"Hello, Alan, I have often heard my brother talk about you."

Edward got out of the car and shook hands with Alan, then patted Alan's shoulder seemingly intimately.

The two are the same age, both born in 1968, and are both 25 years old this year.

But in terms of experience, the former is a little fox, while the latter is a pure greenhouse flower, having been the apple of everyone's eye since childhood.

Think about the age difference between him and Boss Cha, which is a full twenty years. The elder brother is like a father!

Plus, I have an older brother and an older sister, and an old mother who takes care of things.

At such a young age, you really have everything you want.

Living in such a tolerant environment, although Prince Edward has few rights, the lives he leads are very different from those of Prince Bertil of Sweden.

In the past two days, Alan has been catching up on the limited information about Prince Edward. He knows that besides his love of acting, other things seem to be...

He is a rather introverted person. He doesn't like ostentation or anything fancy. He just wants to make do with what he can get in life.

She never lived in the palace, which was very similar to Boss Cha. The queen's children, when they grew up, moved out of the palace as if they were escaping for their lives. They either bought a big house and lived alone, or, like Boss Cha, got a piece of land and built a house. In any case, they would never return to live in the palace.

It is said that Prince Edward now lives in an ordinary three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in London with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters. Among all the royal family members, his house is considered extremely "poor".

He only has one housekeeper with him, and will bring a few more people with him when he needs something else.

After the incident of beating someone was exposed, the Queen assigned him several bodyguards. Now he is a little afraid of the omnipresent paparazzi, so he gave in.

but……

When he came to Wales this time, he discovered something new. Those paparazzi who were extremely arrogant in the past and even almost climbed onto his window to take pictures of him, followed him from a distance when he went out this time as usual, ready to see if they could capture any big news.

But after seeing the direction he was going, those people followed him to the Welsh border and then retreated. Even the most daring family only stopped at the border and did not follow him in, as if there was some great terror waiting for them further ahead. Anyway...

Since entering Wales, Edward felt relaxed all over, and the paparazzi following him disappeared!

This seemed magical to him. Could this be the legendary deterrent power of the Earl of Carmarthen?

Is it so effective?

…

"Haha, Your Highness, thank you for the compliment. Let's go in and I'll show you around first."

Alan took a step back, took the initiative to start the conversation, and prepared to take Edward on a tour according to the procedure.

"No hurry, let me take a look at your manor first. Are these exterior walls made of old materials? It's really full of historical atmosphere, ah~"

Prince Edward said this, still intoxicated, closing his eyes and sniffing hard, looking like a drug addict.

Alan was almost dumbfounded by his performance. It was just a shabby manor, wasn't it? What was the big deal?

…

"I seem to smell the blood left on the outer wall. Ah~ Is this what you call glory?"

Prince Edward stroked his hands on the cracked stone exterior wall, the dark indelible marks on it, and talked to himself with a look of ecstasy on his face.

Alan's face twitched. Although... what he said was right, those traces were indeed the traces left by those things over the years, but it didn't seem like a big deal at first, but after he said that, it felt like... there was something.

"I wish I was born in that era, full of battles and glory, blood and fire. Come on, come to me, I want to fight."

Prince Edward was not satisfied with just talking. As he was talking, he gestured with his right hand, as if he had drawn a sword from his waist, ready to fight, and then he stabbed the wall a few times with an intangible object.

“My legs were already mired in blood, and I couldn’t stop.

Thinking of turning back is like reaching the end, which is chilling.

There is no way out, the future is a swamp, people are sinking deeper and deeper. "

…

Hutt and Alan looked at each other. Why are they still singing?

Suddenly I feel that the third prince's condition seems to be more serious than what the information says. This is no longer a quirk, this is abnormal!

To be honest, Allen thinks Prince Edward looks very much like an American comedy star, Jim Carrey.

Imagine Jim Carrey standing in front of you, touching the wall with his right hand, with his left thumb clenched in the air, and performing some incomprehensible sword techniques on you, reciting poetry while "dancing with the sword". What kind of a feeling would that be?

I fucking wish I was born in that era.

