That's it... He still made a conservative estimate. If you add the grooms who raise the horses and the trainers who train the horses, the annual expenses would add up to at least one million pounds, right?

And this is just one horse. Add to that Bertil's equestrian training, equipment, and the bodyguards accompanying him, how much will it cost?

The alimony they can get in a year is only a few million pounds?

It is unknown whether the whole family can afford to let their son play with this even if they tighten their belts.

This thing...he can't afford to play with it.

Thinking of this, Gustav fell into deep inferiority again. He had boasted to Allen a few days ago that he had saved some money and was preparing to hold a large celebration for the 20th anniversary of his accession to the throne.

But a set of hunting equipment starts at over a million pounds, and that doesn't even include the cost of the horses and equipment his bodyguards ride.

The gap between the two sides...

Too big!

I am the king of a country, and I am comparing myself to an earl...

It was totally blown away...

Fortunately, this place... is vast and sparsely populated. If more outsiders saw it, Gustav wouldn't know where to put his old face.

Just as he thought of this, he turned his head and saw the second prince of Denmark, his nephew Christian, who was looking at him with concern.

"Uncle...are you okay? I see you're not in a good state today?"

Christian has black hair, wears a cotton hat with earmuffs, and an orange windbreaker.

His outfit is a tradition here. It's all snowy, and wearing clothes of this color will make him easy to identify against the white background. It will greatly increase safety, and even if an accident happens, it will facilitate rescue.

But when their clothes were compared with Alan's crayfish-colored clothes, they looked... like a noble lord riding a horse and passing by a sanitation worker who was cleaning the roadside.

I'm not trying to disparage sanitation workers but this sense of déjà vu... it's that direct.

Christian had been specifically told that Alan wanted to focus on playing with Bertil today, so he didn't go near Alan. He just came over to ask when he saw Gustav sitting on the horse a little absent-minded.

…

"It's okay, you know, they British are rich, I just envy them sometimes."

Gustav played a little joke on his nephew.

"Haha, uncle is right, but this one..."

Christian pointed at Alan's back in the front and said, "I heard that he is very rich. He owns many businesses. Although they are not well-known, they have huge cash flow, plus his family's ancestral property. However... when I was in France, I heard from my colleagues that he is very capable, very strong, and a little difficult to get along with."

"Hahaha."

Gustav listened to Christian's complaints and smiled. Which British aristocrats are easy to get along with?

The higher up the social ladder this group is, the more old-fashioned and eccentric they are. They may be low-key, but that doesn’t mean they are kind!

Otherwise... they wouldn't have existed until now.

He will not be like his cousin who is the queen of Denmark... taking the approach of being friendly and down-to-earth.

…

Prince Christian is the second son of the Queen of Denmark.

His mother, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, can be considered a true old friend of the Chinese people.

The queen is still young, only in her fifties, but she has very positive values ​​and is very opinionated.

She is not like Gustav, a mascot king. The queen has real power.

…

When outsiders hear the word Queen, the first thing they think of is probably the legendary Queen Victoria.

In modern times, it is probably the one in Great Britain, but in the whole of Europe, Margaret II is no less famous than the one in Great Britain.

The queen never puts down her cigarette, even when she is in Congress.

Many inexperienced people, when they get to know this queen for the first time, would probably be intimidated by her tough style.

Imagine a graceful middle-aged queen, sitting at the front of the Congress in gorgeous clothes, holding a cigarette in her hand, crossing her legs, and scolding anyone who disagrees with her.

That style...

You can imagine a fifty-something Northeastern auntie who has a bit of a gangster vibe, is very enthusiastic, and smokes. She gives people this kind of feeling.

Moreover, when the queen is happy, she will randomly sing a song regardless of the occasion, and she is very joyful.

But usually... she would become an ordinary person, just like she was off work, wearing civilian clothes, going shopping on the streets and in the supermarket in their country, and occasionally buying groceries in person.

Some ordinary people probably wouldn't recognize her even if they met her on the street.

