Looking up at Hut, Alan handed the pen to Hut and said, "What do you mean by this?"

Hut didn't dare to take the pen as carelessly as Alan. Seeing his young master handing him the broken pen, Hut carefully took it with both hands, then placed the pen gently on the desk, took out his monocle from his pocket, and put it on his left eye socket with great effort.

After getting everything ready, Hut rubbed his hands again, gently picked up the broken fountain pen again and looked at it carefully. The pen cap was golden with tiny fish scales on it, and it looked like it was made of gold. The manufacturer's logo was printed on the cap buckle.

After rubbing the pen a little, Hut observed it carefully and said, "Master... This should be a Parker 51 heirloom series fountain pen, produced in 1941. If I remember correctly, about 6,000 of this model batch were produced that year, and the selling price was 80 US dollars. This one is the rarest one with fish scale pattern, which may be more expensive. As for now... Even if it is a regular version, the preliminary estimate is no less than one thousand pounds. But if this pen was used by His Majesty, then the price is hard to estimate."

"I didn't ask you to identify the pen for me. I was asking what the pen you sent me meant."

"ah?"

Hut looked at Allen with embarrassment, moved his lips, and finally lowered his head to check again.

The young master is indeed not interested in these things.

In Hut's opinion, although Parker pens are not the highest-end pens and are an American brand, they were recognized by the Queen in the early years and were even awarded a royal certification. In other words, when Parker pens promote themselves to the outside world, they can say that their brand of pens are the official pens of the British royal family.

Just like that, the Parker brand's status was elevated to a higher level because of the royal certification, and it is now considered synonymous with high-end fountain pens.

As for the so-called "heirloom" model, it is just what it means when translated literally, representing that this pen is rare, valuable, and has a high level of craftsmanship, and can be passed down to future generations as an inheritance, hence the name heirloom grade.

…

Hut picked up the pen again, looked at the words on it, then looked at Allen and said, "Your Majesty means..."

Alan made an OK gesture with his right hand, and Hutt nodded quickly, he also thought that was what he meant.

This kind of routine that can't be explained clearly and lets you use your own understanding is really annoying. What if you meet a stupid person?

Can’t you figure it out yourself?

…

"A thousand words won't leave as deep an impression as one thing?"

"Huth, how can we make a deep impression on people?"

Alan hated this method of relying entirely on guesswork and one's own understanding.

Are you afraid of leaving written evidence?

But even if you don't want to write directly, you can just give me an OK gesture. You just gave me this broken pen and I have to guess.

Just because you're afraid of leaving evidence?

But since he didn't want to leave anything behind and yet gave such a clear response, Alan could roughly understand the meaning.

The key now is whether to do what the pen says.

It's written here, it's going to be impressive!

Can this be understood as wanting to make this a big deal?

Thinking of this, Alan frowned slightly. Considering the queen's character, this was a little unreasonable.

Even if she supports me fighting against Karami, if the matter of starting with her husband is made into a hot topic just because of her, isn't the Queen afraid that it will end badly in the end?

Even affect the reputation of the royal family?

Huh?

Thinking of this, Alan patted his head gently. As expected... sometimes, his thoughts were too one-sided.

He was a little too obsessed with it just now. He only considered it from his own perspective, but ignored...

In fact, if this matter becomes a big deal, it has nothing to do with the royal family.

Karami is now at best an unrecognized lover.

As for her husband, he is even more of a minor character.

These two people currently have nothing to do with the royal family, and no matter how big the incident is, it will not harm the reputation of the royal family.

If it gets out of hand, it might even dominate the news and overshadow some of the royal scandals!

Moreover, if the matter gets out of hand, just as Alan thought, not to mention other people, the one who will suffer the most, besides that man, is Karami!

Once her reputation is ruined, it will be exponentially more difficult for her to enter the royal family. For a divorced woman, this is somewhat understandable.

But what if Karami turns to extramarital affair?

With the Queen's scheming mind, it's impossible for her not to think of this kind of thing, so...

She didn't respond to Allen on the surface, but now she sent Allen something that represented her feelings.

