But...Alan is not particularly interested in this matter.
If you change the country, change the royal family, the kind of family that still has some power, then you can get some benefits by mixing in it, just like the Jordanian royal family.
But the Swedish royal family... they really have no power. Even if they interfere... he is a foreign nobleman, messing around here, and the strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake. What's more, the opponent is most likely the other country's parliament?
Isn't this just looking for trouble?
But it doesn't seem good to reject Gustav directly, as that would be too rude. He came here on behalf of Boss Cha, and it's not good to be too timid, or else he'll get into trouble with Boss Cha when he returns.
In this way...
Alan has a toothache. What should he do?
Help...how to help?
If I don’t help…how can I refuse?
And we were talking about this while drinking cocktails in a nightclub... It felt a bit unreliable and low class.
"Your Majesty... I..."
Allen was about to refuse when Gustav interrupted him with a smile and said, "I heard from Bertil that you seem to like the antique collections left by my grandfather, those oriental antiques?"
"Uh... it's okay. I like it quite a bit."
Alan didn't know why Gustav suddenly brought this up.
"That's easy. I can give you all the collections. If you are not satisfied, there are some calligraphy and paintings that I don't understand very well and other things in the warehouse. You can choose whatever you like."
…
These antiques, first of all... were brought back from the East with great effort by Grandpa Gustav, and some of them were not of legitimate origin.
Even if Gustav died of poverty, he would never sell these things for money, because he would be laughed to death by the whole world.
But he didn't like those things. Putting them there not only took up space, but also wasted his current money. He had to pay people to come back and do regular maintenance on these things. In Gustav's view, this was undoubtedly a burden.
But wouldn't it be fine if he took these things that are useless to him and gave them to Alan, so that they can be recycled?
After searching all over Europe, is there anyone who has the ability, can help him, has a strong personality, and likes oriental antiques?
It's not easy to find such a person. He happened to meet Allen, who was very much to his liking. At the first sight, Gustav admired Allen inexplicably, so... he directly offered to give him things, hoping that Allen would help him, even if there was no result, at least he would give it a try.
“…”
When Alan thought of the cabinet full of antiques, he couldn't say anything.
Forget it, considering the generations of friendship between Britain and Sweden, in order to investigate the boss and for the Queen, I, Master Allen, will take this job!
"Your Majesty, you are too polite. I am not here for those antiques. I just think Bertil is like my own brother. You know, I have always taken William and Harry with me. I am very experienced in this regard."
"Hahaha, thank you for your help. I hope Bertil can become a man and fight for something bravely."
Gustave smiled and said something ambiguous.
"Okay, I understand."
Alan narrowed his eyes and fought for something bravely like a man?
What are you fighting for?
Is this even necessary?
Alan has some experience with this kind of thing. Isn't it just about sowing discord and causing discord between the siblings?
He is familiar with this job!
After all, Gustav is a father, and it is not convenient for him to openly interfere with the relationship between his daughter and son. Since it is inconvenient for Gustav to do some things, and now you hope to ask him for help, then... you took the initiative to find me!
…
Kiruna.
A very famous city in northern Sweden.
Of course, this fame is now only limited to Sweden, or the three Nordic countries. Outside of here, not many people know about this place.
Kiruna is a typical Arctic city. The region where they are located, including the surrounding northern regions of Norway and part of Finland, is collectively known as Nordic Lapland.
This Lapland is known as the last pure land on the planet.
Due to its proximity to the Arctic Circle, the winter lasts for eight months each year, and the remaining four months are... non-winter.
From May to September, and especially from July onwards, midnight sun is common in the region.
The so-called polar day phenomenon means 24 hours of daylight, accompanied by the gorgeous northern lights in the sky. The scenery is superb, and wild animals, bears, wolves, deer, and snow foxes are all distributed here, so it is of course also suitable for hunting!
…
The originally scheduled hunting time was postponed for two days, not because of the problem with the second prince of Denmark, but because Alan was dragging his feet.
Alan, who originally regarded this hunting trip as a trip, did not take it too seriously.
