Four hundred and ninetieth chapters Earl of Devonhill
The media and the public have been turbulent about the cause of death of the old Earl of Oxford for nearly a week, and finally calmed down after the old countess issued a medical certificate from Oxford Medical College.
Since there is no hint of conspiracy, the focus of people and the media has returned to William's inheritance of the earldom.
After confirming that the old earl's death was an accident, the noble council delayed for several days and finally sent a notice to William, asking him to go to the noble council at 10 a.m. three days later to register and officially inherit the title of Earl of Oxford.
Less than half an hour after the news reached William, it was broadcast by the media. At that time, he was the richest earl in the world, the most handsome nobleman in the world, the nobleman with the most land in England, and so on.
Press it on his head.
It even broke out that Devonshire Castle was building a 140-acre racecourse with more than 230 pureblood sweathorses.
People in the horse industry learned that it would cost at least 50 million pounds to buy more than 230 of the best blood horses on the market this year. In addition, William also spent another 50 million pounds to build a building for these horses.
At a super five-star racecourse, everyone who heard the news that day looked like they had seen a ghost.
Anyone who owns more than a dozen thoroughbred horses these days is considered a big horse owner, let alone someone like William who buys them in units of hundreds and doesn't use money as money at all.
However, what the people of England cannot accept is that there is not a single English thoroughbred horse in the entire Devonshire Racecourse.
The only horse that is not sweat-blooded is the pure black Arabian horse privately owned by William's mother. Many people complained about how much William loves Asian horses.
As soon as the news came out, William immediately became the most ardent supporter of sweat horses in the world.
Before the public and the media could ridicule William for not understanding horses and only looking at appearance rather than results, the English media published a new story about how Red Rabbit had won two first-level speed championships during this period.
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Red Rabbit, who was only known in the English horse racing community for a while, soon became famous in the global horse racing community. When horse fans learned that Red Rabbit broke the record in the St. Regis Stakes in England in September,
The value of Red Rabbit immediately increased more than tenfold. Within a few days, a desert tycoon prince tried to contact William. He even joked and told reporters directly that if William was willing, he would immediately offer 20 million pounds to buy Red Rabbit.
But in the end, the prince said helplessly that no one could buy the beloved things of a super rich man worth more than 30 billion U.S. dollars.
As soon as the interview was broadcast, people immediately put aside the horse issue, because 99% of the people's attention was deeply attracted by the prince's statement that William is worth more than 30 billion U.S. dollars.
Many people dug out newspapers from two months ago, which clearly stated that William's net worth was only about 14 billion U.S. dollars. Looking at the newspapers they just read, a sense of powerlessness spread throughout their bodies involuntarily.
Of course, anyone with a little knowledge knows that this 14 billion figure is definitely inaccurate, but even if it is inaccurate, they can't accept it. Just two months later, a wealthy prince stupidly told them directly that William earned 16 billion in two months.
Dollars, we are crazy and you, the idiot prince, are a fool.
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Time passed quietly amid the outside discussion about William's worth.
Three days later, at 8:30 in the morning, William, who was wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt, black vest, and black tie, gave his left hand to his mother, who had been back in London for several days.
Waving goodbye to Abigail, who smiled reluctantly, she walked out of the main building of the manor and got into a four-horse carriage marked with the deer-head emblem of the Devonshire family.
There was not only a carriage in the sky, but also dozens of knights riding horses, wearing knight's uniforms, bright gold metal helmets, and bearing the flag of the Earl of Oxford, specially prepared for him by Philip in front and behind the carriage.
William didn't have to worry about these honor guards at all. They were all handled by royal professionals. All he had to do was sit in a carriage and sign.
There are not so many red tapes for inheriting a title these days. You only need to go to the Parliament of Nobles to register, then go to Buckingham Palace to meet Philip, issue official documents, and the inheritance ceremony is completed. If you want to celebrate in the streets, you have to go back to yourself.
to the fiefdom.
But the Earl of Oxford's fiefdom is the 3,000 acres of land that William bought back before. He sold it once and bought it back. Of course the land is yours, but if you want to collect taxes on these 3,000 acres of land, you'd better go to bed early.
Nowadays, nobility and title fiefdoms are no different from private land except for a trivial tax, so William doesn't care whether the fiefdom is fiefdom or not.
The most important thing is that this thing is not something he can have if he wants to. Thinking so much is just asking for trouble, and he does not live off the taxes on the fiefdom.
Moreover, if he can really be promoted to a duke, the tax rights on the 34,000 acres of land will definitely have to be given up, otherwise it will add a lot of difficulties to the promotion.
As for the issue of wearing the count's full attire, royal experts told him and his mother Lina that except for collective celebrations now, if you wear it out, you will definitely be laughed at and disliked.
After everything was ready, the team started to set off. It was not far from his home to the Noble Parliament, and it only took twenty minutes by carriage.
To William's surprise, when his carriage left the manor, he saw London citizens and tourists on both sides of Kensington Garden Street all the way to the House of Lords visiting and waving to him.
Looking at the smiles on the faces of the citizens and the waving flags, William finally didn't feel like a monkey.
This made his mother Lina who was accompanying him very excited, and the hand holding William's arm was shaking a little. For her, she had been waiting for this moment for nearly ten years.
Thinking of the risks his mother took in order for him to inherit the title, William was moved and grateful. He patted Lina's hand and comforted her, "Mom, don't get excited. Many people are watching?"
"I know, I know, I'm just so happy." Lina took a few deep breaths and relaxed her mood with a bright smile on her face, "I'm proud of you, my child."
"Haha, the person who should be grateful is me, mom. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now." William grabbed his mother's hand and said with sincere gratitude.
The two of them waved to the audience on the roadside and arrived at the Parliament of Nobles. William and other attendants wearing traditional English attendant uniforms opened the door, got off the carriage first and helped his mother get out of the carriage.
He waved to the camera not far away and the audience on the street, and then was led into the House of Nobles.
He swore an oath, signed, and kept signing, but William signed all these documents after having his personal lawyer Anthony and his team read them.
After going through all the procedures, I thanked the staff of the Noble Council and some people who came spontaneously, and after dealing with these,
William asked his mother to stay with Anthony and the others, and walked to the old earl's widow, who looked haggard but was only in her 30s, and said, "Thank you for everything you have done, Ms. Margery."