I Am a Nobleman in England

"Cough cough cough..."

Arthur, who didn't want to accept this reality, coughed violently, pulling the wounds on his body and head, with bursts of pain, making his face even paler.

The promised large rural scenery, ancient and exquisite buildings, vibrant green plants and flowers, and clear and quiet rivers. . . What about the most romantic, cozy and refined life of the most desirable British aristocracy?

Everything is just an illusion of his imagination falling into a fairy tale world. . .

A tabloid that needs to keep transfusing the publishing house's meager profits, with a debt of one million pounds, this shit is trying to drag him to death!

sell! Must sell!

Stay out of debt!

Debt, which means owed money, is a form of modern slavery!

In the olden days, people could volunteer to work, if they weren't slaves, they were either farmers or laborers, so they were controlled by their masters.

But now it is debt, a new slavery. . . If you have too much debt, you have to work and work trying to pay it off, whether it's England or America, the interest rates are ridiculously high at 12 to 25 percent, but In contrast, when the bank's loan cost may be only two, three or four percent, this is really ridiculous.

So do everything possible to stay out of debt!

But don't worry, after all, this "Southern Daily Echo" is an important family property of the Boleyn family, and it is also one of the important symbols of the Boleyn family's foothold in today's British society. It has a history of more than 100 years. If he sold it regardless, he, Arthur Boleyn, might be ridiculed by people in the aristocratic circle.

"Paul, how much money is available in the account?"

"...less than £60,000 left."

Hey. . .

Arthur sighed softly in his heart. It seems that the life of the rich N-generation aristocrats he wants is temporarily unnecessary. If these debts are not settled first, let alone the aristocratic life, even the middle-class life will not be able to enjoy it.

"By the way, Paul, you asked Lawyer James to help me recover the tuition fee for the remaining half semester from the Castle School of Management. I only attended half a semester, and they expelled me, but I paid for a year. £10,000 in tuition fees."

"Ahem..."

When Butler Paul heard his young earl's decision to be shameless and stubbornly accept money, a sense of shame welled up from the bottom of his heart. He coughed a few times in embarrassment, and nodded with a wry smile, "I will talk to James, but you Don't get too hopeful, the college may not agree to refund the tuition..."

"If you don't quit, sue them. If you can learn a little bit, you can't take advantage of them!"

Arthur didn't care about the embarrassment on Paul's butler's face, and said firmly, if you want to face, you will suffer a loss. A loss of 10,000 pounds. Under the current economic difficulties, he, the new earl, is absolutely How much can you sell your face for if you don't know how to swell your face to pretend to be fat?

Although being rich and being expensive are not the same thing, but without money, even a nobleman is still a dilapidated household, no one will care about it, but it will become the existence that others ridicule. In today's world, the rich are the uncles!

"Boom——"

When the atmosphere in the ward became awkward again, there was a knock on the door of the ward. Before Paul stood up to open the door, the door was pushed open. A man with tough features, firm lines, brown hair, and wearing a suit A tall girl in a white shirt and jeans walked in.

"Pfft—"

"Heck, Arthur, you are really miserable this time, you are all mummies..."

Some schadenfreude laughter and mocking teasing caused Arthur, who was lying on the wound, to twitch his mouth, and his face became very ugly. Eddie Boleyn, his compatriot cheap sister.

Arthur suppressed his headache, frowned and just opened his mouth,

When he wanted to respond instinctively, he saw another girl walking in behind his cheap sister, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and his heart was beating wildly. He never imagined that he would see himself in this situation. Very familiar faces.

Dragon Mother - Daenerys Targaryen!

Nonsence. . . No, it's Emilia Clarke.

Fifty-five is petite, but the curves are very graceful, which is coveted. Long hair shawl, sweet appearance, fair skin and well-proportioned facial features, it has a taste of Xiaojiabiyu, wearing a playful and cute denim vest and a pair of white cropped pants, with slightly wrinkled eyebrows, looking worriedly at I, Arthur and her eyes met, and I saw a trace of disappointment and worry in it.

Fuck! No way, with this kind of look, could it be that my predecessor has a tui with Long Ma?

Send Dragon Mom at the beginning?

This is the rhythm of explosion!

Wait, it shouldn't be, if the two really have a tui, then why is there no memory of Emilia in the conscious memory I received?

"How is it, is the injury serious this time?"

At this moment, Eddie, who had finished embracing Paul the housekeeper, sat on the stool next to the wound, looked at Arthur jokingly, couldn't hold back his smile, and greeted with 'concern'.

"Hehe, I can't die! So, you can give up the idea of ​​waiting for me to die so that you can inherit my inheritance..." Arthur replied very viciously.

"Go to hell!" Eddie raised his eyebrows and raised his middle finger at Arthur in disdain, and then turned around and complained to Emilia: "I said it a long time ago, this bastard is as strong as a bull, and he can't die. I just don't understand why you care so much about this muscular idiot..."

Arthur's eyes lit up, and he looked at Long Ma, noticing that her fair and pretty face had two touches of blush, his pupils flickered, and with an unnatural smile on his face, he said to Eddie: "Everyone is friend..."

"Cut! Who knows what happened to you that night..."

"Ahem..."

The housekeeper Paul really couldn't listen to the conversation between these three young people, especially the vulgar conversation, which was a kind of mockery and contempt for the aristocratic education of the Boleyn family. After nodding, he exited the ward very gracefully, out of sight is out of mind.

"Pedant!"

Eddie curled his lips, and he didn't have a good attitude towards her dead lunatic father's hard-core butler. Although the other party was a 'relative' who watched her grow up, for her, those old-fashioned etiquette and norms were simply nothing. It was a torment.

"Are you OK?"

"It's nothing, just raise it for a few days. Thank you for coming to see me."

Seeing Emilia's worried and concerned expression, Arthur squeezed out a smile. Although he couldn't remember whether the two of them had sex, he also knew from the memory fragments of drunkenness and debauchery that his predecessor was a There is no shortage of women's scum, and what the cheap sister said, the two of them once spent a night alone, so it can't be said that the two really have that kind of negative distance relationship.

Well, there is no psychological pressure to take my own order. . .