choose, I would choose hell, where I can do whatever I want."
"That's right, since you can't go to heaven anyway, then go to hell and become the boss," Garris said with a smile as he narrowed his eyes.
"Okay, let's finish talking and get ready. It's time for us to leave." William stood up and patted the dirt on his body.
"Well, we can't wait for the helicopter."
"The person you were waiting for is here." After seven or eight seconds, Garris vaguely heard the sound of the helicopter. He looked at William's back in surprise, thinking about every detail after contacting William. His eyesight, hearing, strength and physical strength were far beyond normal.
Man, what method did Henry use to train William?
However, although Garris was confused, he did not ask. He knew that even if he asked, William would not answer him. There were various signs that William was demonstrating to him, reminding him not to put his thoughts on William.
Ten seconds later, a CH-34 transport helicopter appeared and interrupted Garris's contemplation.
William lit the wet firewood he had prepared, and soon the helicopter hovered over William's head. Two people wearing bright yellow survival suits and helmets slid down from the helicopter on ropes.
William stated the request loudly to the two of them, and the other party nodded to indicate that they understood, and gave William a walkie-talkie for easy communication. The two staff members indicated that William could leave first, and he did not need to worry about the rest.
Taking Garris out of the forest, William shot a few pheasants, which are already protected animals in the Great Celestial Empire, for dinner on the way back.
He rode his horse back to the stable and handed the horse to Old Neil to take care of. When he walked out of the stable, he saw the CH-34 transport helicopter carrying the wild boar flying towards him. He used the walkie-talkie to communicate with the helicopter pilot and asked him to release the wild boar.
outside the stable,
Then he asked the staff in the stable to help, and the CH-34 unloaded the first wild boar and flew towards the forest.
After going back and forth 5 times to transport all 5 wild boars back, William ordered his men to leave the largest one and the one Garris had hunted for someone to prepare them for taxidermy.
The remaining three wild boars were transported by pickup truck to the castle town to be slaughtered. After the meat was transported back, William took 5 kilograms of pork marked first-class, and let the stable staff distribute the rest by themselves.
Take it, don't say anything if you don't want it.
By the time William and Garris sent away the taxidermist who had come to the castle to transport the wild boar, it was already past 6 pm. They returned to the castle and asked the servants to take Garris to the guest room to take a shower and change clothes.
After William finished washing, he chatted with his mother in the hall on the first floor and waited for Garris.
As soon as he entered the hall, William took the initiative to hug his mother, and Lina said: "How was your afternoon?"
"Hehe, it's not bad. I'll take you hunting next time I have a chance," William said with a smile.
"No, I can't stand the bloody scenes. When I was a child, your grandfather took me to hunt grouse. When I saw the grouse's bloody flesh and blood from the bullets, I wanted to vomit. And every time I came home from hunting, I was covered in mud.
,too disgusting".
"Okay, Mom, let's not talk about this anymore." Seeing that his mother didn't like it, William changed the topic and said, "How was your chat with Chef Gordon Ramsay this afternoon?"
"It's not bad. We reached an agreement verbally. After Chelsea changes ownership, I will build a two-story restaurant near the subway, specializing in Italian and Spanish dishes. These two dishes are large in portion and cheaper than French dishes.
much lower,
I plan to use low to medium prices to attract and give back to Chelsea fans and residents near the stadium, as a benefit to increase everyone's support for our family to settle in Chelsea, what do you think?"
"It's okay, it's all a trivial matter. A Michelin three-star restaurant won't make much money in a year. As long as we don't lose money, we can keep opening it. Mom, have you ever thought about expanding the stadium and renovating Chelsea Village?"