Alan did not take Ajani to visit the other family honor rooms. They were all moved from the old manor. She had been there before and visited them all. There was no point in wasting time visiting them again.
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"This is a gift from my friend. It is the desk used by Louis XIV."
In Allen's private collection room, Ajani was half leaning against a desk that looked very historical, looking at the collections on the surrounding display shelves. She was slightly startled when she heard Allen's voice. She didn't expect that a seemingly old desk could have such a story.
That’s Louis XIV, the famous Sun King. Which Frenchman doesn’t know him?
Although his integrity was somewhat lost in his later years and his image was dragged down by the war, for the French today, Louis XIV is great enough, as he once dominated the whole of Western Europe.
A desk used by such a person is placed here and is still performing its original function. It’s really a dreamy feeling to think about it.
Ajani stood up straight without saying a word, and touched the desk carefully, trying to experience the feeling of history.
"Come to think of it, this table is related to you."
Alan was a little dishonest. Although the two had communicated twice before and got along well with each other, they hadn't seen each other for a while after all. So when they suddenly met, they felt a little unfamiliar.
He walked to Adjani and put his arm around her waist naturally. Under Adjani's puzzled gaze, Alan talked about the time when he and that jerk Spencer went to the south of France to play with Adjani and Sophie Marceau.
"That time you told me about Louis XIV and his Queen Maria. After I came back... I collected some things used by Louis XIV and his queen. Look at that shelf. It's what they used when they got married."
As Alan was talking about what happened last year, Ajani couldn't help but recall the first time she and Alan met in the south of France, and their subsequent indulgent life in the cabin on the sea.
When she thought of the feeling of being in darkness and pitch black, not having to worry about anything and throwing her whole self into it, Ajani suddenly felt a little hot.
Between opposite sexes, people are either attracted by appearance or by skills. Being attracted by money is not called attraction, that is called compromise.
Allen is a man who has both good looks and skills.
Not only does he like Adjani's rich experience, but Adjani also admires Allen's persistence and stability.
The two are well matched and they respect each other.
Now that Allen mentioned this, Ajani's mind unconsciously emerged with the scene at that time, so much so that...
She had absolutely no desire to continue the tour. She wanted to start her entertainment time early and see if Alan had changed much after not seeing him for a while.
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"What's wrong?"
Alan rarely has such an opportunity to show his knowledge to others. He was just busy explaining to Ajani the things in this Western European cultural relics display room. When he turned his head, he saw Ajani staring at him straight, with a slightly unnatural blush on her face, as if she was very hot.
Facing Alan's gaze, Ajani took the initiative to pick up Alan's hand with her tender little hand, and licked the corner of her mouth lightly with her tongue.
"Let's not visit for the rest of the time. I feel a little hot and want to take a shower..."
"hiss……"
This little expression made Alan gasp and almost couldn't hold it back again.
Is this because you have been holding it in for too long and your spiritual heart is unstable?
"Let's go... I'll have someone prepare some red wine. Let's take a bath together and drink some wine?"
"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."
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On the fourth floor, which belongs to him alone, Alan made some special designs when he designed the castle. Until the later decoration, even Hut didn't understand what these strange rooms were used for at first.
For example, there is a large suite very close to the master bathroom. The overall shape is a large rectangular flat, but the room actually has a small door at each end, and there are several old-fashioned aluminum windows on the wall next to the corridor.
Especially at the entrance, there is a raised step.
After the renovation, Hut discovered that this place was decorated according to a standard classroom, even the front and back blackboards, dozens of deliberately old desks and benches, and even large trash cans and cleaning tools were all arranged.
At that time, Hut thought that this was because his young master was ambitious and wanted to have many children after getting married, and then educate them in this classroom.
When he thought of this, Hut became very motivated. He even imagined the uses of the remaining houses with strange decorations.
There is a "wilderness suite" that is specially decorated in a primitive style and is designed to resemble a wild environment using models.
There are offices and supporting workstations designed according to office needs.
There are also haunted house-style themed rooms, military barracks-style, and even Buckingham Palace-style rooms, and there is a suite that fits the bill.
As for those hospitals and the like, there is no need to elaborate on them. Hut automatically classified them as the young master's personal education of the next generation, and taught them at home how to deal with things in various environments.
…
Although Hut could use his imagination, he could never have imagined that Alan, who was always serious in front of him, decorated these houses for a purpose completely different from what Hut thought!
To be precise, they are not all different. At least now, Alan is working hard to take the first step in educating his children as Hut has imagined.
They had just come out of the bathroom, and drank a bottle of red wine while taking a bath.
Under normal circumstances, this bottle of red wine can only play a role in livening up the atmosphere, but when people are taking a bath, their blood circulation will be accelerated. At this time, if they drink while taking a bath, and there is an attractive person of the opposite sex around, the effect of this bottle of red wine will far exceed usual.
Just like now, Alan didn't even have time to ask someone to prepare special clothes, and he impatiently dragged Ajani to the classroom-themed suite to experience it. This was a new room that he had not had time to "move into" since it was renovated.
The outfit she wore today, appearing in the classroom, barely fits the image of a teacher.
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Ajani was lying on the desk, her expression a little dazed and confused, her eyes were unclear, and she could only vaguely hear some crackling sounds, and then felt the pain in her stomach from being hit by the solid wood desk.
It would have been fine if she had just been lying there, but she was already exhausted and could only endure it passively, swaying to the rhythm. She felt uncomfortable and as if she was floating in the clouds. She even forgot to scream.
Alan felt that he was in a great mood today and had a lot of fun. Although Ajani did not cooperate with him, that was enough. How could a student cooperate well with the teacher in the classroom?
This stuff is more immersive!
