"explain!"
"Master... was on a business trip a few years ago for a long time. He didn't tell me anything before he left, but after he came back, he mentioned it to me by chance. He said he did a big thing, but... it seemed that the end result was not good because he was a little reckless. He said that he brought a young man with him to board the fleet to participate in the Falklands War... and participated in the war."
"???"
"Ma Island?"
"Joined the war?"
Alan was stunned. He felt that he was close to the truth. The young man brought by his father might be the key point.
"Who! Did he tell you who the person he brought was!" Alan asked anxiously.
…
"Yes... the master said at the time that it seemed to be a young man named Albert."
"Albert? He didn't tell you his full name?"
There are so many young people named Albert throughout Britain!
This thing is like in the East, names like Zhang Wei and Li Qiang, it's too common!
The scope is too large.
…
"The master was very vague at the time, but some time ago, just last month, he mentioned it to me by chance. At that time, the master mentioned it casually. He said that Albert got married in July this year..."
Old Carl's lips trembled a little, and he continued speaking haltingly.
"Second Young Master... Is this Albert you mentioned the same young man the old master brought to the Falkland Islands - Albert?"
…
There are not so many coincidences in the world!
Allen judged that these two Alberts must be the same person.
As for...
Albert, who got married in July…
Alan was suddenly stunned. He knew why Carl was so scared.
The one called Albert, who the old earl could mention, got married in July this year.
The young man who is related to the old earl is called Albert, so the identity of this young man must be extraordinary!
Your identity and social circle are right here!
When you think of it this way, the entire scope narrows dramatically.
…
Thinking of this, Alan suddenly thought of someone and blurted out: “Andrew Albert Christian Edward?!”
Laurca, with a pale face, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and nodded to Allen. He also thought of this person!
…
"Hold!"
Alan was breathing heavily through his nostrils, he was almost going crazy.
Damn it, I'm just an ordinary nobleman
I thought it was a great start, but how come it has become so complicated?!
Speaking of Albert alone, he seems not very famous, but this is only to the outside world.
If it were Alan in his previous life, he had never even heard of this name.
But now, the person represented by this name is very, very special in Britain!
This person is only 26 years old and just got married in July of this year.
Their family is very powerful! How powerful is it?
…
…
“Is there any smoke here?”
Alan looked at Old Carl, who hurriedly pulled out a pack of shriveled cigarette boxes from the drawer, took out a cigarette, handed it to Alan, and carefully lit it for him.
"hiss……"
The smoke passed through his lungs, and Alan took another deep breath.
Lying on the recliner, staring at the dim light bulb on the ceiling of this dark room.
Combining all the clues he knew, he had now almost figured out the general outline of the whole matter.
It was not until now that he understood why Hut was so scared.
if……
Replace it with yourself.
His most beloved son was taken to the battlefield to fight in the navy and on a warship.
Moreover, in that naval battle, some warships were actually sunk.
This was even at a time when several British warships were sunk and dozens of them were damaged.
In this case, would the young man's old mother hate the person who brought her son to the battlefield?
…
The premise is that this young man should not, or is not allowed to, participate in this battle?
Alan judged others by himself. If it were him, if anyone dared to trick his child into going to such a dangerous place and let him narrowly escape death several times, he would want to kill the other person.
even……
An eye for an eye.
Let that person experience the same pain personally!
Now……
The consequences are obvious.
The young man's old mother had a bad temper like Alan, and she was capable of doing things to vent her anger!
What she did was exactly what Allen thought. The man who tricked her son into going to the war had already taken his favorite eldest son to see God!
Although this time point is a bit late, it is two years late.
But these two years have not erased the old mother's hatred for the old earl, which is even more terrifying!
Moreover, after two years, this incident seems more like an accident. Now...
The matter has been characterized and it was indeed considered an accident, and the prince himself handled the funeral.
…
That's fucking ridiculous!
Alan thought about the reason why his father was invited out, which was to attend a banquet convened by the prince himself.
Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.
This was being seduced out to be slaughtered by the monarch he was loyal to...
In such a situation, who would be prepared?
…
Someone who even the fucking prince had to succumb to.
It's fucking scary!
Alan now even has the urge to run away. This earl...whoever wants him can have him!
If the title could be bought and sold, he would have wanted to sell it and run away with the money!
I don’t want to play anymore. Britain is too dangerous. He wants to go to America!
…
Old Carl stared at the dazed Alan, watching the cigarette in his hand, which had been taken two puffs, slowly burn out, and wait for the fire on the cigarette butt to slowly burn Alan's fingers.
Allen sat up suddenly, stared at Old Carl and asked, "Tell me! Is my dad awesome? I don't believe Andrew doesn't know him! I don't believe Andrew doesn't know what he wants to do?! But he clearly knows that my dad is his brother's man, they all know each other, why did he still go?! And how did he make Andrew willingly follow him to such a dangerous place?!"
A series of questions, he and him, he and his, Allen asked old Carl, who looked confused. How could a servant like him know such things? !
"Second Young Master...I...I don't know!"
"waste!"
Alan is now a little exasperated.
(Another world!)
Alan hated this feeling.
It was like a big hand that dropped from the sky, easily grabbing his neck and strangling him to death!
And he couldn't resist!
…
“No, no…”
Alan grabbed the cigarette on the table and lit another one.
He wandered a few steps and looked down at Old Carl.