Um……

She seemed to have said nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

Anyway, there is no evidence, and even if it is known to the outside world, it has nothing to do with her.

snort……

This old lady wants to gain benefits but also wants to keep a low profile.

…

Alan thought about all the key points carefully and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

With the Queen's approval, he finally found a backer.

But...her unclear attitude made it seem like Alan had no evidence, but her return gift was the best evidence.

In this instant, Alan quickly changed his plan, preparing to change from a role of being a troublemaker who followed Princess Anne to a passive role.

If Boss Cha really asks about it, Allen can use the Queen as a shield and say that it was the Queen who instructed him to do it. He didn't want to do it, but he could not disobey the Queen's order.

Anyway, Boss Cha doesn't dare to ask the Queen in person whether she has given the instruction. As long as Alan has the thing given by the Queen, Boss Cha will have to believe it even if he doesn't want to!

The fox is taking advantage of the tiger's might... I'm familiar with this trick!

…

“Boom boom boom.”

There was another knock on the door outside the study, and judging from the frequency of the sound, it seemed a little urgent.

Hut quickly stood up and walked to the door of the study.

As soon as he opened the study door, his secretary whispered a few words in Hut's ear.

Hut straightened his back subconsciously, glanced at Alan again, then nodded and said, "I understand, you can go back."

…

"What's wrong?"

Alan was still worrying about how to make the matter a bigger deal. When he saw Huth open the door, say a few words and then come back, he asked casually.

"Master... the princess just called. She's back and she wants to talk to you."

"Princess? My aunt? Now?"

"right."

Alan blinked, wondering why it was such a coincidence today.

How long have I just returned home? I have to go out again?

And the person coming is Diana?

Why did she come to find me? To accuse me?

Wasn't it said that Diana went abroad for a trip some time ago? She probably didn't get in touch with news from Britain while she was abroad. Now she's back, and I heard that she beat up her own brother. Is she coming to ask for an explanation?

"Time and place."

"Well……"

Hutt grinned.

"Master, the princess has just disembarked in Llanelli. She wants you to go to the café in the city. She said you know the place."

“…”

After hearing Huth's words, Alan looked at the things on the desk speechlessly. In other words, as soon as he finished inspecting Lanelli and left, Diana would be almost arriving at the port.

Call earlier so you don’t have to run back and forth.

"Go get someone to prepare the car. I'll go now."

Alan stood up and twisted his neck. He had a headache about facing Diana.

…

"Bile Gall Coffee", this shop is quite famous in Llanelli and can be regarded as an old-established coffee shop. It is said that their coffee has a unique flavour and is particularly refreshing because a little bit of the bitter gall of certain animals is added. In order to differentiate its coffee from other coffees, because it is close to the port, the owner seems to have added a little squid ink into the coffee.

In this way, the whole cup of coffee looks pitch black and smells strange, but it has a very strong refreshing effect.

It goes without saying that the owner of a coffee shop like this and producing such "dark style" coffee is British.

In other words, the British have a natural talent for creating dark dishes when it comes to food. They always come up with some weird things that look and taste disgusting.

…

Alan changed his clothes and took a 40-minute bus ride before arriving at the entrance of Bitter Coffee.

At this time, a small sign saying "Closed" was hung at the door of the cafe. The owner must have recognized that it was Diana who came, so he closed the shop and focused on serving only the distinguished princess.

Alan raised his chin, and several bodyguards went in and took a look around.

No matter where, no matter who it is, as long as they meet outside, Alan will maintain the necessary vigilance. As a pure and kind noble lord like him, he must not have the intention to harm others, but must be on guard against others.

After waiting for a full five minutes, a bodyguard came out and nodded to Alan, indicating that there was no problem inside.

Alan then slowly walked into the door of the small "Bile Coffee" restaurant.

…

When he saw Diana for the first time, Allen was just about to smile and say hello, but the man next to Diana made Allen frown suddenly.

Who is this?