The Welsh are not cabbages. They are real barbarians, all of them are strong and muscular. Prince Edward is so small that he would probably be knocked down by them in a single encounter. What's more, there is blood and fire...

Alan wanted to laugh but couldn't help it, he patted Hut and signaled him to arrange Prince Edward's bodyguards and the bodyguards from his family who were responsible for welcoming him first, so as not to embarrass him in such public, like a lunatic.

…

"Your Highness, shall we go in?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Prince Edward pushed his hair back with both hands, combing his half-long blond hair into a big backcomb. His hair fluttered in the wind, and he strode into the manor.

Alan followed behind and watched him posing in strange ways, and suddenly it occurred to him...if Prince Edward went to the celebration of Gustav's 20th anniversary of his accession to the throne, would he steal his limelight?

Bringing such a conspicuous bag to Sweden seemed unreliable. Suddenly, Alan went from being a troublemaker to a person responsible for covering the consequences. For a moment, he was a little unable to adapt to his new identity. He was unreliable enough, and now there was a prince who was even more unreliable than him. This was the cause of the incident.

…

"I have heard about the glorious history of the Hill family for a long time. Seeing it today is indeed extraordinary."

After taking Prince Edward to visit the Family Hall of Honor on the first floor, when they saw the last and most historical piece of armor, Alan saw the prince's mouth moving, and his scalp began to tingle.

Along the way, the prince kept talking about literature and quoting some famous quotes from Shakespeare.

Although it sounds appropriate, it is very embarrassing...

I always feel like he is just forcing it, and although it sounds a bit satisfying, satisfaction only accounts for 20% of this satisfaction, and the remaining 80% is embarrassment.

"Glory in this world is often born out of sin, sacrificing one's conscience for the sake of false reputation!"

Prince Edward stared at the rust on the armor, then looked at Alan with deep eyes.

Before Allen could react after he said this, the butler following him and Hut behind Allen both changed their expressions at the same time.

Even if you are a prince, when you go to a minister's house, you cannot say such things in front of his ancestral relics, right?

If the Hill family built Yongyao on sin, then what is the British royal family? You even curse your own family?

"Your Highness...we..."

Prince Edward's butler was a little confused. He pulled Edward, wanting him to stop talking, or he would be beaten if he said anything more!

Did he inherit this bad habit of talking too much from Prince Philip?

…

Alan took a deep breath, felt Hutt gently pull on his lower back, turned his head and nodded to Hutt.

This thing... it doesn't matter whether he is angry or not. Ever since this guy got out of the car, Alan felt that he was a little abnormal. If he argued with such a person, it would make him, Master Alan, appear abnormal as well. It's not that serious.

The key point is... if he really beats him today, the Queen will definitely not let him off!

“Bang!”

Alan smiled and put his hands firmly on Prince Edward's shoulders. This action brought the intoxicated Prince Edward back to reality. He glanced at Alan, then at the butler who was standing next to him with an embarrassed look on his face. He finally realized that he seemed to have been too excited and said something out of turn.

“Alan…”

"Your Highness, Shakespeare also said that you can eat more but talk less. In Wales, if you offend the Hill family, you will go to hell. Have you heard of this saying?"

"I……"

Prince Edward looked at Alan with eyes that were pure, kind, and even without any aura. He just looked at him calmly.

But he knew that this was because of his identity as a prince. His eldest brother, the captain of the guards, was said to be no simple person. The key point was... it was rumored that he seemed to have a bad temper. His mother mentioned it to him before he came. He was a little excited today, and then he forgot about it.

Now looking at Alan's eyes, he suddenly came to his senses.

But when did Shakespeare say this?

Just as he was about to deny it, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and Prince Edward gasped.

"Hiss...I...I've heard of it. I've heard of it."

"That's great. Then, Your Highness, shall we continue to visit the next place?"

"Okay, Alan, you lead the way."

…

"Your Highness wishes you a safe journey. We will meet again in September."

"Haha, no need to see me off, Alan. Bye!"

Prince Edward got into the car with an unnatural look on his face. Allen closed the door for him personally, and the Ford motorcade drove away.

