Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

In the afternoon when we returned to the Hunting Palace, the kitchen had already prepared the tools and sharpened the knives. Skilled chefs and helpers slaughtered a wild boar, cut off its head, and prepared the remaining body for the roast pig feast tonight. The pig's head is also useful, and Aklan wants to take out the tusks.

"Why?" Alice looked beside.

Aklan explained: "Your Highness, this is a hunting habit, leaving some items from the trophies as souvenirs."

"So you want pig's teeth?" she asked.

"That's right, Your Highness." Aklan smiled. Although Alice's liveliness caused headaches for her parents, her cheerful personality was loved by everyone.

"But it's so ugly." Alice disliked it.

An Feng came over and said, "Don't ask the bottom line. These two are just souvenirs. Regardless of beauty or ugliness, if you don't want them, just leave them to others."

"No, I want it!" she said.

"That's up to you." An Feng said, "Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Akland."

"Thank you, sir," he said.

Naturally, the barbecue dinner was not indoors. They set up a table in the small outdoor garden, piled up red-hot charcoal, put the cleaned wild pork on it, brushed it with oil and seasonings, and floated a hundred meters away. The eyes of the children were always lingering on the wild boar, swallowing their saliva from time to time.

When I went back that night, everyone had greasy mouths and bulging bellies, and even the little corgi was lazily lying down to digest...

It's a bit cold in the mountains at night, but the quilt is the most comfortable.

An Feng came out of the hot shower, and said to Joanna on the bed: "I want to come in, the cat moves aside!"

"No, I just warmed up here." She refused.

An Feng got in: "I like this kind of warmth, can I hug you?"

"Wait for me to turn over." She turned her back to An Feng and leaned into his arms.

"The biggest advantage of this weather is that we can keep each other warm." An Feng hugged her, "And my girl is always so soft."

"Don't be like this." She smiled and shook, "Save some energy to hunt the next day, the children expect you to find a dozen deer with split ends."

"I don't have the thoughts in your little head." An Feng smiled, "Tomorrow their legs and feet will probably be sore, and it will take some time to recover. I will go out with Matthew to find out, and try to leave the opportunity for them. You So, are you going out with me or with Chrissy?"

"See how the children are doing. If possible, I'll drive them around. By the way, have you thought about things after the New Year?"

"After a year?" An Feng thought for a while, "Is the prime minister nominated for a medal?"

"There is this too, but what I'm talking about is not about the medal, but the hereditary title. What do you think?"

"Conferring one by one, anyway, this is different from a medal. Most of the conferrings are based on the will of the monarch, and have little to do with merit. Of course, people will respect him more for a nobleman who is admired by the world. But it can't always be Wait for five or six years, wait for the fame to come out?"

"Then I'll let people prepare for the canonization." Joanna said, "It's time to add some members, after all, they are still our creditors."

"It makes sense." An Feng said. So far, the payment for the purchase of the island has almost been repaid, and there is still 30 billion US dollars to be paid to the people of Sardinia in the third year. According to the statistics of the think tank, the amount they owe to the consortium has reached 200 billion US dollars, which is not cheap. number.

Out of emotion and reason, those who support them have to pay back.

She added: "But I want to control the number of medals and hereditary titles and award them in proportion to the population. Rare things are more expensive, what do you think?"

An Feng said: "Let's award three honorary medals a year."

"It's too little."

An Feng smiled: "That's up to you, Your Majesty the Queen."

...

The hunt continued the next day.

As An Feng expected, two of the three children were killed in battle, and Alice, the most lively, had a little soreness in her legs and feet, so they stayed with their mother to rest for a day.

When An Feng and Matthew went out, they were still hunting alone, followed by a group of attendants.

Because there is no child to take care of, the movement is more free, each person has a shotgun, and boots step on a path on the dense grass, professionally analyze the traces of ground animals, fur, excrement, and then track footprints... The overall rhythm is very fast. , but few targets.

There are no more than ten splits on the antlers on the road, just skip it.

There are many kinds of animals, and they used shotguns to kill two wild boars that went out in groups. get it under control.

