What happened? Who kidnapped me?

Alan looked up at Ajani again, put his index finger to his lips, and made a gesture of silence, indicating Ajani to move aside first and not disturb him while he was on the phone. In case Spencer said something, Alan didn't want her to hear it.

Ajani had been following Allen with anticipation, looking forward to the next show, but as soon as the call was connected, Allen started to drive people away. She curled her lips and looked at Allen carefully, stared at a certain place for a long time, and rubbed Allen's leg with her foot.

“Tsk!”

Alan glared at Ajani fiercely, then put the microphone to his ear and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Alan, I haven't had a rest all night, all night! I just called you when she went to take a shower. Why don't we run away? I feel like I'm going to die."

Spencer's somewhat weak voice came intermittently from the phone.

“…”

Is this the ability of a graduate student who went to Gambia for further studies? That's it?

Alan remembered that Spencer used to hug several Black Pearls and fight alone, which was so impressive. Why is it like this today?

Isn't this embarrassing?

If this gets out, how will outsiders view me, a descendant of the British aristocracy? If I run away today, who knows what they will say in the future. Besides, when Spencer saw Sophie Marceau for the first time yesterday, that look in his eyes, that impatience, it only took one night, is this what happened?

"Can you do it?"

“I can’t do that!”

…

Listening to Spencer's useless words, Alan took a deep breath, looked at Ajani who had been seducing him, looked at the faint lines on her belly left by pregnancy, surrounding her belly button like a big blooming flower, hooked his left hand, and made a gesture to her to wash the little monk's hair first.

"Hiss... I'm telling you, the room is booked for a week. Even if you die in the villa, you have to stay for the full week. Okay, I have things to do. You loser, just leave it at that. Don't let me look down on you."

"Hello?! Hello, Alan! Hello..."

Spencer held the phone, listened to the hang-up sound, looked up at Sophie Marceau who had just come out of the bathroom with a bright face, and a feeling of despair filled his heart.

…

"Baby...where are we going today?"

When he came to his senses again, it was already past noon. Alan didn't even have time to eat lunch. He was just drinking milk.

Hearing Ajani's sweet voice, even calling her baby, Allen felt a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go buy some clothes?"

"Oh, you want to take me shopping?"

Anjani frowned slightly. She was not the type who was short of money. As an Oscar winner for Best Actress, she was quite well-connected in France. If she wanted to make money, she could just take an advertisement. So, when she heard that Alan was going to take her shopping, Anjani was even a little disappointed and felt that Alan was quite boring.

"You know the famous French painting 'Liberty Leading the People'? I really like the dress on the Statue of Liberty. I like that kind of hazy beauty. I want to take you to buy a piece of that dress so I can study it."

When Ajani heard Allen's words, she immediately thought of the Statue of Liberty wearing that yellow dress, with her upper body very free and holding the French flag high in her hand.

"Who said yesterday that they didn't like hazy beauty?"

"Ahahaha... Art, you have to take all of it into account. You can't be too biased. I told you, I'm interested in studying all kinds of art."

…

After spending a week in Saint-Jean-de-Luz, Alan wandered around with Adjani during the day. They didn't have a specific destination, so they just went wherever they wanted. There was an old traditional shopping street here. Although there were no big brands, the things sold there were very local and exquisite.

For example, a certain unscrupulous old businessman was selling furniture and small ornaments that were supposedly used by Louis XIV. Although he knew they were fake, they looked pretty good and were not expensive, so Alan bought one as a souvenir.

It was a rare experience for him to pay for something on the street himself. This kind of thing was still very novel to Alan. Since he ascended the throne, he had lived a life of food and clothes provided for him. Now, he could not experience this kind of experience until once every one or two years.

…

January 24, Cardiff International Airport.

When going to Saint-Jean-de-Luz, Spencer was in high spirits and full of expectations. The two went there by ship, and when coming back, Spencer took Allen, took a taxi all the way south, entered Spain, and then flew back from Spain.