But hasn’t the plan changed now?
Gustav took out so many antiques to bribe him to help him. Since Allen took the money, he had to come up with a corresponding response plan.
So... he changed his plan temporarily, and starting from this hunting trip, he planned to subdue these Swedish bumpkins first during the hunting.
For this purpose, Alan called home and asked Hut to arrange for the family's groom, experienced bodyguards, hunting dogs, his pet Xiao Huang, and the horse Alan rides when hunting to be shipped to Sweden, focusing on a professional and fully equipped team!
…
In July in Kiruna, the temperature remains in the early teens, but the perceived temperature is on the low side. Those who understand will understand this principle: it is not cold when it snows, but it is cold when the snow melts.
Betil was wearing an incongruous orange windbreaker, riding a spotted mixed-breed horse, holding a small bow with a pulling force of about five pounds, and looking at the large group of people not far away with a confused look on his face.
King Gustav beside him was wearing fairly professional equipment, overalls, with pockets bulging with various odds and ends, looking like he was doing the job.
But compared to the group of people in the distance, their equipment is somewhat inferior.
There were all tall white horses with gaiters on their legs to prevent scratches. The pack horses and riding horses were clearly distinguished, but even other people's pack horses seemed to be of better quality than their riding horses.
Not to mention the dozens of beagles frolicking on the ground.
Although the spotted hounds of various colors were noisy, none of them barked randomly. It was obvious that they were elite hounds that had undergone rigorous training.
Dozens of bodyguards wearing red windbreakers have already set out on horseback to explore the way ahead.
As wave after wave of people set off, the entire cavalry team consisting of dozens of people finally slowed down.
At this time, the tall young man in the cavalry wearing a traditional red British hunting suit was revealed.
The man wore a dark round helmet, a red woolen coat, black riding pants, long black leather boots, and a khaki eagle mount on his shoulder.
A very "majestic" snowy owl is standing on the eagle seat with its claws. Its snow-white feathers match the current background very well. It looks left and right, as if it can find prey at any time, waiting for the owner's order to fly out and help people catch the prey.
The tall young man had two hunting rifles of unclear models on both sides of the saddle, and he was also holding a long-handled cold weapon in his hand - a cavalry rifle.
Bertil was attracted by Alan's figure. He was stunned by Alan's fancy equipment. Then he saw Alan gently pull the reins, and he sat on the extremely beautiful white horse. The horse neighed softly, raised its front hoof, turned half a body, and galloped towards them. The bodyguards behind him saw their master running away, and turned their horses' heads towards them.
When they were not moving just now, their momentum was already exaggerated. But when they rushed over here, although there were only a dozen of them, their momentum...
Little Bertil, he had never seen such a thing in his more than ten years of life!
He was so frightened by the overwhelming force that he opened his mouth but could not utter a sound, as if he was frozen in place. Even the spotted horse he was riding was made to neigh impatiently by the force coming from the opposite side.
…
The rumbling sound of horse hooves came from far away and approached in just a few tens of seconds. Bertil watched Alan staring at him intently. He even retracted the spear in his hand, then adjusted its position, and then...
“Swoosh~”
A flash of black light.
Bertil only felt something passing over his head, and then his scalp felt cold and chilly.
…
"Hahaha, Bertil...what do you feel? You're so brave that you didn't even run away."
After rushing forward for a few dozen meters, Alan pulled the reins to slow down the horse, turn around, and make a big circle before finally arriving next to Bertil. He held Bertil's hat on the tip of the lance in his hand.
He thought Bertil was very brave. Facing his direct charge, the little guy didn't even move. His courage was commendable.
“…”
Bertil subconsciously took his hat. Although he was young, he was not stupid. He was already frightened by what Alan had just done!
This was something he had never experienced before.
There are no traditional aristocratic schools in Sweden anymore. Although King Gustav paid great attention to Bertil's training and was willing to spend money on his son since he was young, and tried to provide him with the best he could, there were some things that he just couldn't afford.
