Ark Royal is the name of the ship and its model is Invincible class.

Three Invincible-class aircraft carriers have been built so far. The first ship, the Invincible, was started in 1973 and entered service in 1980. The second ship, the Excellence, was started in 1976 and entered service in mid-1982. The Ark Royal was the third ship, which was started in 1978 and entered service at the end of 1985. When Alan temporarily retired and came back to take over his father's title, the Ark Royal had just been in service for a short time and had not yet fully formed its combat effectiveness.

Among these three aircraft carriers, only the lead ship, the Invincible, caught up with the Falklands War that year. The other aircraft carrier that participated in the war was the Hermes, which was an old aircraft carrier that served in the late 1950s. It was not easy for it to reach the Falklands back then. After the war, the British master disliked the Hermes because it was too old, and finally sold it to India, asking India to buy it back to show off.

Theoretically speaking, the Ark Royal is still a new ship, having only been in service for eight years.

Because it is a light aircraft carrier with a full load displacement of only 20,000 tons, the crew on board are not as many as those on the American aircraft carrier. Including the pilots, there are only a little over a thousand people on the entire aircraft carrier. Compared with the now famous Kitty Hawk, the overall combat effectiveness is less than half of theirs.

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Although it was a visit of condolences, the Ark Royal still had strict requirements for the helicopters or transport planes on board. It was not like you could just find any helicopter to fly over and stop.

It must be a helicopter in service on their aircraft carrier, even if Boss Cha comes, so Alan can only come here by riding their early warning helicopter. This thing has limited space for members to be carried in the back, and in addition to the crew members, it can only carry three "guests". There are only Alan, Xiao Shitou, and a photographer on this helicopter, and the other personnel are scattered on several other helicopters.

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The imagined scene of the other three Sea Harrier carrier-based aircraft landing vertically one by one and his helicopter landing and posing among several fighter jets did not appear.

Alan could only wait patiently for the Sea Harrier carrier-based aircraft to land in a very handsome posture first, and then be towed to the apron at the front of the aircraft carrier by tractors before it was his turn to land.

Looking at the Ark Royal from a closer distance, Alan had only one feeling...it's so damn small!

The difference between people is too great. Even if he was mentally prepared, when he was about to land and looked at the Ark Royal up close, especially with the aircraft carrier on it as a reference, it looked even smaller. It was weird...

A cruise ship-like chimney, a raised ski jump deck in the front, and a tiny place...

Especially the paint, this light gray paint, it looks ugly no matter how you look at it. Compared with the American gray, it looks even uglier. Although it is called an aircraft carrier, it always looks like a modified cruise ship.

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As the helicopter came to a steady stop, the photographer jumped down first, carrying the video camera. He also had to film Allen first.

After the photographer was in position, Xiao Shitou went down, and then it was Alan's turn. The propeller, which had not yet completely stopped, emitted a huge downforce wind, and Alan was almost unable to open his eyes. Xiao Shitou pressed his shoulder, and the two of them lowered their heads and trotted out of the wind pressure range of the helicopter.

"Hello, Sir Allen. On behalf of all the sailors on the ship, I welcome you!"

The surrounding sea breeze mixed with the noise of the helicopter behind him, and Alan almost didn't hear what the person opposite him said. Anyway, he could only force a smile and extend his right hand to shake hands with the other party.

"Is the ceremony arranged? His Highness will be here soon!"

Alan spoke subconsciously in a loud voice. The person who was receiving him smiled and pointed at the transfer vehicle next to him, motioning Alan to get on.

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Generally, celebrations on aircraft carriers are held with deck bonfire parties and barbecues. After all, it is a tradition...

Boss Cha did the same this time. Alan followed behind him and took advantage of the power of the other party to watch a small ship review first. The relief supplies had been delivered in advance, but for the sake of confidentiality, they were not made public until Boss Cha got on board the ship.

After the inspection, while the venue was being set up for the barbecue, the captain brought a few people to accompany Boss Cha on a tour. The sailors around had not yet completely dispersed. One of the officers pointed to a little golden retriever next to him who seemed to be a representative of the sailors and said, "Aren't you curious about who is here today? Look... this is His Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen. The magazine you often read is his property."