Compared to the calmness he showed when he left, Spencer now looked more mature and steady, and a little frivolous...

"Once my medicine is finalized, I will have someone send you a box as soon as possible."

Alan was so angry when he saw Spencer being such a loser. It was so embarrassing to take this thing out. It almost made him lose face. He would never forget Sophie Marceau's reluctant look when they parted, and the provocative look she gave him.

What a stupid teammate!

"Okay, okay... I'm going back now. Don't contact me recently. Oh, by the way, remember to help me register for Cardiff University. I still have to do an internship at the BBC."

Spencer was helped into the car by his servant. Before getting in the car, he was almost dying, but he still remembered to tell Alan in an unusually hoarse voice not to forget to help him!

"Let's go!"

Unlike Spencer who looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, Alan's face was rosy and full of energy. He was going to India soon. Who knew what it would be like there? He had already made full preparations. He would probably have a hard time in the next month.

"Master, Butler Capel heard that you were coming back today, so he came to see you specially, and said that he wanted to discuss something with you by the way."

"Um?"

Alan watched the Spencer's car slowly drive away, and glanced at the small stone next to it.

"Capel is here? Is he at the manor now?"

"Yes, he just arrived not long ago. When I called in the morning, I told him that you would be back in the afternoon."

"Then let's go and see what's going on!"

Alan stretched and urged to go home quickly.

…

"Master, you are back?!"

"Are you having fun, Master Allen?"

As soon as Allen got home and got out of the car, Huth, who had received the news, was standing at the door of the hall chatting with Capel, and by the way, they welcomed Allen home.

"Well! Sir Capel is here today. Is there anything His Highness can do for you?"

Alan nodded, took off his jacket as he walked, and handed the jacket to Xiao Shitou. He hooked his left hand and asked the servant to serve tea. He pointed to the small reception room next to him with his right hand, indicating Huth and Capel to follow him to the reception room to talk.

…

The three of them sat down, and Capel looked at Alan, who looked in good spirits, with a smile. Among all the nobles he had met, Alan was not the youngest, but he was definitely the one who knew how to enjoy life the most.

This gentleman likes to play, like a playboy. Every time he is busy for a while, he has to give himself a vacation to have some fun before coming back. However, this mentality is quite good. It is better than those lifeless old aristocrats. He is full of vitality. From Allen, Capel even saw the new face of the British aristocracy in the future.

The two of them exchanged a few pleasantries first, and Alan also asked about William and Harry's recent time back home, when they would be back, etc., and it took them a long time to get to the point.

…

"Your Excellency... Two ships have been arranged for your visit to India this time. One is specifically responsible for transporting supplies and vehicles. This ship will leave in advance, so I came here today to inform you if you have any vehicles or large items that need to be transported first. You should make preparations early, and it is best to complete them within three days. The first ship will depart on the 29th, and the cruise ship you are taking will depart on the 1st. The sailing time is a total of 10 days."

Capel slowly told him the purpose of his visit.

After hearing what he said, Alan paused for a moment and asked, "I wonder... can my modified bus be transported over there?"

"???"

Capel was a little dumbfounded. He knew that bus was specially converted into a nanny car by this gentleman for the crew support. There were bedrooms, a small kitchen, a bath and other facilities in the car. This thing was so big, and their material support ship seemed to be unlucky.

Besides, you could just send a few special cars to take them. Is it appropriate for you to send a nanny bus to accompany His Highness on a foreign visit?

"Sir... this is not a good idea. The bus is not very convenient for transportation."

Capel didn't dare to refuse openly, so he had to remind Allen very tactfully.

"Is the bus not okay? Then can I bring a few cooks?"

“…”

How much do you distrust the chef brought by His Highness that you always bring everything yourself when you visit abroad.

Capel could hardly control his expression. He was at a loss to comment on the strange request of this Excellency.

"Okay, okay. Besides these, you can discuss with Hu Te what else to bring. I'll go up first."

Alan was a little annoyed. Why was he asking this and that? Was he free?

