I Am a Nobleman in England

"If anyone tries to judge me, what I've inherited or my current dignified status, then I can honestly say they can go away..."

Earl Arthur Boleyn showed a rebellious and rebellious expression on his handsome young face. Facing the interview with the BBC reporter, he said without hesitation.

At the end of the interview, Arthur sat on the boss's chair in the study, and the rare British winter sunshine shone on him through the window, looking at the sterling silver cross on the somewhat cluttered desk with absent-minded eyes The necklace felt a little painful when I stretched out my hand to touch it, and the head, which had grown a few inches of hair, let out a heavy breath.

"He really met God, I, Li Bolin, have become a nobleman of the corrupt country..."

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The time goes back to another month ago in another time and space.

That was still on May 25, 2019.

As a well-known online codewriter, Li Bolin, dressed in casual clothes, walked in the antique morning market in Beijing, greeting some stall owners with acquaintance.

"Hehe, isn't this a great writer? It's rare to get up so early."

"Get out! Don't be a bastard, you have confiscated good things recently, take them out and let me catch my eye."

Li Bolin walked to a street stall full of all kinds of antiques, and smiled and cursed with the owner of the stall. As an Internet writer who can support his family by writing antique Internet articles, he still knows a little about antiques. Of course, no I love it, and he can't write well on the Internet.

"Hey, you see that you came at the right time, and there are really good things, but they don't belong to us, I got them from a foreigner, you palm the eye."

As he said that, the stall owner turned around and took out a box from his backpack, opened it, took out a somewhat oxidized and blackened silver-white cross necklace with a chain, and handed it to Li Bolin.

As soon as he took the cross and looked at the carving process on it, Li Bolin's eyes could not help but light up slightly, and he turned over to look at the English artistic font on the cross.

"Even if you earn...the whole world, but lose yourself, what's the point?"

Li Bolin took the magnifying glass, carefully looked at the letters on it, and read this sentence in an imperceptible voice. Looking at the inscription on it, Li Bolin squinted his eyes, took the magnifying glass away, and put the cross in the palm of his hand. Turned upside down and said to the boss, "What price?"

"Ten thousand..."

"Why don't you grab it!" Li Bolin complained directly.

"Hehe, although it is not an item from the Celestial Dynasty, it is definitely Victorian jewelry. The foreigner who sold me is a nobleman, a proper family heirloom."

"Bah!" Li Bolin spat angrily, and scolded with a smile: "A piece of silver jewelry, plus a story, you dare to ask for 10,000, old Wang, you are crazy, 1,000."

"You'd better give it back to me. How can there be such a counter-offer? If you sincerely want it, I will give you a thousand. The cost price..."

"1500."

"Ahem, if you bargain like this again, don't open your mouth. The price is eight thousand..."

"2000." Li Bolin didn't take the other party's words to heart at all, and added another five hundred.

"Oh, I'll go, I have a bad temper... 7500 is the least."

. . . . . .

"4500."

"Xiao Lizi, why are you so picky now? You were not like this in the past. The things are definitely good things. This can't deceive people. Forget it. For the sake of the old customers for so many years, let's be a good person this time. Take it away. take it away."

"You damn meow, come here, you will let go if you don't make money?" Li Bolin laughed and cursed and took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, and put the necklace on his neck directly, feeling a little excited in his heart.

The thing is indeed an old thing. Just now he saw the manufacturer's inscription S.Bro's on the cross, the seal of Birmingham, and the date corresponding to the letter b is 1901, and it is indeed something from the Victorian era.

The little common sense of these foreign antiques is what he saw when he consulted the information when he was writing the novel. Although he can't trust the book, sometimes knowledge is wealth.

"It's not me. Isn't this what happened recently? My novel has been harmonized, and I have no money to eat. Of course, I need to save some money."

"You, don't write any discordant content! By the way, how did you think about what I told you last time? They are still waiting for a letter. Can you see it? They also have a letter in the capital. house..."

"Stop it, I can't bear it, really, thank you Uncle Wang, I'm full now, the whole family is fine if they don't get hungry, it's okay to have fun, talk about marriage, forget it, see you later. "

With that said, Li Bolin stood up, stretched his legs and feet, said hello, turned around and left.

Since the death of his grandmother, he has no relatives. As for the woman who gave birth to him, according to his grandmother, he has never returned to the country after the age of three. As for his so-called biological father, it is said that the woman just came to the country to go abroad. The fool who took advantage of, never showed up in his life.

It's no wonder that Li Bolin has a handsome mixed-race face that allows him to walk through the flowers. After all, it is a product of a Sino-foreign joint venture. . .

"Hey, you brat..." Old Wang looked at Li Bolin's leaving back, shook his head and couldn't help but laugh, and sighed. "Poor kid too. Love...what fucking crap!"

Li Bolin strolled around the morning market for a while, but found nothing. He checked the time, took the cross necklace from his neck, looked at it with joy, and walked across the road as usual, preparing to eat on the opposite side of the road. earlier.

"boom!"

"what--"

Knocked away! He's meowing, I don't know whose house will be cheaper. . .

This is Li Bolin's last consciousness, and then there is endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light became brighter and brighter, allowing Li Bolin to slowly break free from the darkness, and opened his eyes with great difficulty. The dizzying light, ethereal and vague noises sounded in his ears, and the uncontrollable headache that he had been having all the time made him Passed out again.

"Doctor, Doctor..."

A burst of dizziness and nausea brought Li Bolin back to consciousness again. He quietly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the white ceiling. He wanted to turn his head to look around, but the severe pain in his head made him make a painful sound.

"Arthur, you wake up?"

A vague and unfamiliar face of a foreigner appeared in front of Li Bolin, and he asked loudly with surprise in his tone.

"Arthur?"

Li Bolin was at a loss, frowning nervously, murmured, his head buzzed with a splitting headache, there was a strong tinnitus in his ears, and some memories that did not belong to him frantically flashed in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, Li Bolin murmured with dull eyes, "I'm wearing a bastard's body", tilted his head, and passed out again, leaving only a bewildered face, wearing a suit and combing his hair. The meticulous middle-aged man shouted doctor again.