After settling Sunday's matter, William comfortably hid in the castle for a few days. In the morning, he accompanied Red Rabbit to familiarize itself with the horsemen that Neil Jordan had chosen. He nurtured his relationship with Red Rabbit and watched the horsemen train with Red Rabbit to develop a rapport.
After training, William would lead Red Rabbit for a walk in the field alone. Under the cover of Red Rabbit's mane, he would use nature magic to cleanse its body and improve Red Rabbit's physique.
Taking advantage of the fact that they had just started training, the Red Hare had just passed its third birthday. At this time, it was very normal for its physical fitness and speed to increase. A three-year-old horse was like a sixteen-year-old human teenager who was in the growth period. No one would link the Red Hare's improvement to William.
Just like that, on the third day of testing, Red Rabbit's speed for a kilometer was nearly 67 seconds. It could break the world record of 67 seconds for a Ferghana horse at any time. He learned from Old Neil that Red Rabbit's result for a kilometer was still incomparable to a pure-blooded English horse.
However, the St. Liege Championship was a short to medium distance race of 2800 meters. Red Rabbit would only show its strength in the middle and latter stages. Ferghana horses were famous for their stamina, and Red Rabbit's stamina was definitely one of the best among Ferghana horses.
Old Neil was very confident about the competition. After participating in the St. Liege Championship, the first leg of next year's Triple Crown, the Kentucky Derby, would have to wait until May. There were seven to eight months in between, giving Red Rabbit plenty of opportunities to participate in first-class competitions in various countries. It could increase its experience and strength to attempt the Triple Crown.
William was looking forward to becoming the owner of the champion horse. When money reached a certain level, wouldn't everyone compete in achievements, fame, honor, and social influence?
And being the owner of the champion horse was definitely an honor that the rich would scramble for. The Triple Crown had not appeared in the past thirty years since Secretariat in the seventies. William's impression was that a horse named Pharaoh had won the Triple Crown fifteen years later.
William was determined to win the Triple Crown next year. Once Red Hare won the Triple Crown in American horse racing, the price of Red Hare would definitely skyrocket. Even the price of the horses in his manor would also rise, although the increase would not be too much.
However, William was a man with cheats. As long as there was another champion horse, the Devonshire Stud Farm would definitely become one of the best in the world. William would never let go of this opportunity to make money and improve the reputation of the Devonshire family.
After casting nature magic on Red Rabbit, William handed the horse's reins to Old Neil. Seeing Red Rabbit look back reluctantly as Old Neil led it away, William sighed inwardly. Horses were the same as humans. The only one who could give benefits was Sir.
After returning to the castle and having dinner with his mother, William sat alone on the sofa in the living room as he watched the news anchor report on the execution of England's secret service agents.
Upon seeing this, William knew that it was time to resolve the matter. During the day, Garris had called him several times, forcing William to return to London to help him. William used the excuse that he was already on the move to appease Garris.
However, on the way back to the castle, Garris received another call from Garris. During the call, Garris said some harsh words to William for the first time. He could not hold on any longer because secret service agents whose identities had been exposed had been killed.
The worst thing was that the beheading had been filmed and mailed to the television stations. And some shameless television stations in England would not let go of such a huge incident that would cause a stir in society. They did not care if it would cause chaos in English society or leak the secret. They directly broadcast the video to the entire England.
William repeatedly assured Garris that he would take care of the leak this time and catch the mastermind behind it. Only then did Garris calm down.
The reason why William had not taken action was that he was waiting for Bond, Craig, to return. With 007 leading the charge, why would he need to do it himself?
Besides, it was not as if William had not prepared anything. He had sent the suicide squad to Los Leones to be on standby, waiting for Craig to return to help him. The two armed helicopters and other weapons and equipment had been placed in Malaysia, the neighbor of Los Leones, by the arms dealer Yuriolov.
But after waiting for more than ten days, that bastard Craig still had not returned to England. Could he really be dead? William thought with some worry in his heart.
Worried, William put on his headset and said to the air, "Sunday, establish the mission. The target is Daniel Craig. His identity is currently 007. He should be in Morocco for the next few months. Pay attention to the bars in remote areas. He is seriously injured and cannot go to a big hospital. He can only rely on drinking to numb the pain."
"Understood, the mission has been established and is being executed. Please wait a moment, sir."
After a few minutes, Sunday's voice came from the headset, "Sir, I found a video suspected to be Mr. Craig in a seaside pub in Tangier, Morocco's port. Through comparison, there is a 90% chance that it is Mr. Kroger."
"What is he doing?" William felt relieved. At the same time, he cursed Kroger. Now was the time when he needed him. Since he was not dead, why didn't he return to England?
"Sir, Mr. Craig just finished drinking. He seems to be going to a lady's house like before."
Was he planning to find a woman? "Can you transfer the video to the TV in front of me?"
"No problem, sir. I can enter the cable TV station's line to transmit the video, but the bottom level command does not allow me to do so. This requires your authorization."
"Hehe, very good, send it over." William was very satisfied with this. What he needed was an intelligent system that was obedient and non-threatening. After a few seconds, the TV in front of William turned into a somewhat blurry video.
This should have been taken by a street camera. The person who looked like Craig was knocking on the door of a small wooden house by the sea. Then, a blurry woman's shadow opened the door and hugged Craig as they walked into the wooden house.
Was this bastard on vacation to enjoy life? He didn't look like he was escaping at all. I've been waiting for you to be my fighter, and you're actually in the mood to work out with a beauty.
William angrily said to Sunday, "Is there a phone in the wooden house? If there is, help me call it. "
"Understood, sir."
As soon as Sunday finished speaking, the phone in William's hand automatically connected to a number. 'Beep, beep, beep'.
Soon, a panting female voice came from the Bluetooth headset in French, "Who are you looking for?"
"Damn it." Hearing the panting, he knew what the two were doing. "Ask the person beside you to answer the phone."
There was a pause in the headset for a few seconds before the female voice came. "Alex is looking for you."
"Hello."
Craig didn't speak. William understood his concerns. To put it nicely, Craig was recuperating. To put it bluntly, he was a deserter. If he was caught, he might be killed immediately.
William said unhappily, "Alex? When did you have this name? "
Craig immediately recognized William's voice and tensed up. After a few seconds of silence, his forehead began to sweat. He nervously walked to the window with the landline and cautiously looked outside.
Craig, who wasn't originally from the Special Task Force, should be relieved. He knew what William's family did before. For a secret service like him who was in hiding, the last thing he wanted to face was someone like the Devonshire family who specialized in dealing with two ghosts.
After observing for a long time, the street was surprisingly quiet. Craig said with a dispirited expression, "What's going to come has come."
"What?" William asked in confusion.
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