"???"

Alan didn't understand why he suddenly brought this up. The Hill family's reputation had been "gradually improving" in recent years, and he had tried his best to whitewash the family's stain. Now someone was bringing up his pain again, in front of so many people.

"Hello, sir. My name is Raphael. Can I...can I give you a suggestion?"

After hearing Alan's introduction, the dull-looking sailor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached behind his pants in an indecent manner. When he saw that the officers around him, including Boss Cha, were looking at him, he reacted. He subconsciously reached his hand back and touched his nose, then he looked at Alan excitedly and asked.

"Well...you say!"

No matter how unhappy Alan was, with so many people present, he had to be generous for the sake of his face and hope that this stupid idiot wouldn't ask him questions that would be too embarrassing.

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"Sir, your magazine has been around for so many years. When will you change to some normal, younger models? The Sun is better looking than the magazine. We are usually very bored on the boat. The models in your magazine are really uninteresting. Tom is even gay... I don't want to be gay!"

"Hahaha!!!" As this suggestion was made, there was laughter all around.

After hearing this ridiculous opinion, Alan's face turned black, and a group of officers next to him also laughed. Only Boss Cha, who didn't know the truth, was a little confused. The people next to him quickly and quietly explained to Boss Cha the origin of this matter.

Only a small number of upper-class people knew that the Hill family was involved in the military supply magazine of the British Naval Logistics Department. Their magazine had been poisoning British sailors for a long time, and even their own people were not spared.

After the explanation, Boss Cha finally understood. He was not in a hurry to leave. He just stood aside and looked at Alan with a look that all men understood.

“…”

"Well... we in the navy all have traditions. This kind of thing... Although I was troubled by it when I served in the navy a few years ago, but... think about it from another perspective. If the models in the magazines are too beautiful, and you see them too much... when you go ashore on vacation, won't it be less fun? Are there so many beautiful women on the shore?"

Alan pretended to be extremely serious and brought up his dead father's theory again. He couldn't admit that he was wrong, but facing other people's opinions in front of so many people, he couldn't refuse too arrogantly, so he could only force himself to explain.

"oh……"

There was another long sigh of relief around, this time the sound was much more serious than before. Since they were discussing such issues, the topic was definitely light-hearted. In addition, the person opposite him was a private, and the person he was giving advice to was a noble lord who was out of his reach in the past. The officers around him originally listened with an attitude of watching a joke.

Now, after Alan's forced explanation, the whole topic was instantly elevated to a philosophical level.

"The old Earl was really far-sighted back then..."

"Yes, yes. The old count is no longer in the navy, but he is always concerned about the navy and thinks about the young people in the navy..."

"As expected, if you look at the problem from different angles, the results will be different."

Boss Cha listened to the conversations of the officers around him and tried hard to hold back his laughter. He knew too well what kind of person Alan's father was. To let such a rough man consider such a question...

What do you mean by considering the young sailors? This is just laziness, bad taste, and the desire to save money. It's nothing!

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The Ark Royal was heading westwards, sailing towards the setting sun. In a separate area on the deck, Alan came up to Boss Cha with a few skewers of chicken wings that he had grilled himself.

"Your Highness, please try it. I made it."

Boss Cha had his hands behind his back, staring at the sunset in the distance that was almost parallel to the sea level. The whole scene looked a bit poetic...

"Alan... I read in the newspaper that seven of Robert's children died... Was it you who did it, or those Mossad guys who escaped?"

"ah?"

Allen didn't expect Boss Cha to suddenly ask this...

People... Of course he arranged for someone to do it, because he wanted the shares in the hands of his children, and he also had to prevent them from finding excuses to come back and ask for them later. So... Of course the safest thing to do is to get rid of that person.

"I did it... Your Highness, didn't you tell me to do it cleanly? I did everything you said. He only had a little daughter who ran away. When my people went to look for her, she had already boarded a plane to America. But don't worry, I have sent people to chase her. She can't get away."

