"The young and benevolent aristocrat Anthony. Mr. Sloe, after learning about the experience of Hulunges Street in the dock area, did not hesitate to donate 100,000 gold bills for post-disaster reconstruction work. ”

"Seeing the suffering of the civilians in the Eastern District, I couldn't bear it, so I built a charitable foundation in the Eastern District, recruited people from the community to participate in donations, and donated more than 150,000 gold lists to establish a new type of intermediate school and expand..."

This is the news registered in the Bakerland Morning Post today, June 11.

Morning jogging after the end of the break. Dirkha bought a breakfast, took out the newspaper he had subscribed to in the mailbox, and sat at the dining table munching on the news slowly, but was so frightened that he almost choked on the bread by the name that caught him off guard.

"Ahem!"

After coughing twice, Hugh reconfirmed that it was the familiar name, and his eyes widened when he saw the photo attached to the newspaper.

Mr. Anthony is actually a nobleman, and... And it's so rich!

Hugh didn't care about the unfinished breakfast, and hurriedly kicked open the door of Folth's room, and pulled up Furth, who was sleepy-eyed and not yet fully awake.

"Forthth! Forthth! Check out today's news! ”

Such a hot news must let his friends share the joy of eating melons for the first time.

Hugh thought so, but Firth was loveless.

Why did I have such a friend?

"Hugh... Please open the door directly next time, I won't lock the door. ”

At first glance, Firth saw the crumbling door, and mourned for a few more minutes for his little purse.

Hopefully, the new landlord won't ask her for compensation for the price of this door.

"What kind of news, can make you so anxious, and what kind of registration bounty?"

Forth knew that there were bounties that didn't need to be hidden, and that employers sometimes put on the small board of the Beckland Morning Post, which would cause Hugh to have such violent mood swings.

Seeing that Hugh did not answer, Firth glanced at her helplessly, then took the newspaper and leaned against the head of the bed in a comfortable position, his eyes moving down a little.

"Mr. Anthony!"

The next moment, Furth jumped up from his half-lying position and stared at the news in the newspaper.

"He's so rich... So rich..."

For the first time, he knew that the gold list could still be measured in tens of thousands, and Furth fell down again in some despair.

She regretted it very much at the moment, if she had known about Mr. Anthony's wealth, wouldn't she continue to be a bounty hunter and go directly to be a dog's leg?

"It seems like we've not been in contact with Mr. Anthony for a long time, and he should be interested in the recent gathering of the extraordinary."

Furth said with a straight look, and Hugh couldn't help but roll his eyes with his righteous and stern appearance.

Although she also loves money, she is an extraordinary person with her own dignity...

"I'll send a letter to Mr. Anthony in the afternoon!"

——

"Mr. Anthony, thank you for your donation of 400,000 yuan, and I thank you on behalf of Mr. Duke!"

In a palace in the Kingdom of Rune, Skoll. Archie put down the signed donation contract and shook Anthony's hand with a smile.

As a member of the Conservative Party, the purpose of his visit this time was to sign a donation contract with Anthony, and the amount was 400,000 gold lists, which just met the standard for obtaining the barony.

Scohler didn't find out what Anthony was hiding in, everyone knew about it, and it didn't look so good when he said it.

"Mr. Skoller, I also hope that the kingdom will become stronger and stronger, so that talents as good as you can be born."

Anthony touted his daily business hype, and it wasn't until Skoller left with another standard contract that he slowly retracted his smile.

In this way, the last step of his own has been completed, and he only needs to wait for the notification from the kingdom.

With a long sigh, Anthony lamented the hardships of obtaining this title—

It took him more than two months!

Of course, it is not known whether this sentence fell on the ears of the other young nobles and whether it would provoke him to angrily denounce Versailles.

"Alright, now it's time to get down to business."

Walking out of the palace, Anthony turned around and stepped into a hidden alley, and after scanning the surroundings through the "spiritual vision" blessed by the immortal stone tablet, he reached out and waved it on his face, and in the next moment, he seemed to be another strong man.

"It's a pity that I can't control my muscle groups yet, otherwise I would have become a muscular strong man, and I would definitely look mighty... But on the other hand, he may not be a good person. ”

Anthony familiarized himself with his new body and voice, this image came from the Chinese people on the earth in his previous life, although he didn't know if there would be similar people in this world, but he still felt that it was better to be cautious.

This is also his usual style.

After walking out of the alley, Anthony waved a carriage on the side of the road and told the driver the address of a certain place in Queens, paying nearly 3 soles by the way.

It's expensive...

Soon, after less than an hour, the carriage succeeded in delivering Anthony to the designated place, and then left in a hurry.

The coachman did not want to be seen by the noble gentlemen or ladies who lived here, or else he might be thrown out by the valets, which would be too embarrassing.

Ignoring the departing carriage, Anthony walked straight towards a huge manor not far from him—

That's the Anze family estate!

That's right, Anthony came here this time to get rid of Sinkedor. Anze this potential danger.

When he had a plan in mind and the enemy's position was accurate, he resolutely planned to carry it out.

"Mr. Spek, Mr. Earl is already waiting for you inside, please come with me."

Caught a lone manservant, in less than a second, he became the first object of Anthony's "distorted" cognition.

In this play, Anthony gave himself the script of a rich man who loves the occult and has no low status.

This time, I came to the Anze family's manor because I was invited by Count Anze to taste afternoon tea.

Well... Count Anzer himself didn't know about it, but he might soon find out.

Led by the manservant, Anthony came all the way to the living room of the huge Anze family manor, and saw at a glance Count Anze sitting on the sofa, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea with his wife.

"Arik, who is this?"

Seeing the male servant leading in from outside a strong man in a formal robe, but with very fierce eyes, Count Anze's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to cast his eyes on his extraordinary bodyguard who was standing aside and acting as a butler.

But the next moment, including him, everyone present was stunned for half a second, and then came back to their senses, and the eyes that looked at the strong man were no longer so unfamiliar.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Spek."