Boris felt a bit of a headache holding the documents in his hand. These requirements were easy to fulfill individually, but when combined together and concentrated on one person...

Alas, if you can’t find it, you will have to bear legal responsibility!

…

In early December, the climate in Carmarthen continued to cool down. Although the first heavy snow had not yet fallen, the temperature had dropped to single digits above zero.

Alan held the reins in his left hand, and his body rose and fell with the horse.

There was nothing to do this morning. After breakfast, Alan wanted to take a ride on horseback, which was a rare opportunity. He went west along the stream not far from the manor, and went downstream. He didn't care how fast the horse went, and let it go as it pleased.

After nearly a month of preparation, all aspects of the work were proceeding in an orderly manner. The actor interviews would be held in the next two days. But when it came to this moment, Alan always felt as if he had overlooked something. However, there were too many things to think about recently and he couldn't remember it for the moment.

“Da da da…”

There was a brisk sound of horse hooves hitting the ground. After Hut saw Alan from afar on his horse, he turned slightly and rushed over here.

"Master! There is something!"

"What's wrong?"

…

"I just received a call from the port. Viscount Fox and his family are boarding a ship from Llanelli Harbor today. Their destination is Boston."

"???"

He subconsciously pulled the reins with his left hand, and the horse paused, swinging its tail.

"This old bastard, is he going to run away after selling his property? Xius didn't tell me that."

Alan never expected that Hughes hadn't even sent him any benefits yet, and in just one month, Fox was going to sneak away like this?

Are you too embarrassed to stay in Wales and planning to go to America?

But why did you have to go to Llanelli when you could go anywhere else?

Don't you know whose territory that is?

"What time does their boat leave?"

When encountering such a thing, Alan would of course go to join in the fun, help out, and see the old viscount off.

Hut looked at his watch and said, "Master, they still have two hours and twenty minutes to board the ship. If you want to go, do you need to notify the port to detain them?"

"No need! You are a guest since you have come from afar. Let's go... go back. I need to take a shower first before I go meet this old guy!"

…

The port of Llanelli is no different from what it was two months ago. In such remote areas, development has almost come to a standstill. In addition, this port is a small one and there are not many shipping ships coming and going, so the dock looks very deserted.

Viscount Fox is over seventy years old, with a head full of white hair. His half-long white hair is combed back and tied into a small braid.

His face was full of wrinkles and his chin protruded slightly, giving him an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Looking at the deserted dock and... the twenty-odd families around him, he stubbornly stayed on this land even during the war.

More than seventy years! He has lived on this land where he was born and raised for more than seventy years. He never thought that he would lose his integrity in his later years and fall to this point.

His request to see His Highness fell on deaf ears. He was a viscount, but he couldn't even meet His Highness. He was being chased like a dog, and several of his family's businesses had gone bankrupt.

He knew the ins and outs of this. The other party was well prepared, but he could not resist. Now he could only sell whatever assets he could before the other party took action. He even sold his family's old manor at a low price to raise some funds.

…

"Master! Look!" Butler Nesri, leaning on a crutch, came up to Fox and pointed into the distance.

Fox's eyesight was still bright, and he looked in the direction Nesri pointed and saw two cars driving towards them.

In just a few dozen seconds, the car approached. Fox stared at the familiar car model and license plate number, twitched his lips, and murmured, "Is that Allen here?"

"It should be him."

…

"Hahaha! Viscount Fox, I heard that you guys have been waiting for the boat here since early in the morning? Why didn't you call me and let me show my hospitality?"

Alan wore a full set of equipment today, including a tweed coat, a top hat, and a cane in his hand. Compared with the slightly down-and-out Viscount Fox, Alan now looked more like a decadent noble lord.

Looking at the path vacated by the Fox family, Alan didn't even have the interest to look at them. In his eyes, the only person across from him was Viscount Fox, who had a head full of white hair and was dressed like an elderly artist.

…

"How dare I trouble Your Excellency the Count..."

Fox stared at Allen expressionlessly. His knowledge of Allen was limited to limited legends, but...now through the butler's description, this Allen was very different from the description in the previous legends. Although this guy was young, he had the same ruthlessness as the Hill family!

…

"What's the trouble? It's not a trouble! You're leaving soon, and if I don't come to see you, what if you die on the road? Then I won't be able to see you for the last time, right?"

Allen smiled, but said the most vicious words. In Great Britain, even if a noble committed a crime, he would not die. This was a rule that even he could not change, but...

You can make an old man angry, but what if he runs out of breath and dies of anger?

…

"Alan! You!"

Before Viscount Fox could say anything, Butler Nesri, who was standing next to him, raised his left hand and pointed at Allen with an angry face. He wanted to say the second half of the sentence... but didn't dare to.

"Um?"

The smile on Allen's face quickly disappeared. He turned around with an expressionless face as if he had just discovered Nessri. He suddenly pulled out the walking stick that he was leaning on with his left hand with his right hand, swung the handle hard, and hit Nessri's head hard with the stick!

"Bang!"

"ah!"

"Dang..."

It all happened so fast, the dull thud of the stick hitting Nesri's head, Nesri's screams, and the sound of his crutches hitting the ground after he fell, all intertwined together.

Before Viscount Fox could react, Alan smiled again, raised his walking stick and looked at it. The handle was stained with a little bright red blood. Pursing his lips, Alan picked up the hem of Fox's shirt and started to wipe his own walking stick.

"When the master was talking, the dog dared to interrupt. Your servants are really uneducated. Tell me...was it right for me to hit him?"

…

Feeling the pressure from Alan's proximity, Viscount Fox clenched his fists tightly and then quickly released them several times.

This scene brought back bad memories for him. A few years ago, it was a similar scene. The man named Kano Hill beat him up severely with a fake smile, just like now. When Fox faced Allen now, he felt even more powerless than when he faced his father then.

He didn't dare to say anything. His face twitched and he tried his best to put on a smile and said, "Your Excellency was right to hit me. It was my fault for not disciplining me properly."

Viscount Fox swung his right hand twice quickly, signaling the chaotic family to stay away from him.

…

"beep!"

With a whistle, the ship bound for Boston finally arrived. Hearing the whistle, Viscount Fox breathed a sigh of relief.