This guy had a big nose and looked a bit like a mixed-race Frenchman. He had short curly hair and very thick eyebrows. When he saw Alan looking at him, he just smiled at Alan politely, and then... and then nothing happened. This guy just sat there and smiled at Alan nonchalantly, as a greeting!

This happened in Carmarthenshire, right on Alan's own doorstep. This was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant.

He didn't even take the initiative to salute me, but just nodded?

Who do you think you are?

…

Allen said in a louder tone than usual, "Is this the result of your investigation? Who is this person? How could he appear next to the princess? Catch him and call Rex to pick him up. Take him back and interrogate him to find out who he is, what his purpose is in approaching the princess, and who is behind this."

A series of charges were pressed down, and the man who had just smiled at Allen hadn't even finished smiling yet. Suddenly, after hearing Allen's words, his smile froze on his face.

“You…ah.”

Before he could argue, seeing Alan suddenly getting angry, several bodyguards nearby grabbed the man's hair and pushed it down hard. Another bodyguard walked behind him, twisted his arms behind his back, and very roughly lifted up the slightly thin man and pulled him out.

"Hey? What are you doing? Alan...this is my friend!"

Diana was still a little confused when she saw the scene in front of her. She didn't know why Allen wanted to arrest someone as soon as they met.

He instinctively stretched out his arms and blocked the bodyguard.

…

Alan looked at Diana's actions and his face twitched slightly. In this situation, he always felt like he was catching someone cheating.

The bodyguards following Diana took a few steps back consciously after hearing Alan's words, as if it was none of their business.

Others may not know, but they, the security guards, know this gentleman's temper best. Moreover, they are currently in this gentleman's territory. Any resistance or obstruction will be regarded as a provocation!

They dare not challenge this Excellency.

…

"Hey? Do you know who I am? Why are you arresting me?"

The "pretty boy" was forcibly pulled up from his seat by two bodyguards and looked at Alan with anger on his face.

"Oh? You are a very important person?"

After hearing what he said, Alan finally smiled. He hooked his finger at the pretty boy and signaled the bodyguard to bring him over.

…

Seeing Alan's actions, the pretty boy's face lit up with joy, thinking that Alan recognized him. As the son of a wealthy Egyptian man, the second generation of wealth, he was treated as a guest of honor wherever he went. When had he ever received such treatment?

Even the Crown Prince of Great Britain often invites him to play polo!

"I am……"

As he got closer to Alan, the pretty boy's arms were still twisted behind his back, but he tried his best to straighten his chest and prepared to introduce himself proudly.

But just as I was about to say it...

“Bang!”

An extremely crisp sound was heard, and the pretty boy's left face began to visibly become red and swollen.

He didn't even see which hand Alan used to hit him. He just felt a black screen in front of his eyes and half of his face lost feeling. After waiting for dozens of seconds, the pain slowly spread from his gums to his eyebrow bone. The left half of his face was in pain. He was actually slapped in the face!

"I don't care who you are, and I don't care who you are. Remember, I am Alan Hill, this is Carmarthenshire, you are now in my territory, and I want to kill you as easily as killing an ant. Do you understand?"

“You…you…”

The pretty boy grinned, squinted one eye and looked at Alan, his right hand trembling as he prepared to point at Alan.

…

"What are you looking at me for? Take him away! I'll see who dares to save him without my order. Interrogate him, and interrogate him to death!"

Alan stretched out his right hand. It was with this hand that he had slapped the pretty boy just now. Now...

Xiao Shitou was standing next to him, holding a wet towel to help Alan wipe his hands.

After wiping his hands, Alan shook his right hand and sat opposite Diana, who had an angry look on her face.

"Aunt... I heard that you went to Egypt for a trip, and you didn't even tell me when you came back."

…

Seeing Alan starting to reminisce with her as if nothing had happened, Diana's face turned red with anger.

"You... why are you hitting someone randomly? Do you know who he is? You..."

"Oh... Auntie, here in Wales, let alone him, I dare to fight anyone who comes, okay..."

Alan glanced at the bodyguards around him and said, "Stay away. I want to have a good talk with my aunt."