"Master, when did Shakespeare say that? I have no recollection of it."

Hut waited until their convoy had gone far away before he asked Allen in confusion about the "famous quote" from Shakespeare that he had said to Prince Edward at that time.

Judging from his knowledge, it seems that Shakespeare had no contact with the Hill family back then.

"Oh, does it matter whether he said it or not? If he could live to this day and see me, he would have to say whatever I asked him to say. He might even write a storybook for me and spread my praises."

“…”

Shakespeare said so many famous quotes in his life, just like Lu Xun, many people can no longer tell what he said.

Hut thought that this was a quote from Shakespeare that Alan had seen in some rare book, but who knew... it was actually made up by his own young master.

However, when I think of what Allen said, if Shakespeare could really live to this day and meet his master again, when a gun is pointed at his head, with the master's temper, asking him to write a pornographic novel, I guess Shakespeare would have to write it too, right?

"Okay, let's get ready to go back. Have someone prepare dinner for me. I want something light. Call Butler Capel later. I want to meet His Highness and report to him about today's situation and the next time I attend the celebration."

"Okay, Master. I'll arrange it right away."

Hut bent down and hurried to do his work.

…

"Xiao Huang, come here!"

Alan was strolling on the playground of the old manor. He saw a big white bird swaying left and right on the grass in the distance, and he whistled to call it over.

When Xiao Huang heard the sound and saw Alan, its movements became faster. It could obviously fly, but it was lazy and would not fly if it could walk. It just walked over like this, swaying from side to side.

Alan bent down and picked up the little yellow cat that was walking over. He rubbed its head twice, like stroking a cat, and ruffled the bird feathers on the little yellow cat's head into a mess, making it cry out in a cooing manner.

While holding Xiao Huang, I was thinking about what happened today.

Prince Edward was indeed just here for a visit and to get to know Alan. After all, the two of them would represent the British royal family to attend celebrations in Sweden in a while.

But just after the visit, Prince Edward made another request: he wanted to set up a new company.

As for this company, he wanted to bring Allen along. According to his original words, "Shakespeare once said that a strong man never walks alone and needs a good helper."

So he found Allen. In Prince Edward's idea, he wanted Allen to be the director and he to be the screenwriter, and they would make a movie together. He would star in it, and if it was a big hit at the box office, they would split the money earned equally.

This plan seems reasonable, and everyone will contribute half of the company's funds to set up a film and television company.

But...he is responsible for being the screenwriter and the leading actor.

When Alan thought of his somewhat neurotic appearance, he thought, how could they expect a movie made by such a person to be a big hit at the box office?

If you throw your money into a river, you can still hear the sound of water. But if you throw it to a film and television company like this, it would be a waste.

Besides, how could Alan have the time to play house with him?

How childish!

…

"Master, you are back?"

"I've been back for a few days. How's it going over there lately?"

Alan, with a towel covering his face, was quietly lying by the bathtub taking a bath. Old Carl, in a suit and tie, was standing by the bathtub reporting the situation. He had just been called back from Swansea.

"Uh... everything is fine. We caused a few accidents, eliminated a few unimportant people, and provoked conflicts. Currently, the Russell family and Ford's people are not getting along well. I am pushing forward this plan."

"Ford's people? The American Ford?"

Hearing Old Carl's voice, Alan pulled off the towel covering his face, wondering why Ford's people were in Swansea.

"Master, have you forgotten? Ford has a large parts production base in the Swansea Development Zone. I sent someone to secretly attack one of their warehouses a few days ago. They felt a little painful for the loss this time, so they came to the Russell family."

"Oh... so that's it. Why don't these Americans just attack their own people? They are timid and will behave themselves after a few of them die."

"Hey... Master, if we attack their people directly, I'm afraid it will attract too much attention and it will be difficult to handle. Didn't you ask us to proceed slowly?"

"Hmm... I'm at ease leaving it to you. Are there any other difficulties? On your side?"

"We don't have enough manpower, Master... There are too few new faces I can use. As for the others, I'm afraid they will be exposed and it will be difficult to use them."