“…”

Boss Cha suddenly turned around and looked at Allen who was holding a skewer in his hand. He scolded him with a look of disappointment: "I asked you to do it more cleanly. Is that what I meant by clean? Huh?!!! Is that how you understand cleanly? I said you should take good care of them, not kill them all! And you're still chasing them? You're really capable! The security department has been setting up this scheme for so long, are you going to ruin it all?!"

"I……"

Alan lowered his head and tried to hand the skewers to Boss Cha hesitantly, asking him to calm down first.

"Your Highness... Now that everyone is dead, what else can I do? There are still two Jews on the run, so why not let them take the blame..."

“You!!!”

Boss Cha gritted his teeth and grabbed the skewer handed over by Alan. He sniffed it and was suddenly stunned. You know what... the smell was interesting, and it was not burnt.

"Speaking of Jews, I asked you to hand them over to the security department as soon as you returned. What did you do? Huh?!"

Just as he was about to take a bite, Boss Cha suddenly remembered the two fugitive Jews, and then thought of the security department who came to him to complain, saying that Allen's men were too harsh. In just one night, one was interrogated to death, and the others were half dead. They took over five people, which was no different from taking over five pieces of trash.

Boss Cha gets a headache just thinking about this kind of reckless behavior.

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"Your Highness... this is not my fault. I didn't know that the old man could be useful to them. When I returned, he was already dead. The remaining few... were rescued in time..."

"Alright, alright."

Boss Cha raised his hand and wanted to throw away the skewers, but after thinking about it... he held back for the sake of his image. He turned around and didn't look at Alan. With a melancholy look, he looked in the direction of the sunset.

As for Alan... usually there are a lot of small things happening, and big things happen occasionally. Boss Cha never took it seriously, but this time it was a little different.

The old man who died was a senior member of Mossad and had made many contributions. He was lurking in Wales, which was a semi-hidden state, which was equivalent to living here in retirement.

For people in their industry, once they enter the industry, there is no chance of quitting. They can only work until they die.

Now... the person was interrogated and died...

Although the Israelis will not openly come to him for an explanation, Allen is in some trouble. They are in the dark, and as a noble...how can he defend himself against this?

In addition, there are still two escaped members who have not been caught, which adds another challenge to Alan's safety.

When he thought of this, Boss Cha had an even bigger headache. Allen was obviously his chief guard, but as the monarch, he now had to worry about Allen's safety, fearing that Allen would die before him.

Who is the guard of whom between the two?

If Allen died, the Hill family would be extinct, and the British royal family would no longer have a hereditary family of the chief guard to protect the future crown prince. If this were to get out... it would absolutely be a great shame and an international disgrace.

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"When we meet at Christmas, I will ask the Queen if it is possible to restore your guard."

Boss Cha could now understand why Alan wanted to restore the guards. With this ability to cause trouble, it would be really unsafe if he didn't get more bodyguards!

"ah?!"

Alan didn't know what Boss Cha was thinking about as he stared at the sunset for such a long time, but how come he ended up talking about the establishment?

This...surprise came too suddenly, it was no wonder that he deliberately let the two Jews go.

Alan has made up his mind. If Boss Cha doesn't speak up for him, he's going to stage a fake assassination and use some cruel tricks to gain sympathy.

"Thank you, Your Highness! It turns out that Your Highness is the one who understands and cares for his subjects. In the past few years... I really have been... Your Highness, please eat. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

“…”

Boss Cha took a deep breath, handed the skewers to Allen and said, "Recently, you should just stay at your party and don't cause any more trouble for me. You still have to go to Australia with me at the beginning of next year. I don't want to be without a captain of the guard by then."

"yes!"

"Go over there and roast some potatoes for me. Every time I smell chicken, I remember that every time you left my place, you asked Capel to catch chickens for you. Are the chickens I raise delicious? Did you learn your skewering skills by stealing chickens from me?"

Boss Cha looked at Allen with an increasingly dangerous look, and his voice became increasingly deeper.

"No... Your Highness, what are you thinking about? I'll go and bake some potatoes for you right now!"

Alan nodded and bowed, and retreated without taking the skewers handed to him by the boss. He slipped away after saying his words.