Early in the morning, Andy got up early in the morning, and with the help of his assistant Tory, he put on a prepared expensive tweed fox hunting suit, leather boots, breeches, hunting suits, helmets, etc.

Holding a black helmet with a brim in his hand, he looked in front of the mirror, not to mention that he was really heroic, which was more elaborate than the hunting clothes in the United States.

Get into the hotel's Rolls-Royce and drive towards Rosmere Manor on the outskirts of London, escorted by two black SUVs in front and behind.

Because it was early in the morning, the road was relatively smooth, and an hour later, Andy and his party came to the arched gate of the stone rampart of Rosmere Manor, Rosmere IV was a relatively handsome middle-aged uncle who was 190 cm tall, and his figure was well maintained, and he was also dressed in a hunting suit, but his hairstyle was combed on his oily back, and he was waiting at the door with his well-dressed housekeeper and several bodyguards, behind him was a stadium electric car.

Andy stepped out of the car, with a faint smile on his face, stepped forward without humility or arrogance, and shook hands with Rosmere IV, who was also smiling and standing straight.

"Welcome, Mr. Smith. ”

"Thank you for having mere, Your Excellency Viscount Rothmere, it is a great honor to meet you. "Andy is not an unconventional person, since he can't avoid it, he can only follow the local customs, and he is not a spoiled child, who does not understand the world.

Sure enough, the smile on Rosmere IV's face was brighter, with the so-called aristocratic RP accent, which is pronounced based on the accent of southeastern England, similar to Mandarin based on the Peking pronunciation.

"Today's invitation is a private party, you can call me by my first name Johnson, I think this will make you and me more comfortable, can I call you Andy?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure. Hearing the other party's words, Andy replied with a smile on his face, he also knew that this group of so-called nobles especially cared about when others called them in public, directly the name of the territory + title + Your Excellency.

And the reason why Viscount Rosmere is willing to let Andy call him by his name is nothing more than Andy Smith's identity and worth, and his achievements are something he cannot underestimate, and in front of this young man, he has no glory to show.

Of course, the United States is also a country that does not recognize the so-called knighthood, although many Americans are proud of being crowned with the British royal title, but most people are still not very cold to the British royal family, it is not bad if you don't have cold hot flashes, if you insist that this young billionaire bring a Viscount Lordship, it may cause the other party to resent.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Andy accepted the invitation and sat on the white pitch electric car together, browsing their family estate all the way under the introduction of Viscount Rosmere.

The aristocratic manor in England may be because of the weather here, which always gives people a feeling of emptiness and desolation, and it is also a lawn, woods and lakes, but it is really a little cold in Andy's eyes.

In the distance, in the mist, a gray-yellow English classical building with many minarets is surrounded by some dense and very characteristic trees, and when it comes to the front, the mottled wall stones, which have not been repaired because of their obsolescence, retain the original historical traces.

In fact, all the estates that have been inherited for hundreds of years and owned by the same family have gone far beyond the value of ordinary buildings or real estate, and its existence has engraved the meaning and traces of the family, and has its own story, tradition and character.

The British do have a set of inheritance and preservation, this is not acceptable, their aristocracy regards inheritance as life, as far as Andy knows, in modern times, there are many so-called nobles in the suburbs of London, many of them have long been in decline, and the title has long been cut off, and even the middle class is not even the middle class, and they would rather rely on raising cattle and farming in the inherited manor than choose to sell the family estate and choose another life, and still insist on passing it on from generation to generation, hoping that their descendants can regain the glory of the family.

Led by Viscount Rosmere, the group entered the castle and arrived at a large exhibition room next to the hall on the first floor, which contained many lifelike taxidermy animals, as well as a wall of antique guns.

Coming to a wooden vertical cabinet, the butler opened the vertical cabinet, and inside it was a shiny shotgun from top to bottom.

"Andy, pick one, these are very good shotguns. Viscount Rosmere said to Andy with a smile, and picked up one and handed it to Andy, and then introduced: "The James Companion Shotgun is a British brand, known as a magic gun, all handmade, each one is different, the handle of the gun is engraved in detail with the date of the beginning of the manufacture and the completion of the manufacture of each gun, and it generally takes 3 to 5 years to make a James Companion Shotgun. ”

Andy smiled and fiddled with it a few times, looking at the gold and silver carvings inlaid on the gun, the style was simple and elegant, and the shape of the gun was solemn and strong, which can be called a beautiful handicraft.