Looking at Alan who had said hello and walked away, Huth and Capel looked at each other, both feeling a little ridiculous. However, everyone was mentally prepared for his character, so Capel could only meet with Huth and continue discussing what to bring.

…

January 29, the third day before departure, in the study.

Alan put down his work report, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xin who was sitting on the other side of the desk.

It’s true that this assistant secretary is quite capable. Although the major she studied was a bit of a pitfall, she has the advantage of her status and the experience of living in the West for many years. Talents with this combination of qualities are still very popular these days.

Just like this time when she was sent to China to manage the relief supplies and money, Zhang Xin did a very good job. Alan just finished reading the work report. Although it was very boring, there were no omissions. That's enough!

"Yes, you did a good job this time, but you can't rest. I have to go on a business trip in a few days. As for you, you can go with our inspection team in February. You have the experience of going to China this time, so you can be the deputy head of the inspection team and be responsible for some communication with local officials."

“Okay boss!”

Zhang Xin sat up straight. She respected her boss from the bottom of her heart. She had no choice. After living in Britain for so many years, she still had a clear understanding of class. She was also very glad to find her current job. As for her previous plan of going to America after graduation, she had long forgotten it. Being able to work as an assistant secretary to an aristocrat was so much better than going to America. Why go to America? !

Alan tapped the desk lightly with his right index finger. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and picked up a document from the bookshelf. He opened it, took a look, and then closed it.

He sat down again, took out sealing wax and a small shelf from the drawer, lit a small candle, warmed up the sealing wax first, and then sealed the edges later.

"As for this document, take it with you when the time comes. Don't go with the inspection team. Fly from Cardiff to Hong Kong first and hand this document to Wei Dewei. Then fly from Hong Kong to the mainland and join our inspection team."

…

Wei Dewei is about to step down this year, and Allen plans to use him to make some money before he leaves, so the plan should be shown to Wei Dewei in advance so that he can be prepared.

Zhang Xin looked at the document on the table. Allen didn't hand it to her, which meant that she couldn't look at it yet. So after listening to Allen's words, Zhang Xin nodded and said, "Okay, boss. I will definitely send the document intact to Governor Wei Dewei first."

"Haha, don't be so nervous."

Alan waved his hand, picked up the melted sealing wax on the shelf, gently picked up the small container filled with sealing wax, poured it on the document cover, spread it evenly, put down the small container, picked up his sealing wax seal, and left a mark on it. Only then was it done. He blew away the sealing wax and handed the document to Zhang Xin.

"Okay, let's go back and rest."

…

Britannia, also known as Great Britain, looks very old. In fact, it is very old. It even has a mast on board. It is the 87th yacht of the British royal family.

When Alan heard this serial number for the first time, he was filled with envy.

What a family! They have nearly a hundred yachts. To buy one for themselves, they have to put in a lot of effort and spend a lot of money. Yet they still haven’t built their own yacht, but this person has 87 yachts.

This yacht was launched in 1953 and has been in service for nearly 40 years. Its navy blue hull with a thick gold line painted on the side shows its royal style.

This thing was originally the basis of a medical ship and the decoration of a yacht. The idea was that it could be converted into a medical ship for rescue in war and used by the royal family in normal times.

pity……

In all the years it has been in service, it has never been actually modified and sent to the battlefield. It did participate in rescue operations in previous years. The most famous incident was in 1986 when riots broke out in South Yemen. The expatriates and diplomats waiting to be evacuated in Aden took this yacht. Also rescued at the time were Chinese diplomats.

At other times, this yacht was most famous for the time in 1981 when Mr. Cha took Diana on their honeymoon on it.

This was the first time for Alan to be on this yacht. He followed behind Boss Cha and looked at the middle-aged sailors on the boat. Everyone was dressed very neatly, some of them even had big bellies, waiting for Boss Cha's inspection with a solemn look on their faces.

Every sailor on this yacht has been carefully selected. It is hard to say whether they have professional skills, but their loyalty is absolutely there!

He can be called a descendant of the Eight Banners.