The media and the public have been disturbed about the cause of death of the old Earl of Oxford for nearly a week, and finally calmed down after the old Countess issued a medical certificate from the Oxford Medical School.

Now that there is no smell of conspiracy, the attention of people and the media has returned to William's succession to the earldom.

After confirming that the cause of the old earl's death was an accident, the Noble Council finally sent a notice to William after a few days, asking him to register at 10 a.m. three days later and officially inherit the title of Earl of Oxford.

It was not half an hour before the news reached William's hand, and it was broadcast by the media, and for a while, the richest earl in the world, the most handsome nobleman in the world, and the nobleman with the most land on the island of England were all pressed on his head.

Even Devonhill Castle was built on a 140-acre horse farm with more than 230 pure-blooded horses.

According to the people who are engaged in the horse industry, it will cost at least 50 million pounds to buy these more than 230 of the best sweaty horses on the market this year, and William will also spend another 50 million pounds to build a super five-star horse farm for these horses.

Anyone who owns a dozen thoroughbred horses these years is considered a big horse owner, not to mention a person like William, who buys a hundred horses and doesn't take money as money at all.

However, to the unacceptability of the English people, there is not a single English thoroughbred horse in the entire Devon Hill Racecourse.

The only horse that is not sweaty and bloody is the pure black Arabian horse owned by William's mother, and many people complain in their hearts about how much William loves Asian horses.

As soon as the news came out, William immediately became the most fanatical advocate in the world.

Without waiting for the people and the media to ridicule William for not understanding horses, and only looking at his appearance and not looking at his results, the English media turned over the story of Chitu winning 2 first-class speed championships one after another during this time.

The Red Rabbit, which was only known in the English racing world for a time, soon became famous in the global horse world, and when horse fans learned that the Red Rabbit broke the record in the English St. Ridge Stake in September,

Chitu's worth immediately increased more than tenfold, and only a few days later, a desert tyrant prince tried to contact William, and he even jokingly told reporters directly, but William was willing, and he immediately bid 20 million pounds to buy Chitu.

But in the end, the prince said that he had no choice but to say that no one could buy the beloved of the super-rich who were worth more than $30 billion.

As soon as the interview aired, people immediately turned their attention to the horse matter, because 99 percent of the attention of the prince was deeply attracted by the prince's statement that William was worth more than 30 billion dollars.

Many people turned out the newspaper from two months ago, which clearly stated that William's worth was only about 14 billion US dollars, and then looked at the newspaper they had just read, and a sense of powerlessness involuntarily spread throughout their bodies.

Of course, people who know a little bit know that the figure of 14 billion is definitely inaccurate, but even if it is inaccurate, they can't accept it, and only two months later, a local tyrant prince stupidly told them directly that William made 16 billion US dollars in two months, and we are crazy and you idiot prince is a fool.

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Time passed quietly in the outside world's discussion of William's worth.

Three days later, at 8:30 a.m., William, wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt, black vest, and black bow tie, put his left hand on his mother, who had been back in London for several days.

Abigail, who was smiling reluctantly, waved goodbye, walked out of the main building of the manor and got into a carriage marked with the deer-headed family crest of the Devon Hill family and four horses.

Seeing that there was not only a carriage, but also dozens of knights specially prepared for him by Philip in front of the carriage, wearing knightly dresses, bright gold metal helmets, and flying the flag of the Earl of Oxford.

William didn't bother with these guards of honor at all, they were all run by professionals from the royal family, and all he had to do was take a carriage to sign.

In these years, there is no more red tape to inherit the title, you just need to go to the noble council to register, and then go to the Buckingham Palace to meet Philip, issue official documents, and the succession ceremony is completed, and you have to go back to your own fiefdom if you want to celebrate in the streets.

But the fief of the Earl of Oxford is the 3,000 acres of land that William bought back before, and if he sells it once and buys it back, of course the land is yours, but if you want to collect taxes on these 3,000 acres of land, you better wash and go to bed early.

The current aristocratic fiefdoms, except for a trivial tax, are no different from private land, so William doesn't care whether the fief is a fief or not.

The most important thing is that this thing is not something he can have if he wants to, thinking so much is completely self-inflicted, and he does not live on the taxes on the fiefdom.

And if he can really be promoted to a duke, the tax rights on the 34,000 acres of land must be given up, otherwise it will add a lot of difficulties to the promotion of the knighthood.

As for the issue of wearing the full Earl's costume, the experts of the royal family told him and his mother Lena that they would now be laughed at and hated if they wore it except for a group celebration.

Everything was ready, and the team set off. It was not far from his house to the noble council, and it only took twenty minutes by carriage.

To William's surprise, when he left the manor in his carriage, he saw London citizens and tourists visiting and waving to him on both sides of Kensington Garden Street all the way to the Noble Council.

Looking at the smiles on the faces of the citizens and the waving flags, William finally didn't feel like a monkey.

This made his mother Lina, who was by his side, very excited, and the hand holding William's arm was a little shaky, for her this moment she had been waiting for for nearly ten years.

Thinking of the risk his mother took in order to inherit the title, William was both moved and grateful, patted Lina's hand and comforted, "Mom, don't get excited, many people are watching?"

"I know, I know, I'm just so happy", Lena took a few deep breaths and soothed her mood with a big smile on her face, "I'm proud of you, my child".

"Haha, the person to thank me is me, Mom, without you, there is now me", William grabbed the mother's hand and thanked him sincerely.

The two waved to the spectators on the side of the road all the way to the noble council, where William and other attendants dressed in traditional English chamberlains opened the door of the carriage and got out of the carriage first to help their mother get out of the carriage.

He waved to the cameras not far away and the audience on the street, and then walked into the noble council.

Oaths, signatures, signings, but these documents were all signed by his personal lawyer, Anthony, and his team.

After all the procedures were completed, and the staff of the Council of Nobles and some people who came spontaneously thanked them, and dealt with these,

William asked his mother to stay with Anthony and them, and walked up to the old count's widow, who looked to be in her mid-30s, but had a haggard face, and said, "Thank you for everything, Lady Margaery."