Thinking of this, Alan suddenly remembered the time when he went to Iceland for his coming-of-age ceremony. What was the name of that person? She was the Italian national actress who had passed away.
At that time, she...
Alan learned a lot of knowledge from her. The deepest impression she left on Alan was her extremely fine and smooth long golden hair and her fair skin. She and Ajani were of the same type, both with fair skin but not rough, and so tender that it didn't look like European skin.
In addition to these impressions, what impressed Allen the most was that the older sister taught him that there is more than one path to take in life. Sometimes, the path that he used to resist and did not want to take can actually be taken if he occasionally changes paths.
This is how the road is. There was no road before, or the road was dirty and impassable. As long as you dare to try and walk more, the road will become passable.
Allen has kept this profound philosophy of life in mind since he was 21 years old. Even though he agrees with it deeply, he rarely takes the initiative to try it out.
The main thing is... among the people he knows, even an older sister like Ajani who has very good skills has not played to that level and can't accompany him on this path in life.
Apart from this older sister with good skills, the rest are very inexperienced younger sisters. Not to mention taking a different path in life, they are not even familiar with how to walk the normal path in life.
But today.
Alan suddenly wanted to try it. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, or maybe it was because he missed someone, or maybe it was because he was under too much pressure and wanted to vent. Anyway, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't be too conventional and traditional. He had to learn to adapt and take a different path!
I lowered my head slightly and took a look. It was raining heavily today, and it was even sleeting. It would be easier to walk on this road in this weather than usual.
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"ah!"
The servant on duty in the room at the end of the corridor vaguely heard a very high-pitched, penetrating and somewhat miserable female scream coming from the bathroom.
But when he thought of what the young master had just told him, he quickly lowered his head and flipped through the Harry Potter book in his hand. Why is there such a big difference between people? A female screenwriter in the family became famous so slowly because of two or three novels?
Even attracted the young master's appreciation?
…
Alan took Ajani and had fun in the castle for a whole week before letting her go and letting her return to France to continue her work.
Before leaving, Allen specially sent her to the airport.
In the back seat of the car, Ajani leaned on Allen's shoulder, looking at the scenery outside the window, and thought about the past few days...
My face turned red unconsciously, and even my stomach and other parts of my body began to hurt subconsciously.
Shaking her head, Ajani reached out and scratched Alan's waist and said, "Do you usually live alone in the castle? Why do I feel like you seem very lonely?"
"How can I be lonely? Don't I still have you when I'm lonely?"
Alan crossed his legs, squinted his eyes slightly, and dealt with Ajani in a disjointed manner.
Live in the castle yourself.
In this castle, besides him, William and Harry, there are more than 300 people from butlers to servants. How could he be lonely?
"Then...when you moved to your new home, why didn't you invite many people to your home like those nobles did? Before I came to your place, I attended a party of a producer. He bought a new estate in Bordeaux and invited many people to his home."
"Um?"
When Alan heard what Ajani said, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head. He felt like he had grasped something, but at the same time, he felt like he had grasped nothing.
But he was also tired these days. He twisted his neck and didn't think too much about it. He looked at the road sign in front of him and realized that they were almost at the airport.
As a gentleman, Alan still has some etiquette to see the lady off to the airport.
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Next to the airport runway, before getting off the car, Ajani hugged Allen and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then got off the car happily. She waved to Allen in the car and pointed to the plane not far away.
Alan smiled and nodded at her, making a phone call gesture with his right hand.
After watching Ajani walk away, Alan signaled the driver to drive home.
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The former site of old Carl's garage in Swansea has been vacant and the garage has not been sold.
Alan's car was parked on the side of the road not far from the entrance of the repair shop, looking at the familiar manor in the distance, the ancestral home of the Russell family.
The manor at this moment no longer looked the same as it did when Alan visited some time ago.
There are some faint black marks on the facade of the main building of the manor, which looks like it was burned by a fire.
Alan rolled down the car window and admired the manor from afar. A few days ago, old Carl had done some secret things. First, he spread the word privately that the Russell family was originally Irish and they had always been in contact with the rioters in Northern Ireland.
The foreign companies that suffered losses in the fire could not find the Northern Irish rioters. Now they heard that the Russell family had such background connections, so someone came to their door that night to ask for an explanation.
We are all neighbours who see each other every day and we all live in Swansea. There is no need to do this, right?
Even if you wanted to use these attacks to demonstrate to London, since you, the Russell family, knew the inside story, couldn't you have given them a heads-up in advance? Or just burned some worthless things to make it look like a show?
After this fire, there will be losses of several hundred million dollars. Who can bear it?
But when Earl Russell heard such remarks, he was completely stunned. His ancestors were indeed of Irish descent, but damn, how dare you Americans say such things?
Does an aristocrat of Irish descent have to be connected with the rioters in Northern Ireland?
There are a lot of you Americans whose ancestors are Irish. Are you Americans also connected to the Northern Ireland rioters?
He said so, but no one believed him!
In the end, everyone left in a bad mood. When had Earl Russell ever suffered such humiliation?
He may be a cultured person, but that doesn't mean he has no temper!
According to people familiar with the matter, when seeing off those "evil guests" that day, Earl Russell even said some harsh words on how to prevent those people from coming back to burn the house again.
Then...as expected, there were a few sporadic small-scale arson fires that night.
Regardless of whether the foreign companies in the development zone suffered losses, the Russell family's estate did suffer a fire, although only the small garden in the front yard was burned and the main building was not burned.
But this time, Earl Russell was really scared. How dare someone burn down a noble's manor? !
He can't stay in Swansea anymore. On the left, there is the Earl of Carmarthen, and on the right, there is a group of foreigners. How is he going to live his life like this?
Do you always feel nervous before going to bed every night?
Thinking of this, Earl Russell gritted his teeth and prepared to move his family to Scotland.