Outside the castle, William specially got Sunday to release a number of Blackblade drones in preparation to take pictures of the watch on Wilson's wrist.
By secretly sending the pictures to the media, it would definitely appear in the news that Wilson still had the detector on his wrist when he walked into the castle, but it was gone when he left the castle.
By spending some money on the tabloids, all kinds of real and fake reports would appear in less than a day. William had even prepared a few articles about the wristwatch detector having problems or that the technology had yet to mature.
Wilson put the new detector into his pocket and picked out his hunting rifle. He followed William, who was also dressed in a hunting suit, out of the castle and walked to the stable.
The staff who had received the notice earlier brought Wilson and his bodyguards to pick a horse.
William greeted the eight professional hunters who had come out of the castle town with their hunting dogs.
"Good morning, Boss."
The stable's supervisor, Neil Jordan, looked worriedly at Red Rabbit which became excited the moment it saw William. "Boss, Red Rabbit is now a champion horse. It's really not suitable for hunting. It would be a huge loss if something were to happen."
William was not someone who would not listen to advice. He patted Red Rabbit's head and said, "Bring Red Rabbit back to the stable. I'll visit it when I'm back in the afternoon."
"Alright, alright, Boss." Old Neil saw William agree so readily and hurriedly shouted to the horse trainer and stable boy who were equally nervous, "Quickly bring Red Rabbit back to the stable and get a horse for Boss."
He did not argue with Old Neil and rode on the Ferghana horse that the old man had prepared for him. He hung his hunting rifle and waited for Wilson to come out on his horse. The two of them led the four bodyguards who were also riding horses out of the stable under the guidance of the eight hunters.
With the eight professional hunters leading the way and more than twenty hunting dogs, William and Wilson hunted two wild boars and more than ten rabbits in less than two hours.
At noon, William heard Sunday's reply that the news regarding Wilson had been released. He said to the excited Wilson, "Alright, let's go back for lunch. We'll talk about the distribution of goods to the desert region in the afternoon."
Wilson, who rarely came out to hunt, heard this and held back his unhappiness as he nodded in agreement.
The group of people spent half an hour riding back to the stable. William took out a roll of pounds and threw it to the head of the hunters, Old Hunter. "We won't be going out in the afternoon. Help me clean up the wild boars and rabbits and send the good ones to the castle. You can keep the rest for yourselves."
"Alright, Mr. Devonshire."
Old Hunter caught a roll of pounds and immediately knew that there were at least three thousand pounds in it. Splitting it among the eight of them, they had earned four hundred pounds in one morning. Old Hunter was overjoyed, but at the same time, he hoped that William would go hunting every day. Unfortunately, this was just a thought.
Old Hunter took off his hat and bowed slightly to express his gratitude. "Thank you for your reward. May the Devonshire family prosper, my lord."
"Haha," William laughed when he heard Old Hunter call him master. "Alright, you can change the way you address me after I inherit the title of count. It's not appropriate now."
Riding on his horse, he pulled down the brim of his hat and nodded in return. "Goodbye, Old Hunter."
Then he nodded slightly to the other seven hunters.
The hunters hurriedly bowed back respectfully.
They had only worked for half a day and they had already received a day's worth of pay. Looking at Old Hunter's appearance, it seemed like the amount was not small.
In addition, the news that William had bought 3.4 acres of land around the town had spread. Those who lived in the town would not be able to leave the Devonshire family in the future.
Therefore, everyone followed Old Hunter's example and bowed. This made William, who had always been dismissive of the aristocratic lifestyle, feel very happy.
A sense of historical novelty arose spontaneously in his heart. He suddenly understood why the aristocrats who had experienced being superior to others would rather struggle than give up the aristocratic tradition.
After watching the hunter leave, Wilson chuckled and asked, "Does it feel good?"
"Although it's a little disrespectful, it feels good," William replied with a smile.
However, he knew that the main reason for all this was money.
The Devonshire family had risen again. Hunters like Old Hunter, who specialized in serving the aristocrats, had deliberately picked up the aristocratic ways to please him.
To them, the aristocrats were the parents of their livelihood. Pleasing anyone was the same. Even if they went out to work, they would still have to curry favor with their superiors or customers. It was not like they would lose a piece of meat.
"Haha," Wilson heard William's somewhat annoying words and laughed out loud. "Only in rural farms and manors can you find some traditional aristocratic etiquette and culture.
However, let me remind you, buddy, don't be intoxicated by it. These people are the money in your pocket. "
"That's enough," William interrupted Wilson's words and curled his lips. Of course, he understood the meaning behind Wilson's words. Other than those who went out to work, the rest of the residents in the town relied on him for their income.
It was normal for them to try to please him, the God of Wealth.
"I don't care if they're sincere or not. I'll pay whoever works for me. Those who do well will get a raise and those who don't do well will be fired."
"It's good that you understand. Good traditions should be preserved, but it's more appropriate to use the capitalist way to deal with the relationship between the employer and the employee," Wilson thought for a while and said in a low voice, "In the future, if someone advises you to pick up the aristocratic way, that person must be trying to harm you or has ulterior motives."
After that, Wilson stopped talking and stared at William. Seeing that he did not show the slightest bit of curiosity, Wilson could not help but feel discouraged.
"You're so boring."
After waiting for a while, William still did not show any interest. Wilson could not help but ask, "Do you know how many servants your relative has in his house now?"
"How many?"
William did not need to think to know that Wilson was talking about the Earl of Oxford who was about to meet God.
"A total of 140."
Wilson looked around cautiously. After making sure that there was no one else other than the four bodyguards, he continued, "Maybe he knows that he doesn't have much time left. He's now introducing the same way he did hundreds of years ago into his own house and acting like he doesn't care about money at all.
For the sake of a woman, he casually gave her jewelry, and even paid the gift tax for her. I'm worried that if this continues, not only will he end up in debt, it might even damage the reputation of the Devonshire family. "
"What does this have to do with the family?" William was puzzled.
"God, you don't even understand this." Wilson rolled his eyes at William. "You don't want the family history to say that the 46th head of the Devonshire family, the 17th Earl, was a man who loved beauties more than his country. Not only did he squander all his ancestral property for a woman, he was also in debt and left a mess for the next Earl. This is not a good evaluation."
Ha. Looking at Wilson's evasive gaze, William knew that this guy was trying to pick the best words to say. If he really wanted to evaluate the current Earl, he could just think about the evaluation of the worst Emperors in history.
William was concerned about why Wilson would pay attention to the Earl's situation. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Why do you care about him?"
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