British 1986

He still made a conservative estimate on this, and adding the grooms who raise the horses and the trainers who train the horses, the annual expenses add up to nearly one million pounds at least, right?

It's just a horse, plus Bertil's equestrian training, equipment, and the bodyguards accompanying him, how much will it cost?

The alimony their family can receive every year is only a few million pounds?

The whole family is tightening their belts, and it is still unclear whether they can provide their son with this game.

He can't afford this thing.

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

But a set of hunting equipment starts at a million pounds, not counting the cost of the horses and equipment for his bodyguards.

This gap between the two sides.

too big!

He is a majestic king of a country, compared to someone else who is a count.

He was actually completely blown away

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

Just when I thought of this, I turned my head and saw the second prince of Denmark, his nephew Christian, looking at me with concern.

"Uncle, are you okay? I think you are not in a good state today?"

Christian has black hair, an ear-covering cotton hat, and an orange-red jacket.

His kind of dress is the tradition here, since it is all snowy. Wearing clothes of this color will be easy to identify against the white background, and the safety will be greatly increased. Even if there is an accident, it will facilitate rescue.

But comparing their clothes with Allen's crayfish-colored clothes, they looked like an aristocratic gentleman riding a horse and passing by a sanitation worker standing on the roadside cleaning.

This is not to belittle the sanitation workers, but this sense of déjà vu is so direct.

Christian has been specifically told that today Allen will focus on playing with Bertil, so he did not go to Allen's side. Just now he saw Gustav sitting on the horse a little absent-mindedly, so he came over to ask ask.

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

Gustav made a little joke to his nephew.

"Haha, what uncle said is true, but this one"

Christian pointed at the back of Allen at the front and said: "I heard that he is very rich and has many properties in his hands. Although he is not very famous, his cash flow is huge. Plus their family's ancestral property, but When I was in France, I heard from my colleagues that he was very capable and strong-willed, but he was a bit difficult to get along with."

"Hahaha."

Gustav smiled after listening to Christian's remarks. Which British nobles are easy to get along with?

The higher up this group is, the more rigid and perverse they are. People are low-key, but low-key does not mean being kind!

Otherwise, they wouldn't still exist today.

Not to mention that he would not take the people-friendly and down-to-earth route like his cousin who was the queen of Denmark.

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

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

This queen is still young, only in her fifties, but she has extremely upright views and is very independent.

She is not like Gustav, a mascot king, someone else's queen, but one with real power.

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

In modern times, it is estimated that the one from Great Britain is the one, but in the whole of Europe, Margaret II is not at all less famous than the one from Great Britain.

This queen never leaves her hand, even in Parliament, with a cigarette in her mouth.

Many uninformed people will probably be overwhelmed by the queen's fierce style when they learn about this queen for the first time.

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

That style.

You can imagine a Northeastern aunt in her fifties who is a bit gangster, very enthusiastic, and smokes. She gives people this sense of déjà vu.

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

But usually, she would become an ordinary person, as if she was off work, wearing civilian clothes. In their country, she would go shopping on the streets, shop in supermarkets, and occasionally buy groceries in person.

Some ordinary people might not be able to recognize her even if they meet her on the street.

Even if she recognized her, she would still be a little doubtful or disbelieving. She couldn't imagine why such a queen would appear in such a place.

It's very down to earth.

This is still within their country, in terms of people's livelihood, and when it comes to foreign affairs, the queen is also very strong.

If so and so is the boss in the world, everyone must listen to you. If a country in the east does something bad, everyone must isolate it.

Queen Margaret II doesn’t care about America at all.

Why don't you stay here when you're cool? Don't stand in front of me and be an eyesore. Are you trying to teach me how to do things?

She can talk to whoever she likes, because she is a queen and sometimes has a rebellious temper. The more you don't let her talk to anyone, she just likes to have to talk 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?!"

She is so rebellious and maverick, but the Danes just do this and say that the Queen is awesome. The Queen has done a great job and we support the Queen.

The Danish royal family is very prosperous. Although they may not be well-known in the world, they are not the richest, and they are not the most influential, but when it comes to being unique and loved by the people, they are definitely the most popular. The one at the front can't even compare to Daying's side.

So this queen raised sons with temperaments like hers, and Christian had an older brother.

But they get along very harmoniously within the royal family.

The family atmosphere is very strong. The Queen is considered the head of the family, and her children all obey her. There is no internal fighting, and even the relatives around her get along well.

Prince Christian doesn't even have the "nobility" of Allen. If no one introduces him, he looks more like a college student who just graduated a few years ago. After graduation, he went to France for an internship. the lives of ordinary people.

As soon as his cousin (uncle) summoned him, he came right away.

"Come up and sit here with me."

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

The bodyguard who had just gone to hunt in front had already circled the prey, and he was just waiting for Allen to pass by before he could hunt it.

Now is his time to show off.

All other prerequisites were arranged for him by his servants.

"I?"

“Let you experience it for yourself!”

Allen glared at Bertil, who moved his mouth. The little kid couldn't stand the look in Allen's eyes. With a little encouragement, he got off his horse and took Allen's hand.

The two of them were riding on the same horse, still hunting, so it was a bit crowded.

