"No, no, no... I'm sorry, I made you misunderstand. This matter... was handled by His Royal Highness the Prince himself. Since you can't come back in a short time, I also..."

"???"

It would have been fine if Hutt didn't explain, but as he started to explain, Alan's face froze. Prince?

Isn't that His Royal Highness Charles?

Is he going to covet the Hill family's fortune?

But the Hill family is a direct family loyal to Prince Charles.

Not really?

…

Butler Hut looked embarrassed and didn't know how to start. A feeling of frustration and sadness filled the car.

Alan stared gloomily at the profile of Butler Huth in the rearview mirror.

There was silence for a long time.

Hu Te said slowly: "Second Young Master... There are some things I dare not say, and we can't change anything, but the most important thing is to live well in the present. Now the Hill family is the only one left, right?"

"As long as you are well, that's enough!"

"!!!"

Hearing this inexplicable remark, Alan felt a chill inexplicably, but he was not an idiot.

He understood!

It seems that the car accident involving Dad and eldest brother was most likely not an accident.

But... now that the matter has been determined, and even the prince has personally come forward to arrange the funeral, he has no way to resist. Either he chooses to fight fiercely, or he chooses to muddle through.

And they fought fiercely? How did they fight? Did they contact the media?

Are you crazy...

A noble from a remote area had a car accident while out in the wild...

Choose one of the two.

Of course Alan chose the latter!

"I see……"

After pondering for a moment, Alan nodded, his chest heaving violently, he slowly closed his eyes and began to take a nap.

…

The Port of Llanelli is located in the southern part of Carmarthenshire, Wales, on the British Peninsula. To the southwest is Bristol Sound, across the sea to the west is Ireland, to the east is Swansea, and further east is Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

Leaving Llanelli and heading north, you will reach Carmarthen, the largest city in Carmarthenshire.

This is the Hill family's fiefdom.

…

It is said to be the largest city in the county.

The actual size and population are not as large as a town in China in Allen's previous life.

In this small town of tens of thousands of people, the Hill family is the supreme giant and local tyrant.

Above us is the Prince of Wales who is far away in London, and below us are a few small viscounts and barons. We are all still very far away.

Due to some historical reasons, it seems a bit strange that the Hill family, a family of English origin, has its fiefdom in Wales instead of England.

But it is because the ancestors of the Hill family were the king's loyal servants, and later, after being granted titles, they became the king's confidants and were considered to be guarding the border here.

By the way, with a hint of the Imperial Guards' feeling, they help the king keep an eye on the nobles in these remote areas.

In this remote place, apart from the better scenery and environment, in the eyes of the nobles in London, this is a remote corner of the countryside!

The Hill family's manor is not located in the city of Carmarthen, but in the suburbs outside the city.

…

After a night's rest and a simple and unpalatable breakfast, Allen Hill met Butler Hut in the study, who was holding a thick stack of documents.

"This is……"

Alan pushed his flat mirror and felt a headache looking at so much information.

"Second Young Master, this is the information about the various businesses in the family..."

Huth gently put down the information, picked up a cup of coffee brought by the servant, placed it on the side of Allen's table, arranged a few snacks, and then patiently began to explain to Allen the remaining assets of the Hill family.

More than half of the industries have red labels on their information.

This represents the collateral assets that the bank is prepared to repossess.

The remaining small part is the assets that can be sold and converted into cash.

There are all kinds of industries, some are odd and some are strange.

As Alan watched, his expression gradually changed from curiosity to astonishment.

Picking up a document with a green label, after confirming it again and again, Allen asked in disbelief, "You said this is our family's property?"

"Yes!"

Butler Hut nodded affirmatively.

Just the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled slightly.

…

Alan's mouth twitched. He had never known that his family had such an industry, and...

He is also very familiar with the products "produced" by this industry.

"This... 'Sailor's Happy Hour' is actually ours? I..."

There is very little introduction about this industry in this document. A short piece of paper summarizes everything, and the rest is filled with thick personnel information.

This "Sailor's Happy Hour" is a very popular magazine within the Navy.

The content...

There is very little text, and more than 95% of the entire magazine is pictures.

They are all large-scale, men like them, photos of the opposite sex, and... biological knowledge that anyone who understands will understand!

Moreover, the style of this "Sailor's Happy Hour" magazine is extremely distinctive, and the choice of heroines in each issue is hard to describe.

There are very few female protagonists under 40 years old. Most of them are 40 years old or above, or even older.

As your age increases, your appearance will also "improve" in direct proportion.

For the navy, especially the British Royal Navy, long sea voyages are inevitable. In those days, communications were not very developed and there were not even mobile phones. During the boring journey at sea, the sailors could only read some magazines to relieve their worries.

…

Moreover, Alan had heard before that although the heroine of this "Sailor's Happy Hour" was hard to describe, it was still very popular among sailors. Even in the face of countless sailors' complaints, it would always occupy a certain share on every ship all year round.

It is said that the publisher has wide connections and follows the route of the Navy Logistics Department, so it has a very strong background!

I didn't expect to find out now that this thing is actually from my home. It seems that my dad's ways are still very wild.

It’s just that his taste is not very good, and the heroine he chose is too ugly!

"This...this magazine...I haven't seen it, but I have heard of it. I heard from some colleagues that the female protagonists in the pictures generally don't look good. I have always been wondering why they don't choose some good-looking female protagonists to shoot?"

Having encountered this matter today, Alan was extremely curious and he couldn't figure it out!

Pretending not to care, he asked.

…

“Cough cough cough…”

Butler Hut coughed twice, thought for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "Well... I heard the master say that this was all intentional. Sailors, after a long time at sea, the accumulation of desires is actually very scary."

"If we choose beautiful models as the protagonists, some of the beauty may be temporary, but as the ship docks, most sailors will have to look for... ahem, by then, if their minds are filled with beauties and heroines in magazines, facing the uneven reality of different places, ahem, ahem, it will not be a good experience for their vision and mood..."

"???"

Waterfake.

What kind of theory is this?

Are they worried that it will be difficult to find skilled young ladies after the sailors arrive at the shore, so the heroines in the magazine shoots are deliberately made to look older?

Not very good looking?

So it seems that the late old Earl really took great pains for the vast number of sailors of the British Royal Navy!

Looking at this dog meat business that is not even worthy of being served at a banquet, Allen said angrily, "Let's sell this too. I can't do this in the future. How will it look if it gets out?"

I'm going to be a hereditary earl of the United Kingdom soon, and I still have to make a living by selling magazines like this?

"Well……"

Butler Hut had an awkward expression on his face. Looking at the second young master, whose face was different from ordinary people, he felt a bit of a headache. As a butler, he should not be concerned about how his master handled household affairs.

But... in his eyes, the second young master is now just a prodigal son who sells his father's land without any regret. He wants to sell this and that, he wants to sell everything!