Even if they recognized her, they would still feel a little doubtful or unbelievable, unable to imagine why such a queen would appear in such a place.

It’s very… down to earth.

This is still in their domestic and people's livelihood aspects. When it comes to foreign affairs, the queen is also very strong.

Something like so-and-so is the world's boss and everyone has to listen to you; something like a certain country in the East did something bad and everyone wants to isolate it.

Queen Margaret II doesn't give a shit about America.

Go wherever you want and don’t stand in front of me and get in the way. Are you telling me how to do things?

She will pay attention to whoever she wants, because she is the queen, and sometimes she has a bit of a rebellious temper. The more you forbid her to pay attention to others, the more she will like to pay attention to others during such important time periods.

The main theme is: "What are you looking at?" "I'm just looking at you, what's wrong?!"

It's just that she is so rebellious and unique, but the Danes buy into her attitude and say that the Queen is awesome... The Queen has done a great job, and we support her.

The Danish royal family is doing very well. Although they may not be very famous internationally and are not the richest or the most influential, when it comes to their individuality and popularity among the people, they are definitely at the top, even surpassed by the British.

So the queen raised her son to have a temperament like her. Christian has an older brother.

But they get along very well within the royal family.

There is a strong family atmosphere. The queen is the head of the family, and her children all listen to her. There is no infighting, and even the relatives around them get along well with each other.

Prince Christian doesn't even have the "nobleness" of Alan. If no one introduced him, he would look more like a college student who had just graduated a few years ago. After graduation, he went to France for an internship and lived an ordinary life.

As soon as his cousin (uncle) called him, he came happily.

…

"Come up and sit next to me."

Alan stopped his horse and extended his hand to invite Bertil to ride with him.

The bodyguards who had just gone to hunt in front had already circled the prey and were just waiting for Alan to come over so they could start hunting.

Now...it's time for him to show off.

The other prerequisites were arranged for him by his servants.

"I?"

"Take you to experience it yourself!"

Alan glared at Bertil, and Bertil moved his mouth. The little brat couldn't stand Alan's look, so after a little instigation, he got off the horse and grabbed Alan's hand.

It was a bit crowded for two people to ride on the same horse, especially for hunting.

But it’s not a big problem, I don’t ride it all the time.

…

Generally speaking, if you use a lance, not a firearm but a cold weapon like a lance, to hunt, people will most likely think you are crazy.

This is because it is too inefficient, and in most cases, if you suddenly encounter prey in the wild, it is difficult to chase it for a long time on horseback.

The terrain in the wild is complex, and wild animals will generally escape from their pursuers in a short period of time, either by running away or hiding.

There are too many unexpected events, so it is more practical to use firearms than cold weapons, unless you are using a bow and arrow.

However, bows and arrows have many limitations and require more basic skills than firearms.

But... Alan was more of a showman this time. The bodyguards who went ahead to explore the way and lure monsters had surrounded a male moose and had been driving this guy to run for half an hour. The male moose could hardly run anymore.

In this case, it would be much more reasonable for Allen to appear with a lance.

The moose was like a huge living target. Anyone who was stabbed by him would almost certainly die.

…

Bertil felt the horse beneath him slowly change its stride and increase its speed. Alan had already pulled out the lance that was across the saddle.

The wooden gun body has been worn so much that the original color of the wood can no longer be seen. The gun head is about ten centimeters long, a double-edged gun head. The black gun head emits a cold light and can be seen by turning the head.

This was his first time experiencing hunting from a first-person perspective.

"Do you know where to hunt?"

"Hit the vital points!"

Allen sneered and said, "Where is the weak spot?"

"this……"

Bertil was a little stuck and hesitated, "Head?"

"Hmph... When the prey is moving, it's not that easy to hit the head. You'll only hit the head when you're ambushing or at a very far distance, but normally you'll hit the lungs!"

"oh!"

Allen poked Bethil in the ribs and said, "Right here. If you hit them, the prey won't feel the pain at first. They will run away immediately. But after they are hit in the lungs, the faster they run... the faster they die, especially when the weather is cold."

