Without having to salute others, it seems interesting to attend some aristocratic gatherings in the future.

When he walked to the position of the ladies and ladies in a happy mood, he felt even happier when he looked at these aristocratic ladies who curtsied to him with a smile on their faces.

When he met a beautiful and somewhat familiar little girl, he stopped to ask about the other party's family and his own situation, and when Wilson and everyone asked him well, he turned his head to look at William, he was only halfway through.

After standing and waiting for almost five minutes, Wilson whispered to William, who was standing a little half a step back beside him, "The media will definitely ridicule it tomorrow, and he actually holds a little girl's hand."

"Whatever", William said with a smug look on his face, "I'm not from the royal family, so I don't have to be as cautious as you, and I don't have to be as cautious as the Grand Duke of Grosvenor who made his fortune on real estate, I make the money of the rich."

"Wait, tomorrow's newspaper will be full of news that you like the rebellious little princess of the Crawford family", Wilson sneered under his breath, "Be careful, man, Laura Crawford isn't that good at it, maybe punch you when you're not looking".

'Laura Crawford?'

William immediately turned his head to look at the chick who was laughing very sweetly, and when he saw William turn his head to look at himself, the chick named Laura was still holding the hem of her skirt and curtsy him again,

William, who had doubts, was immediately attracted by the sweet smile of the little beauty who looked like he was only 17 or 8 years old, and couldn't help but smile back that he thought was very handsome.

"Wait, Laura Crawford? That chick is called Laura Crawford."

"You don't know?" Wilson teased William with a strange look, "I thought you'd see, man, holding her hand without knowing anyone, do you need to be so impatient?"

"FK, I just think her smile is good," said after a moment's thought, "She's the Earl's Miss?"

"Of course, Laura's father is the Earl of Richard Crawford and lives at the Crawford Estate in Abington, Surrey, what's wrong".

Wilson looked at the thoughtful William and said in surprise, "You don't really like Laura, brother, I can only bless you in that case."

"Hehe", William didn't answer, he looked at the militia team that was playing, but thought in his heart that fortunately this Laura was not Angelina's big-mouthed girl, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she should be a new version of the ancient tomb.

Thinking like this, William quickly confirmed that the chick was the Laura he thought in his heart, and his interest in her couldn't help but decrease.

Laura Crawford is synonymous with super trouble, and her daddy Richard Crawford is also not a peaceful person, but I don't know if Count Crawford has disappeared as depicted in the movie.

Letting go of the flirtatious thoughts, William's attention was quickly focused on the militia that saluted him and Wilson.

Looking at the untidy phalanx, I complained in my heart that this was really here to participate in the review?

Holding back a smile and holding on for more than ten minutes, William, who couldn't stand it, couldn't help but complain to Wilson, "Coming to this review ceremony is definitely the stupidest decision I've ever made these days."

These are militiamen, and I think these people are more like circus monkeys."

Wilson hurriedly raised and lowered his lips and said, "You're crazy, it's in public now, if the media cracks your lip talk, we'll be in big trouble."

"Hehe, don't worry, you know that if your lips don't move, I'll be stupider than you?"

Hearing this, Wilson, who couldn't turn his head, breathed a sigh of relief, "No way, you don't have to go to the battlefield, and the team with no specific tasks is like this, you don't know, the current appearance is much better than in previous years,

I've seen on TV before, and in some places the militia was so frightened by the sound of the bronze cannon that they almost fell to the ground."

"God, that's a lot better, and how rotten was the previous team."

When he saw several phalanxes wearing aprons and guns approaching, William immediately agreed with Wilson that this kind of review was indeed more like a procession.

Fortunately, this kind of review was only half an hour, and it ended quickly, otherwise William would really be able to laugh.

Walking off the podium, he suddenly worried that he, the Oxford Grand Guild, would not be obliged to review the local troops in Oxfordshire, and hurriedly asked Wilson behind him, "Won't I also participate in the review of Oxfordshire?"

"Haha", seeing William's palpitations, Wilson couldn't help laughing, and was glared at by William before he couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, as long as you don't hold the position of the local army, nothing will happen to you."

"That's good, God, if I were to do this kind of activity again, I would definitely want the media to complain about this garbage, which is even inferior to elementary school students in the big eastern countries."

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke Devonhill," a little girl's characteristic voice came from not far behind William and Wilson.

You don't have to look at it, you can tell it's Laura Crawford.

The corners of Wilson's mouth were crooked, and he showed an incomprehensible smile to William, seizing the opportunity to tease William, "Your peach blossoms have arrived, I hope you won't be pierced by the wild roses of the Crawford family."

After saying that, he turned to Laura and smiled, "Good morning, Miss Crawford."

"Hello, His Highness Wilson, His Highness William", seeing the two turn to look at her, Laura immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and curtsy, bowed her head for a few seconds, and then looked up at William.

Looking at Laura's obviously inquiring gaze, William was already sure in his heart that this chick was not admiring him, but coming to him with trouble.

"Good morning, Miss Crawford, how can I help you?"

"Mr. Devonhill, can I ask you a question?" said Laura as she stood up with her skirt lifted, and saw William nod, "The media reports that you blindly sniped a sniper hiding behind a wall when you were at Westminster Abbey, right?"

"That's right," William nodded.

"So how can you be sure you're going to hit the other side?"

"I just shot a random shot to try my luck, but I didn't expect God to bless me and really let me hit."

"Luck?" Laura thought for a few seconds, then immediately puffed out her mouth and glared at William, "Mr. Devon Hill, it's rude to deceive a lady."

"Stop, stop," William raised his hand to stop Laura's words, "talk to me the way you originally spoke".

"But I've always been like this," Laura continued, pouting.

"Hehe, I don't believe that a girl who can be alone at the age of nine and spend ten days walking out of the snowy mountains can be a good girl who can't help but be weak, Laura Crawford, no one told you that you are unnatural when you pretend to be a lady?"

"Tell me, what the hell is going on with me".