So the principle is to kill when you see it, but if you are not interested in moving it back, let it be a cheap carnivore.

At three o'clock the group of men and hounds searched the surrounding area, but found nothing. Having nothing to do, Matthew held the shotgun under his arm, took out his cigar, lit it, and walked comfortably with it in his mouth. An Feng had nothing else to do, so he chatted with him and greeted his family.

Matthew took a puff of smoke: "Everyone is busy and has troubles."

An Feng asked: "Is Catherine okay? Are you free to come over this time?"

"Who knows, I heard that he found a new boyfriend." Matthew frowned when he talked about this.

An Feng knew that Catherine was ten years younger than him, maybe thirty-two years old. She got married a few years ago and divorced in less than a year. Now she is single, and her relationship problems have caused her parents a lot of headaches. Although Westerners are open-minded, they all want their children to be happy.

"When I first met her, she was still a high school student at the age of sixteen or seventeen." An Feng compared his hands, "She just came to me."

"Time flies," Matthew said, "and we're all getting old."

"That's an old view of yours, I don't agree." An Feng shook his head, "God bless her, she can finally find a suitable partner."

"Do you think our concepts are all outdated?"

"The society has opened up." An Feng turned his fingers around his head, "Young people's thinking is completely different from ours before."

Matthew sighed: "Who made us a product of the last century."

"I don't have too high expectations for the future." An Feng walked around a pile of animal feces on the ground and looked at the nearby terrain. "Emotional setbacks are hard to avoid. What you have to go in life is also a mark of growth. And finally finding the right one is my greatest wish."

Matthew smiled: "It seems that you are also worried about the future of the princes and princesses."

"This is reality." An Feng said, "Don't we live in a place called 'fairy tale', and now the royal family has less extramarital affairs?"

Matthew said, "You're a role model."

An Feng said: "Just because I met the right one, and I don't bother to think about other things, this kind of thing is only suitable for young people, isn't it?"

"That's right." Matthew raised his head, "Look over there! It looks like a pretty guy!"

"Go ahead and have a look." An Feng softened his footsteps.

The two of them walked forward, and the attendants were all nearby, but it would take some time to get there. After carefully going forward for more than ten meters, I found a beautiful deer with more than a dozen slits on its head. Just be careful not to hit your head and it will be a memorable loot.

But a deer that can live for such a long time has enough experience.

The red deer stopped suddenly and looked around. One second, it was still as quiet as a sculpture, and the next second it ran wildly, and the two behind hurried to catch up.

"Call them over!" An Feng said loudly, "If we can reach the open area, we may have a chance to catch this guy."

The red deer ran very fast, and the bouncing figure in the field of vision was getting farther and farther away.

"FUCK!"

An Feng's rare swearing came from the front, Matthew followed up curiously, and An Feng's voice came back: "Don't come over—"

"Oh shit!"

Before he could finish speaking, Matthew was also caught in the trap—there was actually a muddy swamp where wild boars love to roll around, and there was also a terrain that had just rained recently and turned into a swamp. An Feng rushed too fast and got hit. The mud next to him collapsed one after another, and Matthew who came with him was not spared either.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

An Feng gave up: "Okay, God told us to let that creature go, and now we still have to find a way to get out without dirtying our clothes."

Matthew supported the hard road with the barrel of the gun, slowly pulled his legs out, and stepped on the harder mud.

An Feng was the same as him, saying: "When I went to Kenya last time, the local tribal armed forces liked to add a little sand to the barrel of the AK47. According to them, this is a special magic, because that's how white people give Only when the gun casts spells can it hit the target."

Matthew wondered: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

An Feng stepped on the safe area detected by Matthew, and continued: "Don't you think that the armed forces in Africa have been playing like this for decades? A certain rebel armed forces fought fiercely with the government forces all night, and the government forces retreated the next day. According to statistics, there were two casualties, and it was still due to accidental injury from the gun explosion."

Matthew continued to explore the way with the barrel: "But we can't support the ground with the butt of the gun and point the gun at ourselves?"

"That's why I thought of African warlords." An Feng grabbed the hand that Matthew handed over and successfully escaped from the quagmire. "And don't use these two guns."