To be honest, there is no man who doesn't love guns, especially Andy came from the country of the Celestial Empire with strict gun control in his previous life, and he learned to control guns not long after crossing over, and under the teaching of Joseph and Kenny, he practiced a fairly good marksmanship, at least he could hit a moving target.

"That's it, it's easy. Andy made his choice with a smile, he liked this shotgun with gold and silver engravings, it was very forced, of course, the main thing was that the weight felt very comfortable when you got started.

"Oh, well, let's go to the back stables, it's all my treasures, I think you'll like them, by the way, take the liberty of asking, how are your equestrians?"

"As a kid who grew up in cowboy country, I think my equestrian skills are okay. Andy replied with a smile.

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go. Our professional fox hunters have taken the foxhounds to the fox's den this morning, and now that we have identified their scent, we have chosen our horses and gone hunting... ”

Andy, led by a middle-aged uncle who became a little lively and excited, came to the stables and chose a batch of tall maroon horses, but he didn't know much about horses, he couldn't tell what breeds, only knew that they were strong and docile.

Riding his horse and whipping up, he ran on the vast manor meadow, followed by two open-top SUVs, Andy's bodyguards, and two bodyguards who could ride horses followed closely behind Andy.

"Whew... ”

When I was about to reach the woods on the hillside, I heard a noisy barking of dogs far away, one after another, so that people knew that there were many dogs there, and when they came to see it, they were almost frightened.

Nima, at least fifty foxhounds, gathered around and waited to play, as if they knew that Rosmere was coming, and they all picked up their spirits, and circled around the horses of Rosmir and Andy.

When the Lord arrived, the hunt began, and at the sound of the horn of the professional fox hunter, the foxhounds barked wildly and pounced on the mouth of the fox hole that they had sniffed for a long time, and began to drive the foxes out, and then Andy saw some gray and red shadows scattering and fleeing, and the mad foxhounds began to chase according to the smell.

Suddenly, in the woods and meadows, the barking of dogs, the sound of horses' hooves, the shouts of hunters, and the horns of dog managers were mixed together, causing a huge mental deterrent to the prey.

"For a while, when these foxes are exhausted from being chased, they can only dig holes in the ground and hide. At this point, the hunt for the fox is over. This fox that is hiding is driven out of the hole by the fox hunting dog, and you and I can shoot it. Viscount Rosmere and Andy Zema were in parallel and gave him an explanation.

"Well, the endurance of these foxhounds is really amazing. Andy looked at the foxhounds in front of him who were running and chasing, changing directions from time to time, and said with a sigh.

"Hehe, they can run wild for two hours without stopping, otherwise how can they have the title of madman... Damn, it looks like our first prey belongs to the dogs!" Viscount Rosmere, who was laughing with Andy, saw the foxhounds in front of him forming a circle, began to bark wildly, cursed involuntarily, and signaled Andy to whip up and rush forward.

Andy was also slightly stunned, and followed with a little curiosity, and heard the other party introduce a little unpleasantly: "There is a fox caught by the foxhounds, and the first prey belongs to these madmen... “

As he was talking, Andy saw a very slender, but very strong foxhound pounced without hesitation, the exhausted fox with his tail between his teeth and roared and intimidated had no effect at all, because the first to pounce on the leader of this group of foxhounds, there was no suspense, the fox was bitten by it on the neck, and shook a few times from time to time, until the fox slowly stopped struggling and died, the lead dog let go, straightened his neck, and looked arrogant to show off his strength.

Killing, killing at hand.

Andy watched the whole process, although a little unbearable, but more excited, the eyes also became brighter, no wonder every year there are animal protection associations and the federation of campaigns against cruelty to demand a ban on hunting, a ban on hunting with hunting dogs, two years ago in the UK because of this caused a huge riot.

It was indeed a bit cruel and cruel, because soon Andy saw a more exciting scene, the second fox that was caught was directly bitten to death by a group of foxhounds, however, Andy had a more excited feeling, and the adrenaline increased significantly.

"Bang!"

"Good marksmanship!"

Andy pressed down the smoking barrel, heard the appreciative voice of Viscount Rothmere beside him, looked at the fox that had fallen, and couldn't help but smile and said, "I like this sport." “

"Hehe, that's not easy, the Duke of Bedford's fox hunt is held every November, if you have time, you can participate in it, I think the Duke of Bedford will be very welcoming to you, or you can simply buy a manor, and in the autumn, you can always choose to hunt. “

Hearing the Viscount's words, Andy couldn't help but smile and nodded, "It's a good idea to buy a manor!"