While waiting for the helicopter, Garris talked about his hunting experience and the traditional fox hunting sport in England. Every autumn, the nobles would put on hunting clothes and ride on tall horses. They would hunt foxes in the English countryside with hunting dogs and guns. Garris would participate in this activity with his family and friends every year.
Statistics showed that every county in England earned 16 million pounds a year because of fox hunting. There were 50,000 professional fox hunters in England, and about 15% of the farmers in the countryside benefited. However, there were also many people who objected to it.
Garris fell silent as he spoke. William knew what Garris was thinking. Fox hunting was definitely one of the few noble symbols that reflected the nobility's characteristics. If they didn't have their own characteristics, they would be no different from commoners. Therefore, some nobles wanted to take back some of their rights, and Garris was one of them.
However, William thought that this was absolutely impossible. As long as the nobles who had this idea were exposed, they would either be sitting on the bench or be tortured to death. If it wasn't for the fact that the nobles had sacrificed several times more than the commoners in the war more than 60 years ago, the English nobles might have been abolished by the commoners.
However, William wasn't interested in this matter. Even if he inherited the title of Earl in the future, it was impossible for him to mix with the traditional nobles. After all, William had the blood of the Chinese dynasty in him. Since he didn't fit in, William wasn't interested in making friends with people who discriminated against him.
If it wasn't for his grandfather, Henry, who threatened King Philip, the Duke of Devon, and the other nobles with a secret, and the fact that the current Earl of Oxford didn't live up to expectations and couldn't give birth to a child, he definitely wouldn't have inherited the title of Earl of Oxford.
If he wasn't accepted, it was normal that William didn't have the slightest sense of belonging to the noble community. Therefore, in this country full of discrimination, William only talked about benefits when dealing with people. He didn't talk about glory or mission.
He laughed in his heart at Garris and the other nobles who were doing useless things. He turned and sat on a big rock to check the shotgun in his hand.
After a long time, the hesitant Garris suddenly asked William, "Can you guarantee that M will really be killed?"
William stretched and yawned. "That's my business. If I say I can do it, then I can do it. It's better if you don't know the details. Even if something happens, it'll save me the trouble of thinking about how to kill you if you don't know the details. What you should be concerned about is whether you want to take over M's position, or who to find to take over M's position."
"That's nice, you just don't trust anyone."
"Ha, are you guys trustworthy? You're already fighting amongst yourselves, and when you're in trouble, aren't you going to ask for help from a marginal member of the nobility? "
"Sigh," the forest fell into silence again. Garris looked like he was struggling. Finally, he said in a low voice, "If anyone notices anything, the two of us can wait to go to the underground prison for the rest of our lives."
"Don't worry, you'll be the one going. I'll ask you for benefits after the matter is over. No one will believe that M's death has anything to do with me, so I'm sure that day won't come. Besides, there's no place in this world that can trap me."
Garris looked at William with uncertainty. It was as if getting rid of the head of the secret service who had been in power for decades was as easy as eating and drinking. This infected Garris, who had been hesitating, and he made up his mind.
"I hope I don't see Madam M in hell."
"Haha," this was easy to understand. All traitors had to go to hell. Garris didn't want to see M in hell, which meant that he would send M to heaven.
"No problem. Heaven is a good choice for M, whose hands are covered in blood. But if I had to choose, I'd choose hell. I can do whatever I want there."
"That's right. Since you can't go to heaven, you can go to hell and be the boss," Garris said with a smile.
"Okay, we're done talking. Get ready, we should go." William stood up and patted the dirt off his clothes.
"Okay, we're not waiting for the helicopter."
"The person we're waiting for is here." After seven or eight seconds, Garris vaguely heard the sound of a helicopter. He looked at William's back in surprise, thinking about every little thing that had happened since he got to know William. His eyesight, hearing, and physical strength were far better than ordinary people. How exactly did Henry train William?
Although Garris was puzzled, he didn't ask. He knew that even if he asked, William wouldn't answer him. All signs indicated that William was showing off to him, reminding him not to have any ideas about William.
About ten seconds later, a CH-34 helicopter appeared, interrupting Garris's thoughts.
William lit the wet firewood that he had prepared. Soon, the helicopter hovered above William's head. Two people in bright yellow survival suits and helmets slid down the helicopter using ropes.
William made his request loudly to the two people. They nodded to indicate that they understood and gave William a walkie-talkie. The two staff members indicated that William could leave first and that he didn't need to worry about the rest of the matter.
William led Garris out of the forest. On the way back, he hunted a few pheasants that were already protected animals in China for dinner.
He rode his horse back to the stable and handed it over to Old Neil to take care of. When he walked out of the stable, he saw the CH-34 helicopter flying towards him with the wild boar hanging. He used the walkie-talkie to communicate with the helicopter's pilot, asking him to place the wild boar outside the stable.
He then asked the staff in the stable to help unload the first wild boar and the CH-34 helicopter flew back to the forest.
After five trips back and forth, all five wild boars were brought back. William instructed the staff to leave the biggest boar and the one that Garris hunted behind to be made into specimens.
The remaining three wild boars were transported to the castle town in a pickup truck to be slaughtered. When the meat was brought back, William took five kilograms of first-grade pork and left the rest to the staff in the stable to distribute. If they wanted it, they could take it themselves. If they didn't, they didn't have to say anything.
By the time William and Garris sent off the hunters who transported the wild boars to the castle, it was already past six in the evening. When they returned to the castle, they instructed the servants to bring Garris to the guest room for a shower and a change of clothes.
After washing up, William chatted with his mother in the living room on the first floor while waiting for Garris.
Once they entered the living room, William took the initiative to hug his mother. Lena said, "How was your afternoon?"
"Hehe, not bad. I'll take you hunting next time when we have the chance," William said with a smile.
"Forget it, I can't stand the bloody scene. When I was a child, your grandfather took me to hunt grouse. I wanted to vomit when I saw the grouse being badly mutilated by bullets. And every time I came home from hunting, I was covered in mud. It was disgusting."
"Well, Mom, let's not talk about this." William saw that his mother didn't like it, so he changed the subject. "How was your chat with Chef Gordon Ramsay in the afternoon?"
"It's not bad. We reached a verbal agreement. After Chelsea changes ownership, I will build a two-story restaurant near the subway. It will focus on Italian and Spanish dishes. The portions of these two dishes are large and the price is much lower than French dishes.
I intend to attract and give back to the Chelsea fans and residents near the stadium at a low price as a benefit to increase everyone's support for our family's move to Chelsea. What do you think? "
"It's okay. It's a small matter. A Michelin three-star restaurant doesn't make much money in a year. As long as we don't lose money, we can keep it open. Mom, have you thought about expanding the stadium and transforming Chelsea Village?"
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