Even if Bertil wanted to learn this most traditional horsemanship that only belongs to the nobility, there was no place to learn it!
In ordinary equestrian clubs, people teach how to ride a horse, or some fancy horsemanship, but that kind of horsemanship is not at the same level as the practical horsemanship that Alan just used.
This kind of thing should be considered a family heirloom. Only by practicing it since childhood can it have such an effect.
Although this kind of horsemanship is no longer used now, but... this kind of horsemanship of cavalry charge is still very important for cultivating a person's courage and momentum!
…
"Want to learn?"
“I want to learn!”
Hearing Alan's question, Bertil's eyes lit up and he looked at Alan excitedly. His moves just now were so cool. Which boy would not like this kind of cavalry charge?
"Hahaha, come on, after they find the prey, I'll show you how to hunt with a cavalry rifle."
Allen placed the cavalry rifle horizontally in front of the saddle, pulled the reins, and raised his chin towards Gustav beside him.
To seduce a little brat, you have to use this trick, first arouse his interest, and then... hit him hard!
…
"This horse of yours..."
Although it is already July, the snow on the ground has not melted in some places in the wild, and some grass is covered with tiny ice fragments, which make a rustling sound when the horses' hooves step on them. In the distance, the sky is blue-green, and the faint green aurora hangs high in the sky like a ribbon, giving people a feeling of traveling to another world. It is very magical.
As Alan walked, he belittled Bertil's equipment, saying that his riding clothes were rubbish and his horse was rubbish too. Although this ordinary horse was gentle, it did not have much impact. If it encountered a carnivore, it might even knock the person down and run away. Riding this thing to hunt was like a joke.
Besides these...
Alan was about to reach out and pull the small bow and arrow that Bertil was holding...
With this little power, in this bad weather with a bit of cold wind, even if it is pulled to the maximum, it can only shoot 10 to 20 meters at most, and it will have no killing power any further.
Even at close range, facing some prey with thicker fur, one arrow cannot kill them unless they hit the vital parts. But looking at Betil's clumsy movements, this is the level...
Unless the prey are fools, it is unknown whether you can hit the prey that is fleeing at high speed.
In the past, Alan liked to hunt with a machine gun for this reason. If you don't have enough experience with ordinary hunting rifles, it is easy to miss the target, which is too time-consuming. Machine guns are more fun. You can stand on the car and shoot randomly. They are powerful and have strong firepower.
However, this time, he specially asked someone to send them a traditional cold weapon, a lance, just to give them a performance.
Alan hasn't played with this thing for a long time. Now that he plays it hard, he feels a little emotional.
He fell many times in order to learn this.
At that time, he was not very good at horse riding, but he gritted his teeth, tried again every time he fell, and practiced hard on the playground of his old estate.
At first he didn't think this thing was useful, but later he found out...
This thing is really a great tool for showing off!
Whether being inspected during a military parade or showing it off while going out hunting with Boss Cha and his men, it would always win applause.
Regardless of whether it is practical or not, as long as you rush forward and can stab something, it is a manifestation of bravery.
The aristocratic circle, especially those who are of military origin or those who love martial arts, like this the most.
Boss Cha likes this, but he's getting old and can't play it anymore. I heard that he is preparing to quit his polo team this year.
…
Gustav rode his horse silently, following Bertil, listening to Alan bragging to Bertil. Seeing his son looking at Alan with admiration, as an old father, he couldn't help feeling sad.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that Allen is leading a team of horses and sending people to the front to look for prey and perform a charge.
Just looking at his outfit, it really wasn't cheap after all the trouble he put into it...
If Betil really becomes addicted to this kind of thing in the future, he may not be able to afford it.
For example, this kind of war horse, or a horse that has been trained as a war horse, whether it is the value of the horse itself or the cost of training and raising the horse every year, is not a small amount.
Bertil didn't understand, but Gustav had come into contact with these things when he was young. Just look at the color of the horse that Alan was sitting on... Under the light, it was shining with a faint golden light. This horse alone must be worth at least three or four hundred thousand pounds...