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

Under normal circumstances, if you use a lance, not a firearm, but a cold weapon like this, to hunt, there is a high probability that people will think you are crazy.

Because this is too inefficient, and in most cases, when prey is suddenly encountered in the wild, it is difficult to pursue it for a long time on horseback.

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

There are too many surprises, so using firearms is more practical than using cold weapons, unless you are using a bow and arrow.

However, bows and arrows also have many restrictions, which test basic skills more than firearms.

But this time Allen was more of a performer. The bodyguards who went to explore the way and attract monsters had already surrounded a male moose and drove him away for half an hour. The male moose could no longer run at this moment. Moved.

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

That moose was like a huge living target. If he stabbed it, he would almost certainly die.

Bertil felt the war horse under him slowly change its pace and speed, and Allen had already drawn out the lance lying in front of the saddle.

The wooden gun body was so polished that the original color of the wood could no longer be seen. The gun head was about ten centimeters long. It had a double-edged gun head. The black gun head exuded a cold light and could be seen when you turned your head.

This was his first experience of hunting from a first-person perspective.

"Do you know where to hunt?"

"Hit the vital points!"

Allen sneered and said, "What's the key?"

"this"

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

"Humph, when the prey is in motion, how can it be so simple if you want to hit the head? You will only hit the head when ambushing or at a very far distance, but under normal circumstances, hit the lungs!"

"oh!"

Allen poked Bertil on the ribs and said: "Right here, as long as they are hit, the prey will not feel the pain at the first time. They will run away immediately, but after they are hit in the lungs, they will become more and more painful." The faster you run, the faster you die, especially when the climate is cold.

"Are you ready? Hold your hands tightly. If you fall down later and get your ribs broken or something, don't blame me."

"Hold on tight!"

As soon as Bertil spoke, a breath of cold wind poured into his mouth, and he almost choked.

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

Allen took a deep breath and clamped the mount between his thighs. Without his command, the big white horse under his crotch already knew that it was time to speed up again.

The scenery on both sides quickly became blurry, and a lone moose appeared in the field of vision.

The huge antlers look like two bushes on its head.

Hearing the noise here, the moose subconsciously turned around and ran away, but it had just been chased for half an hour. How could it still run at this time?

The distance between the two parties has narrowed visibly to the naked eye.

100 meters.

Fifty meters.

Fifteen meters.

five meters.

Close!

Bertil was almost blinded by the wind, and turned his head slightly, just in time to see the tip of Allen's gun pointing slightly downward, his arm drooping, so that the lance was parallel to the horse's body.

Then

"歘~"

The sound of the gun tip rubbing against the wind and the sound of the gun tip digging into flesh came one after another.

Bertil felt like he had hit a moose, but the moment before the impact, the moose seemed to have been pushed away by a lance.

Then, he saw the moose that had been pushed out several meters away. It struggled to stand up, took a few staggering steps, and then staggered again before falling down.

"!!!"

Bertil didn't know how to describe this feeling. At this moment, life seemed not worth mentioning. Just now he was touching the jumping moose alive, just like this.

It's dead!

It died so suddenly, just like that.

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

Then I saw Allen riding a horse, charging, leaning down on the horse, and stabbing through the huge moose with a lance.

This kind of moose, with bare shoulders, is almost as tall as the mount Allen is sitting on. It is considered a big guy.

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

Looking at this scene, Christian felt his scalp numb again.

This is a five to six hundred kilogram moose!

If the target had been a human, he would have been stabbed through by a lance and then thrown several meters away, killing him instantly.

This is too tough!

I originally thought that Allen looked like an ordinary young man based on his appearance, but today, after seeing this noble man from Great Britain, Christian was instantly in awe after such a display.

This is the instinctive respect among men for the strong and has nothing to do with anything else.

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

"How about it?"

Gustav looked at Allen stabbing the moose heroically 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 of the people you look down on might have something special about them."

"Uncle, I will remember what you taught me."

Christian thought this was his cousin deliberately educating him. When he heard this, he thought more deeply. Could it be that his cousin wanted him to be friends with the earl?

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

After going around in a circle, Allen rode his horse and slowly stopped next to the moose.

Although it had fallen down, the moose was not dead yet. It was vomiting blood one mouthful at a time. On the ground beside its mouth, there was a large pool of foamy blood. This was the blood that had been spit out directly from the lungs.

"bass!"

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

"Oh oh oh"

Bertil jumped off the horse, unable to stand still, and put his hands on the ground. Then he slowly got up, took the short knife handed by Allen, held the knife in both hands, and stood beside the moose in a daze.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Don't you dare to kill? Go and stand behind it, stab it in the neck, wait until it bleeds, and when it is completely dead, put aside its belly and take out the heart."

"ah?"

"Come on!"

Seeing Bertil's hesitation, Allen picked up the rifle again and encouraged: "If you don't dare, then let me do it. When I go back, I will tell William and the others that you don't even have a deer." Don’t dare to kill.”

When Bertil heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't withstand Allen's instigation. He gritted his teeth and knelt behind the moose, with his left leg on the moose's neck. He held the short knife behind his hands, aimed at the moose's neck, and struck hard. Plunge down.