"Are you ready? Hold on tight. Don't blame me if you fall and get your ribs stepped on or something."

"Hold tight!"

As Betil spoke, a breath of cold wind blew into his mouth and he almost got a stitch in the side.

"Bend over, lean forward, and prepare to charge!"

Alan took a deep breath and squeezed his thighs against the mount. Without his command, the big white horse knew it was time to speed up again.

The scenery quickly turned muddy on either side, and a lone moose came into view.

The huge antlers look like two bushes on its head.

Hearing the noise, the moose subconsciously turned around and ran, but it had just been chased for half an hour, so how could it run at this time?

…

The distance between the two sides was visibly shortened.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Five meters.

Getting closer!

Bertil was almost blinded by the wind, and he turned his head slightly, just in time to see that Alan's lance was pointed slightly downward, his arm hanging down, so that the lance was parallel to the horse's body.

Then……

"Swish~"

The sound of the gun tip rubbing against the wind and the sound of the gun tip piercing the flesh followed one after another.

Bertil felt like he had hit the moose, but a second before the impact, the moose seemed to be knocked away by the lance.

Then he saw the moose that had been pushed several meters away struggling to stand up, staggering a few steps, then staggering again before falling down.

"!!!"

Bertil didn't know how to describe this feeling. At this moment, life seemed insignificant. The moose that was alive and kicking just now was just...

It's dead!

It died so suddenly, just like that.

…

When Alan started to charge, Christian was more alert. He had already noticed something unusual over there. He patted Gustav, and the two of them controlled their mounts and jogged slowly behind Alan.

Then we saw Allen riding a horse, charging, leaning over the horse's back, and stabbing the huge moose with his lance.

This kind of moose is almost as tall at the shoulder as the mount Alan is riding, so it is considered a big one.

But even such a big moose was stabbed and staggered forward a few steps before falling down.

Looking at this scene...Christian's scalp tingled again.

This is a moose weighing five or six hundred kilograms!

If the target was a human, he would probably be pierced by the lance and then thrown several meters away, dying instantly.

This is too fierce!

He thought Alan looked like an ordinary young man, but after seeing this display by this noble lord from Britain today, Christian was instantly in awe.

This is the instinctive respect between men for the strong, nothing else.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

"How about it?"

Gustav looked at Alan's heroic figure stabbing the moose to death and asked Christian with a smile.

"Very strong. Although these British guys have bad tempers, they are really capable."

"Haha...So, Christian, don't look down on anyone. Sometimes, some people you look down on may have outstanding qualities."

"Uncle, I remember what you taught me."

Christian thought that his cousin was deliberately teaching him a lesson, but when he heard this, he thought more deeply. Could it be that his cousin wanted him to make friends with the earl?

Is there anything else about him that he needs to learn?

…

After circling around, Alan rode his horse slowly to a stop next to the moose.

Although it had fallen down, the moose was not dead yet and was spitting out blood. There was a large pool of foamy blood on the ground near its mouth. This was the blood that came directly from its lungs.

"bass!"

Allen pulled out a short knife from the bag on his waist, handed it to Bertil and said, "Go...kill it with your own hands, don't let it suffer any more."

“Ohhh…”

Bertil jumped off the horse, but he was not able to stand steadily. He supported himself with his hands on the ground, then slowly got up. He took the dagger handed to him by Allen, held the knife in both hands, and stood beside the moose in a daze.

"What are you standing there for? Are you afraid to kill it? Stand behind it and stab it in the neck. When you see blood, wait. When it is dead, open its stomach and take out its heart."

"ah?"

“Go ahead!”

Seeing Bertil's hesitation, Allen picked up his lance again and said instigatively, "If you don't dare, let me do it. When I go back, I will tell William and the others that you didn't even dare to kill a deer."

When Bertil heard this, his face changed, and he couldn't resist Alan's instigation. He gritted his teeth and knelt behind the moose, with his left leg on the moose's neck. He held the dagger in reverse with both hands, aimed at the moose's neck, and stabbed it hard.